Finding Rebecca
Nora ran from the party in tears. The night was unkind; lightning brightly lit the sky as sheets of wind-driven rain swept the rocky slope. Bone-jarring thunder accompanied the bright flashes. She tripped and fell to her knees, unaware that the long dress was muddied and torn.
"How could you be so blind, Sir William?" Nora shouted into the darkness. "I cannot bear this burden of unacknowledged love any longer."
She regained her footing and clambered up the slope to the cliff she knew was there. Although she could not see, her ears heard the relentless pounding of the surf upon the rocks a hundred feet below. They offered the only solace she would ever find.
"Nora!" Sir William shouted into the stormy night as he emerged from the house. "I understand now. Please, I love you. I see it now."
Nora heard nothing but the crashing of the surf. It beckoned for her. She stood at the precipice, leaned forward, and allowed her own weight to carry her over the edge and into the darkness below.
"Oh sweetie, you're not even dressed! Dick will be here any time."
Rebecca looked up from the book and at her mom, who appeared in the open doorway of her bedroom. "It's Dirk, not Dick, mom. And he's never on time. Besides, I'm all ready except for getting dressed."
"You and those romance novels," her mom commented as she shook her head in disapproval and walked away.
Rebecca got off her bed and returned the oft-read soft-covered book to a shelf that held dozens more. She closed the bedroom door and looked in disdain at the dress that her mom had pressed and hung on a hangar from the closet door.
The white and pink fringed dress was hopelessly out of style. But how could she tell her mom that she was slow to put it on because she would be embarrassed to be seen wearing it?
Rebecca examined the neckline and observed the retailer's tag that was fastened to the manufacturer's washing label sewn into the dress. It read "Priscilla's Boutique", the name of a local clothing store in town. They used to have a stylish inventory, but that recently changed.
She tore the tag from the dress but left behind the long plastic anchor. After tossing the tag into a small flower print trash can next to her bed Rebecca knew she had to put it on. In the end it wouldn't matter anyway, she decided. She'd be leaving this town far behind after graduation.
"Sweetie, Dick's here," her mother announced shortly after Rebecca donned the horrendous dress.
"Mom, it's Dirk!" she angrily retorted. Although directed at her mom it was an underlying fear of the future that was the root cause.
Dirk remembered the tux but claimed to have forgotten the corsage. Rebecca suspected he didn't want to shell out the money for one. Jake wasn't very self-reliant and still depended on his mother more than was normal for a senior on the eve of graduation.
The prom was a real downer for Rebecca as she watched her well-to-do peers flaunt high-dollar, trendy dresses and anxiously reveal their college plans. That was why she agreed to leave early with Dirk. And that was why she looked down at the school from the scenic overlook far above.
An old, dented red '83 VW bug was parked on the shoulder of SH 467 overlooking the brightly lit town of Wedgewood that was laid out below. From that viewpoint it was easy to identify a string of lights that was Main Street, and a square cluster that was the Wedgewood High School.
Rebecca didn't know why she ever agreed to go to the prom. Dirk had asked her to go with him and she felt obligated to accept since they'd been dating exclusively for the past year. But once there Rebecca realized what a mistake it was. Not going to the prom, but Dirk.
All her life she'd waited for this night. It was supposed to be magical and inspire hope and happiness. But for her it meant an end to everything she knew and the beginning of everything she didn't. She was scared.
Dirk couldn't understand and never wanted to talk. In his mind planning for the future meant figuring out where to go on Friday night, and how to get money for the next bottle of booze or a dime bag of marijuana. To him the future was something to be endured, while Rebecca wanted so much more. They were wrong for each other.
The trunk slammed closed and she watched Dirk as he opened the driver's door and sit behind the wheel. He displayed a pint-sized bottle of cheap Kentucky bourbon and twisted the black plastic cap off. He looked over at his hot girlfriend as he lifted the bottle to his thin pink lips like a king that rules a kingdom.
Rebecca was very attractive but never felt like she fit in anywhere. She self-consciously swept a few errant strands of silky brown hair out of her warm gray eyes and shifted uncomfortably in the vinyl bucket seat. She felt his eyes on her, gazing at the swell of her perky breasts beneath the out of style dress that adorned her slender body.
"Want some?" he asked as he extended the bottle towards her invitingly.
"You know I don't like that," Rebecca complained in an irritated voice as she silently scolded herself for wasting a year of her life with him.
He wasn't pleased by her attitude. "It'll loosen you up. I mean, it's a big night for us."
"A big night?" Clearly she wasn't thinking along the same lines as he was.
"Well, yeah. It's prom night, you know. I've been real patient," he hinted, as if he deserved a reward for his behavior. "This is our night."
She finally caught on. He was expecting to get lucky but Rebecca had no intention of giving up her virginity to the likes of him. Tonight had been a huge mistake and it was getting worse by the minute.
Dirk suddenly lunged for her, making it out to be a big romantic moment that was anything but. She wasn't ready for the pass and it caught her off-guard. Rebecca found herself in his arms, with his lips on her mouth and his tongue pressed inside.
All she could taste and smell was cheap bourbon, and it threatened to turn her already sour stomach. His hands were just as quick. As the zipper at the back of her dress was tugged down with the fingers of one hand, his other hand slipped inside and gently cupped and squeezed on a bare, perky breast.
Being kissed and pawed was the last thing she needed. Rebecca tried pushing him away but he defiantly clung to her and had no intention of relinquishing his hold. In his mind he deserved the right to treat her in this manner. She was his girlfriend and she owed him for holding out for so long. His other friends were getting laid several times a week if their claims were to be believed.
"Come on, Rebecca," he urged in a frustrated whisper. "I've been waiting long enough."
He pushed his other hand down the front of the dress and each cupped a soft mound. His palms and fingers gently squeezed on the supple swells. At the same time as her nipples eagerly hardened, his penis restlessly stirred with life. Blood that his few remaining brain cells desperately needed was redirected to the growing erection that thumbed against the fabric of his black dress pants.
"Dirk, no," she impatiently told him.
But the pulsating penis, now fully hardened, failed to hear her refusal. His mind could not comprehend her dismissal of his romantic interest. He was so captivated by the incredible silky warmth of her luscious, perky breasts and hard nipples that he couldn't retreat. Instead he squeezed them harder, and more of his body crossed over the emergency hand brake that separated the seats.
His weight and movement shifted her body down. A knee pressed between her thighs and although she resisted she felt them shifting far apart. Fear struck her heart as his body moved between her legs, and she knew that there was little else that could stop his advances. One hand pulled away from a breast, moved down, and reached her crotch. Rebecca knew she had to do something, and a thought came to mind.
