I asked, “Smell it?”
Dotty laughed and said, “Metaphorically. Like a hunting dog. There’s sex and real love in the air and it smells like fresh flowers.”
Suddenly, Belinda said, “Wow. Mrs. H, that was somehow one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. And um, if it helps at all, I’m into that. I mean, I’d be really happy if I was at your pool and you wanted to slip away for a little bit. And I won’t be weird if you get a little excited and it shows some. Wow, that really is like seeing your mom and dad kiss and knowing that they love each other. That makes you feel safe, right? I think I’d feel so, I don’t know, happy if that happened. If you really love each other. Um, and it would be really hot, too. Kitty, I hate to say it, but wow, if he thought I was attractive enough in that like sacred way that your dad talked about that he wouldn’t be able to hide it, crap! I’d totally want a guy to feel that way about me. That’s OK, right?”
Dotty looked at the waitress, who was somehow seated in a chair between Courtney and her father now, and said, “Lin, sweetie, you are a very beautiful and wonderful woman who deserves happiness and love. A family full of joy. Yes, what could it be but hot? And I’m going to give you permission for something right now. If you are at the house and you get hot, take a dip in the pool if you want to, but if what you really want is to slip away yourself and masturbate for a little while, you go right ahead. And I’ll hang a sign on the door to a spare bedroom that says, do not disturb, Belinda is feeling sexy. And we’ll all be happy for you and no one will ever tease you about it.”
Belinda blushed and looked at the table and said, “You could tease me a little bit. In a fun way.”
Courtney was holding Belinda by the wrist now and said, “I have missed you so much! But Lin, like you said, Dave doesn’t have to be married to you to find you attractive. I know that. He can try to deny it, but if he thinks you’re sexy, he might not be able to hide that either. And I won’t care at all. I won’t be jealous. It’s just natural that he might respond to a beautiful woman like you. How could he not? Unless he doesn’t even like you at all? Maybe on an anonymous nude beach it wouldn’t happen, but if you and I are having fun and he’s playing with us and we feel comfortable and all love each other as friends, won’t that be a possibility?”
Belinda grinned and said, “But if it’s all three of us, we’ll just think he’s responding to you, not me.”
Courtney said slyly, “But we won’t know for sure, will we? Either way, you get a peek and I know you’d like that. Lin, where do you live now? You should totally come and stay with us!”
Belinda said, “No, it’s your honeymoon.”
Courtney said, “And I’m so sorry about that. If I had known, and not been an idiot, I would have had Daddy bring you to my wedding and you’d have been my maid of honor. Come on. Stay part of the time, anyway. We can have a sleepover!”
I broke in and asked, “Um, how long have you been sitting there? I didn’t even see you sit down.”
Belinda grinned and said, “I’ve been here quite a while. You guys were having an intense talk, and you didn’t notice me and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I did want to hear. So when I sat down and nobody shooed me away, I just kind of stayed and listened. I’ve missed you. You guys were like my second family, and sometimes better than my first.”
Dotty said, “Well, I’m glad you’re home, Lin. You are always welcome. Don’t even wait for an invite. Even for dinner. That’s what you did when you were a kid, so that’s how it is now, too. And we have plenty of rooms and you feel free to spend the night when you want. In fact, all the old rules apply, except where they have been relaxed because you’re an adult now. But you still can’t go in the liquor cabinet, OK? But you pack a bag with underwear and a toothbrush and leave it at the house so you don’t ever even have to plan on whether you’re coming or not. Just like before.”
Belinda seemed very touched, and fully on board with the idea as she said, “Oh, thank you so much. Um, things are kind of…well, anyway, that will be really nice. I better get some of these dishes out of the way,” and she stood up and put the chair back where it belonged and started taking away the things that we were finished with.
As soon as she was gone, Dotty laughed and looked and Courtney and said, “And exactly how is that supposed to work, young lady?”
Courtney looked confused and said, “How is what supposed to work?”
