As I sat at my desk looking through the window at the stream below the house I heard her drive up. When the first book sold she bought that Dodge Stealth she wanted.
Why shouldn�t she have whatever she wanted? We certainly had the money now. And she deserved it, she had had one hell of a tough life. But she had came through it and it was all just part of a receding dream. It would never be forgotten but it was easier to cope with now. I think the bad dreams had stopped. At least she was sleeping easier than when we had first met. That was part of the reason I had brought her here. To escape her old world. To give her new beginnings�
"Hey, I�m home." She called as she came through the door.
"I know, I�m old but not quite senile yet."
She laughed, the laugh of an angel. "I didn�t say you were old. But you sure are grumpy� Grandpa!"
That laugh again. It made my heart soar every time I heard it. It had the first time I heard it, jeez, it was five years ago! We had first met in a chat room, an amateur erotica chat room! We didn�t know it at the time but neither one of us was there for sex. We were reintroduced later by a mutual friend and spent all of our free time together online. I don�t know how many hours we talked. It was all day long some days.
The conversations were very intimate. We told each other things we had never told anyone else. It bonded us and we soon begin to feel very strange stirrings. I think we both tried to discount what they were for a while. I remember thinking that it was impossible to feel the way I did. But finally I gave in to them and one day I told her how I felt.
"Gina?" I said.
"Yes?" she typed back.
"I have to tell you something."
"OK."
"I love you."
There was a hesitation, then, "love you too." Not exactly the response I was hoping for. She had left off the "I" part. Kind of made it generic. I admit it hurt me but I was not about to push her. She was struggling enough without that. If she ever felt it I know she�d say it. If not, well, I knew my feelings were true. She knew how I felt and that was all I could offer. She did say it though. I remember the first time she did. I was ecstatic! She laughed at my reaction. Well, we said it now. A lot. There�s no hesitation in her voice these days.
I remember something else too. We were both virgins when it came to computer sex. We weren�t sure if we could do it or not. We found out one Saturday afternoon though. It just got started without any provocation from either of us. I think it surprised her and me both. We were going hot and heavy. I was on the verge of an orgasm when my wife and sons drove up. Scared the shit out of both of us� and she was almost 3000 miles away!
Well we were more careful after that let me tell you! Our passion grew from there and even now we can hardly keep our hands of each other.
What? My family? Well, that�s kind of personal so I�d rather not discuss it. Besides this isn�t my story, it�s hers. So here we are. In a cabin in the mountains. I write. But you knew that. What does she do? She�s with me. Well, yes it is a job. What does she really do? She makes it comfortable for me to write. She helps me with research. She loves me. Yes I know she was pre-med when we met. Yes I know she didn�t finish. It was her choice. No, I have never forced her into doing anything. This was her decision. We decided to build this place after the second book sold.
This is her choice to be here. I told her we could live anywhere she wanted. She could go to school anywhere in the world. She chose this mountain. We�re alone here and that�s what she wants. I believe she just had enough of the world and the pain it doled out. She says it�s safe here. Her comfort and safety and happiness are what I want most out of life. I have done everything I wanted to do. We still travel occasionally. I do book signings, television appearances, you know all the things a "best selling author" is supposed to do. But we don�t go away for long. This is our home, our sanctuary, our castle� our heaven.
"Well do you want to see what I bought?" she says as she walks into the room.
"No, not really."
"Turn around!"
"Nope. I�m busy." I say grinning. I can see her reflection in the mirror on the wall. I don�t think she has realized that�s why I put it there. I don�t like people sneaking up behind me. I put the mirror up so I can see the door.
"Turn� a�round." She says firmly.
"No� I� won�t." I say.
"Yes� you� will� or� no� sex� for� a� month."
I explode into laughter! Turning, I say, "Yes I sure believe that! You have not gone one day without jumping on me since we met."
"That�s a lie!"
"It is?"
"Yes," she says giggling, "There�s two or three days a month I don�t do anything!"
I laugh. "Yes, that�s true my little Irish queen."
