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This is my first submission.  I hope you enjoy it.

© 1998 Miss Behavin`
All comments appreciated to MissBehavin@sprint.ca


New Beginnings

A hush fell across the room.  All previous movements came to a halt as
15 men stared at the television screen.

"Will you look at that!" Bob exclaimed, breaking the silence and
letting out a long low whistle. "See that Aaron?  That's what they
look like."

Aaron laughed and tossed a handful of peanuts in Bob's direction.
"It's been a while Bob, but I do have a vague memory of what they look
like.  Thanks."

"No problem buddy, just trying to help," Bob replied, picking a peanut
up off his lap and chewing on it, his attention returning to the set.

Aaron sat back and took a long drink of his beer as he watched the
actress on the screen moan and groan as two guys seemingly pleasured
her.  He shook his head and looked around the room, his eyes stopping
on his son.  He was sitting on the arm of the couch, a beer bottle
being massaged back and forth in his hands as he watched the movie.
Aaron smiled to himself.  Daniel, his first born son who would be a
married man tomorrow.  Aaron wondered where the time had gone.

Daniel looked up, feeling his father's eyes on him and smiled, rolling
his eyes as if he wasn't enjoying the film at all.  Aaron smiled back
and then looked over at his other son, Sean.  Sean was 18 and probably
enjoying the movie more than anyone in the room was.  His eyes were
transfixed on the screen, his mouth slightly open.  The only thing
missing was drool running down his chin, but the night was still
young.  Sean looked up at his father, a blank expression on his face
and then focused back on the screen.  Aaron chuckled to himself.  Who
would have thought that he'd be sitting around and watching porno
flicks with his two kids?

Aaron pulled himself out of the comfortable recliner and made his way
to the kitchen, leaving behind the hoots and hollers.  He put his
empty bottle back in the case and reached into the refrigerator for
another.  Quietly, he left through the back screen door and stepped
onto the porch, into the night.  A full moon hung heavily in the night
sky, the stars shining admiringly around it.

Leaning against the porch rail on his elbows, his mind wandered back
in time - a time when there had been 4 in his family.  For almost 4
years now he had been doing this, remembering what it was like.
Remembering how she looked, talked, walked and smelt.  How they had
enjoyed the majority of their time together. They had fought with a
wild passion and then made up in the same manner.  He smiled again at
those memories.  There had been 28 of them in all.  The years hadn't
made them seem any less important, it had only helped to dull the pain
and override the bitterness he had felt for her leaving him.  He knew
that it wasn't her fault, that by choice she would be here with him
today.  He also knew that there would always be this ache deep inside
him, a longing for her that would never again be fulfilled.  He looked
up into the night sky and whispered to her, as he often did, that he
would always love her, no matter what.

Back in the house, the guys were cheering on a man on the screen.
Aaron sank back into his chair and watched out of curiosity.  The
actor had 2 women all to himself and seemed to be handling the
situation just fine.  Better than fine, actually.  He felt his cock
stir and for a moment wondered why.  Maybe almost 4 years of only
dating your hand occasionally is the reason, he thought.  Perhaps Bob
was right when he had kindly thought to re-introduce him to that
woman's body.  Aaron laughed to himself and spent the rest of the
night just being one of the guys.

~~~

"Are you nervous?"

"Well I wasn't until you asked.  Thanks Dad," Daniel said, tugging at
his bow tie.

"No problem," Aaron replied, adjusting his cummerbund and watching
Daniel struggle with his clothes.

"Were you this nervous when you married Mom?"

Aaron thought about that.  "No, but then again, I had been drinking!"
he replied, casting an old family joke.

"Uh huh.  Dad?"  Daniel looked at Aaron in a way that made him a
little nervous.

"Hmmmm?" he asked, needlessly brushing something invisible off his
trouser leg.

Sean burst into the room and slammed the door.  "I just saw the bride
pull up and man oh man she is hot!"  Sean loved to tease his brother.

"She's soon to be sister-in-law Sean, and might I suggest you show a
little more respect," Aaron said, sternly.

Sean lowered his eyes a little and Aaron added, "Just how hot are we
talking here?"

Sean laughed and Daniel groaned something about never getting any
respect and then started to laugh with them.  The years had brought
them closer together; each holding onto the others for dear life when
the times were tough.

"Dad?" Daniel repeated.

"Yes son?"  Here it comes.  I don't know what it is, but by the look
on his face, I better brace myself.

"Well Sean and I have been talking."

"Good!"  Aaron cut him off, "Communication is vital."

"You're right Dad, it is.  Now shut up and listen." Daniel was going
to make a great father someday because it was hard to tell when he was
bluffing.  Then again, maybe that would just make him a good poker
player.

"Sean and I have been talking and we really think that it's time for
you to get out there and meet a woman."  Daniel took a deep breath and
continued, "We know you still love Mom and so do we, but it's not
right for you to be alone Dad.  I guess what we want to tell you is
that we are behind you, one hundred percent."

Aaron became a little choked up and reached out for his sons, holding
them close to him and loving them as he always had.

