The tension was killing him, but he forced himself to keep moving slowly. He gripped the waistband and tugged gently. It was obvious he couldn't do this without her assistance, and he almost gasped as he saw her belly muscles ripple and her hips came up off the floor. He tugged at the jeans like they were a too tight pair of gloves, pulling first here and then there, until they slid over the crown of her hips and suddenly were free. He scooted back and pulled impatiently until the jeans got caught on the baby leopard slippers.
She giggled as he let out a small frustrated sigh and removed the slippers. On impulse, he sucked the big toe of her left foot into his mouth, like it was a huge nipple.
She squealed and jerked, sitting up. But all she did was pull the shirt over her head and lie back down. When he got her jeans off, she was lying there in only the black panties. He could see now that there were three hearts on the front. They were bikini style, with thin straps that had lain under the hip-hugging waistband of her jeans before he'd taken them off. He licked his lips, staring at the expanse of skin exposed on her flanks.
When he looked back up at her face, it was just as before. She was just watching him, her eyes glittering now. He crawled forward again, feeling faintly foolish on his hands and knees, until he could sit back again, freeing his hands. They reached for those thin straps and tugged gently at them.
She did not raise her butt off the floor this time.
Somehow he knew he was expected to be more forceful. Sliding his right hand under her, he grappled for the back of the panties and pulled them down, while her whole weight lay on his hand. He pinched, and she made a sound in her throat and finally lifted. He looked at the front panel of the panties, which had slipped down to where hair should have been exposed ... if there had been any hair there.
He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he reached one last time. Mustering control over his excited body, he tugged, as before, slowly uncovering the prize, until the tip of the split between her labia came into view. He stopped there and brushed one thumb across the top of the groove.
She tensed all over.
He pulled the panties down a little further, exposing more of her cleft. Her lips were full, but tightly closed, with her legs together.
She wiggled her legs under his butt ... just a little. He rose and her knees rose with him. He had the panties off of her in seconds, half squatting on one knee. He stood up, just staring.
She pulled her knees up and then, as slowly as he'd removed her clothing, let them drift apart ... wider and wider ... so slowly that it seemed he was in a dream, until her knees fell the last three inches to hit the floor with a soft sound, leaving her fully exposed. Her labia weren't closed anymore, but had pulled apart only a little, exposing a dark promise of sweet offering inside. Her hands came up from where they'd lain the entire time and she cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
The sound that came from her throat affected him like an electric shock. He lost two buttons on his shirt, getting it off. As slowly as he had stripped her, now he couldn't move fast enough. He almost fell over as he hopped first on one foot, then on the other, trying to get his pants off. He stood, in socks and shorts, panting slightly, his shoulders hunched. He didn't know it, but to Lulu he looked remarkably like a cave man, his hulking body standing over her.
She sat up suddenly and he almost moaned at the loss of the sight of the prize. She said nothing, but rose gracefully into a posture that put both her knees to one side of her, allowing her to lean close to his shorts. Her fingers came up to the waistband. When he felt her fingertips touch his skin his stomach sucked in of its own accord, while his lungs inflated to maximum capacity.
She copied him, pulling down so slowly he thought he'd scream. His penis was already lying against his abdomen, having sought that position as it hardened. He looked down as she uncovered the tip. He was so hard that his foreskin had already pulled back, exposing a circle of darker, smoother flesh about an inch in diameter. As she dragged the shorts along the shaft, the foreskin slipped lower. His manhood began to lean toward her as the shorts got lower, like a flower facing the sun. It was only two inches from her lips when she pulled his shorts off his balls and reached around to pull the back down. She shoved the cloth down then and, without warning, grasped him in her right hand.
"Jessica said you had a nice one," she whispered. It was the only thing either of them had said for fifteen minutes.
Then she took him in her mouth.
Chapter Twenty
As slowly as things had progressed to that point, once she touched him in an overtly sexual way, things just kind of went wild. Kris didn't know what to do first. He wanted to stand there like this forever, letting her do what she was doing. His mind reminded him that he could be returning the favor, which was something he was very motivated to do.
He communicated what he wanted through his touch, and she pulled him down to the rug, and onto his back. She threw a leg over him, and seconds later they were both submerged in ecstasy.
Cold air suddenly enveloped his manhood, and she rolled as if blown over by the winds of passion, landing in the classic position of invitation, open and reaching for him.
He didn't need any encouragement, and rolled on top of her. What had been haste slowed dramatically, though, as he began proceeding at a more slow and measured pace.
Both groaned in satisfaction as they became one.
"Ohhhh yes," she whispered.
It felt so good to be in her that he simply left himself there, buried, and ground against her, trying to push even deeper. Her hands helped him, her nails digging deep into the flesh of his buttocks.