She�s holds up two bags, one from Danny�s Market and the other from Victoria�s Secret. She�s holding the Victoria�s Secret bag up higher than the other one. We�ve played this game before. I always cheat! She wants me to pick that bag first.
"Which bag do you want to see first?" she says shaking the Victoria�s Secret bag.
"Um, Danny�s I guess."
She frowns. She puts the bag from Danny�s down by her leg. She holds the other a little higher and thrusts it at me. Very sternly she says, "Which bag do you want to see first?"
I purse my lips. I pretend to think really hard. I squint my eyes, "Yeah, the Danny�s bag."
This time she squints her eyes. She turns and walks down the hall. I sit still knowing she will return. In a minute she walks into the room holding only the Victoria�s Secret bag. Striding across the room she stops in front of me her toes touching mine. She drops the bag in my lap. Very slowly she says, "Which� bag� do� you�want� to� see� first?"
I look at the bag without touching it. Then I look up at her and smile as innocently as I can. "The Danny�s bag� please."
"Aieeeeeeeeeee�" she screams. "Open the damn bag! Now!"
I pick the bag up from my lap and hold it out to her. "This one?"
The breath leaves her body like a shot. Her eyes are wide as she stares directly into mine. Her voice is a whisper that carries the force of a cannonball. "Yes. That bag. Open it and look at what is inside. If you value her life do it quickly."
I smile and open the bag. When I peer inside I see blue lace and ribbon. She has always loved to wear lingerie and I have always loved to see her in it. I wonder if I can get away with one more shot. What the hell, it�s been a good day so I decide to give it a try. I look up at her, crumble the bag closed and hold it out to her. "Humph. What�s for dinner?"
She snatches the bag from my hand. Her voice is flat and even. "Why do you do this to me? Why do you drive me crazy?"
"Because," I reply, "I love you. More than life itself."
"That�s a damn foolish answer!"
"Ya think? I thought the truth was always the best course to take."
"I don�t know why I put up with this! You drive me nuts!"
"And you drive me nuts when you wear stuff like what�s in that bag. Why don�t you try it on and let me see it."
She looks at me. "No. I got it for my boyfriend."
"Really?"
"Um hm," she says, staring at me.
"I bet he�ll look damn silly in it."
She begins to laugh. That wonderful sound is like music to me. Stringed instruments across the sky. Birds floating on thermal winds.
She drops the bag on the floor and steps closer to me. She leans over and whispers in my ear. "Wanna know a secret?"
I nod my head.
"I�m not wearing any underwear."
I reach my hand up under her skirt. Her thighs part slightly and I feel her bare skin. I touch the inside of her left thigh just above the knee, feeling her soft silky skin. She begins to breath deeply. Breaths slow and steady. My hand moves upward and she parts her legs even more. I fingers touch her vagina as she begins to kiss my neck. I feel myself becoming hard.
My index finger parts the outer lips and I feel her wetness. Two fingers slide into her and I curve them, moving slowly in and out. She moves her head and begins to kiss my lips. Her tongues pushes into my mouth as our lips part. My hand begins to move quicker now as I feel her muscles tighten.
Her mouth pulls away from mine. She whispers in my ear, "Oh, Bill."
My fingers move inside her. She is so wet. Her vagina is shaved. It�s been that way since the first week we met online. I don�t know if she did it for me or not. I have always harbored the hope that she did. But if she didn�t that�s fine too. I promised her from the beginning that I wouldn�t pressure her. I hope I have lived up to that promise.
All of a sudden she steps back. She reaches up and pulls her blouse over her head and drops it to the floor. Then she takes her skirt off. It too falls to the floor. She steps out of it. She stands before me naked, her body tanned and tight. My cock strains against my jeans. She is a beautiful woman and her sexuality drives me wild.
"I do believe," she says, "That I will take a shower."
She turns and walks to the door, leaving her clothes laying where she dropped them. She passes into the hallway and I hear her say, "Wanna join me big boy?"
I am up out and out of my chair in an instant, pulling my own shirt over my head as I hurry down the hall.
