Holly shook her head slowly, understanding his grief and how it must be to relive the day. She rocked him in her arms, coaxing him, giving what little courage she had to him so he could continue.
“I don’t remember running over to her, but she was laying there, eyes closed, her head had flattened a huge marigold plant and it was glittering and beautiful. But she was still, didn’t move when I shook her. I think that’s when I ran back to the house and called an ambulance.” He shook again, his cries resurfacing, huge sobs echoing round the darkened room. “I knew she was dead but had hopes that the ambulance could somehow bring her back to life, resuscitate her. They were there within minutes, ran up to her and I could tell from the way they moved that she was gone. I kept saying there was nothing wrong with her, just look at her! It was true, she looked so healthy, radiant.”
“Oh Neil, I don’t have words to describe ..”
He shook his head, cutting her off. “She was only twenty-eight Hol. Twenty fucking eight. Heart failure. Married seven years.” They were both sobbing, clutching at each other in their shared misery. She could feel the material of her shirt matting against her skin where he had cried and as hard as she tried she couldn’t seem to hold him tight enough to make the pain go away. Holly stared at the wall, noting the patterns the flames were making on the wallpaper, the shadow of their bodies on the wall. They failed to distract her from the present misery and the man who clung to her for dear life.
“People would come up to me and say ‘If there’s anything we can do’. Always ‘we’, and always leaving it up to me to look for their help.” He chuckled and Holly opened her eyes, surprised. “People would bring food round, great big casseroles or roasts! Why the fuck did they think I felt like gorging myself when the most important person in the whole world had been ripped from me two days earlier?” He cried quietly again and she shifted slightly, a little of the tension in Holly’s neck dissipating. She kissed his head, letting him know she was still there. “Each day over the past two years I’ve just wished for one thing. To hold her one more time, even just for ten minutes, so I can remember her warmth and not how she was when I found her, lying in the flowers.” He was silent for a while and now at the end of his story she hoped there would be a climb back up towards a little happiness through the night.
“Neil, there’s nothing I can say that would make it better, I’m just so sorry for you.”
“I’m sorry too for burdening you with my problems, it was unfair.” He wiped his eyes and leaned up on an elbow, breathing out hard, his breath still wobbling in his throat. “It’s just uncanny that you resemble her so much. You have a beautiful face but it’s not hers. The rest though. I don’t know, it’s just ..”
Holly took his hand and pulled it to her head, then let it fall slowly through her hair. He gasped, wide-eyed, nodding. “Oh jesus, yes, so much like that!’
“What was her name?”
“Shelly,” he whispered, trembling again at the sound.
“Make love to her Neil. Tonight, here in this room,” said Holly, kissing his hand.
“Holly!”
She shook her head. “I think there’s something very special going on in this house tonight. I don’t know, I’m not very good at this sort of thing, but if you believe that she too wants to have that final good bye then you just need to believe too.”
“Oh god, I don’t know Hol, really, this whole day has been just so strange!”
Holly shook her head again and brought his hand to her face, kissing it tenderly. She leaned over and blew out the candle, leaving the glowing fire as the only light remaining.
“Holly?”
“Shelly,” she whispered. The wind howled dramatically, rattling something metal outside against the brickwork of the house.
She pulled him down to the pillows, leaned closer and kissed his lips, halting any further discussion or doubt. A germ of an idea passed through her mind as he returned her kiss and she thought of Jessica next door and how he had kissed her half an hour earlier that night.
“Shelly?”
Holly nodded, smiled and kissed him again. “Neil, make love to me.”
He seemed to dissolve into a rapturous love, his eyes filling again as he kissed her. Holly brought his hand back down into her hair, letting him feel her and marveled as he gasped and sobbed. She could feel him trembling again as his imagination took over, as Holly morphed just for one night into Shelly. He seemed overcome by the whole ordeal and slumped onto the pillow. Holly leaned over him, took his hand and held it to her breast. He looked at his hand, then into her eyes. Her face was dark, in shadow from the dull light of the fire and he touched her gently then pulled her down for a kiss.