"Not like this, you'll ruin the dress," she told him. "Just give me a couple minutes and I'll take it off. In the meantime you can get the back seat cleaned out. This front seat is too small and it's killing my back."
He hesitated, suspicious. She gave him a sexy smile and lightly kissed his lips. Her hands teasingly dipped the front of her dress down and revealed both of her firm, creamy swells and pink nipples. She vibrated her chest and the upright mounds bounced temptingly.
"I need a little something more."
His head leaned down and his lips encircled a swollen nipple. He sucked on it as his tongue licked the very tip. Her hands gently cradled and caressed his head in feigned pleasure.
"Ooh, you're getting me so hot, baby," she lied in a sexy voice. "I need you so bad. Just clear out some of that junk and we can finally do it."
Thinking he was finally going to score, Dirk got out of the driver's seat and tilted the seat forward to access the back of the small car. As he removed some old fast food bags and cups, Rebecca got out and stepped away as she fixed her loosened dress.
"Where are you going?" he asked as he saw her leaving.
"My mom was right about you after all. You're not a Dirk, you're a Dick."
"And you're a fuckin' bitch!" he shouted back. "A bitch with a very long walk ahead of her. See you around, sweetheart."
He started the car and noisily peeled out in front of her. In a last act of last defiance he extended his left hand out of the open driver side window and flipped her off.
Rebecca watched him drive off, relieved to be away from him. A very long walk awaited her but she almost relished the thought of having time to think things through. Life had gotten very confusing over the past several months and she had no sense of direction.
How was she supposed to know what she wanted to do for the rest of her life? She wasn't even sure if she wanted to suffer through four years of college. Education had not been her forte and she found school to be tedious and unrelenting. She loved to read and write, but that wasn't any basis for a career, was it? Not without a degree to back it up. And that took her full circle back to the college thing again.
Her feet shuffled along the gravel shoulder, her path illuminated by a bright moon that hung in the sky far above. Hundreds of twinkling stars filled the night sky. More stars were visible from the hill top than from the valley below and she periodically stopped and looked up in admiration. They made her feel so small and insignificant, and for a brief time made her problems seem so unimportant.
She heard an engine approaching from behind before the headlights appeared. She stepped deeper onto the shoulder and placed more room between her body and the road. When lights revealed her solitary figure the engine slowed and a slight squealing indicated that the vehicle was slowing down. Rebecca could tell it wasn't Dirk by the sound of the engine, and when it seemed the car was stopping she turned and looked.
"Need a ride, young lady?" a friendly male voice offered.
She approached the vehicle suspiciously. The occasional headlines about a missing girl appeared and made her more cautious than was her nature. When she stepped up to the open passenger door window and looked inside, the face that greeted her seemed harmless. There was the slightest hint of recognition. She'd seen him before, which meant that he was a local.
"Sure, thanks," she readily agreed as she climbed into the car.
"You're dressed to kill…you haven't, have you? I have a thing against picking up killers," he joked to lighten the mood.
"If I had it would have been a mercy killing," Rebecca quipped as she acknowledged the thought had occurred to her.
"Are you heading into town?" she questioned, since the car was heading in that direction when it stopped.
"I have no particular direction in mind, so I'll be more than happy to take you wherever you'd like to go. Assuming we can get there on a single tank of gas," he stipulated.
"I live a few blocks north of Wedgewood High, on Riverdale," she told him. "But I'm in no rush. I mean…"
"I'm James," he introduced himself and changed subjects before the mood turned awkward and uncomfortable.
"Rebecca," she responded and warmly shook his extended hand. "Thanks for stopping. It would've taken me most the night to get home on foot."
Her answer begged the question how she'd gotten so far from town and why she was walking in the first place, but James was too much of a gentleman to ask. He cleared his throat as he tried to think of something to talk about that wouldn't be of a personal nature.
"I thought he was my boyfriend," Rebecca offered. "We've been going out for the past year. For some reason he thought that since tonight is the senior prom…well, he was expecting more than I was willing to give. Maybe he was right to expect it, but…"
"That's how guys think," he acknowledged. "I know, because I used to be one."
Rebecca laughed through the tears that rimmed her eyes and threatened to flow. "You used to be one?"
"Yeah, I used to be one," he clarified for her edification. "Guys stop being guys when they start being husbands; our mindsets change. They have to if the marriage is going to work."
"What's your wife's name?"
"It was Priscilla," he replied.
The pain was evident in his voice, and she felt badly for asking. Their voices fell silent for several awkward moments, until James offered an explanation that was still difficult to provide.
"Cancer took her a little over a year ago," he revealed. "We were married for fifteen incredible years, and I wish I could do it again. It would be so different."
Rebecca always heard older people saying things like they wished they could have done things differently. She often wondered what they meant. Maybe if she could learn by their mistakes she wouldn't be saying the same thing twenty years from now.
"Differently how?" she inquired in a casual, non-threatening way.
"I would've spent more time with her," he quickly answered. "I designed and supervised the installation of motor-controlled conveyor systems, so I spent a lot of time on the road. I wish I could have those weeks, those months back. Time is such a precious commodity but it's never appreciated until it's gone."
Rebecca looked off into the darkness beyond the window. "I'm very sorry."
"I like your dress," he complimented her as he moved the conversation into a new direction.
"Yeah, you're definitely not a guy any more, because only a husband would say something like that," she decided. "This thing is ghastly. My mom picked it out, but she still thinks it's 1975."
"Well, maybe I do too."
Rebecca softly laughed. She immediately liked him. He had a good sense of humor, he was mature, and she sensed that he was a very compassionate person. Why else would he have picked her up?
She felt a twinge of excitement as she looked across the darkened interior of the car at his face, illuminated by the dashboard lights. He was a handsome dark-haired man and appeared to be in his mid thirties. She felt a strong attraction to him that she couldn't explain, yet the feeling persisted.
Rebecca started feeling better about the evening. The regret she initially felt for going to the prom with Dirk was replaced by the knowledge that if she hadn't, she never would have met James. Fate worked like that. Things happened when they're supposed to. The tears in her eyes cleared and her heart filled with promise.
"Do you still spend a lot of time traveling?" she inquired. She was anxious to get to know everything about him.
"After I lost Priscilla I quit," he revealed. "The boutique was all I had left of her and I couldn't bear the thought of closing it down."
"Oh, so that explains it," Rebecca said to herself as realization dawned on her as to why the boutique seemed to suddenly go downhill.
"That explains what?" he asked.
Rebecca hadn't intended for him to hear the comment and now found herself in an awkward position. How could she tell him that his clothing selection was terrible?
"Nothing."
