The American Princess - Best Love Story Ever

by Jennifer Tate

"Yeah. Great for men and dogs, but hell on women and horses."

  He ruffled her hair and nibbled her neck. "You don't have to worry about the horses, 'cause I don't own any."

  "Okay, Bad Brad, I'm exclusively yours for a month. I promise. Just please, please don't stop again!"

  A short time later he was taking her to places never imagined: not in her wildest fantasies, not in her fondest dreams. In her union with Brad, she soared through space and surfed the galaxy—no longer alone, she was one with creation.

  * * *

  And Betty-Jo brought Brad right along with her. She dominated his senses with her lips, her tongue, her taste, and her taut springiness. Her whimpering moans, and her animal cries, filled him with unimaginable delight, and told him that she would forever be his lover.

  She wrapped her legs around him, and kissed him passionately. Then, just before she stiffened and peaked, her writhing and bucking shook him—he was back on the amusement park roller coaster.

  Later, he held her in his arms, and stroked her while her erratic breathing steadied. "My God," he said with a grin, "if you'd peaked like that along the San Andreas Fault, millions would have died. I'm lucky to be alive."

  Between a flurry of touching, thanking kisses she said, "I know where we can put your socks," but the euphoria in her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes, could have been used to ice the cake she had already given him.

  "You know," Brad said, "I've imagined how wonderful you'd be in bed."

  "You have?"

  "But my imagination short changed you—bad imagination! It didn't appreciate that you'd be beyond delicious."

  "You think I'm beyond delicious?" She seemed to savor the melodic sound of the word.

  "Way beyond." He continued to kiss and caress her. "I feel like a kid who's just discovered that his birthday cake is also a money cake."

  "A money cake I can understand, but why do I feel so powerful, so alive? Why do I have such a fierce love for you?"

  "You know how to make a guy feel special!" Brad hugged his fiercely-in-love-with-him princess.

  "I can't believe what you did to me, and how much I love what you did to me." She rolled onto him and pinned him to the bed.

  "You're not alone, young princess. Holding you in my arms, making you wet, hearing you moan, and then watching and feeling you peak... It was beyond incredible. It was paradise. You were more fun than even God could have imagined when He was creating you."

  * * *

  How can I thank him enough? In the afterglow of loving, that belongs to a woman who has given herself fully, she floated in the warmth of Brad's embrace, and in the certainty of his love.

  "Very Bad Brad, you're the finest lover ever."

  "Your sample is rather limited. Remember, I'm your only lover ever."

  "But I know that you're the best. Don't ask me how I know. I just do. No one else could have given me what you gave me."

  He hugged her, and covered her face with soft little kisses. "And no one has come close to giving me what you gave me. Loving with you is a magical place, somewhere between ecstasy and heaven."

  "You know the month that I'm exclusively yours?"

  "I'm looking forward to it."

  She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "You blew it. You could have had me exclusively for three."

  "Foolish princess." His hand continued to wander over her as if it couldn't stand to be without her, not even for a second. "If you're mine for a month, you're mine forever."

  "Foolish Brad. If I'm yours for a moment, I'm yours forever...."

  In the shower, Brad soaped, washed, and rinsed Betty-Jo—then he soaped, washed, and rinsed her again. Soon she was the cleanest fairytale princess ever. "If cleanliness is next to godliness," she said, "I'm as close to being a goddess as I'm ever likely to get."

  "At Coastal Carolina, Chance meets Raiden. Soon after a coaster ride, one less maiden."

  "Cute," she said. Then she moved invitingly against him as the water cascaded between them. "In just one lesson you've convinced me that abstinence is idiotic. From now on I'm going to be the most promiscuous princess ever—but only with you."

  Later, in the bedroom, she knew she was in trouble when he said, "I want permission to do anything I want with you."

  "Anything?"

  "Anything. That way you won't have to worry about political correctness. You can relax, and enjoy the expression of our love, and the pursuit of our fantasies."

  "I suppose if I can't trust you, I have to ask myself why I'm sleeping with you?"