Dotty laughed again and said, “A sleepover? And you can’t be separated from Dave even in your sleep?”
Courtney looked thoughtful for a minute and then grinned at me and said, “Well, she has brown hair, not black, but I’ll work something out.”
Dan asked, “What does the color of her hair have to do with anything?”
Courtney smiled and winked at me and my eyes went wide in shock at her allusion to having her space maiden ladies-in-waiting share our bed.
I regained my composure and said, “Oh, you’ll work something out, will you?”
Dan looked and Dotty and then said, “Hmm, you know what, if you are sincere, and if it’s what Kitty really wants, I don’t think I have a problem with it.”
I snapped my head in his direction and said, “A problem with what? Courtney was teasing me. Oh, I get it. You were too.”
Dotty said, “I wonder. It would be an interesting situation. Belinda? Wait, Dave, did Courtney say something to you about a girl with black hair? What did she tell you?”
I said, “Well, she was joking about things and I’d really rather not say what, if that’s OK, because I’d have to tell you the truth, and Courtney, please don’t repeat it here. I know we’re talking about a lot of sexy stuff, but we don’t have to talk about this, right? It was a joke.”
Dotty said, “About sexy stuff with a girl with black hair?”
I said, “Well, no. Not exactly. But kind of. But like a sleepover, like she was talking about. And she joked about having a sleepover and um, well, oh damn, and her sleeping on one side of me and a friend with black hair asleep with us. It was just sleeping.”
Courtney looked and sounded very serious and said, “No, it wasn’t. What I said was that if I had a girlfriend, or a sister, that I dearly loved and wanted to be as happy as I was, and that if it was the only or best chance for them to find as much happiness as I have, that I would want to have him love them as much as he loves me. And that I would want him to have as much love as I could give him.”
Dan looked thoughtful. Maybe he was worried about how far his daughter was being truthful and how much was hopefully just fantasy and an expression of how much she loved me in theory.
Dotty said cryptically, “Oh, this should be interesting.”
I supposed it would be. Courtney was incredible and the outfits she’d bought were wild, and now we were talking about skinny dipping and sunbathing nude with her parents and her girlfriend. Yeah, it was going to be very interesting. And if I let myself enter into it, it was going to be fun. I hoped Dan wasn’t too worried about what Courtney had said. She was just kidding and saying that she really loved me a lot, that’s all.
When it came time to pay the bill, Dan was very generous with the tip. Apparently, he always was. Courtney told me that a 50 percent tip wasn’t unusual for her dad. It seemed that her father was a generous man as well. He was well off financially and his favorite “charity” was giving money to waitresses, who more often than not were single mothers.
It was almost ten by the time we got to the house. I was exhausted. Courtney and her mom wanted to sit up and talk, and I assured them that I didn’t mind if they talked for as long as they wanted to in Courtney’s room, as long as they didn’t mind me falling asleep. Courtney and I brought in my bags and got ready for bed. We didn’t shower. I put on a fresh T-shirt and crawled under the light covers without shorts. I usually slept naked from the waist down. I was nearly asleep when I heard Dotty come in and sit down at a little table in the corner of the big room with her daughter to talk for the n
ight. I didn’t hear a thing they said.
When I woke up, Courtney was shaking me gently. It was still dark.
She said, “Dave, get up.”
I forced myself awake. Did she have to go to the bathroom? I struggled to sit up, and as my feet hit the floor, Courtney pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it in the corner of the room.
She said, “Come one, Sweetie. I want to show you something.”
Courtney’s room was on the second floor of the house and French doors led outside to a balcony. It must have been just before dawn. Courtney took me out onto the balcony and I was surprised at how warm it was. I’d been in the desert at other times of the year, and it got cold at night. But right now, it was still hot. In the 80s at least.