"Come on, be honest," he prodded. "I'm a husband, remember? I can take it."
"Well, your inventory isn't keeping up with changing fashions," she gently enlightened him. "Your wife did a good job, but..."
"But I'm not," he finished. "Sales have really fallen off. I wasn't sure why."
"It takes a woman's touch," she assured him. "Don't blame yourself."
She truly felt sorry for him. She felt like reaching over and hugging him, but knew that she couldn't. Not yet. And then an idea formed in her mind. And when it did, everything fell into place; the prom that she left early, Dirk being Dirk, James picking her up, and her finding out about his problems at the boutique. It was destiny.
"I could help if you want. I'm good at things like that and I'm not doing anything else this summer."
"I sold the house to keep the boutique afloat," he explained. "I couldn't pay you much."
Rebecca tried to figure him out. Was he saying that because he wanted her help but couldn't employ her, or was he politely refusing her offer? She couldn't tell him she'd work for free, because then she'd seem too aggressive. She was in a quandary as her mind tried to sift through the thoughts in its search for an appropriate response.
"I'm sure we can work something out."
The car crossed a bridge and passed a sign that welcomed them to Wedgewood. As they approached a railroad crossing the red warning lights brightly flashed and the white barrier arms lowered.
He could've easily made it, Rebecca thought. There was no reason to stop, not unless he wanted to spend more time with her on either a conscious or sub-conscious level. Her full lips curled into an excited smile.
"You could've made it, James."
"I'm enjoying your company," he confirmed what she already suspected, and his words heightened the excitement that coursed through her veins.
Rebecca reached her right hand behind the back of her neck. An irritated look appeared on her otherwise sweet face. Her fingers unsuccessfully yanked on a tag.
"This tag has been poking me all night," she complained.
"Here, let me."
James slid across the vinyl bench seat beside her. She leaned her head down and away from him as his hands reached up. He saw the white plastic anchor that was attached through the manufacturer's washing label. He carefully fished it out.
"I recognize my work," he casually mentioned.
Rebecca turned and faced him. When she did, the tips of their noses touched. Neither of them retreated. They could feel the warmth of one another's breath on their faces. He breathed in deeply and enjoyed the lingering scent of perfume on her neck as she noticed his cologne.
Their skin turned red and pink as they were alternately illuminated by the flashing red lights. He admired her beautiful face; the full pouting lips, cute upturned nose, thin plucked eyebrows, and the most adorable gray eyes he had ever seen. He could sense the warmth, compassion, fear, and uncertainty in her gaze.
She was intrigued by the brown eyes that sparkled with kindness and devotion. But pain and loss lurked behind the façade, and she felt the sadness that burdened his heart. Despair softened his features and drew her to him in a way she could not understand.
A loud clanking of steel wheels on steel tracks and a shrill whistling provided the backdrop for their first kiss. They both needed the reassuring comfort of another human companion.
Their heads moved forward slowly as both hearts beat faster, stimulated by the excitement created by anticipation. When the tips of their noses touched, each head rotated to the right. Their lips paused with only a hundredth of an inch separating them. Their minds raced. She wanted the kiss, but he hesitated with uncertainty, nervous about her tender age.
Rebecca decided for him. She closed the distance and her lips lightly touched his. It was like kissing a cloud in a thunderstorm. The kiss was soft and gentle, but underneath was deep emotional turmoil that stirred their passion with crackling, electric-like surges of wondrous delight. His penis restlessly shifted and stiffened. Her nipples swelled and hardened, and immediate warmth filled her loins.
The lips lingered on one another's mouth, finding the contact undeniably tempting. James moved his head from side to side, brushing his lips against hers. His arms reached around her slender waist and pulled her closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck and eagerly hugged him exactly the way she had imagined hugging him earlier. They both wanted the moment to last forever.
His tongue extended and the moist tip delicately followed the contours of her upper lip. Hers was lured from her mouth by the teasing, and the tips touched. Slowly more of the tongues made contact, until finally they fully embraced. Rebecca invited his into her mouth, and James kissed her in enthusiastic excitement. The warm muscles entwined and playfully dueled as they explored the wonder of the soft, dark caverns.
His awakened penis swelled more, and his erection anxiously pulsated beneath his clothing. He felt like he was half his age, and getting lucky with the girl of his dreams. His heart raced as never before, and the dark cloud that surrounded his heart began to lift. He was sorely tempted to slide his hands to her front and fill them with her breasts, but he denied himself the attempt. He was more afraid of where it would lead to than he was of her possible rejection.
Rebecca shuddered in delight. The kiss was a beacon of light in the darkness of a frightening and uncertain future. Her hardened nipples anxiously throbbed and the tingling warmth in her loins triggered a wetness that seeped from her belly. She wanted him to withdraw his hands from her waist and press them upon the heaving swells beneath the dress, but she knew he wouldn't try. He wouldn't try for the same reasons she was so powerfully drawn to him.
The tracks fell silent. Several seconds later the lights stopped flashing and the barriers were returned to their stowed positions. James withdrew from her and she uncomfortably sank into the seat. Awkward silence followed.
"If you're serious about helping out at the boutique I'd be grateful," he finally spoke and broke the heavy silence as he turned the car onto the street where she lived. "Feel free to stop by any time."
"Sure, okay," she readily agreed. "Thanks for the ride. You saved me a huge hike."
James pulled over to the curb and stopped the car. He knew he needed to say something but wasn't sure what, or how. Rebecca sensed that he was sorry for what had happened. She wasn't. She leaned over and reassuringly kissed his forehead.
"I kissed you. I'm nineteen, it's not a crime," she reminded him. "See you in the morning."
He watched as she vacated the vehicle and climbed the front steps of the porch. When she reached the door she turned, waved, and then disappeared inside.
James sat in his idling car as he wrestled with the nagging guilt. The excitement had passed and his penis was again flaccid. His thoughts turned to Priscilla. He missed her more than ever. His foot moved from the brake to the gas and he drove himself to the boutique that was also now his home.
* * * * *
James woke up feeling tired. It had been a long and restless night. Both Priscilla and Rebecca were on his mind and made sleeping difficult. He poured himself a cup of coffee, unlocked the front door, shifted the sign from closed to open, and settled down behind a desk with his caffeine. He was surprised when the bell announced the arrival of a customer.
"Don't get up, it's just me," Rebecca called out. "Let me look around for a few minutes and see what I have to work with."
"Probably not much," he responded in a sullen tone.
She disregarded his negative affirmation and looked through the racks of women's clothing. She was sure some of it was salvageable, but some definitely had to go.
"I had a nice time last night," Rebecca mentioned.