  "Maybe you heard about my Friday night special."

  "And that would be?"

  He grinned at her. "Buy one, get one free?"

  Betty-Jo laughed at him. "Do you know why I like you?"

  "No," he said.

  "It's because you make me laugh. And I know that I shouldn't tell you this, but if you can make me laugh, you can make me do anything else that your heart may desire."

  "Damn, that's good to know!"

  "Seriously, I don't know what I should or shouldn't be doing in bed with you. Is that why men like virgins? They get us before we know what we're doing, and then train us to be exactly what they want. And we novices go along with it because we don't know any better."

  It was Brad's turn to laugh. "Clever as well as beautiful," he said.

  "Maybe Beethoven was right. Maybe 'love demands all, and has a right to it.' I give up. Use me as you wish for your sinful purposes."

  "You and Ludwig are fantastic. Fantastic, but foolish. From now on, you're not to wear panties without my permission. I want to be able to play with you whenever I'm in the mood."

  "Kemo Sabe smoking loco weed again!"

  "Wasn't me who said, 'I give up. Use me as you wish for your sinful purposes.'"

  "You're the kind of guy who'd grouse about having to unwrap his birthday presents."

  "And you're the kind of gal who has to learn to put a positive spin on life's minor setbacks. On the plus side, you'll be the only woman on our block who doesn't fear panty raids." He was trying hard not to laugh.

  Losing ones panties is no laughing matter, she thought, but a smile escaped her. "Right," she said, "because I won't be wearing any!"

  Brad brought her to the verge once more.

  "No! Please don't stop. I'll only wear panties when you let me."

  "That's a pleasant thought," he said cheerily. "And now it's time to play follow the leader—you come, and I'll follow."

  Before long, her pleasure moans, and her animal cries, were swirling around them again. And then she was peaking...."'There's a porpoise right behind me, and he's treading [in] my [pussy],'" she said, as Brad also lost control.

  "B-J, you're a natural at this. Those were the easiest and best multiple moments I've ever created. Like the Energizer Bunny, you just kept coming, and coming, and..."

  She placed her hand over his mouth and frowned. "I couldn't believe it either. Each time you've taken me away, has been more intense, more out of control, than the time before. Now, just the thought of you in me, makes me tingle all over. Maybe I am like the Energizer Bunny. Maybe I am oversexed."

  "You're afraid you need too much loving?"

  "Yes!"

  "Well don't be, B-J. Cause as the song says, 'nobody gets too much love'. Besides, I'll always give you all the loving you want."

  "Promise?"

  He nodded. "Did you enjoy what we've been doing?"

  "You already know how much I love what you do to me."

  "So you have a choice. Feel guilty about loving me, or use me shamelessly whenever you wish. Psychiatrist that I am, it's the shameless alternative that I recommend for you."

  "That does sound like sensible advice—unless you gained your psychiatric insight as a patient."

  It was three in the morning, and a thoroughly loved Betty-Jo was contemplating what had happened to her. "So, Bad Brad, you've revoked my innocence, commandeered my panties, and soon you'll have me living in sin with you. Is ther
e anything else you want from me, anything you may have overlooked?"

  "Funny you should ask." He moved over her.

  "Changed my mind. I don't want to know."

  "Too late. I'm going to teach you our secret kiss."

  "A secret kiss? That might be fun."

  He grinned down at her. "It will be. But first you have to make a few promises."

  "I should have guessed."

  "Repeat after me. I, Betty-Jo Chance."

  "I, Betty-Jo Chance."

  "Do solemnly swear."

  What mischief is he up to now? "Do solemnly swear."

  "That nobody will be allowed to have me."

  She smiled and hugged him. "I don't believe this. One evening with you, and I've made more promises than I've made in all the rest of my life."

  "What matters is not how many promises you make, but how many you keep."

  She became serious. "I always keep my promises."

  "I knew you were a promise keeping kind of princess. Now where were we?"

  "That nobody will be allowed to have me."

  "Unless I'm first given the secret kiss," Brad said.

