Now it was his time to sway in her hands, Charlotte allowed herself a small smile of triumph.
Frank let the water wash the soap off her breasts until there was none left. As the water formed droplets on her stiff nipples he licked them, lapping it off her like a dog.
Charlotte struggled to keep her head clear and to continue with stimulating him with her fingers. His hips moved and he thrust in and out of her hands, imitating the rhythm of their earlier lovemaking. He slid two fingers inside her sex and let her experience that rhythm too.
It felt so good, the warmth of the water caressing her body everywhere, his fingers and mouth taking care of the most important parts. He pushed deep inside her, spreading her sex while his thumb moved to rub her clit.
They edged closer to climax, taking their time with each other, exploring the different ways there were of touching a caressing the other's body. When Charlotte peaked the throbbing of her sex around his fingers transferred to her hands. She became rougher, and he experienced the rhythm of her body, of her orgasm. It sent him over the edge, his seed spurting out of his cock, filling her hands before being washed away by the water.
He leaned forward, thrusting harder into her hands, his fingers pushing deep into her throbbing sex. His mouth was open in a silent groan, and his free hand went around her waist and pulled her close to him. Their bodies crowded together in the small shower, wet flesh against wet flesh. Sliding and slipping, making the contact sensuous and exciting.
Her whole experience of sex with Frank had been so satisfying; he was a generous lover, taking his time to make her climax. Until now she had only known men who would take. She blocked those thoughts out of her mind, not wanting it to spoil this moment.
The moment might be over, but Frank had not finished with her. They soaped each other from head to toe, and then he washed her hair, the feel of those long strong fingers massaging her scalp sent new tremors through her body. When they were both thoroughly clean they left the shower and dried each other with soft towels, Frank taking more time than was needed to rub her dry between her legs.
The feel of the towel against her sex and clit was exquisite, just hard enough to make her ache for him again. That was the idea, as she soon found out.
Satisfied she was dry enough he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her out on it with her legs spread, without further foreplay he reached for the pack of condoms he had brought up with him, and put one on, before pushing straight into her. She was wet and ready for him after his efforts with the towel; he slid in easily, going as deep as he could in one fluid movement.
Her back arched and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her. For a while they lay kissing each other, lips pressed together and tongues entwined, his cock buried deep inside her, stretching her gently. Her muscles strained against him, releasing him begrudgingly when he started to move.
Taking her slowly, he took his time to savour every moment of their joining. He watched her face, kissing her neck and cheeks, breathing in the scent of her clean skin. Charlotte felt tears prick her eyes; she had never felt so wanted, so beautiful, as she did in this moment. Burying her face into his hard, toned chest she hid from him, not wanting him to see her tears. She did not want him to stop what he was doing to her.
Her tears passed as he rode her to the peak of pleasure. His thrusts became harder and she bit his chest lightly to stop herself from crying out. Spurred on by her reaction he pushed harder and stronger, forcing her to lose control. When she did it was explosive, the slow way he had made her arousal build suddenly became a pent of monster that had to be released.
She cried out, he held her head in his strong hands and kissed her face and her lips, until he joined her in release, his cries mingling with hers. He kept plunging into her, burying himself so deep she wondered if he would hurt her, but she knew instinctively Frank would never intentionally hurt her, he was not like Roger, and she hoped he would never find out exactly how cruel his best friend had been to her.
Chapter Four
They lay quietly together, until her stomach growled.
“Haven't you eaten?” he asked
“Not since this morning, I skipped lunch, something else was on the table,” she giggled. “And then I didn’t have time to eat at work.”
“Is that pizza restaurant still open in town?”
“Yes.” It had been there for as long as anyone could remember, one of the few places that had not changed at all.
He was quickly up off the bed pulling her up with him. “Come on, let’s go eat. My treat.” He added when he saw her face.
“No, I’ll pay my half,” she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed to get dressed.
“No, you won’t.” He knelt down on the bed beside her and kissed her gently. “Please let me buy you dinner, I know it’s not fancy, but it will be a dose of nostalgia for me.”
She sighed, and then smiled, replying. “OK, if you insist.”
“I do,” he laughed and kissed her lightly before going to retrieve his clothes from the bathroom.
In no time at all they were dressed and out of the door, heading towards the centre of town. Charlotte thought the restaurant closed at eleven so they would have to hurry because it was gone nine o'clock already and they had a fifteen minute walk to get there.
The night was warm with scents from the gardens they passed wafting on the air. They were more relaxed in each other's company now, Frank talked about what he remembered, and Charlotte filled him in on what had changed.
When you live in a small town you don’t notice the changes so much, they creep up on you, but seeing things through Frank's memories she had to admit a lot had changed, and not all for the better. Charlotte realised how dissatisfied she was with her life. Perhaps that was what she needed, a fresh start, away from all this.