"That's good. Proms are all about memories." he stated as he wistfully remembered getting lucky with a girl after his. A girl very much like Rebecca in several ways.
"No, silly, with you," she replied. "The prom sucked. It was just a showcase for the wealthy and the popular, and I'm neither."
"Being wealthy and popular is overrated. Don't let it discourage you."
Several minutes elapsed, during which time he finished and refilled his coffee.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"That'd be great."
He poured a second cup, walked to the front, and looked for her. Rebecca was bending over, and what greeted him was an incredible sight. He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at a round, tight ass beautifully encased in a pair of skimpy white shorts.
He caught himself staring but found it difficult to look away. Her long slender legs were equally appealing. He briefly envisioned them wrapped around his hips as he drove deeply into her pussy, but dismissed the thought and turned away when his penis stirred to life.
He experienced a wave of guilt for the way he thought of her. She was a kind and caring young woman willing to help out a pathetic and woefully incapable man that was desperately trying to hang on to the last real memory of the wife that he still loved with all his heart. He silently scolded himself.
He started to walk away when she spoke.
"Over here."
James shifted gears, turned around, and approached. When she turned and faced him his eyes were immediately drawn to the tiny red top that covered her breasts and little else. The perky mounds jiggled freely and pressed against the red cotton, forming peaks and valleys that provocatively revealed their relative size and shape. The bare midriff was smooth and flat, and a gold belly ring shimmered in the morning sun that spilled through the front plate glass display window. He had to make a conscious and determined effort not to stare.
"Some of these will have to go," she advised as she removed several garments and placed them on a different rack.
"Whatever you think is breast."
His face reddened in embarrassment. He hoped she hadn't heard his Freudian slip, but when she chuckled he knew otherwise.
"I meant..."
She laughed louder when she detected the distress in his voice as it trailed off. He couldn't detect the excitement that surged through her body and filled it with joy.
"I knew exactly what you meant," Rebecca assured him. "You think I have nice tits but you also know it would be freakishly inappropriate for a thirty-something man to say that to a nineteen year old girl who's helping you out of the kindness of her heart. So you suppress the thought and it resurfaces in an otherwise innocent statement. But I'd really prefer that you'd just tell me."
He glanced down at the perky mounds again. She gave him a sexy smile and vibrated her chest. Her mounds jiggled and jumped beneath the top, and again his penis stirred and partially hardened.
"You have exceptionally nice tits," he complimented her, after which they both broke out in laughter. "And while we're on the subject, you have an absolutely exquisite ass and legs as well."
"Wow, you've been a busy boy," she teased. "Do you watch all of your customers this closely?"
"Customer," he corrected her. "And she's almost eighty. So I guess the answer to that question would be a resounding no."
"I wouldn't be so quick to discount her. I hear that older women know their way around in bed."
After the verbal exchange any remaining awkwardness was gone. They established that they liked one another's company, and armed with a fresh cup of coffee they got to work.
Rebecca looked through the racks one by one. Clothing that received a "thumbs-down" was passed to James and placed on one of the pre-selected discount racks. As they worked side by side and in relative close quarters there was a lot of body contact. He couldn't be sure, but he seriously wondered if she had been teasing him the whole time.
Several times as she laid garments across his outstretched arms her soft, jiggling breasts rubbed against his forearms. He felt the firm texture of the warm swells and the rubbery nipples that poked into the half-top. She seemed not to notice as they pressed and rubbed. On one occasion it happened repeatedly as she filled his arms, and his penis responded by springing to life and impatiently throbbing inside his pants.
He was grateful that she couldn't see it, but about that time she carelessly dropped and bent down to retrieve a blouse. As she reclaimed it a hand lightly rubbed against his upper leg and crotch. It shifted the pants and the fabric pulled over the sensitized head and triggered a twinge of pleasure. His penis swelled more and his mind recalled the sight of her wonderfully sleek long legs and imagined them tightly embracing his body as he plunged fully into her center.
The stimulation and sexual thoughts coaxed a drop of semen from his hard and aching balls, and it seeped into the front of his underpants. He could feel the thick wetness as his pulsating head dispensed and smeared it on the cotton fabric. For him it was torturous pleasure, for it had been so long since he'd been with a woman. Not since Priscilla, and that seemed like a lifetime ago.
"What's up on that shelf?" she inquired.
"Boxes, but I'm not sure what's in them," he responded in an uncertain tone. "Let me see if I can find a ladder. We had one here a while back."
"No, just lift me."
"The rack's in the way," he observed.
"Stand under the shelf and lift me then," she requested. When he hesitated she impatiently added "Come on, James, I don't bite. Besides, I'm doing this for you, remember?"
He relented and positioned himself under the shelf in front of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and jumped up, using him as leverage. His arms caught her mid-air and tightened around her thighs. His face was looking directly at her crotch. He could see where the tight shorts pulled against her center and displayed the outline of her pussy lips. Rebecca placed her elbows on the edge of the shelf for support as she opened and rummaged through the boxes.
"You can pull those down if you want," he suggested.
"There's no room," she remarked. "They're better left up here. I'll just look through them and see what I find. Am I too heavy for you?"
"No, you're fine."
When he became self-conscious of staring at her crotch he looked up, instead. The front of her skimpy red top moved away from her chest as she leaned forward, and he had a clear view of the firm, perky breasts that he'd been so impressed by all morning. The large pink tips appeared to be hard and swollen, and he silently wondered if she was as aroused as he was.
Rebecca had a wide grin on her face the entire time. Her nipples were so hard they felt like they were going to explode. Teasing him was torturous for her, too. Her lower belly was all warm and tingly and she knew her pussy was getting wet.
She wondered if he could smell her sex yet, because his face was in the perfect place for it. She didn't realize that her breasts were so visibly exposed, but she wouldn't have cared. It only would have aroused her more, knowing that his eyes not only admired her crotch but the breasts and nipples as well.
"Can I put my left knee on your shoulder?" she asked him. "I can't quite reach this one."
James shifted his arms so that he held only her right leg. She lifted the left knee and placed it on his right shoulder. The precarious position parted her smooth, supple thighs and left him staring not only at the outline of the outer folds of her pussy, but he had a direct line of sight up the leg of her shorts and at her panties. He could see that she was wearing a white thong.
And then he smelled something. He decided it had to be something that emanated from one of the boxes Rebecca was opening. They'd been up there for years and could contain almost anything. For some reason the smell aroused him, because his penis restlessly throbbed. If he'd had any idea that it was her flowing wetness that his nose detected things might have turned out differently.
"Okay, now let me slide down a little bit," she directed.