  This boy is tricky. "Unless I'm first given the secret kiss."

  "And once given the secret kiss."

  "And once given the secret kiss."

  "I will joyfully give myself to whoever has kissed me. Emphasis on joyfully."

  She grinned at her lover. "I will joyfully give myself to whoever has kissed me."

  "And I will never divulge the secret kiss to anyone."

  Very tricky, but nice tricky. "And I will never divulge the secret kiss to anyone."

  "So only Brad will ever be able to have me."

  "So only Brad will ever be able to have me."

  He took her in his arms and kissed her.

  "That's all it takes for you to get lucky?" she said, still grinning.

  He grinned back. "Lucky me."

  "Am I allowed to initiate getting lucky?"

  "Whenever you wish."

  "Mmm, perhaps this secret kiss business won't be too bad after all. It's a lot like a secret fraternity handshake."

  He laughed. "Right. Except in our fraternity, the membership rewards are sensational."

  By four in the morning, Betty-Jo had lost track of how often she'd peaked but it seemed as if she'd been coming for days. "I wonder if my pussy is like the windshield-wiper fluid dispenser in a car. Maybe it has to be refilled with wetness."

  Brad lay on his back with his eyes closed. Betty-Jo was sprawled on top of him. "I'll refill it in the morning, right after I've slept."

  "You'll be so happy that I'm living with you. I'll do things for you." She licked, and then she nibbled his ear. "Bad-nice things."

  "Bad-nice things sound marvelous, but unless I'm allowed to sleep the headlines in tomorrow's papers will read, 'Man Loved To Death By Virgin!' You'll be embarrassed, and I'll be dead—although I can't think of a way I'd rather die."

  Betty-Jo moved against him, still wanting. "What happened to your promise to give me all the loving I want?"

  Brad opened his eyes, and smiled at her. "That promise starts first thing in the morning."

  "In the morning! I have a Golden Rule for you Bad Brad Raiden. Don't put off until tomorrow, someone you can do again tonight—especially if that someone is an ex-virgin named Betty-Jo Chance."

  You're absolutely right," he said with a grin. Climb aboard my joystick. It will be my pleasure to make sure that you're completely satisfied."

  Later, Betty-Jo wrapped one hand around Brad's thing, and ran her fingertips over the scar on his abdomen with the other. "How did this happen," she asked?

  "I was practicing my bullfighting. The bull won."

  "Really? Or is that just a lot of bull?"

  "True story. I was going to be the Tiger Woods of matadors—until El Torro charged."

  Betty-Jo continued to explore. She ran her fingertips slowly up his chest with her eyes closed to etch his feel on her memory. Then her fingertips roamed the hard muscle of his arm before pausing to trace what felt like tooth marks. "El Torro bit you, while he was butchering you?"

  "No...that's the work of the Tooth Fairy. I didn't distinguish myself with her either—at least not on that occasion."

  "I'm not going to ask."

  "Good, because you don't want to know."

  Darn you! Now I do want to know. She kissed his fingertips. "You were right. Where you took me tonight, was nirvana. This night, for me, was the best fairytale ever."

  "It couldn't have happened without you, so you're invited to participate again whenever you wish. Making love with you is fabulous. It's like playing Monopoly, where every time I roll the die, I get to Take a Chance."

  "Cute."

  "And every time I Take a Chance—I win! I never miss a turn, and I never go to jail."

  "Speaking of going to jail..."

  "Uh hu?"

  "I've decided to sleep on top of you so you can't get away during the night. I have to be sure that you'll be here when I wake up in the morning."

  "No place I'd rather be."

  "I'll make love with you in my dreams. All you have to do is hold me while I'm dreaming—but there is one thing." His eyes were closed, but his fingertips were roaming her back. "Before you go to sleep, I want you to ask me my bear's name."

  He wrapped her in his arms. "What is your bear's name, my American Princess?"

  A fairytale princess in her lovers arms, she spoke from her heart, "I Love Only You Bad Brad.... Please ask me my bear's name again."

  "Tell me your bear's name three more times," he said.