~~~

He sat with Elizabeth's parents and grandparents, a little saddened
that he was the only one their representing Daniel's side of the
family at the parents and grandparents table.  Daniel and Sean no
longer had grandparents, all four passing away when then were in their
very early teens.

"It was a lovely wedding!" Elizabeth's mother, Dianne, was saying for
what Aaron suspected was the hundredth time. "And the dinner was
superb!" she went on.  Once again he nodded and smiled, agreeing that
it certainly was.

The Country Club was filled with happy, endless chatter.  So many
people present that Aaron didn't even know most of them when they
passed by and congratulated him.  He leaned back in his chair and
enjoyed the commotion, nursing one drink through the speeches and
continuous glass clinking.  He watched Sean as he sat at the head
table, looking very handsome in his tux and flirting shamelessly with
the bridesmaid beside him.  Aaron predicted that a couple more drinks
and Sean would be under the head table.

When the dinner ended, all the guests were escorted to another room
where they could relax and dance.  The bride and groom danced alone to
the first song.  The room was completely dark except for the dim
spotlight that followed them across the dance floor.  They were a
beautiful couple and in his mind, Aaron wished them a lifetime of
happiness together.

When their dance ended, suit jackets started coming off, ties were
removed and people started to really enjoy themselves.  It was time to
party!

Aaron chatted with his brother and sister-in-law for a while and then
excused himself with the excuse that he needed to make sure he talked
to everyone.  The truth was that he wanted to get some air and have a
moment alone.

"Dad!" Elizabeth yelled after him.  He turned around to see his new
daughter-in-law walking quickly across the room, dragging a woman
behind her.  At first Aaron couldn't see her very clearly and when
Elizabeth finally pulled her into the light Aaron caught his breath.

"Dad," Elizabeth said, smiling at calling him that, "I'd like you to
meet my oldest friend in the whole world; Kirsten.  Kirsten this is
Aaron, my new father."  Elizabeth stood there grinning like the
proverbial cat.

"Hello Kirsten," Aaron said, offering his hand. "It's nice to meet
Elizabeth's oldest friend in the whole world," he added, teasingly.
When did they start making eyes that blue?

Kirsten laughed and shook his hand.  A brief but firm shake.  "Hello
Aaron, it's nice to meet you too, although I'm not so sure about these
old comments since Lizzie and I are the same age."

"I said oldest, not old," Elizabeth explained needlessly.  "Now if
you'll excuse me, I need to find my husband!"  She beamed at her words
and quickly left.  Aaron smiled down at Kirsten.  She smiled back at
him; both searching for something to say.

"I don't think I saw you at the wedding."  Great opening line, Aaron,
now she thinks you spent your time scanning the crowd for unsuspecting
women.

"Actually I just arrived.  My flight was delayed and this was the
quickest I could get here."  She smiled and glanced at the door behind
him, "Were you about to leave?"

"No." he said quickly, then "I mean, I was going out for some air, not
leaving."

"Would you like some company?" she asked "I don't really know anyone
here but the immediate family and I've already done that round, and
believe me, once was enough!"  Aaron laughed and she cracked a smile.

Without saying a word, he opened the door and motioned her through.
Walking out onto the deck behind her, he admired the way she moved and
looked from behind.  Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head
with a few pieces escaping the silver clip and falling softly around
her face and neck.  The dress she wore was teal green and now that he
was behind her, he noticed that there wasn't a back to it.  His eyes
moved down to her long, bare legs slowly and he just about had to slap
himself back to reality.  What the hell was he doing?  This woman is
27 years old, if she was Elizabeth's age.  She could be his daughter!
Not literally but technically she could be.  He was twenty years older
than she was and God was she beautiful.

