she reacted by starting her own orgasm, causing her anus to clamp down on the base of my still-spewing erection. The tightness of it was almost enough to stop my flow – ALMOST enough to stop it. I'd delayed too many times, and the sensations she was giving me were simply too much, and after only a momentary delay, I continued to fire shot after shot of hot juice into her, holding myself inside her until her spasms had passed, as well.
Exhausted, and thoroughly drained, I pulled my wilting member from her, and nearly collapsed on the blankets, my head fortunately landing on one of the pillows as I closed my eyes. After a bit, I felt her get up, then heard her leave. The sound of water running, and then she was back, wiping my face with a damp cloth before moving down to clean my now-shriveled and slightly sore penis. Opening my eyes, I could see the affection and care and concern on her face as she attended to me; and when she saw that I was watching, she smiled at me with a depth of love I'd rarely seen on anyone's face.
Once finished with her tasks, she quietly lay next to me, half on, half off my body. Snuggling into me, she simply lay there, letting me slowly drift off to sleep. When I woke up again, she'd moved to the other side of me, but assumed much the same position; glancing up at the clock, I could see that we still had just short of an hour and a half before the earliest we could expect Jan and the boys to return. Plenty of time to get the coroner here for me.
When I tried to move a little, she realized I was awake again, and quickly sat up, looking tenderly down at my face. Looking into her eyes, I could see the concern she had for me.
I smiled up at her, and teased her, saying 'First you try to kill me, and NOW you're getting worried?'
Those beautiful eyes of hers crinkled as she grinned, and answered 'Well, you DID say I was in control; if you're not up to the work, then don't take the job!' giving as good as she got.
I laughed, and said, 'If I'd known I was going to work for an insatiable slave-driver, I wouldn't have!'
She blushed a bit, and laughed in return, asking me 'Was I *really* insatiable?'
'If not, you didn't miss it by much. No, it's just that you're young and feisty, and I'm old and worn out, is all.'
'After giving me, what – five? – orgasms, and climaxing yourself only twice – and one of those early on – denying yourself orgasms so that you could give me more of them, you're going to try and tell me you're old and worn out? I don't think so! If anything, you're mature, and reasoned in your actions. You've given me more pleasure in the last' – she glanced at the clock – 'four and a half hours than I've experienced in the previous fifteen years.'
Continuing, she said 'Laying here, I realized that I've asked more from you than I've asked from anyone in my life – not just the making love part of it, but the emotional and spiritual part, too; and the only reason you've hesitated to give it to me was because you cared enough to not to want to overload me, or let me get into a situation you knew I couldn't handle. You've taught me things – not just the sex stuff – that I wouldn't have even guessed at for a long time – if ever. Even the stuff I kinda-sorta knew, I didn't have words for – until you gave them to me. Even if I accept that the emotional and mental gifts you've given me haven't cost you anything – which I'm not sure I believe – then the physical gifts cost you time and energy. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for those gifts, or how happy and satisfied and just plain-old good you've made me feel.'
'If I was to get run over by a bus tomorrow, I'd die knowing that I'd at least experienced a taste of life, if not it's full flavor. I'd die happy, because I would KNOW what love is, and what it's like to love someone else and be loved BY them. No, that old and worn out crap isn't going to fly, this time. I wore you out – physically, at least, if not more.' she ended, crying.
'Kelly?'
'What?' she blubbered.
'Kelly, it's not you, okay?'
'What do you mean, it's not me?'
'It's not you that wore me out.'
'What, you did it all by yourself?' she asked, sniffling.
'No. But you didn't do it, either.'
'Then why the hell did you damn near pass out? Why the hell were you sleeping for so long, then?'
'Because WE wore me out. Not you, not me, we.'
'What do you mean?'
'If I hadn't been there, I couldn't have gotten worn out. If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have had any reason TO get worn out. So, it wasn't you and it wasn't me, it was us – together. You gave me the inspiration, but it was MY decision to put so much effort into it. So there's no reason for you to feel bad. If anything, I figure that I should be thanking you, for giving me the chance to get such a wonderful aerobic workout!' I teased.
She'd stopped crying, but her nose was still a little runny – she still looked lovely to me, in spite of it – and when she finally started laughing, she made a snuffling noise that embarrassed her, and made her laugh even more. Grabbing a tissue from the table at the end of the couch, she blew her nose, and then used a cloth to wipe her face before lying back down, next to me, and putting her arm across my chest.
'Kelly?'
'Yes?'
'Thank you.'
'For what?'
'For this experience we've had this afternoon. It's been a long, long time since I, uh, was physical with a virgin, or someone as willing to learn and experience as you. The last time I was with a virgin, I was young enough that I didn't have the wisdom to do it, or enjoy it, properly. You've given me a chance to make up for that foolishness, and it's for that that I thank you.'
'It was my pleasure!' she giggled into my side.
'I'm glad to hear that. And what you said about what you say I've taught you?'
'Yeah?'
'Thank you for letting me know that you were listening, and that it not only had an impact, but a good one. It's nice to be able to see the results, sometimes.'
I could feel her smiling into my side, and she said, 'It's okay. I didn't mean to blow up like that, but you kinda got me going.'
'Fair enough. We're back to where we were before, then? My feelings aren't hurt, and yours aren't?'
'Nope.'
'Good. We've had too good of a time this afternoon' – 'Damn straight!' -
'to be upset with each other.'
We lay like that, comfortable with each other, for a little while, until I noticed that we only had a little under an hour before the 'early' deadline.
It seemed that Kelly was a little tired, as well – I had to say her name a couple of times before she woke up, and answered me.
'I'm sorry to say it, but we're running out of time, dear. I think we can probably squeeze in a shower – together, if you want – and get the place straightened up before everyone gets back.'
She groaned, but said, 'Yeah, I suppose we have to. Shower together, you said?' she asked, perking up.
'Yes, but we'll have to keep the grab-assing down to a minimum, though!'
Sitting up, she managed to fake a tolerable 'indignant' look while she replied 'I never grab-ass!'
I snorted, and said, 'Sure – unless you think you can get away with it!'
– and completely destroying her effort to look serious, as she started laughing, with me joining her.
Reluctantly, we both got up, and headed for the shower. Yes, there was some grab-assing – both figuratively and literally – by both of us, but we did manage to keep it to a minimum – the one shower only took us half an hour. We dried off quickly (well, kinda quickly), and were soon back in the den, dressing, and then cleaning up the area we'd used, and opening some windows to help thin the light, but distinct, smell of sex.
That done, we had time enough to get ourselves a couple of sodas and get involved in a movie on TV before everyone got back shortly before 7:00.
When they came in, Jan's eyes immediately went to Kelly, who met her look, and nodding slightly. Jan's eyes got large as saucers, and she looked over at me with something akin to awe in her eyes. As the boys started to tell me about their soccer practice, and then the movie they'd been to see, Jan and Kelly eased their way back to her room, where I could hear the door close. I, of course, was going to be one of the topics of discussion; I'd pretty