She wasn’t sure that he had enough confidence to proceed and as she kissed him she guided his hand up to the top button of her shirt. He seemed paralyzed, almost frightened of what he might find. She brought her leg up over onto his thigh, brushing over his groin and as her skirt stretched she remembered that she had no panties on. Her knee suggested that he was soft and she wondered if this was going to be actually have a negative effect on him rather than the rehabilitation which she intended. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him, smiling.
“Undress her, Neil. Undress your girl.”
“Oh Shelly!” he said, flicking the buttons of her shirt. He took his time, his fingers shaking as his eyes darted from her hair then to her breasts as the bra gradually came into view. Holly reached behind and flicked the clasp then lay back down, watching his chest heaving as the opportunity of a lifetime unfolded before him. He turned and knelt at her side, taking the bra carefully in both hands as though it might snap back at him. He laid it to one side and stared at her breasts before slowly reaching out to test the firm mounds and their perfect little nipples. Holly rewarded him by stroking his leg and signaling that she had needs as well. His mouth covered her nipple, sucking gently and teasing her in a way that seemed exploratory, as if he was once again confirming that the person below was indeed alive, warm and responsive.
“Shelly,” he muttered, kissing her breasts more firmly now, his confidence rising. Holly reached out further along his trousers, found his fly and discovered there was the possibility of something swelling underneath. She brushed her hand over the raised area and he gasped, pulling away as though scalded.
She was at the limit of her experience, unsure what the problem might be but knew in her heart that he had accepted that the girl below him was a rendering of Shelly, an incomplete vision but still a glimpse of the past. She also knew that he wanted to make love to her, to consummate their final parting. She got to her knees and pushed him onto his back, then grabbed at his shirt and undid the buttons as quickly as she could. He was panting, clawing at his cuffs as though the material was burning him. His undershirt joined the pile of clothes on the floor and he cried out as Holly kissed his lips then trialed little pecks down over his chest to just below his navel. He was hairy, a novelty for Holly but it didn’t dissuade her from tugging at his belt and zip. His trousers, voluminous and fatherly, slipped down his legs. His socks followed after which Holly knelt at his feet and ran her hands slowly up his legs, over his thighs and into the material of his underwear. He grabbed her hands, pleading as her thumbs delved towards his balls.
“Shelly!” he gasped. “It’s… it’s been so long baby!”
She then realised, or thought she had a good idea of, what the problem was and with a careful sideways movement she picked up her panties from the nightstand. She kissed his lips slowly, lovingly and with her right hand slipped her panties up her skirt and over her pussy. She knew she was a little wet and wiped herself on the thin material then tucked them under the pillow. She kissed him again and with her left hand carefully slid his underwear down. He helped a little, gasping and squirming as though he wanted to be naked but didn’t at the same time. She touched his inner thigh, moving slowly, signaling her direction as she touched his balls. He groaned and grabbed her right arm, s
queezing and immediately she knew what to do.
She reached under the pillow and took hold of her panties as her fingers gently ran up and down the length of his cock. It was long and she very carefully wrapped her fingers around the bottom of it near his balls. She had no idea how big it was, nor did she really care. She was going to enjoy it and play her part as Shelly for the night. With two fingers she traced her way up his shaft to the top. The huge bulb was slick with excitement and he jerked involuntarily each time she touched him. She brought the panties up to his face and kissed his lips.
“Shelly’s here for you Neil. Come for her!” she whispered.