Courtney and I were both naked. She leaned her arms on the railing and took a deep breath and had me stand beside her. It was just starting to get light. The balcony faced east and there were no houses or other buildings to be seen in this direction. Her parents lived outside town, at the edge of civilization. The only thing in front of us was desert sand and sparse scrub brush here and there, and in the distance, a row of green trees that indicated where the river was. It was nice. It gave me the impression of the end of the world. After some apocalypse, when Courtney and I would be the last two people on the planet. Safe and naked in a beautiful desert paradise.
It continued to get lighter as we stood and relaxed, and suddenly, the sun came up. The red glow started at the horizon and the huge ball of the sun expanded quickly, moving higher and higher across the line marking the curvature of the Earth. I’d never seen the sun rise so quickly. Maybe I’d never really seen the sun rise like this at all. This didn’t happen in the city. Watching the sun come up in the city, over the tops of building and trees was nothing like this.
Seeing the sun hit Courtney’s beautiful body, illuminating it bit by bit with a yellow glow, was quite a sight as well. It started with her face, and her smile was radiant. And as the sun rose, the light traveled down her body, caressing her shoulders, and then her chest, lowing over the globes of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples, down her stomach, her thighs, and then her ankles and feet. I was looking more at her than the sun. The sun was too bright to look at. I noticed that Courtney was looking at me in the same way that I was looking at her. We were showering in sunlight and the glint from the jewels at her navel and then at her foot was a spectacular accent to her already spectacular female form.
When the light was full, we stood and stared at each other and both of us smiled in appreciation at the beauty of our lover. We were drawn to each other and couldn’t help but step forward to embrace. Her body pressed into mine, and maybe for the first time, we held each other. Certainly, we had hugged each other before, but this involved more peace and more simple flow of harmony and oneness than I’d ever experienced. It was probably something unprecedented for Courtney as well. This was love and oneness and connection to the universe and all life and existence. It was transcendent.
After several minutes, I don’t know how many, Courtney tilted her lips up to mine and kissed me with tenderness. Then she guided me to a lounge chair on the balcony and had me lie down on my back. The balcony outside her room was larger than I’d first thought. Now that it was light, I could see that there was room for not only a lounge but also a small table and two small chairs. It would be a great place for breakfast and coffee. But coffee wasn’t on Courtney’s mind right now. But neither was sex. Not in the way that we’d experienced it so far.
As I lay back on the cushions, Courtney lifted one of her long legs over the top of my middle, and reaching down between us, found my penis and held it up so that as she lowered herself over me, I slid inside her body and she settled on my hips. She sat still for a moment with her eyes closed, as if she had just stepped into a hot bath and was getting used to the temperature. That’s how I felt, too. This was luxurious.
Courtney moved slowly, as if time was suddenly meaningless; as if this were going to last for an eternity and there was no difference between this moment and a thousand years from now. At first, she didn’t move at all, but just very gently squeezed me with her vagina. It wasn’t even a squeeze, but more like she was rubbing me very softly, like the very lightest of massage, and only on my post where she held it inside herself. The weight of her body was comforting. I knew what she meant now when she had talked about me holding her down on the earth. I could travel anywhere in the universe at this moment, and Courtney was with me, holding me in her life so that I wouldn’t be blown away by winds and worries.
I started to lose track of time. My heartbeats seemed slower than normal. All I was really aware of was her body, holding me, loving me, and the feeling that she felt love from me. Her movements changed and the distance she moved increased, but her pace stayed the same, slow and rhythmic. Or maybe it didn’t. I had no way to know in this state, and I didn’t try. My hands were on the tops of her thighs now. In this light, Courtney’s skin was as golden as her hair, and her hair seemed radiant with the sunshine bathing us. This was sunbathing. Bathing in sunlight and sun warmth. Her thighs caressed my palms as she began to ride my middle, her eyes still closed as if she were in ecstasy.
Strangely, Courtney didn’t climax as quickly as I was used to. If she did, I wasn’t aware of it. And normally when she had an orgasm, I knew about it.
I don’t know how long we had been loving this way when I whispered, “Courtney, I want to kiss you.”
