by Liam Ward
“Me too. I can take care of you at my house,” Mary said and smirked.
I had no doubt about that.
Mary felt around under the blanket and found the side of my hospital gown. She pulled the gown up until my dick was out. She started to stroke me and kissed me.
I straightened my legs and cracked my toes. My eyes felt like they were going to roll into the back of my head.
Mary broke away from our kiss and began to nibble on my ear which sent tremors throughout my body.
“Are you dizzy still?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“Do you want to stand up?”
“Absolutely.”
Mary let go of me and I slid out of bed. My dick still poked out of my light blue gown.
On the nightstand, Mary produced a condom from her purse, and after thinking about it, pulled the curtain out further to obscure the view of the doorway. She stood between me and the bed and began to massage me again. I reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt, but she swatted my hand away and dropped to her knees. Her eyes looked deviously up at me. What had I done to deserve this?
I gripped her ponytail with one hand and her shoulder with the other. Mary knew how to make me feel unbelievable. My knees felt as if they’d give way and I’d fall forward onto her.
At last, Mary stood up and kissed me. She slid over and craned her neck to look around the curtain at the room’s door before she returned to open the condom and put it on me.
It had been a surreal twenty four hours.
Mary turned around and wiggled her yoga pants and purple underwear down. She had a big shapely ass that sat atop thick thighs. I ran my hands up and down both legs and ass cheeks. Mary bent over the bed and presented me with her beautiful pussy. She backed up a little and grabbed my dick to guide me into her.
She moved back and forth, backing up further into me with each stroke. Her ass had a mind of its own. I fell in sync with her motion and basked in the rhythmic slapping sound of my body against hers. With each thrust, ripples went through her flesh. I reached my arms around and felt the beautiful body under her sweatshirt. Mary turned her head and I struggled to kiss her while she threw her ass back into me.
Closer now, I picked up steam and tightened my grip on her waist.
“Please keep going, please keep…” Mary whispered her hushed demand. I felt her throw her ass back into me harder. The hospital bed’s plastic railing creaked as she squeezed it.
Shudders went throughout Mary’s body. I felt her collapse onto the bed’s railing and her legs shook. I still had my arms around her and I held her tight.
Again, I was scared that I had done something wrong. “Are you alright?” I asked.
Mary lifted herself off the bed’s railing and turned towards me. Her laughter came out in shudders. “You’re cute. Get in bed and I’ll finish you.”
I didn’t know how Mary intended to ‘finish’ me, but I was going to let it happen.
Epilogue - Mary
Snow blankets my vision and accumulates on the road. My little car’s bottom doesn’t sit above the road very high and I’m scared that the snow might be getting too deep for it. Getting stuck this far out into the country means that you’d likely be here awhile until the tow truck arrived. Thankfully, I’m most of the way down Wayne’s road. Hopefully I can make it down his long driveway — last time I visited, I was halfway down his driveway when my tires started to spin and Wayne had to throw down kitty litter for me to drive on.
My next vehicle must have four wheel drive and sit up high off the ground.
Damn, winter kinda sucks.
The second round of a big blizzard is expected to hit tonight; maybe I’ll be forced to spend the night at Wayne’s house. That’d be a first. I don’t think Wayne’s parents would allow it. But he spends plenty of nights at my home now.
Nearly every weeknight, on my way home from work, I stop by Wayne’s house and have dinner with his family. They’re quite pleasant, the conversations flow with ease, and Christine is one hell of a cook. Hannes is quite a character; on Friday nights, he pours the adults at the table hefty glasses of wine, always giving Wayne the largest glass with a slap on the back. Wayne reminds me so much of his father. They’re both great men.
I think Christine appreciates having a woman near her age to talk to. Her and I have gone out to lunch and we had a good time. I think she feels sorry for me living by myself because she always asks if it gets lonely at my house. It does get lonely and it’s nice to know that she cares about my feelings. However, with Wayne in my life, my days have been much less lonely. Sometimes, I still feel awkward about being in a relationship with a much younger man, but that feeling is waning. Wayne-ing.
He tries not to laugh at my puns.
Tonight, we’re having homemade pizza. Sauce, cheese, sausage, veggies: all from the farm’s bounty. I’ve become spoiled by their rich raw ingredients — the food just turns out better.
After dinner we clean up and I help Wayne with his evening chores: feeding animals, shutting barns, and sneaking into the hayloft for quick sex. Now, bitter cold prevents us from staying in the hayloft too long, but we’ve learned how to take advantage of our time there. Wayne usually only comes over on the weekends, so we find intimate time wherever possible.