After her knee moved off his right shoulder he loosened his hold and she slowly moved down between his arms. When she gave the signal he tightened his grip again. This time her bare, flat stomach was pressed against his face. When he glanced up, he had an even better, closer view of her perfect swells. Those nipples were definitely erect, he decided. She was teasing them both simultaneously.
He listened to the pounding of his own heart and to a box being opened. He saw several items being dropped to the floor. "Oh, very chic."
A pair of see-through panties dropped down and landed on his shoulder. The red fabric was transparent and he could see his shirt right through them. It didn't take much effort to imagine them on her. As he pictured that possibility he envisioned her luscious pink pussy lips showing right through them. His penis surged again and throbbed. More semen oozed from the tip. He hoped it hadn't soaked through the front of his pants. That would be an embarrassment he would never recover from.
"Are you about done?" he questioned.
He decided she was cruel and evil as his aching penis helplessly throbbed in protest like a caged animal demanding to be released. And the longer she delayed the more he seeped with milky seed in anticipation of completing an act that he could not possibly pursue.
"Okay, you can let me down."
He slowly relinquished his hold and helped her back to the floor. She lost her footing when she slipped on a blouse that shifted under her feet, and fell to her knees. He looked down and saw her kneeling directly in front of his pants. They both noticed a white, milky glob on the front at precisely the same moment.
The sexual tension between them was thick and heavy, but it was the utter embarrassment of the precarious situation that James felt. She suddenly felt sorry for all her teasing when she realized how aroused he had grown. It was impossible for her to pretend not to have seen it, because it was right in front of her eyes. Rebecca felt wicked and ashamed when she glanced up and saw the look in his eyes.
"It looks like you may have rubbed up against something," she suggested as she tried to pretend that it wasn't what they both knew it was. It was a failed effort to save him, but he appreciated the attempt.
"Whatever it is I better go rinse it off before it stains," he quickly announced as he made a quick escape.
Rebecca returned to her feet and she watched as he quickly disappeared from view. She wanted to kick herself in the ass for doing that to him. All she could do was shake her head from side to side in disbelief about what just happened. Her heart sank as she realized that she may have made a crucial error.
As soon as the bathroom door was closed and locked he sat on the toilet and took several deep breaths. Rebecca was driving him crazy. His penis and balls were so swollen that they physically ached for release. He needed to do what he hoped she wouldn't overhear. After his pants were loosened and his raging erection released, he wadded up some toilet paper and pleasured himself.
He closed his eyes and thought of Rebecca. Her beautiful face and the gorgeous body that was more mature than she was. In an odd twist of fate he envisioned her pleasuring herself amongst the clothes out front, while he did the same in the bathroom. If his thoughts were projected onto a screen, and shown side by side with what she really was doing during his absence, the two versions would be nearly identical.
Rebecca was as every bit in need of release as he was. And she certainly knew what he was doing, and that was what she imagined when she moved her body behind a wall of dresses. She hoped that nobody would enter the quiet store and disturb the frenzied masturbation that they were both shamelessly resorting to.
Once hidden, she unsnapped the chrome button and tugged down the shiny chrome zipper. The tiny shorts stayed in place, held there by her soft round hips. Her right hand moved inside, underneath the thong. She gasped when her fingers touched the wet folds and a sudden jolt of tingling delight rushed through her awakened flesh. Slippery wetness smeared on the probing fingers. Her left hand reached up and grasped a soft breast and squeezed roughly on the swell.
He thought of her doing exactly that same thing, huddled amidst the clothes that would not sell, as he stroked his steel-hard shaft. He oozed semen, and he dabbed the purplish-pink head with the tissue paper. His right hand moved back and forth slowly at first, but the more he thought of her, the faster his pumping became. Another thick drop of semen collected, and suspended in the drops were rapidly wiggling seeds that would never perform their intended task.
Rebecca allowed the soft groaning that she emitted, for the bell would warn of customers and the flushing of a toilet would caution her of James' impending approach. Her mind was on his long knurled shaft, leaking with the seed that her cruel teasing inspired. She licked her lips and squeezed her breast harder, until a slight surge of stinging pain announced the protestations of her abused nipple. Two fingers moved up and down her juicy hot slit, rubbing on and near her clitoris. Her clothing absorbed the considerable amount of fragrant wetness that leaked from her center and soaked her fingers.
She imagined herself kneeling between his legs, her body free of clothing, as he sat on the toilet. His hands would be stroking back and forth, with pleasure written on his contorted face and beads of perspiration on his forehead. Her fingers rubbed on her pussy faster as the thought stimulated her body. Climax loomed closer as she pictured him ejaculating and shooting thick creamy gobs of hot semen onto her lips and face, and dripping down onto her breasts and nipples. Her tongue would lick his seed from her lips and creamy mounds.
As she imagined the smell and taste of his hot semen she reached orgasm, and the sexual release she so badly needed arrived. Her body briefly writhed and shuddered, and the hanging clothes jiggled and betrayed her location although nobody was present to see it. Two loud gasps and a series of loud groaning accompanied the wave of delight that satisfied and relieved her quivering flesh. A final squirt of nectar signaled the end of the body-jarring event.
"I wish that teasing bitch was here, I'd come all over her fine face and gorgeous tits," James said in a frustrated voice.
He'd have her kneeling between his legs, naked, with her lips close to the tip of his penis. The thought of it assisted the rise of his semen, and he felt its wonderful ascent. His body twitched in undeniable ecstasy, and the shaft swelled larger still on the verge of climax. And when the seed had completed its journey he grunted, much louder than he anticipated. He jerked wildly on the toilet as a stream of thick semen was dispensed, followed by two more that drained the contents of his balls. The tissue in his left hand captured the fluid, but behind his closed eyes it was her lips, face, and breasts that received it.
They cleaned up any evidence of their individual acts, although the air retained the smell of their activities. He dropped the tissue into the toilet and flushed. When Rebecca heard this warning she buttoned the front of her shorts. She forgot the zipper, and it would make him wonder about how she occupied her time during his absence.
She detected a change in his emotional state afterwards. It confirmed in her mind that during his absence he masturbated. She wondered if she thought the same of her. And then he glanced down and saw the lowered zipped and briefly smiled.
"I'm going to run to the diner across the street and pick us up some lunch," he said. "Does anything in particular sound good?"
"Anything will work, plus maybe a little something for dessert?" she decided.
"We can share a slice of their infamous cream pie."
After eating hamburgers and fries at the small table in his improvised studio apartment at the back of the store he brought out the pie. White cream was piled high on a pie crust, and its white surface was sprinkled with chocolate.
"Sorry about the accommodations," he said apologetically.