It was slow like that for maybe a minute and then, like magic, both were frantic. He knew within another minute that he couldn't keep this up. He was burning energy at a prodigious rate, all thought of gentleness gone. She dragged in a deep breath, the air rasping in her throat, and her hips quivered somehow as her throat began letting that air out in a whine that got higher and higher. He knew suddenly that she was there. With a groan of relief, he let his own climax wash over him, trying to keep moving for her sake.
Her whine evolved into a high pitched groan that sounded like he was killing her, but he knew it was a good sound. As she reached the pinnacle of her groan and it transformed into gasping grunts that went in time with her hips, his own release jolted through his body. He didn't have to do a thing. She was doing all the work now, even though she was pinned beneath him.
He couldn't remember having an orgasm in a woman either, but in the seconds it took for his body to explain what that was like, he knew it had never been like this with another woman. This couldn't possibly be forgotten, no matter what the trauma. This was a thing he felt deep in his soul. He understood perfectly the concept of the flesh of two, becoming one.
He realized he was crying, gasping and sobbing at the same time with the joy he was feeling. Her hands left his buttocks and came to capture his face, pulling. As the final spurts of his essence left his body to enter hers and her hips jerked less frequently, their kiss was a sloppy, panting thing, more of a rubbing of lips over each other's faces as they gasped for air. It was almost more intimate than what they'd just done, as if they were trying to give each other part of their lips, exchanging skin as they merged into one being.
* * *
Kris woke as the sun streamed through the window. He stretched, and while enjoying that, the memory of the previous night flooded his mind. He sat up, as if there were overstressed springs in his abdomen.
He was naked ... and he was alone. He got up and found that his clothes had been picked up and draped over the back of a chair.
Getting dressed, he ventured out to find Lou Anne. He didn't know what it meant that he'd awakened alone.
He found her in the kitchen, sitting and listening as Ambrose read to her from a storybook and tried to eat breakfast at the same time. She looked up at him as he stuck his head hesitantly in the doorway, blew him a quick kis
s and then turned back to her son. He felt a wave of relief and was astonished at how important that quick little kiss had been to him.
Ambrose looked up too. "Hi Kris!" he said brightly. "You must have been really tired. You fell asleep at our house."
"He was very tired," said Lou Anne. "I had to put him to bed just like I have to put you to bed sometimes."
Ambrose looked amazed. "You carried him?"
Lou Anne laughed and that sound was delightful to his ears. He couldn't remember the last time a woman's laugh had made him feel so complete.
"No, silly," she said. "But I had to make him go to sleep. He didn't want to, just like you don't want to go to sleep sometimes."
"Did you read him a story?" asked the little boy.
"Something like that," said Lou Anne, rising. "You keep reading while I get poor tired Kris something to eat, okay?"
"Okay!" said the boy. He turned to Kris again. "You want to listen too?"
"I'd like nothing better," said Kris, sitting down.
* * *
Lou Anne clocked in and put on her apron. She saw that Jessica was already seated. She often came in before her hospital shift, for what was, to her, breakfast. She went to Jessica's table first, with a fresh pot of coffee. Jessica watched her approach.
"What happened?" she asked, her eyebrows rising.
"What do you mean?" asked the waitress.
"You look different."
"I do?" Lou Anne looked down at her uniform, craning to look behind her.
"You look more relaxed or something," said Jess.
"Good day off, I guess," said Lou Anne, pouring a little fresh coffee into Jessica's cup.
"No, it's more than that. Come on ... what happened?"
"Why do you insist something happened?" asked Lou Anne. "I had a day off. I spent some time with Ambrose. It was wonderful."
"Hey Lulu!" called out Hank. "Kris was in here earlier. He said to tell you he's all motivated to write and he won't be in after work because he's going home to keep writing."
"Okay," said Lou Anne, her voice light.
Jessica watched, though, as Lou Anne just stopped moving and her eyes took on that appearance that tells people one's mind is far, far away.
In fact, Hank's mention of Kris had brought back a flood of images and memories into Lou Anne's mind. Kris had spent the whole day with Ambrose and her. He had acted like nothing had happened and it had driven her almost crazy. After Ambrose had read three stories, Kris had played catch with him in the living room, using a rolled up pair of socks. No one had ever done that before and Ambrose got frustrated that his hands didn't seem to work well at catching the "ball." Kris told him he just needed practice and kept tossing the improvised ball back and forth, until Ambrose quite suddenly figured it out and started catching it more often than it thumped off of his chest.
Then they had all gone outside to build a snowman, which hadn't worked out well, because the snow was too wet. The thermometer was hovering around thirty-nine degrees, and the first ball they made was so heavy that they had to leave it down by the street, instead of by the front porch where Ambrose wanted it. Kris made a big show of straining to lift the second ball on top of the first and fell on his back in the snow, groaning and panting after it was in place. He'd claimed he was too tired to keep going. Lou Anne had said he was worthless and helped Ambrose put the head on. The resulting snowman was misshapen and squat looking, leaning to one side.