The water was hot and steam enveloped us. Gina stood with her back to me. My arms were wrapped around her as the water cascaded down our bodies. Her head laid back against my shoulder and I pulled her in closer.
"Remember when we first met and would talk for hours online?"
"Of course." I said.
"Remember I�d come home from the treatments and feel so sick. You�d worry so much and try to help me through it."
"Yeah, I remember."
"I remember closing my eyes and pretending you were holding me. I�d look at your picture."
"Um hm."
"And now you�re holding me for real."
"Yes and I always will."
"You will never push me away?"
"Never." I said.
"But you are now."
My eyes flew open. "What!"
"You are now. Pushing me away."
"I am not."
"Yes you are."
"No, I�m not!"
"Well, something is pushing against my butt."
I laughed. "Yeah, you�re right about that. Want me to make it stop?"
She turned and looked at me. "Like you really could."
I pulled her in close and kissed her. Hot water poured across our bodies, rivulets running across our backs. Our mouths part and our tongues move across each other in a dance of passion. The feel of her breasts pressing against me fills me with lust. She presses against me.
I reach down with both of my hands and grab her butt. I lift her up and lean against the wall as my dick pushes into her. Her wrap her legs around me. I move in and out of her as the hot water rolls across my back. We continue to kiss. Her long hair is plastered to her head and lays in wet tangles across her shoulders.
I keep a steady rhythm in and out of her. I feel her muscles tighten around my shaft. I know from experience that she is about to orgasm. I feel the fluid rising in me and she cries out as my hot cum floods her pussy. I push as deeply as I can and let every drop fill her. When I am spent I just continue to hold her. We kiss.
The water begins to turn cool and she drops her legs to the floor.
"Ummm." she says.
"What?"
"That was very nice."
"It always is."
"Is it?" she questions.
I turn the cold water faucet down. Steam begins to swirl around the shower stall again.
"Is it what?"
"Always nice?"
"Yes," I say, "Each time better than the last."
"Don�t you get tired of me? Of this?" She steps back and hold out her arms.
I appraise her naked body. "Why would you ask that?"
"Look at me."
"I am. You are very beautiful."
"I�m getting old."
I explode into laughter. "Old? Shit, you�re only 27. God, I�m almost 50. If anyone is getting old it is me."
"But you don�t look old. I do."
"Honey, my hair is almost all gray. I wear bifocals. I look old. You are still young and vibrant and beautiful. Hell I�ll be dead in a couple of years and all the young studs will be storming the door to get to the beautiful, young, rich widow."
"Shut up!" she says suddenly. "Do not talk like that in my house again. You will not leave me. You are not going to die."
I look at her. She doesn�t like to hear that kind of talk. It was stupid of me to say it. She had enough thoughts of death in her life to write a dozen horror novels. How she came through them like she did I will never know. She is a strong, brave woman. Stubborn as hell too. Her strengths have pulled both of us through some hard times. She looks at me, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I�m sorry baby." I say as I reach out to her. Wrapping her in my arms I pull her close into my body. We are still for a long time. When the water begins to cool again we turn it off and get dressed.
One day, I think, I�ll learn to keep my big mouth shut.
I stand beside my desk looking through the big window. The sun is receding and casting deep shadows through the woods surrounding our house. I used to wonder what Heaven was like. But now I believe it is much like this. A quiet, beautiful place where her heart and mind can be free. More then that though is being able to share it with someone you love very much. I have all of that, so perhaps this is Heaven.
I hear Gina rattling pots and pans in the kitchen and smell a tomato/garlic smell and know she is fixing one of her Italian specialties. She must have gotten fresh vegetables from Danny�s. As I stand here I think about all the changes that have come into my life over the last five years. It amazes me that I was�
"Bill?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Ready to eat?"
"Be right there."
I take one last look out of the window as the sun drops out of sight behind the trees. "Hell of a life." I think to myself. "Yeah, one hell of a great life." I whisper.
We were laying on the bed, naked under the covers listening to music. Softly muted sounds come from the speakers. We had to compromise on the music early on. We are from two different generations after all. But like all things in our lives it was done amicably and without fuss.