"I think it's cute," she decided as she looked around. "And the commute time is to die for."
James laughed aloud. He loved her sense of humor and everything else about her. She was fun to be around, and had so much energy. It was a big change from when he picked her up on the side of the road last night. But there was no evidence of the fear and dread he saw in those gorgeous gray eyes last night. She almost seemed like a different person.
He picked up a fork and took a bite. He nodded approvingly.
She leaned towards him and opened her mouth. He cut off a piece, stabbed it with the fork, and carefully guided it into her mouth. Her extended tongue supported the bottom of the shell as he retracted the fork, but her lips closed too quickly and the cream covered her lips and pushed up her nose. Her body shook with laughter as she tried not to launch the pie across the room. She somehow managed to swallow it before she coughed.
"You missed a little," he told her.
"Where?"
He reached his hands out and cupped her soft, warm face. Their eyes met in a magical gaze very similar to the one they shared the previous evening in the flashing red lights of the train. He lost himself in those dazzling gray eyes. They were so honest and open. He could feel the radiance of her soul and the happiness that filled her heart.
He wanted to kiss her, but the memory of Priscilla filled his mind and saddened his heart. The grief and pain returned. He removed his hands, wiped away the smudge of cream, and the moment passed. He didn't see the sadness that suddenly showed in her gray eyes, or the tears that welled up around them. And he was blind to the look of love and how she adored him, for his aching heart would not allow him to see it.
"It's not very good," he admitted, referring to the pie. "Want any more?"
She pointed towards the bathroom and walked in that direction. He got up and cleared the table of dishes and threw away the bag and wrappers. She closed the bathroom door just as tears spilled down her cheeks. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded her head in disbelief.
"What are you doing here?" she asked herself. "This is crazy. He won't seriously consider you because of the age difference and he's not emotionally available. You're getting in way over your head."
She laughed at her own stupidity, unrolled some toilet paper, and carefully dabbed at her eyes. She avoided rubbing, because then he would see them reddened and would know something upset her. Once the tears were dry she flushed the toilet to disguise her true reason for being there, ran the sink water for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and returned to him.
After lunch they looked through wholesale clothing catalogs but her heart wasn't in it. He knew the mood had changed but he did his best to avoid talking about it. She pointed out a few new styles that she liked while James jotted down the information and kept track of costs. After an hour she rose from her chair and told him she needed to get going.
"Look, I'm really sorry for hurting you," he delivered the heartfelt apology. "I mean about everything. I feel like a complete ass."
"You are an ass, but not for the reasons you think," she replied. The look of confusion on his face reaffirmed her belief that all men were idiots.
The air was tense and she wasn't prepared for heartbreak. She smiled, playfully punched him on the shoulder, turned, and walked out of the boutique and his life. Or so she thought.
"Uh!" she exclaimed in frustration as she walked home. "How could he be so blind? He thinks he hurt me for kissing me last night. Didn't he see how happy I was when I woke up this morning? Couldn't he recognize the fact that I'm happier now than I've been for months? I was a different person this morning than I was last night because of him. Why can't he acknowledge that?"
Hot tears streaked and reddened her face. She dodged her mom when she arrived at the house and hurried to her room. She grabbed a worn paperback book from the shelf and curled up with it on the bed. Now she could understand why Nora decided to throw herself off the cliff. The emotional pain of rejection was very real and very sharp.
"Why does life have to be so hard?"
* * * * *
Rebecca wrestled with her decision not to show up at the boutique the following morning. Her heart was still broken and she couldn't find the courage to face him. She knew that he was struggling with the business, but if he hadn't picked her up that night she never would've known who he was or of his troubles. So why did she insist on making his problems hers? She had her own share. It would take several days to get the clothes he was ordering, she finally decided. There wasn't much more she could do anyway.
"Sweetheart, why aren't you applying for colleges?" her mom asked when she saw her only daughter curled up in bed reading another of the supermarket romance novels. "Oh, Dick called."
"If he calls again tell him it's over," she instructed. "They're all idiots."
A look of exasperation appeared on her mother's face. She didn't know what was wrong but knew better than to ask. She threw up her hands in frustration and disappeared from view.
Rebecca spent the day in bed. When one novel was finished she grabbed another. It wasn't until after lunch that she bathed, but even then she retreated to a corner of the living room and read about another doomed romance. She nibbled at dinner, helped her mom with dishes, and returned to her bedroom.
It was early evening when she realized she had to face him. Even if it was to tell him that she wouldn't be helping at the boutique any more. Her heart still ached for him but she was hesitant about being hurt again.
She thought it odd that the OPEN sign was still in the window. Had he forgotten to slide it to the CLOSED position, or was something terribly wrong? She was filled with a sense of dread as she cautiously approached the door. When she turned the handle she discovered it was still unlocked. She pushed it open slowly, reached a hand up, and silenced the bells that typically announced someone's arrival.
Rebecca moved the sign to the CLOSED position and walked towards the back of the store. She saw him sitting at the table where they shared lunch. An overhead lamp illuminated him in a pool of yellowish light. A small shirt box lay open on the table, and pictures were scattered across the flat wood surface.
She froze. He hadn't seen her yet. She looked at him for several moments, wondering if she should even be there. He sat flanking the table, his left elbow down and holding his head. All she could see was his full head of dark hair. And then she heard him sobbing. Tears dripped onto the floor beneath him and pooled.
She didn't know how long she was standing there when he eventually sensed her presence, looked up, and recognized her. She was dressed in the same skimpy white shorts and a pink short-sleeved buttoned blouse. The blouse was tied off at the bottom and revealed her flat, smooth midriff and the glittering gold belly ring.
"I've been trying so hard to hang onto her," he explained in a choked voice. "It's like she's been hanging over the edge of a balcony. I'm looking down at her and my hands are reaching out and grasping her fingers. But I can't feel her fingers any more. I can't see her face. I've lost her."
"She's gone," Rebecca gently confirmed.
Suddenly she felt pain in her heart. She couldn't bear to see him like that. She rushed forward. He looked up when he heard her footsteps and smiled through his tears. Rebecca straddled his lap facing him. His arms reached out, around her waist, and pulled her close. She hugged his shoulders. His sobs continued, and hers began.
A mechanical clock ticked off the seconds, the minutes, and then the hours. For over two hours they embraced in pained silence. Rebecca would have held him all night if necessary. Finally his head lifted off her shoulder and looked into her amazing gray eyes.
"You look pathetic," she said, and they both laughed through the tears that finally ceased to flow.
"And you look stunning," he replied.
"I'm sorry she's gone, James, but I'm not, not yet," she whispered in warning. "I need you, and I need you to show me that you need me too."