The inevitable snowball fight had begun, when Kris said, "That's what your mommy is going to look like when she's old and gray."
That led to a retreat inside, as all of them were damp, and the preparation of hot chocolate. During that process, while Ambrose was drawing a picture of the snow "woman" they had just built, Kris walked by Lou Anne and ran his hand over her butt. It was the first thing he'd done that suggested he remembered the passion of the night before and it sent streaks of horny pleasure through the young mother.
"Nice ass," he said softly and left the room before she could respond.
It had gone on like that all day. He simply touched her ... sometimes on the elbow, or the back, and three more times his hand smoothed across her butt. Once, he leaned over and breathed on her neck, but that was all.
She'd put Ambrose down for a nap and her mind had whirled at the speed with which things happened.
Kris had simply picked her up over his shoulder and taken her to her bedroom, while she "resisted" by grabbing for HIS butt and slapping at it. When he'd dumped her on the bed and immediately crushed her under him, preventing her from saying anything with repeated kisses, all doubts in her mind had fled like smoke before the wind.
They were naked within minutes and coupling seconds after the last of their clothing fell to the floor.
This time, there was a surreal familiarity to their actions, as if they'd done this dozens of times instead of just once before. No words were needed to communicate the yearning each had for the other. They had spent the whole hour and a half making frantic love, before she pushed him away to get dressed and wake her son.
The afternoon had been much the same. He touched her, apologizing, saying, "Sorry ... I can't seem to keep my hands off you." Her smoky looks had told him how foolish he was for suggesting he should be able to control himself.
When Ambrose was "down for the night" and her own "bedtime" came, he took her in his arms and she moaned.
"I have to get some sleep," she whined. "But I don't want to."
"I know," he'd said. "Me too. We both have to go to work tonight."
"You have to leave," she'd moaned.
"I know," he'd said.
An hour later he'd left her limp and satisfied, his warmth soaking into her as she'd complained that he was leaving her alone.
* * *
"Lulu?"
Lou Anne blinked and looked down to see Jessica staring at her. She realized she was rubbing her legs together, remembering the wet feel when she'd gotten up. She'd overslept and hadn't had time to take a shower before work. She imagined she could still feel his slick spend between her thighs.
"You got laid!" said Jessica, her voice hushed and loud at the same time. Jess grinned. "That's it! You got laid!"
"Shut up!" growled Lou Anne. "They can hear you across the street!" She looked around. There were three other customers in the diner. None of them were looking at her. She peered at them, trying to figure out if they had heard Jess' exclamation. One was reading a paper, one was eating, and the other was staring out the window.
"Not fair!" said Jessica, folding her arms across her chest.
"Oh bullshit," said Lou Anne. "And who says I got laid?" she asked very softly. "You're imagining things."
"Oh, you got laid, all right," said Jessica, sounding grumpy. "It's obvious. And here I am, lonely and horny, with no prospects." She brightened. "Who was it? Come on, give! I'm your best friend."
"I'm not telling you anything until you quiet down!" snorted Lou Anne.
"Who was it?" whispered Jessica, so softly Lou Anne almost didn't hear her. She had leaned forward, but now sat bolt upright. "It was Kris!" she gasped.
"Would you please shut up?" moaned Lou Anne. "You want the whole world to know?"
"Wow," said Jessica softly. "I didn't see that one coming." She leaned back. "Sit down. I want to hear all about it!"
"I'm not going to give you the play by play, you horrible, nasty woman!" said Lou Anne.
"Oh yes you are!" snapped Jessica. "You owe me!"
"I don't owe you anything," laughed Lou Anne.
"What is it you don't owe her?" came a male voice. Both women jumped and looked to see Mitch Connel standing behind Lulu. Her body had hidden his arrival from Jessica's view.
Jessica looked triumphant. "Lulu got ... awp! Damn, Lulu! That hurts!" She looked down at the large brown stain on her nurse's uniform, from coffee that had hit her plate and splashed all over her front.
"I'm so sorry!" cooed Lulu. "Let me just get something to wip
e that up. Mitch, let me get you a table that's clean. How 'bout that one over in the corner, over there? Good? Fine, follow me."
It might have worked, if it hadn't been about something so deliciously tantalizing to Jessica. But even though she'd now been on the receiving end of one of Lulu's "messages," she knew she had the upper hand, if she played her cards right. She followed Lulu, who was pushing a puzzled Mitch toward a table in the far corner, and simply sat down across from him.
"You can bring me a new plate, since you ruined mine," she said archly. "I'll just keep Mitch here company while you do that."
Lou Anne was still holding the pot of coffee and looked at it.
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