She is laying with her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her. Her breath is so quiet and shallow I begin to think she is asleep. I begin to get drowsy myself.
"Know what?" she says quietly.
"What?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
She doesn�t say anything else. What else is there to say?
Her hands moves from it�s place on my chest. I feel her fingertips passing over my stomach. They touch my pubic hair briefly and then I feel her fingernails on my penis. Instantly, I begin to become aroused. She moves and soon I feel her lips moving over my shaft. The wetness of her mouth as it envelops me causes me to moan involuntarily. I push my hips forward as she takes me fully into her mouth.
Gina�s lips moves up and down the length of my shaft and her right hand begins to pump it. God the feeling is overpowering. She twist slightly and I pull on her leg. She knows exactly what I want and she swings her leg over me and positions herself above me. I reach up and grabbing her hips pull her down. I spread her cheeks and begin to lick her vagina, tongue stabbing as deeply as I can. Her mouth begins to quicken it�s pace as I furiously lick and suck her outer lips.
She pushes herself down on me and I drink in her juices as they pour out of her vagina. She begins to gasp and her actions slow on my cock. I continue to lick and suck, knowing that she is close to orgasm. She pushes even farther back onto my mouth and her body begins to shudder.
Suddenly she wraps her hand around me and begins to furiously pump the shaft. I press upwards with my hips, feeling my own orgasm approach. We cum together, her juices pouring into my mouth. Mine shoot out and she places her mouth over the head of my dick. We swallow and drink in each other greedily. I am spent but her body demands more and I continue to suck her. My mouth is full over her vagina and I drink in her juices. She begins to scream as I stab my tongue deeper and deeper into her.
She shudders and her body drops flat onto mine. In a minute she moves off of me and she again takes her place at my side. We kiss and I taste myself on her, as I am sure she is experiencing her own juices. It is not an entirely unpleasant sensation. Our tongues meet and our cum is mingled together.
She throws her leg over my body again and presses against my still hard cock. I reach up and grab her hips and pull her down on me. She immediately begins to rock back and forth, pressing herself hard against me. I reach up and cup both her breasts in my hands and gently squeeze and caress. She throws her head back and her breath quickens. Rocking, rocking, rocking, her vaginal fluid soaking me. I pull her forward and we kiss.
She straightens her legs and in one movement we roll over, never parting. I raise myself and move slowly and deeply in and out of her. She brings her legs forward, wrapping them behind me, pulling me deeper into her satiny, wet depths.
I move my head down and kiss her. First her lips, cheeks, and forehead. Then I kiss her neck smelling the remnants of her perfume, Chantilly. Gina turns her head and I kiss behind her left ear, pausing to suck and nibble her ear lobe. She moans and I feel her legs pulling me in. Deeper and deeper I thrust, never varying my pace.
She turns her head and I kiss the other side of her neck briefly before turning my attention to her right ear. It is a very sensitive spot and I know that it drives her wild. She begins to whimper and moan, a sure sign she is about to cum again. I speed up my pace slightly. She begins to shake again, her voice growing louder and stronger with each thrust. I feel the pressure building in me and soon wave after wave of ecstatic feeling shoots through me. Hot semen pours out of me and into her. She cries out in joy as her own orgasm matches mine.
"Oh, Bill! Oh, god!"
We collapse into each other�s arms. I lay on top of her until I grow soft. I roll to the side laying on my back. She snuggles in beside me after pulling the sheet over us. I reach out and turn off the lamp beside the bed.
My hand reaches down and touches her backside and I pull her closer into me. We lay silent for a long time, our skin still sweaty from lovemaking.
She whispers, "Hun?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Remember when I was sick and you said you could feel my pain and stuff? You said they were sympathy pains."
"Yeah."
"Do you still do that? You never say anything about it anymore."
"You know I haven�t done that in a long time."
"I wonder why?"
"Maybe because there�s no more pain in you."
She was silent for awhile.
When she spoke next it was barely a whisper. "I think you may be right."
"Um hm."
"It�s like you gave me� I don�t know. You gave me� a new beginning."
