by Sable Drake
Never mind the baseball bat that Gordon had clutched in his hand when he died, which the prosecution absurdly suggested he'd brought with him because he was afraid of me. Our character witnesses had pretty much demolished that argument by trotting out a parade of old school acquaintances who said that it was Gordon who had terrorized me through the years, not the other way around.
So I stood there, confident that we had done the best we could, but still apprehensive about the verdict. The jury had been out a day and a half, which seemed ominous. They hadn't come to a speedy conclusion, as I thought they should have.
As the foreperson began to read the verdict, I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if I would be allowed to get on with my life, with the woman I loved, or if I would spend the rest of my life in prison.
"We, the people, find the defendant, Scott Luke, not guilty," the woman said.
At first, I couldn't quite grasp that she'd actually said the two words that gave me my life back. I heard the courtroom erupt in absolute chaos, and for a moment I thought a riot was going to break out. Gordon had passionate defenders among the gallery, but I had my share as well. There was some concern that Gordon's partisans would attack my supporters and a full-scale brawl would break out.
In the midst of the bedlam, I turned to Cindy and we hugged each other with the passion of two people who'd just been liberated. We'd lived apart in the interim, but we'd spent a good bit of time together, and we had become comfortable with each other in every way. We truly were in love, and the fact that she and the girls supported me was a huge mark in my favor.
It had been a long, stressful ordeal, but now we were free to marry, which is what we wanted, and I was free to adopt Sarah and Mary, which we also wanted.
I turned to look for my mother and my sister, but they looked away without speaking and walked out. I figured I'd lost them forever, but that was fine with me. They'd never had much use for me, so I wasn't going to lose sleep over them.
Later, at a press conference arranged by my lawyers, several members of the jury spoke out forcefully about the weakness of the state's case. One juror even said he couldn't believe the case had ever gone to trial in the first place.
And the jury forewoman, who had looked at me so sternly throughout the trial, spoke of the thing that turned the case for her. Smiling broadly, she credited Cindy's daughters.
"When they spoke up for him," she said. "That told me all I needed to know about his character. Children will tell the truth, if you just leave them alone. And those girls spoke the truth when they called Scott Luke their real daddy."
Suzanne and Gloria took us to dinner that night at a downtown restaurant, and it turned into a victory party. Many of my friends and supporters came out to congratulate me. It was gratifying, but still, I felt a little hollow.
I could finally go home, but my life was still a shambles. I'd managed to keep my home, but I'd had to sell many of my tools to help raise money for my defense. Plus, I rented a small studio apartment to stay in the city while I was on trial, which ate up much of what savings I'd had.
Of course, I hadn't able to work much during the year and a half that it took for the case to go through the system. As a result, my business had collapsed. At that moment my only source of income was performing, and I wasn't good enough to make a living by singing and playing bluegrass music.
Even though I was a free man, the trial had cost me plenty. I still had the most important things: the love of Cindy and her daughters.
The girls had stayed with Cindy's other sister, the one that lives in the city, during the last days of the trial, so Cindy's house was empty as we arrived after the party broke up. She invited me in and fixed a pot of coffee, because she could see that I was restless.
We sat together on her sofa, sipping coffee in silence. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to do, but Cindy beat me to it. She finished her cup, set it aside, leaned over and pulled me to her. She kissed me softly at first, but with mounting passion.
At that moment, I was consumed by a wild lust that needed release. I had been so stressed over the outcome of my trial that I'd had no interest in sex in the weeks leading up to the trial. Cindy and I hadn't been together sexually in several months. I'd not even had the desire to masturbate—or, I suspected, the ability even if I'd had the desire.
I kissed her back, hard, letting my tongue joust with hers as we wrestled on the couch. Now that I was free, I could feel the life surging back to my groin, reviving me. Finally, after several minutes of furious necking, Cindy pulled away, then stood up.
"Relax, lie back, and enjoy," she said. "This is for you."
With that she reached and unpinned her hair, which fell about her shoulders in rich waves. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it aside, then undid her slacks and let them fall to the floor.
I just drank in the lovely sight in front of me, her tall, slender frame clad in only a matching blue bra and panty set. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, tossed it to the side, then shimmied out of her panties.
Cindy was swaying lustfully as she stood in front of me naked. I stared at her beautiful breasts, sitting high and proud on her chest, the flat stomach, the wondrous butt, the long legs and the rust-colored patch of hair that framed her sex.
I was hard as steel, harder than I could ever remember, even that first fateful night at my cabin. She knelt then, between my legs, reached up and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. She raked her long fingernails over my chest and lightly pinched my nipples.
She went for my shoes next, and then my socks, before reaching up to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. She pulled my boxers off with my slacks, and my cock bounced up, eager and oh-so-ready. I lay back, naked, to let this woman do anything she wanted with me.
"Mmm, that looks nice," she cooed as she hefted my cock in both hands.
"That feels nice," I answered softly. "God, it feels so good to be with you without a cloud hanging over us."
"Shh," Cindy admonished me. "I don't want to talk about anything right now. I just want to love you. We can talk later."