This time when he gazed deeply into her eyes his broken heart allowed him to see the love and adoration that they revealed. Her heart soared and quickened when she saw his validation of her heartfelt emotions. The magic in their embrace returned. Rebecca knew that if he let this moment pass, she would have to leave and never again return.
But this time would be different. His red eyes closed and he leaned towards her. She softly sighed as their lips met. Their faces touched as he kissed her upped lip, and then she kissed his. The tip of his tongue extended and lightly traced the outline of her lip. Her tongue anxiously extended and drew his into her warm mouth. She shuddered in excitement and her nipples hardened as she hugged him tighter.
His desire to touch her breasts returned, and this time he would not deny himself the temptation. As his left arm remained looped around her slender waist his right hand moved between their bodies. She felt the movement and hoped it meant what she thought it might, but for one desperate moment Rebecca was uncertain. When the hand cupped her left mound through her pink blouse she groaned loudly in approval. The warmth of his palm and fingers generated tingling delight that filled her young body and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.
Her firm mound felt glorious beneath his fingers. James tenderly squeezed and rubbed upon it. His thumb pressed against the hard peak that pulsated with excitement.
The kissing became passionate as their mouths tightly embraced. Hot, darting tongues entwined and hungrily swirled about. His left arm withdrew from her waist and the hand lovingly stroked the right side of her beautiful face. She couldn't get her tongue far enough into his sweet mouth to satisfy her insatiable hunger, nor could he.
Rebecca desperately wanted to open his chest and pull his comforting body around her, and never leave. With that desire in mind her hands retreated from his neck and her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Her frustration grew as they resisted so her hands grasped the fabric and angrily tore it apart. Plastic buttons popped off and clattered noisily across the floor. She ripped it a second time; the remaining buttons flew free.
James sensed her immediate need and tore the fragile blouse open. Her hands united the knot and pulled it apart. She pressed her body tightly against his. Her soft breasts crushed upon his hairy chest as she hugged him with all her strength. He felt her hard nubs as they dug into his skin. Their bodies vibrated in rhythm with their beating hearts.
Their kissing mouths retreated and they gazed deeply into the colored orbs that sparkled with excitement. He saw the wetness of tears upon her cheeks and the smile on her lips. Her soft hands gently embraced his face and caressed his cheeks as their heavy breathing slowed.
His eyes looked down at the upright swells of her flesh and the pulsating pink tips.
"I was wrong," he declared.
"About what?"
"Your tits," he clarified.
"They're not exceptional? You've revised your opinion of them?" she questioned with a fake look of disappointment on her face.
"Yes," he confirmed as he teased her in a serious voice. "They're just average, I'm afraid."
"I challenge you to reconsider." She placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up until her breasts dangled before his eyes.
Her body bounced and they wiggled seductively. James placed his fingers beneath them and raised the firm masses of soft tissue and carefully appraised them. His head lowered and he sniffed each one, and in fact the scent of her perfume was most pleasing. His lips kissed each hardened nipple in turn, and then he licked them.
The game they were playing was driving Rebecca up the wall. On the outside she maintained a calm and collected appearance, however beneath the exterior she was anything but. She quivered with excitement, her palms were sweaty, her loins tingled and ached, and her panties were damp with flowing essence. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.
For James, having her topless in his lap was a dream come true. He couldn't stop thinking about her or the jiggling swells underneath the half-top. He savored their time together, and the more they played and teased one another the harder his swollen penis throbbed and his balls ached. He could feel the leaking semen as it smeared against the front of his underpants yet still he struggled with the decision as to whether he had the right to love her the way he so anxiously desired.
"I can't take much more of this teasing," she admitted in a breathless whisper as her calm exterior quickly formed cracks. "Love me, James. Show me the beauty of this act that I have been saving myself for."
He grasped the sides of his chair and stood up. Her long, silky legs wrapped around his waist and her arms hugged his neck. As she clung to him like a parasite to its host, his hands carelessly swept the reminders of a life lost from the table and sat her perfectly formed buttocks on the edge. The displaced pictures scattered as he began to plant the seeds for a new life.
Her arms and legs released him and she leaned back on her elbows with her sleek thighs provocatively parted. He glanced down and observed the large wet spot in the crotch of the shorts and smiled. His fingers reached down, lowered the chrome zipper, and unsnapped the chrome button.
Rebecca's sweet voice sighed in relief and she lifted her legs straight up. James tugged the loosened shorts up her shapely thighs and calves and removed them along with her tennis shoes. He placed his hands behind her knees and kept her legs together as he looked down at the incredible view of her pussy lips tightly encased in the soaked thin white panty crotch.
"I would've worn something sexier if I had any real hope that this would happen," Rebecca said as she experienced a twinge of regret.
He looked down into those alluring gray eyes and said "There's nothing different you could be wearing that could possibly make me want you any more than I do right now."
The sincere and heartfelt way that he uttered those reassuring words brought tears to her eyes. She mouthed him a thank-you as he gently guided her legs apart. He lowered his head and placed his lips against her right inner knee. It kissed a slow and meandering path down the quivering skin that sparked an intense blaze of desire deep in her belly. The breath caught in her throat as she powerfully shuddered from the ensuing waves of delight, and a slight discharge of fresh essence coated her covered lips with its warmth.
He smelled her excitement the closer his mouth moved towards her veiled pussy. When his lips reached the elastic leg band of the panties his extended tongue lightly traced the outline of her cloaked pussy lips. He tasted her energized flavor and breathed in the musk scent of her sex. His penis throbbed, stimulated by the pleasing aroma, and struggled against the clothing. She groaned loudly into the still air as pleasure gripped her virgin flesh and amazed her with its wondrous and intense beauty.
She reached for his head with both hands but James retreated. He placed his lips on the inside of her left knee, and found a new path to her juicy center. His lips kissed and tongue licked a wet trail that glistened in the yellow pool of light. This time when his lips reached the elastic leg band, his fingers grasped the sides of the soiled panties. Her legs extended and came together.
Rebecca looked up at him with nervous anticipation, both excited and scared. She would place her very life in his hands if there was a cause, so her trust in him was implicit. She wasn't sure why her body trembled and why now her heart became uncertain. Her eyes betrayed all that she felt, and he smiled back in understanding. She felt love in his gaze, and it alleviated some of her apprehension.
Her heart skipped a beat as he started pulling the panties up her thighs. The wet crotch clung to the folds of her pussy that it protected, but as the leg bands lifted it silently relinquished its hold. Rebecca gasped as the last shred of clothing retreated from her center, unseen by any others to this point. She glanced down and could see the shimmering brown curls that sprouted from the rise of flesh and mentally surrendered herself body and soul to his loving care.