When Kirsten reached the railing, she turned around and leaned back
against it, dropping her head back to look up at the sky.  As she
looked up, Aaron's eyes moved down her face and neck from there to her
breasts to her small waist and down to her hips.

"Aaron?"  Oh God, she was talking to him and he had been staring at
her hips.

"Yes?"

"You look lost," she said, softly.

Lost?  God no!  Hell yes! Lost?  Me?  Yeah, that's about right.  I'm
looking at you and for the first time in years I want to throw caution
to the wind and make wild passionate love to a woman I just met.
Right here - right now.  Oh right!  Like I would have the nerve.
Although, they do say that it's the thought that counts, and what a
thought this is.  He smiled at her.

"Just a little overwhelmed still, I think," he replied safely.  He
moved to her side and leaned his elbows on the railing, smelling her
perfume.  Oscar, he knew that smell well.

"If you'd like to be alone, I understand," she said, standing up
straight.

"No!" he said a little louder than he meant to and then started to
laugh.  "I'm sorry Kirsten, no, please stay.  I'd really like to get
to know Elizabeth's oldest friend in the whole world."

~~~

Two hours later they were on the dance floor.  Her body was pressed
close to his, one arm around each other; hand in hand.  He was 6 3"
and guessed her to be about 5 7" because he could easily have put his
chin on the top of her head as they danced.  He didn't; but he could
have.  His mind spun over the last few hours with them talking up a
storm after their initial awkwardness.  For someone so young, she had
a lot going for her.  He liked confident women who weren't afraid to
go out and take the world by storm; stand up for themselves and say
'ta hell with whomever can't accept me the way I am.  Between that and
the way that her breasts felt against his chest he was pretty sure
than he wanted to get to know her better.

What kind of thoughts are you having, old man?  I can't believe the
images rolling around in your mind.  It must have been those damn
movies.  Yeah, blame them.  That's it!  Monday morning I'm going to
look up hookers in the yellow pages of the phonebook and get myself
laid.  Of course, hookers probably don't advertise that way.

"Aaron?"

"Yes?"  Damn, I'm doing it again.

"The song finished but if you'd like to keep dancing..." she flashed
him that killer smile and he felt his stomach flip flop.

"I hear the music in my head," he explained "Dancing to the beat of a
different drum, as it were and......" He threw his head back and
laughed.  "Busted!  I wasn't paying attention.  Sorry."

The band played on and Aaron reluctantly left her arms to dance with
other women only out of obligation.  He certainly would have rather
danced with Kirsten than Elizabeth's mother who was wondering what
kind of sauce they had used on the chicken.

The happy couple made their way slowly out of the room, followed by
well wishes and honeymoon jokes.  Aaron searched for Kirsten over the
heads in the crowd and caught her staring at him.  Be still my heart,
he thought and then decided that it wasn't only his heart that needed
to be still.

They danced the last song together ignoring formal dancing and just
holding each other close, swaying slowly to the music.  Her small body
pressed firmly against his; her hands under his jacket rubbing his
back; her face lying gently against his chest.  At first he was
reluctant to move his hands across her bare back, but once he started
he couldn't get enough of her soft skin.  Every nerve ending in his
body started to tingle and he tired to talk his blood into not moving
south.  He wasn't successful and Kirsten either didn't notice or was
too polite to crack a 'banana in your pocket or just glad to see me'
joke.  They pulled away from each other when the song ended and Aaron
buttoned up his jacket. She only smiled at him sweetly, those blue
eyes shining like sapphires.

They were among the last the leave the Club.  His brother Ted dragged
Sean over to him and offered him luck.  Aaron smiled at Sean as he
tried to stand straight and look sober.  His efforts were useless as
he swayed and grinned like an idiot.

"I'll deposit that in your Jeep," Ted said, nodding towards Sean.
Aaron smiled and Ted winked at him knowingly.

Turning to Kirsten he felt a sadness wash over him.  "I don't want to
leave you," he whispered as he reached out and pulled her close
embracing her.

"Then don't," she whispered back, holding him tight.

~~~

"I love you Dad," Sean slurred as Aaron dropped him onto his bed.
"You're an alright guy in my book!"

"Gee Son, I'm flattered," Aaron said and reached down to remove Sean's
tie and to undo the first two buttons on his shirt.  "Get some sleep."