Cindy put her face right up close to my cock, nuzzling up and down the shaft, inhaling my essence. Her tongue quickly followed, sliding up the underside of my cock and ending with a big swipe at the tip.
She swirled her tongue around the head a couple of times then opened her mouth and sucked me in. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and took all but a couple of inches. She was humming with satisfaction as she worked her mouth up and down on my boner.
I could feel a load of massive proportions building steam, and I could tell that Cindy was sitting on a powder keg herself, from the way she was strumming her clit with one hand while the other held my cock. I made myself a mental note that I was going to get a good taste of her juicy pussy before the night was over, but right then all we were both interested in my impending orgasm.
It's a measure of just how in-tune Cindy and I were, because at that very moment, she pulled her mouth off my cock. I got a jolt when I saw the thick strands of saliva and pre-cum that lingered on her lips.
Cindy just stared at me with a hot look on her face as she climbed back on the sofa, straddled my hips, and eased her hot, pussy onto my dick. When she had the head of my cock firmly inside, she smiled and sank down onto me.
We both groaned heavily. Cindy gripped my shoulders with while I wrapped my arms around her back and drew her close. As she worked her hips, we kissed hard, our lips and tongues battling furiously. We had fucked quite a few times, but this was just extra-special. We were free, completely, to be together without having to worry about Gordon, without having to worry about the possibility of prison.
I might have been content to kiss Cindy's luscious lips forever, but I had something else I wanted to get my lips on. I pulled her up just a bit, so that her tits were right over my mouth. I sucked her nipples, licking, kissing, nibbling on her hard pink tips.
Cindy gave a contented moan, and he
r movements began to pick up as I worked my hands and mouth on her tits. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face one of intense pleasure. Little gasps escaped her mouth as she climaxed. She shook and thrashed as she rode me hard.
"Mmm, yeah!" she cried. "Please, Scott, come with me. Let it go for me. Let me feel your cum in me."
I was more than ready to give her what she wanted. I worked my hips up hard, driving my cock deep into her. Just about the time Cindy jerked hard and her body convulsed in climax, I felt the cum boiling out of my scrotum. I held Cindy tight as I erupted, filling her with so much hot cream that it flowed out of her pussy and over my balls.
We kissed wildly. In the midst of our passion, I couldn't hold back. I started sobbing, finally releasing all of the emotions I'd held in check for so long. I had killed a man–my own brother–and had faced a life in captivity as a result. While I knew I was in the right, that I had defended myself and my lover, it was still a hard thing to accept.
Plus, I was so in love with Cindy, the woman I'd wanted for so long. I'd waited patiently all those years, doing the right thing by keeping my hands off of her. I'd finally gotten her, then I'd had to face the possibility that I might still have to live my life without her, had I been convicted.
Cindy just held me as I let it all out, tenderly kissing my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, everywhere my tears were falling.
"I'm sorry," I said softly after I'd finally composed myself. "I guess I just needed to let some things out."
"Don't be sorry," Cindy said. "That's one of the things I love about you, that you're not afraid to show emotion. I've worried about you these past few months because you were so... quiet, so bottled up. I've been waiting for you to explode like that."
"Honey, I needed to hold it in, because I knew that if I was convicted, that kind of emotionalism would get me in trouble in prison," I said. "When I was in jail, before you posted my bond, I saw what they did to the whiners, the snivelers. It wasn't pretty. You've got to at least appear strong in jail, because they'll exploit any sign of weakness."
"But they left you alone, didn't they?" Cindy said.
"That's because they knew what I'd done, and what I did earned me a bit of respect from them," I said. "Jailhouse justice is a funny thing. I killed a man who had attacked me and the woman I loved, and in jail that's something they respect. But I also made sure I didn't show any fear, regardless of how afraid I really was, and I made a point to be friendly with the baddest dude in the place."
After resting there quietly for a while, I suggested we get a shower together. We stepped in under the warm spray and just held each other, letting the soothing water ease our tension.
The thick, wet strands of Cindy's hair fell about her face and shoulders, giving her gorgeous eyes that much more sparkle as I kissed my way down her neck, to her breasts. I sucked each of her nipples, feeling them respond to me.
At the same time, I snuck a couple of fingers between her legs, rolling my thumb over her hard clit. Cindy gasped softly as I slid two fingers into her pussy, and I got a jolt myself from the slick feeling of my cum that was still coating her inner lining. As I worked on Cindy with one hand, my other hand began to lightly stroke my cock, getting it back up to full roar.
I knelt on the floor of the bathtub, in front of Cindy, and pressed my face to her crotch. She obliged me by opening her legs and propping one foot on the side of the tub. I just stared at her pretty pink pussy, framed by her dripping wet bush.
I ran my tongue over the outside of her labia, then circled her clit with the tip. She gasped again, louder this time, and I knew I was on the right track. Wrapping both hands around her lovely ass, I pulled her to me, working my lips and tongue furiously on her cunt.
Cindy's hands gripped the back of my head as I gave every bit of oral expertise I'd accumulated over the years. Her hips were jerking in rhythm with my tongue. Little mewling sounds escaped her lips as I sucked, licked, even chewed lightly on her boiling-hot pussy.