It would be so much better to move to a new town, where nobody knew her past, or about her dead husband. She would not have to accept the condolences offered to her, people talking about Roger as though she had suffered a huge loss. She had begun to feel as though she was living a lie, the man the town folks thought she had lost had never existed, her Roger had been a drunken wife beater, and worse.
Trying to push thoughts of Roger from her head she smiled at Frank, the best thing would be to enjoy the here and now, when Frank left she could start to consider her options. Maybe if she got a job in one of the bigger towns she could go back to school and train for a new career. A whole fresh start.
“What's on your mind?” Frank asked.
“Nothing much, just thinking how tired I am of this place.”
“You've lived here your whole life.”
“I know, but it doesn’t mean I have to stay here for the rest of my life.”
He chuckled, “I thought that's what you wanted.”
“Yes, when I was a teenager, and thought I was in love, but people change. You have.”
“I know, I couldn’t wait to leave here, and now I know I made the right decision, I wish I had come back sooner though.” He gave her a look that she wanted to interpret as him meaning he wished he had come back for her, but she couldn’t allow herself to do that.
They had arrived at the pizza restaurant, Frank opened the door for her to walk in, and she smiled at him, happy to be in his company. Then as she turned to look inside she saw Robert Halshaw, and froze.
Frank stood behind her, waiting for her to move forward, but her legs wouldn’t work.
“Everything OK, Charlotte?” he said behind her.
“Can we just go?” she was about to turn around when Robert looked up.
He was sat with his usual gang of loud mouthed mates, some of whom she had gone to school with and would also know Frank. This was the group Roger had sometimes hung with when he was on a real bender. A couple of them already looked a bit worse for wear, considering the time they must have started early.
“Well, if it’s not the sexy widow Charlotte,” Rob said, lo
oking her up and down and then eyeing up Frank behind her, who had stiffened as though sensing danger. “You're out of mourning I see, and dating again. Perhaps me and a couple of Roger's old friends here should come and keep you company one evening, there sure is plenty of you to go round.”
Charlotte began to tremble, she turned, pushing past Frank and running down the street. She felt sick; her heart was beating so rapidly she thought it would burst. It wasn’t until she reached the dim street which ran along the edge of town that she stopped.
She was alone; Frank had not followed her, good. She wanted to get home and lock all the windows and doors, and hide. Seeing Rob bought back all the horror of her marriage to Roger, it made her remember how much she had learned to hate men. She was better off on her own.
Starting to walk home, she took deep breaths to try to let the nausea pass. But as it wore off she began to hurt in a different way, Frank had abandoned her, he obviously knew some of the guys sat with Rob and had stopped to catch up on old times. She had been so stupid to think he was different.
Charlotte began to sob, she concentrated in putting one foot in front of the other, her goal was to get home and cry herself into a mind numbing sleep. She was so wrapped up in her sorrow she didn’t hear the approaching footsteps until they were almost upon her.
With no thought as to whose they were she began to run, she wanted to get away, thinking Rob or one of the others were really coming after her. A hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her back.
She turned to lash out at her captor, and then heard Frank's gentle voice. “Hey, honey, it’s me, calm down.”
She sobbed with fear and relief, burying her face into his chest. She smelt sweat and blood on him, he had been fighting. Her eyes flew up to his face, his hair was dishevelled but he didn’t seem injured. Pulling back she surveyed the rest of him.
There was blood on his shirt and his hand looked bruised, but the light was too dim to see clearly. “What happened?” she asked.
“I made a point of telling them not to insult you or do anything else that might upset you, and that if they came within shouting distance of your house I would hurt them, severely. Unfortunately Rob got up to argue the point, and I had to help him back to his seat.”
Charlotte looked appalled, “You hit him? You shouldn't have done that, what if they report you to the police?”
“Not going to happen, he went for me first,” he said, trying to calm her down.
“You should go, I’m bad luck, you deserve so much better.”
“That’s for me to decide. Now let’s get you home; I’ll make you something to eat there.”
“No, I’ll walk myself home,” she turned and started to walk away from him.
“I’m not letting you do that,” he said.
Another sob escaped her; he placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him, holding her tight. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
“Please let me go,” she begged, not wanting him to see her like this.
“I want to make sure you’re safe, once you’re home if you want me to leave, then I will. But I don’t see what's changed; surely Rob's teasing hasn't affected us?”
“You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
Charlotte stopped walking and turned to look at him. “If I do then you'll walk away from me right now, and never want to see me again.”
“I promise, that isn't going to happen,” Frank said, watching the indecision on her face. “Come on, tell me. Did you sleep with someone else? Rob?”
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the images that flashed in her head. “Please, Frank, let it go.”
“From what you’ve said Roger wasn’t exactly a great husband, I wouldn’t blame you for looking elsewhere for love.”
“It’s worse than that,” she said, her voice deathly quiet.
He wrapped her in his strong arms and pulled her close. “Whatever it is, I’ll understand, I’ve made enough mistakes in my life, nobody's perfect.”