"Okay Daddy-O," Sean said and a split second later he was out like a
light.

At the door he turned around and looked at Sean one more time before
turning off the light.  "I love you, too," he said quietly, "And I can
only hope that you have the hangover from Hell tomorrow."

~~~

"He's dead to the world," Aaron announced as he closed the sliding
door behind him, moving to the porch swing where Kirsten was sitting.

"I think that's going to hurt in the morning," she laughed.

"I'm hoping so!" He laughed with her and sat down, placing his arm
around her on the back of the swing.

Okay, here's the situation.  You have been absent from physical
contact with a woman now for quite some time now.  For argument sake,
let's say around 1,352 days.  This shouldn't make you nervous.  It's
like riding a bike; you never forget.  And with this logic, you
remember that you rode a bike about 9 days ago, so you're fine.  All
bases are covered here.

"Aaron?"

God, there she goes again.  She must think I have a problem with my
mind wandering.  Which is true but does she need to know that this
early in the game?

"Yes?" he asked softly, bringing his hand up and moving a piece of
hair that had fallen across her cheek.

"It's really beautiful here," she repeated, turning slightly.

"Beautiful, yes.  You are very beautiful Kirsten."  Where the hell did
that come from?

She smiled and brought her hands up to his face, stroking his cheeks
with her thumbs.  Moving one hand to the back of her head and the
other around her waist, he pulled her close.  When their lips touched
they both let out little sighs and then pressed harder.  Her mouth
moving under his made his head spin and when he felt the tip of her
tongue slipping between his lips he feared he would pass out.  The
passion of the kiss deepened as tongues stroked and explored, their
lips sliding against each other's.  When the kiss ended, it was for
the sole purpose of getting some air back into their lungs.  He looked
down at her face in his hands, her eyelids have shut, her lips still
slightly parted and a little swollen from their kiss.

"I want to make love you, Kirsten." Who said that?  Damn it man,
you're going to ruin this for me!

"Then do," was all she said.  High five to whoever said that and
ignore my earlier comment.

He stood up and reached down, taking her hands into his and pulling
her up to him.  He wanted to say something.  Anything.  There were
just no words that he could put together in his mind that didn't sound
stupid to him.  He wasn't sure where to take her and asking 'where do
you want to do it' just didn't seem quite right.  Damn, you used to be
good at this.  You used to have all the right words and all the right
moves and now you're staring at her and motioning like a mime playing
charades.

Kirsten watched him motion his hand backwards and asked, "Can I buy a
vowel?  I have no clue what you're doing!" and then she cracked up
laughing.

Aaron laughed, despite himself; "Did you see the size of that bug?  I
was just protecting you from that evil monster." He looked down at
her.  "I'm sorry Kirsten, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing here."

She squeezed his hands gently and looked up into his eyes.  Without
even a blink she said, "I believe you were going to make love to me."

"That part do I remember."  And had my mind forgotten there are other
parts of me that seem to be more than willing to speak up and inform
the others.  Letting go of one of her hands, he led her to the sliding
doors and opened them, motioning her in.

"Bug again?" she whispered as she passed him.

He laughed and followed her inside.

~~~

She excused herself so she could go do 'girly' things and he spent his
free time pacing back and forth in his bedroom.  When his wife died he
found that he could no longer sleep in that room, with 'their' stuff,
so he bought new furniture and moved into the guest room and had lived
in here ever since.  He looked around the room and wondered if he
should have wallpapered or something before he had an overnight guest.
The room was fairly plain, painted in a dark forest green with light
wood trim. The bedroom suite was very masculine, dark wood and very
simple.  Everything kind of matched in his opinion although he was
pretty sure that Home & Gardens wouldn't be knocking on his door
anytime soon wanting to use it for a photo shoot.

"Aaron?"

What was this, strike six now?  He turned around and looked at her
standing in the doorway.  She had taken the clip out of her hair and
it now moved freely down past her shoulders.  She moved in and closed
the door behind her, softly.  Her bare feet didn't make a sound as she
walked over to him and smiled.

"If it's too soon, I really do understand," she said softly.

"I was going to open the window," he replied.

"Okay," she said slowly, raising her eyebrows and smiling at him.

You're such an idiot.  You're in your bedroom and also present is a
beautiful woman who is not only sexually appealing but also mentally
so. She's here because you said you wanted to make love to her and now
you're thinking about redecorating and why the hell won't this window
open?