  "I Love Only You, I Love Only You, I Love Only You, I Love Only You, I..."

  * * *

  The last thing Brad remembered thinking was, why me? I'm loony as a lemming in love with a princess who can't count.

  -29-

  BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN

  Branding the Tawny Cat

  Betty-Jo looked delectable, and Brad pinched himself to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. She was where he had left her three hours earlier, sprawled half across his chest, and half on PussCat's side of the bed.

  I'd better build a bed-in-a-box for the furball, or I'll find myself in the middle of another cat fight. It seemed unlikely that B-J would settle for a box, now that she was his roommate, and he'd have to buy a satin sheet for PussCat's new bed. The females and felines in his life quickly became partial to satin sheets, and then refused to part with them.

  Good thing I'm not paranoid, he thought. It would be easy to conclude that my main attraction is my sheets.

  He basked in Betty-Jo's splendor before he tried to slip out from under her, but she must have felt him moving, because she opened her eyes and grabbed him. He was already interested.

  "See, Bad Brad," she said drowsily, but with a twinkle in her eyes, "you miss me already."

  "What's better than chocolate covered almonds?" he asked.

  "Your Joystick?"

  He grinned at her. "Besides that."

  "I give up."

  "Awakening in the arms of Betty-Jo Chance, the morning after a night of primeval fellowship."

  "Primeval it was, fellowship it wasn't. Mixed sex coupling definitely happened." Then, still clutching him, she stretched like a cat: one arm raised above her head, her toes pointed, her muscles tensed. The hand that held him squeezed until he was in pain.

  As he watched her stretch, with the sun's first rays of morning flitting about in the yellowish tan of her hair, he had the impression that he'd awakened a sensuous tawny cat.

  "You look like PussCat when you stretch—you look like a big beguiling tawny cat. Do you always stretch that way?"

  "Every morning. Most people need a cup of coffee to start their day, I need to stretch."

  "Promise me, Tawny Cat, that in the morning, before you stretch, you'll wake me. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

  "Right. Stretch, and then sweep."

  He grinned. "Bet
ter yet, stretch, sweep, and then make love with me."

  She raised her arms above her head, and stretched for his enjoyment: her breasts jutting upward, her toes pointing, and her legs parted. He rolled onto his side, and ran his hand over his tawny animal, mesmerized by her taut, exquisite splendor.

  With the dawn embracing the night, Brad embraced his tawny cat. Then they made slow, sensuous, passionate love, until he slipped back to sleep, still awake inside her.

  When he awoke a second time, he phoned Cynthia's Lingerie. "That sounds like you, Cynthia."

  "Brad! How are you? And how are your satin sheets treating you?"

  "Better than ever, because now I have someone to share them with. But I have to buy her some lingerie, and I've no idea what I'm doing."

  "Does she know that?"

  "No.... This is embarrassing. She thinks I'm an authority on women's underwear."

  "'Oh what a tangled web we weave. When...'"

  "I know, deceiving, and all that. I didn't say I was proud of myself."

  "Come on in. I'll help you out—this time."

  "I owe you, Cynthia. See you in a couple of hours." His call complete, he warmed a couple of croissants, and hand squeezed some oranges for breakfast. Then he wrote a poem.

  In Love With Tawny Cat—Forever

  My love sprang from my heart,

  With your touch and your kiss.

  It was the dawn of a love,

  That will dwell in my soul—

  Forever

  * * *

  Betty-Jo found Brad's poem on her pillow. As she read it, her tears flowed. What he said in his poem, was what her heart was telling her. How does he know, she asked herself. My lover must be reading my heart.

  When she had finished dressing—or in the case of her panties, not dressing—she hurried to Brad, and pulled herself against him.

  "I can't believe I slept with you on our first date."

  "That's only one of the many reasons why I love you."

  "I thought men didn't respect women who slept with them first time out."

  He kissed her lips softly. "Only the stupid ones," he said.

  She moved against him, and wiped her tears on his shoulder. ..."Speaking of love, I love your poem. I'll cherish it always."