She was right there, and I knew what would send her tumbling over the edge. I pulled my face away from her and turned her around, so that she was facing the wall opposite the shower spigot.
I leaned her over so that her butt was sticking out, with her hot pink pussy and her asshole exposed to me. I reached up and spread her butt cheeks then dove in with supreme relish. I slashed a wet path from her pucker to her pussy and back again. Looking up, I saw that Cindy was leaning with her head against the wall, her eyes shut tight as her climax reached its peak.
Right on cue, she stiffened and moaned, then her body shook hard with her orgasm. I gave her just enough time for her body to calm down, then I stood on shaky legs. My cock was like an iron bar as I gripped it hard with one hand and used the other hand to steady myself. I slid right up her flooded canal in one strong thrust.
The warm water cascaded over us as I quickly hit ramming speed, fucking my lover from behind with everything I had. And Cindy was working her hips back on me with every bit as much ardor. While this coupling lacked the intensity of the earlier, it was more than offset by the sheer joy we felt. I was happily fucking the love of my life without a care in the world.
When the hot water ran out, we didn't bother to dry off or go to the bedroom. We just tossed the towels on the floor. Cindy got down on her knees, leaning against the tub, and begged me to fuck her and fuck her hard.
I did just that. I plunged my cock back into her hot pussy and began to work it back and forth. Her walls clenched at me as I pulled back and pushed in, working at a steady rhythm. As I fucked Cindy, I leaned over her back, wrapped my hands around her body and squeezed her breasts just hard enough to make her moan and squirm.
We were both hurtling toward a truly awesome orgasm. Cindy's body stiffened, and she howled in ecstasy, her pussy squeezing my cock in wave after wave. Moments later, she shimmied on her knees and looked back at me with an expression of pure lust.
"I want to taste you," she panted. "Come in my mouth, please. I want to taste your cum."
I was almost there, and I worked my cock hard deep in her pussy a few more thrusts, until I felt my orgasm building an unstoppable momentum. With a gasp, I wrenched my cock from Cindy's pulsing pussy and stood quickly. Cindy turned toward me slightly and opened her mouth.
I stared into her eyes as I jacked myself hard and spewed onto her outstretched tongue. I managed to hit the target with the first few spurts, but one flew up to her cheek and another smeared on her chin. I got a huge thrill out of watching Cindy swallow my cum and slide the head of my cock into her mouth to milk the last drops from my body.
When I was finally empty of everything I had to give, I pulled Cindy up and we kissed, hot and hard.
* * * *
A year has come and gone since that fateful day, when twelve jurors decided that I had indeed killed my brother in self-defense, not cold-blooded murder.
As soon as the girls were out of school for the year, a few weeks after the trial ended, Cindy and I got married in a quiet little ceremony at a chapel on one of the college campuses in the city.
We only invited a few close friends and members of Cindy's family. Some of them had had doubts about our relationship, but they quickly saw that I made Cindy happy, far happier than she'd ever been with Gordon.
I didn't expect anyone from my family to show up, so I was pleasantly stunned when my sister Karen walked in and sat down in the back just a few minutes before the service began. Later, at the reception, she pulled me aside and we talked for the first time in almost two years.
"Scott, you know Mother will never forgive you for what you did," she said. "She always thought Gordon walked on water."
"I figured as much," I said. "What about you? Do you still hate me?"
"I'm just sorry it all happened the way it did," she said with a sigh. "But I can't spend the rest of my life hating you for defending yourself. I could see it coming, and I kept telling him to just let it go, but he was obsessed with destroyin
g you. He really did hate you, at the end."
"Like Cain and Abel," I said softly.
"You know, I have to blame Cindy for a lot of it," she said, and that surprised me, because I'd always thought they got along well.
"Why do you say that?" I said.
"If she'd just had the guts to call off the wedding to Gordon after she met you, none of this would have happened," Karen said. "I knew you two were in love all along, and I think Gordon did, too. I saw it that day at the shower, the way you looked at each other. And I saw the conflicting emotions in the way she went through that day, and through the next few weeks. She could have saved us all a lot of grief if she'd done the right thing then."
"That's all water under the bridge, Karen," I said. "And you'd have been asking a lot of a shy young woman who always did what her parents wanted her to do. They'd already shelled out a bundle for the wedding, and they wanted her to marry Gordon."
"Well, anyway, I'm happy for you both, and for the girls," Karen said. "I don't expect you and me to be buddy-buddy, but I want you in my life, Scott. I don't think Mother's going to last too long, and you're the only family I've got left."
We hugged then and parted as friends.
Cindy and I went to Jamaica for our honeymoon, and it was everything we'd hoped it would be. When we got back, I had a life-changing piece of mail waiting on me.
The letter was from a well-known country music star and it contained a check for twenty grand. It seems he'd read about my case, read about the difficulty I'd had with my business while I was fighting for my freedom, he'd talked to some people about me and he wanted me to come see him in Nashville.
I met him at his office on Music Row, and he offered to build me a workshop in the hills outside Nashville, if would move there and custom make instruments for him. He also said he'd pass my name around to his friends, and invited me to sit in on some recording sessions.