He gulped in air, then breathed in through his nose, gasping and crying out her name. His buttocks shuddered and Holly touched him very lightly again, circling around the big red knob as his cries intensified. “My baby, my Shelly, oh god!” He grabbed the panties and held them to his nose as Holly stroked the whole length of his cock with two gentle fingers. She felt the come starting to ooze out of him but he still seemed to be building up to his orgasm. His fingers dug into her arm and with a final thought she ripped the panties from his grasp and wrapped them around his cock, milking him harder as his buttocks shot off the bed and he froze in position, shaking from head to toe as his muscles bulged and a stream of come shot over his chest. As his cock pulsed and swelled she increased her speed and grip, riding the sensation with him and only slowing as he relaxed and fell back to the bed.
She slipped her panties off his cock and realised that most of his come had either shot over his chest or just dribbled over her hand. Wiping herself with the wet panties wasn’t very successful so she balled them up, dabbed at his chest and then looked around, wondering where she could put them so they wouldn’t become permanently stuck. His hands covered his face as he calmed down and while she understood that he might need a little time to bathe in his post-orgasmic relief she needed to let him know that there was more to come. Holly slipped her skirt off and with just her stockings on, swung a leg over him and straddled his chest. She could feel the sticky trail against her thighs but didn’t care as she bent down and kissed his head. He took her face gently between his palms and pulled her into a kiss. She decided she would leave it up to him to use whatever name he felt most comfortable with but in case there was any doubt about her intentions she slid her buttocks slowly down his body, letting his cock probe her anus, then slip underneath her pussy and emerge between her wet lips.
He groaned and looked up, recognizing only then that she was practically naked on top of him. He touched her breasts, squeezing them delightfully as she slid back and forth over his still rigid cock. The wind was howling outside, rattling the windows and seemed to be picking up small items from the surrounding area and hurling them at the glass. She slid further forward up his chest and pushed a breast against his mouth, forcing him to suck her nipple. His hands grabbed her buttocks, digging into her with renewed need and much more confidence than before. She adored his tongue on her nipple, the way it flicked at it then gave way as his teeth took over, nipping her skillfully, introducing pain but below the threshold which would have made her pull away. She draped her hair over his face, reminding him of Shelly even if her breasts didn’t. As she slid back down she felt his hardness pressing against her pubic bone and sliding over the wet skin above her clit. He felt big as his cock squeezed her pussy open, spreading the lips and squishing her juices up and down his long shaft. Her heart thumped in anticipation of feeling him at her entrance, teasing just before she dropped and consumed him.
“Shel!” he said, gripping her hair tightly. She raised her buttocks and aligned him easily, dropping a couple of inches to lock him in place.
“Oh god, so good!” she groaned, pulling up quickly as she realised just how big he was. He seemed to split her wide open, the stinging making her feel as though her had ruptured her inner lips or even torn her inside her vagina. She breathed out slowly, pacing herself, letting him know as her fingers dug into his shoulders that taking him all was going to be a slow process. She slid down again to take no more than a couple of inches and looked down between her legs, checking for any traces of blood although they would be hard to see in the dim light from the fire. “Jeeze, so big!” she hissed, swallowing hard as she again rose up and then sank, unable to take much more of him.
“Oh Shell, sweet baby!”
Holly forced herself lower, taking another inch before looking between her legs again to see the fat cock with several inches waiting to jam inside her. A stinging sensation developed in her vagina which slowly morphed into what felt like a heat source before soothing away into warm acceptance. She breathed in deeply and took another inch, thrilled at her progress and now sure that if she took her time she would be able to take him all. She pulled up, paused and sank again, trusting herself now to sink down all the way. She gasped, proud that she had him inside her and amazed that the feeling of being stuffed beyond capacity was setting off all sorts of orgasmic signs after only a few strokes.