He peeled the panties off and held her legs closed as he adored her. He saw the pink folds as they glistened invitingly, for her flesh was eager. He kept staring down at the vision of beauty as he slowly separated the legs, and more and more of her gorgeous center was revealed to his view. He clutched her legs behind the knees and pushed her parted thighs back towards her chest as his mouth descended.
"Oh!" Rebecca cried out loud in amazed wonder as his lips and tongue touched her swollen, juicy lips. "Oh my! Oh James, that's incredible!"
His hands released her knees and moved down to her crotch. His fingers gently pushed the delicate pink folds apart, and he briefly admired the luscious tissue that so intrigued and inspired all men. The tiny clitoris arose from behind its hood in eagerness to be stimulated; hot essence seeped from her belly and coated the narrow valley in anticipation, and the tiny orifice that he would lovingly violate waited only for his enlarged head to open it. He anxiously throbbed for an opportunity to do precisely that.
As his fingers held her open, his lips and tongue preyed on her swollen nub. She moaned, groaned, twitched, and writhed in surprise and awe as the direct stimulation created intense jolts of euphoria. She panted and her heart raced as his mouth made her feel things she never imagined possible. His licking became louder as her wetness increased, and she quickly felt herself approaching a point when she would explode with excitement.
The build-up was brief, and after only a minute or two of his mouth enjoying her body it happened. Her toes and fingers clenched, her face and body stiffened, and an amazing orgasm centered in her loins extended out to all parts of her flesh. Her ears were filled with the sound of her own wavering voice, moaning as she quaked in uncontrollable spasms. Shiny pearls of perspiration beaded on her naked skin. The smell of her aroused pussy intensified and greeted her nose.
When her body tensed James grabbed hold of her thighs and hung on for the ride he knew was approaching. He clung to her gyrating form with his mouth affixed to her hot, leaking pussy like a thirsting leech. Thick, hot fluid emerged and coated his lips and chin. But that was not the reward. The sound of her unrelenting moaning, and the knowledge that he brought such pleasure to the woman he was sure he loved every bit as much as Priscilla filled his heart with joy as surely as her womanhood filled his mouth with its essence.
She was more than ready for him, oozing with wetness as she was. The tiny orifice throbbed and wanted to be penetrated. He quickly peeled off his clothes and revealed the pulsating mass. She looked at a male penis for the first time in her life, and she felt both fear and exhilaration. It looked large and intimidating, although she knew that nature intended for it to be thrust deeply inside of her quivering flesh. But that knowledge did not ease the nervousness that caused her form to quiver with apprehension.
He gently guided her hands to the edge of the table and folded her fingers over the wood. She looked up at him for reassurance as her heart pounded, and saw the smile that eased her fear. She licked her dry lips and swallowed hard as she prepared herself for what she had so anxiously wanted yet now almost dreaded.
And then she suddenly understood. It was in a woman's nature to tease and flirt with a man that she found attractive, but the leap from flirtation to sex crossed a wide chasm. A wide chasm indeed, but when bridged with love it was a welcome event.
Her fluttering heart slowed as his hands tenderly grasped her hips and shifted her naked body forward so that the table's edge pressed upon her lower back. A portion of her body dangled over its edge, readily accessible to him. And then the round tip pressed between the pouting wet lips and pushed into the narrow slit. It rubbed up and down, collecting the lubricating wetness like a pig rolling in mud. And when he was as wet as she, Rebecca felt him at the entrance of her tiny canal.
"I love you," she heard herself whispering, although she didn't know why the contents of her heart were revealed at this moment.
Her curled fingers tightly grasped the table and he moved forward. Her orifice was stretched wide apart and protested the invasion. Stinging pain was its voice. A point was reached when she was stretched open far enough to accept him, and once the widest part of his head breached her defenses, the rest of his tip eased inside.
She groaned in painful delight as the fire in her lower belly raged as never before. His hips thrust again and he moved deeper inside of the tight canal. There was a bright flash in her eyes as the thin membrane that proved her innocence was ripped away. Tiny beads of red mixed with her flowing wetness and embraced the mass that devoured it. It retreated slightly, and drove forward again. Her tight muscle reluctantly yielded and it pushed further inside.
Her mind and body reeled in amazed wonder. She moaned as never before as she embraced the beauty of their sacred union. Her gray eyes opened and she looked up at him. Her full lips formed a reassuring smile as the fear and apprehension melted away. She was more certain now than ever that this was how nature had intended for her to be taken. She was grateful that she hadn't been wasted in Dirk's erotic embrace.
Once opened, the screaming of her canal was replaced by her moans of pleasure. The initial pain faded, and tingling warmth embraced her. James took her as gently as possible, and now his throbbing penis moved within her belly. The long, slender, silky legs that had so captivated and impressed him reached out and tightly wrapped around his waist.
He smiled as he felt them hugging his body, and that simple act caused his penis to further swell. The change in size was significant enough that Rebecca felt it, and again her canal protested the stretching. He slowly passed in and out of her, and the tugging of her stimulated clitoris generated glorious, breathtaking joy. Her heart surged and filled with love, and when she next looked at him Rebecca knew that they were destined to be together.
Her excited state multiplied. Her heavy breathing was a precursor to ecstasy. James sensed its approach. His penis pushed and penetrated until he was fully inside. The shuddering walls tightened around his slippery shaft. Rebecca moaned louder than before and suddenly erupted in violent spasms that shook her lithe form and vibrated the table.
Further aroused by the pussy that eagerly drew him in even deeper and bathed him in great warmth, his semen started to rise. He embraced the sheer delight of its journey as the thrusting head, sensitized more than ever, pushed and moved completely into her. When he reached the deepest point, his entire being twitched in climax. His semen was released and he grunted in pleasure. He continued moving, taking shallow strokes, as his aching orbs spewed forth his seed.
He remained inside of her exquisite body and collapsed on top of her. Slowly he withered, and retracted from her flesh. They struggled for breath, and neither spoke.
"Your breasts are exquisite," he decided as he gave her the second opinion she sought. "And they are only the tip of a magnificent iceberg."
"Carry this iceberg to bed, and make me melt again in your loving embrace," she requested in a sly and sexy voice.
He lifted her off the table and placed her on a small bed that resided in the back corner of the boutique. They melted in each other's mouths and bodies twice more and celebrated their newfound love until sleep claimed them.
In the morning James awoke to the warm and loving sight of Rebecca, smiling at him with those adoring gray eyes.
"I'm not frightened of the future any more," she told him. "Thanks for finding me. And thanks for helping me find Rebecca."