The snow is starting to fall heavier, darkening the day to an early night. An oppressive feeling; months with little to no sun; the sound of flakes gathering. On the radio, they’re talking about the schools running out of snow days.
Wayne’s driveway is visible in the distance. They’ll have a fire crackling in the fireplace. Hannes will be smoking his pipe and Wayne’s sisters will be doing their schoolwork. Wayne and I will sit next to the fire until dinner. I’ll be warm and content in Wayne’s arms.
We’re in love, spending a lot of time together and thinking about our future.
Wayne has been mulling over attending college for veterinary medicine, which would require a lot of time, money, and a relocation. However, he seems to be leaning towards remaining on the family farm. Being his father’s only son, he is needed here. His parents have expressed that they would like him to take over the farm and have given him a plot of land to build a home on. The twenty acre plot of land is near the back of the property. One half of the land is forested while the other is a pasture that has a stream running through it.
I would like to sell my house and build a new home with Wayne. I’m close to paying off my house, so I’d get a good chunk of walk-away cash from the sale. Then, Wayne and I could design our own paradise. Walk in pantry. Heated floors. Four bedrooms at least. Why worry about renovating my outdated house when I could just build a new one that meets my needs. Plus, my commute would be shorter.
But Wayne will have to ask me to marry him first. I’ve never fished for it, but I can feel that a proposal is almost certainly coming this year.
The past few months have flown by and a new year has dawned. I’m loving my job as a designer, even though I’ve spent more than a few nights pulling my hair out, scared that I’ve gotten myself in too deep. The interview process was rather long and nerve-racking. I had also watched them bring in a few external candidates to interview. I didn’t think that I had the experience that they were looking for, but much to my surprise, they offered me the job, which came with a hearty pay raise. They said that they liked my knowledge of our customers and my history of design work.
Now I make more than enough money to support Wayne and I, should I need to. I mentioned this to Wayne and he laughed. “When you live and work on a farm, you’re always a stay at home dad. I will enjoy your insurance though,” he said.
I am thankful that Revolution Seating has a liberal maternity leave policy. I’ll retain all my benefits and will be able to relax for a few months when the baby comes.
I know what night it was. A bitter cold evening near the beginning of December, shortly after the first snowfall. Wayne and I had taken the buggy out for a tour and stopped at
a local dam. He didn’t have any condoms on him, but we messed around anyway. The risk excited me and his bare skin felt amazing inside of me. It felt too good and I was a little slow getting off Wayne’s lap. We both knew then and accepted the idea that we might be bound together by child. When I knew for certain and told him, Wayne’s face beamed with pride.
It has taken us more than a few weeks to work up the courage to tell Wayne’s parents. I know that they will have preferred us to be married before the baby came. They’ll want to know if Wayne is moving in with me; he said that he intended to do so, at least until we began construction on our new home.
Tonight, we’re going to tell Wayne’s parents. They’ll be happy for us. Probably nervous too.
I’m pulling into Wayne’s driveway. It’s tracks are evenly coated with undisturbed snow. One of the barn cats is following the fence line towards the farm’s largest barn, trudging through snow that stands above its back. My car creeps up the driveway, its tires maintaining traction.
I park near the house and take a deep breath. After opening the door of my car and stepping out, I already miss the car’s warmth. Taking care not to get snow down the sides of my shoes, I high step across the lawn to the shoveled walkway and stamp my feet to shake the snow loose.
Halfway up the steps, Wayne opens the door and smiles out at me. “Hey cutie,” he says. He always greets me at the door and his excitement to see me hasn’t faded.
We meet on the porch and he scoops me up in his arms. He has a plain white t-shirt on.
“How are you out here in a t-shirt?” I ask him.
“I’ve got you baby and you’re hot enough to melt the ice caps,” he says, squeezing me tight. He sets me down. Our lips meet and he runs his fingers through my hair.
“Pizza just went in the oven,” he says.
“Are you sure you’re ready to tell them about our little pizza?” I ask him.
Wayne chuckles. “Yea, I’ll let everyone get a couple of slices in ‘em before I bring it up. I know they’ll be happy. My mom has already been joking about wanting grandchildren. They’ll ask if we are going to get married,” he says.
“And what’ll you say?” I ask.
Wayne hugs me tight. “Of course.”
“I want to have this baby and lose the weight first though. I’ve got to look good in my dress for you,” I say.
“Oh please, you’re gorgeous. At nine months, you’d be carrying a beachball covered in white lace down the aisle and you’d be the envy of the world.”
“Watch it mister,” I say and poke Wayne’s side.
“All in good time. I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
“Let’s get inside,” Wayne says.