“Roger got drunk and went gambling, and he ended up owing Rob a chunk of money.” She halted, sobbing again now, then continued. “They were both drunk when they came back to the house.”
“Oh, Charlotte, what did he do?” Frank began to understand why Charlotte didn’t want to speak of it, he also understood that if they had any future together she would have to tell him or the guilt and shame would eat her up inside.
Her voice so quiet he could barely hear her, she continued. “They made a deal, Rob would cancel the debt if Roger let him...” there she faltered and couldn’t carry on.
“Roger forced you to have sex with Rob?” he said, struggling to say the words.
She broke away from him and ran off; he followed, catching up with her quickly.
“Listen, Charlotte, that was not your fault. You had no choice.” His voice was filled with anger, not directed towards her, but to the two men who had hurt her, and more specifically the man who had betrayed her so completely. Her husband who had sworn to honour and protect her.
“Maybe I didn’t fight him off enough, maybe I’m just easy, I mean look at me, you walk back into my life and I let you into my bed just like that.”
“You're been unfair, today you had a choice, that night you didn’t. Look at me, Charlotte.” She turned to face him but couldn’t look into his eyes. Very gently he lifted her chin so she had to. “I have had feelings for you since I don’t know when; I believe I’m right in thinking you feel the same way?”
She nodded once.
“And that night, when I kissed you, you said no and stayed faithful to Roger?”
She nodded again.
“And today those feelings resurfaced, when I came to your house?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Surely you can see that what Roger made you do was not you’re fault. If you want to go to the police, I’ll come with you, and support you.”
“No! I want to forget all about it, I couldn’t bear what people would say about me.”
“Will you ever forget about it while you live here, in this town? The same town where Rob gets drunk with his mates?”
She considered what he was saying, and realised he was right, she would move away, get a fresh start. “I’ll leave, find somewhere else to live.”
He took a deep shuddering breath, and then spoke, “Come away with me, Charlotte. Let me make up for the time we've lost, I should have come back sooner, I’m sorry.”
“Come away where? You're in the army.”
“I’ll find somewhere for us to live off base.”
“You'd do that?”
“Yes,” he said moving closer to her again. He pulled her close, holding her against him.
“You hardly know me.”
“I knew the first time we kissed that I wanted you, those feelings never went away. I only wish you had written to me, and told me what life with Roger was like. I would have come for you then, but it’s not too late.” He took a deep breath and said confidently. “Let’s give it a shot; it’s got to be better than staying here.”
She lifted her face to him and he leaned forward and kissed her. Pulling back he smiled, “Do you see where we are?” She looked up and realised they were standing in almost the same spot as they had been when he kissed her five years ago. It seemed like an omen. “Don’t make me leave you here again.”
Kissing him she tried to think of any good reason there might be for turning him down, she couldn’t think of one. Pulling away from him she led him by the hand, and they went off the road and further into the trees.
When she reached an ancient oak tree with a thick trunk, she told him to sit down. He did as she asked, her hands went to his pants and she undid them, his cock sprang out, thick and erect.
She lifted her skirt and slowly lowered herself down onto him, holding his cock with one hand and pushing her panties aside with the other. The head pushed against her, and then he was inside
her, his hands holding her hips to support her and keep her steady. Sinking down further she felt him fill her with his thick long cock, this was the first time she had ever tried this position, and she found she liked it. She was in control.
Frank groaned as she took him inside her completely, he put his hand around her neck and pulled her head towards him. He kissed her neck, and throat, nipping her breasts through the thin cotton of her shirt.
His fingers found the buttons and he began to undo them, at first Charlotte didn’t like the idea of being naked in public, but the feeling soon passed when his mouth closed over her naked flesh. He had pushed her bra cup down, and she put her head back and thrust her breasts forward for him to touch as he pleased.
When the sensations in her body connected she began to move on him. Raising herself up and down in his lap, she soon found a rhythm, and circled her hips to allow him to stretch her.
His mouth sucked harder on her nipple, drawing it tightly into his mouth, her hips bucked, making her thrusts harder, Frank enjoyed her intensity, and sucked her other breast into his mouth in the same way.
She whimpered to herself at his touch, lifting her body up to plunge back down onto him, again and again. Her hands gripped his shoulders, giving her some leverage to rise higher. Charlotte was so close to coming, her movements became more frantic, but she wasn’t quite there.
However Frank was, he was coming inside her, filling her with his seed, it crossed her mind she might get pregnant from this, but hoped Frank would stand by her if she did. That was all she had ever wanted, to find a good man and raise a family.
She still couldn’t climax, but then she felt his fingers brush her throbbing clit. Oh my! That did it.
Trembling and shaking she came, her sex throbbing and pulsing around his cock. Frank's orgasm strengthened as she moved up and down on him with her throbbing sex. He lifted his hips to push further into her. It was the most incredible experience, two people coupled together in an act of intense passion.
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