"I think you have to turn the latch at the top," Kirsten offered.

I knew that!  I really did!  Aaron turned the latch and pulled the
window up, letting in the most beautiful warm breeze.  The curtains
sprang to life, floating effortlessly.  He took a deep breath and
turned around.  Kirsten.

She was watching him with a curious smile on her face.  She knows I'm
an idiot and she's looking for an escape route.  Wait!  I opened the
window and she's going to make a run for it.  Maybe if I fake a
shiver, I can close the window and spoil her plan.  Yeah, that's it!
Damn, the door.  I forgot about the door.

"If you're thinking about escaping, you'll never get past me."

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, amazed that she thought he
would be the one trying to escape.

He moved to her, cupping her face in his hands and tilting her head
back.  When his lips touched hers he forgot that he was nervous.  Such
soft lips.  His hands held the back of her head, pulling her face
closer to his.  The kiss was slow and tender in the beginning until he
felt her tongue slip into his open mouth.  His tongue met hers and
they both moaned as their arms went around each other, holding tightly
for support.  She tasted so damn good that Aaron couldn't get enough
of her.

His hands moved down to her bare back and then up, under her hair to
the clasp that held up to top part of her dress.  With sure fingers he
released the clasp, as their kiss grew deeper.  Kirsten was the first
to pull away slightly and look up at him.  As she moved back, the
front of her halter dress fell down and exposed her breasts to him.
Aaron took in the lovely sight as he raised his hand and traced his
index finger across her collarbone and then slowly moved it down
between her breasts.  She shivered as his finger moved under one
breast and then up, lightly running over her hard nipple.  Very
lightly he ran his fingers across her chest and over the other nipple.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips as he circled it.

Without saying a word, he reached behind her and released the small
zipper.  The remainder of her dress dropped easily to the floor and
she stood before him wearing only a pair of very tiny black panties.
He caught his breath as his eyes scanned down her beautiful body.  His
cock pressed hard against his pants, wanting to get out and also enjoy
the view.  He prayed that he could at least last long enough to
actually get it out of his pants.   With his hands on her hips, he
leaned down and took one of her nipples between his lips and then
flicked at the tip of it with his tongue.  Kirsten moaned and suddenly
her hands were in his hair.  He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his
tongue playing hard against it as his lips tightened.  The harder he
sucked, the louder she moaned and started tugging on his hair.
Releasing that nipple he moved to the other one, kissing his way down
between her breasts and then over, until his lips made contact.  Her
breast was very firm against his lips as he pushed them hard against
her nipple, sucking it in slowly and capturing it between his lips.
He pulled his mouth back, stretching her nipple as his tongue probed
in from inside his mouth.  Kirsten's fingers were furiously working
their way through his hair, stopping to tug a little and then moving
on.  His hands moved from her hips to the small of her back and then
down to cup her ass cheeks.  He squeezed gently as he tugged at her
nipple.  He felt her begin to shake and he pulled her closer, sucking
harder.

She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and when he looked up at
her, the look on her face just about made him cum.  Her eyes were very
dark blue now, the lids almost half shut but they had a wild look to
them.  He stood up and moved his hands up to her waist as he started
to walk, pushing her backwards gently.   When her back was against his
tall dresser, he moved his hands up under her arms and lifted her onto
the dresser.  Bottles of cologne and a picture of him and the boys
fell from the surface and landed with soft thuds on the floor.
Neither of them noticed.

He positioned Kirsten at the edge of the dresser and guided her arms
back behind her, placing her hands on the dresser top, near the wall.
He smiled at her as he leaned towards her and started kissing down her
neck and over her breasts.  Her stomach was soft and flat and he ran
his tongue down until it met up with the material from her panties.
Placing a hand on each of her knees, he spread them apart until each
leg was over a side of the dresser.  His eyes followed the black line
of her panties down and he felt his cock lurch when he saw her bare
pussy lips exposed from under the material.

He stood back and admired his work, smiling at her.  Kirsten tried to
smile back; her breathing was rapid and strong.  God she looked so
sexy up there.  He listened to her breathing as he took off his tuxedo
jacket and tossed it over a chair.  The bow tie came off next and then
he took off his cufflinks.  He could feel her watching his every move,
feel her wanting him to get back over there.  He unbuttoned his shirt,
his eyes never leaving hers.  She didn't say a word as she sat up on
the dresser, her legs spread wide.