His hands worked with her movements, gripping her hips, helping her lift and fall at her own pace. He pushed up gently on the bottom of her stroke, filling her completely before she rose again and then dropped. She closed her eyes, thinking of Ricky, then Maggie, then Ricky again. The balcony, making love to him at the dawn of a new day, naked to the world. It was the new Holly, exploring her sexual appetite and discovering as she had today new thrills in almost every situation. His fingers slipped round to her buttocks, digging into them and she groaned, delighted that he had done so without any hints. She increased the speed and force of her thrusts and felt the warning sign of her orgasm as it started its engine. She swallowed hard, fell forward and kissed his face, his neck and then his lips as she bounced up and down. He pulled her buttocks harder and then thrust up into with each stroke, stinging her inside. She squealed with delight, kissed his lips then gave up as her head dropped to his shoulder and she cried out in agony as he smashed up into her, pounding away as though drilling into her stomach. She gripped the pillow, crying out as her orgasm burst behind her eyes, lighting the room with white flashes as the beautiful pain hurtled around her very core. She dug her fingers into his hair, scratching and pulling, trying to hurt him as he was hurting her, demanding every last ounce of effort from him as she gushed juices over his balls and the duvet.
Gasping and unaware of anything else in the room, she collapsed onto him and shuddered into the pillow. He was rigid inside her, holding her in place with his cock as well as his hands as she slowly began to move up and down on him, prolonging the wonderful sensations that rattled around in her body. Holly gripped his head between her palms and kissed his hair as her body continued to tremble with delight.
She calmed, cold, shaking with aching legs and a stinging, hot pussy. Everything seemed to be wet wherever she touched and she knew that when she pulled up and off his cock another deluge would shoot out. She pushed the thought from her mind and simply fell onto his chest, pleased with the way he caressed her back and nuzzled her ear to remind her that he was still there, at her service.
“Let’s go down by the fire,” he said, touching her side.
“Hmm?”
“The fire, let’s lay down there on the carpet. It’ll be warmer.”
Holly took a breath and raised herself then quickly rolled onto her side. The dribbles started immediately so she slid off the side of the bed and to her delight spotted Neil’s towel on the floor. She grabbed it and wiped her pussy, then spread it out by the fire and lay down in the warmth. Neil squatted by the fire, adding lumps of coal and poking it so that flames soon reappeared. Holly cheered and clapped as the warmth slowly increased. It was borderline cold for her, a few more degrees lower and she would need to get into bed. She wondered how Jessica was doing in the absence of a fire to keep her room warm. He shuffled over and put his arm around her which she gratefully accepted. He was warm for some reason and they cuddled in silence for many minutes while watching the flames. B
ut Holly wanted closure to the evening and looked up at him before kissing his cheek. He smiled but continued watching the flames. She waited half a minute and shifted her legs, opening them wide to the fire to help the skin dry and also exposing herself to his eyes if he looked down. She touched his leg and kissed his cheek again. His arm pulled her tighter to him and he guided her mouth to his. She found his cock, semi-erect and slightly sticky. She touched it gently as their kiss developed.
“You’re an amazing woman, Holly Craig!” he said as his fingers slid over her navel and gently between her legs. “Oh!”
“What?”
“You, you know, you shaved!”
“Yeah, I prefer it like that.”
“She… Shelly did too.”
“Oh Neil, now I know this was meant to be somehow,” she said quietly. His cock was almost fully erect and he broke the kiss and pushed her to the floor. The fire radiated heat over her body and she bathed in his attention, his fingers on her thighs and then the tongue on her pussy. “Oh yeah, yeah.”
“Oh, taste so good.”
He licked her gently, calmly, bringing her back to a state of arousal and expectation. The bubbling was there, the tiny tremors rippling around. He slid up to her mouth and kissed her. She gasped as her taste filled her mouth, delivered by the man who was about to fill her again. She opened her legs, checking that she wasn’t going to get burned and groaned even as he rested his thighs against the back of her legs, lining himself up. She reached down to him, taking his cock in her hand and positioning it but he pulled away. She gasped, whined at the loss but he just moved her hand up to her breast and shuffled forward. She moaned again as the tip of his cock parted the little inner lips of her pussy, her frustration mounting as he sawed back and forth, denying her however many inches remained unclaimed.
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