She seemed to understand my meaning and that I didn’t mean her face. She lifted off of me and we changed positions on the lounge, this time with her on her back and me above her. There was no hurry at all.
I scooted down and knelt at the foot of the lounge with my knees on a pillow from the chair beside us and bent my lips toward her groin. Courtney didn’t make a sound as she let her legs fall open to me and I set my mouth at her mound. I had very little experience here, but I knew that I knew what to do. Courtney had shown me how to go slow and touch each other as if our bodies were wonderful and pure. My lips touched her and I imitated the tender rubbing that I had felt from her vagina what might have been minutes or months ago. She was a fruit and I ate her slowly. She was a flower and I licked the morning dew from her petals, drinking her nectar. She squirmed but didn’t thrash. She danced on my lips and tongue, and occasionally shuddered with joy as if her spine tingled, but she didn’t come. I’d never had the chance to really relish a woman’s vulva before, and I loved it. I had always known that I would. The scent, the taste, the texture of her fruit. Her skin was amazingly smooth and the patch of pubic blond that I decided would be dyed blue very soon tickled my face. I pulled at it gently with my lips, and at other times nuzzled it with my nose.
Courtney had her hands on the back of my head part of the time and behind her own head at others. She stretched backward, arching her back and pushing her hips up to me and then she’d crush my face firmly into the space between her thighs.
She said softly, “Oh, my love, come inside me. Fill my void.”
I crawled up onto the lounge and plunged my member into the door she opened for me. We were still moving slowly, but now I was giving her more than a caress. Now I was thrusting deeply, merging our bodies in a deliberate attempt to force what was two bodies to become one. To assemble a new person where two had met four days ago. We poured ourselves from our own vessels into a bigger one shaped like neither of us, but instead, both of us. And again, Courtney seemed to enjoy and fill herself with joy at having me on top of her.
Our pleasure continued to build and we both rose closer and closer to orgasms that wouldn’t wait much longer to be released upon the world.
Courtney said breathlessly, “Davey, let me get on top.”
I pulled out and we switched places again and Courtney set me at her “docking port” and shoved firmly downward, moaning and breaking our silence for the first time.
Rocking her hips more actively than before, she thrust out her chest and
said, “Dave, take hold of my tits. Squeeze them like milk is going to shoot out. I love you so much!”
I reached up and squeezed her from the bottom up, and she exploded. Milk didn’t actually spray from her nipples, but I felt a gush of fluids at my crotch and Courtney screamed in orgasm.
It wasn’t an “ordinary” orgasmic outburst. She screamed like I never heard before. Not in fear. Not in warning. But somehow in declaration. It was so loud that it must have been heard for a hundred yards, like yelling at someone at the other end of a football field. It was like the roar of a lion or a loud clap of rolling thunder. It was a message. And my response to her message was to let my orgasm crash against hers, forcing my life into her body.
When our convulsions subsided, Courtney put her hands beside my shoulders and gently lowered herself to lie on top of me. My arms put themselves around her back and swore to me that they would always hold her for me.
Chapter 18 - Family Zones
We stayed in each other’s arms on the lounger for quite a while. I think that we both fell asleep.
I was startled when a voice said, “Kids, do you want breakfast?”
I twisted my neck around uncomfortably to see who was there. It was Courtney’s mom, Dotty. She was standing in the doorway to Courtney’s rooms at the edge of the balcony, just three feet from where Courtney was lying naked, half on top of me.
She said, “We knew you were up. I knocked on your door, but there was no answer, so I peeked in. You weren’t in bed, and I didn’t hear water running, so I came out here. You two look good together. Like you fit each other.”
Courtney yawned and stretched and said, “Mmmm. We must have fallen asleep. How did you know we were up?”
Dotty smiled and said, “That wasn’t a rooster crowing an hour after dawn this morning.”
Courtney twisted herself around and sat on the edge of the lounge and said, “What was it?”
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