Tossing his shirt over his jacket, he moved back to her and placed his
hand on her thighs.  Looking down he noticed that the crotch of her
panties did very little to cover the treasure under it, especially
with her legs spread that wide.  Her pussy lips were almost completely
visible with the crotch of the panties slipping between them.  As one
hand rubbed her thigh, the other moved to the waistband of her panties
and he trailed a finger down the crotch over the silky wet fabric.  He
could smell her as he moved his finger teasingly up and down the
crotch.  She pushed her hips out, leaning back against her hands.

Aaron pushed his finger hard against her panties and they slid easily
between her lips.  His finger was soaked as he moved it against her
clit, the material still between their skins.  Kirsten moaned and
closed her eyes as she felt his hair brush against her stomach.  Aaron
nibbled down her panties, tugging at the material with his teeth.
When his lips made it down to hers, he kissed one softly and then ran
his tongue against it.  Her skin was like silk and she gasped when he
started licking her juices off her lips.  She tasted so sweet that he
lapped until her had cleaned off every exposed part of her pussy.

He couldn't tease her any longer.  His cock had become very
uncomfortable in its confines but he didn't release it for fear that
it might go off by itself.  His fingers moved the crotch of her
panties aside and he ran his tongue up her pussy, causing her to moan
and shake.  He caught her clit between his teeth and then pushed his
mouth down on it, sucking it in hard and pulling back.  Kirsten's hips
started to move against his face as he sucked her clit.  Her moans
became louder as me moved his mouth down, entering her with his tongue
as his nose rubbed her clit.  He fucked her furiously with his tongue,
each movement driving it in deeper.  Her hips moved right off the
dresser to meet his mouth.  In one quick movement, she leaned back on
her elbows and brought her legs up around his neck, her thighs
tightening around his head.  As her hips moved against him, she
started to slide off the dresser and he placed his hands under her ass
to hold her in place.  He couldn't move his head as she had it clamped
firmly between her thighs.  His tongue continued to fuck her, lapping
and poking until he felt her heels start banging against his back.
Moving his hands up to the small of her back, he raised her bottom
into the air, her back now lying flat against the dresser.  She was
moaning loudly.  Loud enough for Aaron to hear her with her thighs
clamped tightly over his ears.  Loud enough to wake up the dead.
Sean.  Too bad.

"Aaron," she screamed and started to grind harder against his face
until he felt a rush of hot cum pour onto his tongue.  Her legs shook,
thighs loosening and tightening and then suddenly she fell hard back
into his hands.  Her grip on his head loosened and he took the
opportunity to bathe her with his tongue, gently lapping up her cream.

"My God," she finally said; her voice deep with passion.

"My thought exactly," he replied as he moved her legs from his
shoulders and wrapped them around his waist.  He put his hands under
her arms and pulled her forward until he held her tightly.  With her
arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately, her tongue licking
at his lips and cheeks, tasting herself on his skin.

He walked over to the bed, his cock pushing against his pants
screaming to get out.  As he lowered her onto the edge of the bed, she
slid off and down onto her knees in front of him.  Her palm rested
against his cock for a moment and then rubbed up and down.

"Kirsten."

Her fingers quickly moved up to the button and pushed it though the
hole.  When his zipper was released his pants dropped to the floor,
leaving her face to face with his engorged cock, secretly hiding
behind white briefs that were wet with precum.  She busied herself
pulling down his briefs and tapped his foot so that he would pick it
up.  After tapping the second one she had managed to remove his pants,
briefs and both socks and he didn't remember any of it.

"Kirsten."

When those soft lips went around the head of his cock; when those long
fingers held the base and rotated slowly; when that tongue started
flicking at his skin, he was sure that he was going to die.  Well,
maybe not die.  Cum.  He looked down to see her blonde head moving
back and forth.  He watched as his cock disappeared between her lips
and as it went in, it rubbed against her teeth and her tongue soothed
it.  His legs started to shake and he knew that if he didn't do
something soon he was going to cum in her mouth.  The thought was a
nice one but he desperately wanted to make love to this woman.

"Kirsten."

He moaned as her forehead kept bumping against his stomach.  Think
about something else.  I need to check the oil in the Jeep, I'm pretty
sure it's low.   I haven't seen the new figures from Miller but I bet
that last campaign is going to be pricey.  It'll be worth it in the
long run.  Lips moving, tightening around my cock.  It's so wet.  Row,
row, row, your boat...gently down the stream.  God, how does she
control her tongue to do that?  Oh baby don't do that.  No.  Don't
squeeze my balls or I'm going to.....  99 bottles of beer on the wall,
99 bottles of beer, you take one down, pass it around....  Aaron
moaned and noticed that at some point his fingers had become entwined
in her hair and he was pushing her head against him, fucking her mouth
and moaning like a crazy man.

"Kirsten.  Baby.  You need to stop that."  His voice was a hoarse
whisper as he told her to stop sucking on him although his hands held
her head and edged her on.  Talk about a mixed message.

"Kirsten if you don't stop that, you're never going to see what colour
my sheets are."

He looked down and watched her as she looked up and tighten her lips
around his cock, slowly pulling her head back until his cock was free
of her mouth.  It tingled and throbbed as it watched her closely.  She
leaned close and kissed the tip and it jumped in response.

Aaron leaned down and put his hands under her arms, pulling her up to
him.  He held her tight, kissing her face and stroking her hair.  He
was trying to calm himself down a little before moving on.

"Is that a banana?" Kirsten asked and he cracked up.

He looked down into her beautiful eyes and just couldn't wait any
longer. She smiled at him and backed up a step, sliding her panties
down her legs and kicking them aside.  She sat on the edge of the bed
and then pushed herself back, laying down and staring up at him.  As
he moved towards the bed he watched her spread her legs and pull her
knees up.  Her pussy was shiny and swollen.  Her arms were
outstretched inviting him.  Aaron guessed that Kirsten knew that it
had been some time for him, or she might just think you're a big goof.
Either way, she was still there, on the bed.  Her arms and pussy both
open to him and he accepted both.

Sliding up the bed and lying against her, the head of his cock brushed
between her lips, soaking it.  She raised her hips and moaned,
mumbling something that sounded pretty dirty.  Watching her face, he
moved his hips forward and started sliding his cock into her pussy.
He moved slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness.  She groaned
when he stopped and opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"Don't stop," she moaned, her breathing ragged.

Like I could!  Aaron kept himself raised on his elbows and watched her
expression as he thrust hard and deeply into her.  Her eyes became
wide and her mouth opened, letting out a whimper and a moan.
Kirsten's nails dug into the flesh on his shoulders as her hips moved
up to meet his.  Moving her legs around his waist and locking them at
the ankles, she pushed hard against him.  He fucked her slowly at
first and then started to pick up the pace.  Her breasts rubbed
against his chest and he could feel her hard nipples.  He could feel
her pussy sucking his cock in deeper and holding it.  The contractions
were driving him wild as he continued to slam into her as she banged
on his back with her heels.

"Aaron," she moaned and then she began thrashing underneath him.

Her legs were so tight around him that at the moment she came, he
thought she was going to break one of his ribs.  No really Doctor, I
tripped and fell.  What heel marks in my back?  Scratches?  Oh, I have
a cat.

He leaned down and kissed her open mouth, shoving his tongue into it
and stroking hers.  Like a flash of lightening, he felt his legs begin
to tense and he thrust into her harder.  Kirsten moaned under his
mouth, her body quivering and slamming up against him.

"Kirsten," he moaned and buried his face against hers.  He shuttered
and came heavily inside her, moaning each time he released, his cock
jerking and her pussy reacting by clenching it tightly.

"My God," he whispered against her hair.  She was trying to catch her
breath under him when he locked his arms around her and he rolled onto
his back, his body never leaving hers.  They held each other tight,
fingers stroking each other's wet skin, lips planting little kisses,
tongues licking as their hearts started to return to a normal pace and
their breathing became steady.

He watched her for a long time as she drifted off to sleep, the moon
shining through the window and softly laying across the bed while the
curtains continued to dance with the wind.

~~~

Aaron stared at Kirsten, the memory of that night still very fresh in
his mind.  He held both her hands and focused in on her beautiful blue
eyes.

"Aaron?"

He jilted himself back to reality, looked at the minister and then
back at Kirsten who was staring at him with a silly grin on her face.
She knows me too well now; knows that I drift off into these memories
and she always patiently waits for me to come back.

"Aaron?"

"I do."

~~~

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