Jan

then moved on to cover my entire face before pulling back a bit so she could look into my eyes.

Smiling, she softly said 'You have done so much for me, and I owe you so much that I could never begin to pay you back.'

When I started to speak, she placed a finger on my lips to silence me, and then continued 'I know: you don't think you've done that much, and don't think I owe you anything, and don't see any reason for me to 'pay' you back. That is one of the things that you've done for me: you've taught me what it's like to care for someone that much, that you don't keep any kind of 'score' about who had done what for who. You've taught me what it really means to love someone; love them enough to want to be a better person, so that you feel like you deserve them. You've taught me what trust and honor and integrity are, and what courage is, and so many other things that so many people talk about without knowing what they really are. No, I know you're not perfect; I don't think I could stand it – or you – if you were. But your faults, and they are few as far as I'm concerned, are small enough, and special enough, that they only serve to make you a 'real' person, and not some ideal or caricature. I've thought a lot about what you said about what might happen if my parents found out about us. I still hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, then it is you that I will side with, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to them. Yes, they are my parents, and I love them – but only to the degree that they actually love me. I don't have any ill will to them; but because they defaulted on their responsibility to truly love me, they have forfeited any claim to my love for them. You have taught me that, and I love you for it, because by knowing that, I am free and able to give you my love, in full measure for the love that you have given me. Jan told me what the law was about us making love; that you chose to ignore it in order to make me happy makes me feel honored and special – particularly because of what your real concerns were about it. No matter how small you might think the chances of your getting into trouble are, the fact remains that if the worst were to happen, you would spend too much time behind bars with people that would not treat you well. That you were willing to take that risk, for me, tells me volumes about how much you love me, and truly care about me. To know that I am that important to you gives me a confidence and sense of worth so much higher than I would have known otherwise; it is because of all that you have taught me, by your example, that I have learned what high values they are that you hold. It is because of those values, and your example, that I have been able to become the kind of person that I want to be. What you have done for me has been to not only show me what a better person can be like, but to help me become one, myself. It is for allowing, and even helping, me to raise myself up like that that I recognize the debt – yes, to you, but even more, to others, to help them see what is possible, and how to achieve it.'

Satisfied that I wasn't going to speak yet, she removed her finger from my lips. Again resting on her elbows, she used her hands to softly hold my face as she went on 'I love you. Because of what I've learned from you, I don't say that as a claim on you, but in recognition OF you, and who and what you are. I know that you love me too, for the same reasons, and I am pleased and honored by it. You told me that you worried about the difference in our ages. That difference between us is far less important than our similarities, and even less important than the care and concern we have for each other. You have chosen to claim the good in life, while minimizing the bad; I beg you to please do the same with me, and our relationship – enjoy what we have, make the best of it, and pay the price willingly when it comes due. But until that time, let us savor our time together. After all, the future is not for us to know – we may have forty joyous years together, or one of us may be run over by a bus a week from now. We don't know which it will be, so let's not get too worked up about what might be, and simply enjoy what is. Don't worry yourself about what could happen to or for me if I didn't have you.

Instead, honor and respect my choice to spend my time with you; I don't do it for you, but for me. I love you. I want to spend as much time with you – as friend, as lover, as anything you will have me as – not for you, but for me. The kind of person you are makes me happy and content, and I want to keep feeling that happiness and contentment, and to make you feel happy and contented, too, because that pleases me, as well. I know that's selfish of me, but there it is – as far as you are concerned, I AM selfish. I share you with Jan, now, but I know that it will not be a 'forever' kind of thing. And I know that what you feel for her is different than what you feel for me. For that reason, I am content to share you with her, physically, for now; and emotionally and spiritually, for as long as we're all alive. But like I said, I do it for ME, and no one else.'

Having said her piece, she waited, giving me a chance to speak, as well.

I thought about what she'd said, and couldn't find any fault or flaw in it; quite the opposite, in fact.

'Fair enough, Kelly. You're right, I do love you for the very reasons you said. And you've more than proven your right to make your own decisions; and you've more than made your case for me to respect your right to choose for yourself what to do with your life; believe it or not, I DO respect your right to choose for yourself. The biggest reason I have for hesitating about a lot of this stuff is personal: my first – and only – marriage was an absolute disaster. It left me with a lot of hurt feelings, and emotional scars, and I'm not all that sure that I'm really over it. The other reason is that I'm more than happy to be responsible for ME; taking on anyone else is something I have to consider very carefully before I proceed – much as I did with you, and like I did with Jan. Yes, I understand that you're taking responsibility for yourself; I only ask that you understand that it's going to take me a little time to adjust to you being as mature and thoughtful as you are.'

'I can understand about it taking time; I know that sometimes *I'm* still not sure about it. But we both know what the situation is, now, so as long as we can talk about it, we can work it out. I'm sorry to hear about your marriage, because of the affect it's had on you; I know you well enough to believe that you don't equate me with her.'

That said, she kissed me on the lips again, softly, before inching her way down my body, placing random kisses and small love nips as she moved. That she was careful to wiggle around, using her nipples to make random patterns on my skin as she went helped arouse me. A lot.

By the time she reached my penis, it was fully erect, twitching in time with my heartbeats. She admired her handiwork a bit, then looked up at me with a grin before giving it a long, slow, wet lick from scrotum to glans. With her tongue still on it, she edged forward slightly, and lowered her head until she was able to wrap her lips around it, just behind the head. Holding there for a few moments, she swirled her tongue around the head, thoroughly wetting it, before 'walking' her lips down my length, until she had taken nearly three-quarters of me into her mouth. She stopped then, and wiggled her tongue on the bottom side of my member, tickling me and making me even harder. When she tasted the drops of pre-cum that escaped the end, she slowly withdrew, with a rhythmic, gentle sucking as she went. After all but the glans had left her mouth, she again twirled her tongue around it before opening her lips enough to let it slide free. After that, she went about licking me, getting me thoroughly wetted with her tongue, Satisfied with her handiwork, she raised herself up, and knee-walked her way forward, until her pubic hair brushed the end of my erection, and she was poised with the opening of her vagina pressing against me. Taking me in her hand, she almost literally impaled herself on me – much to my surprise, she was already wet enough inside that I slid in readily, despite the tightness. When she finally came to rest, her hair was merged with mine, and I could feel the pressure of her mons on my pubic bone. Holding herself steady, she carefully, and deliberately, squeezed her internal muscles several times, as though she were somehow savoring the fullness she was experiencing. Once satisfied, she started moving, sliding herself up and down on me, getting her ample fluids well distributed along my hardness.

It wasn't a fast motion; rather, it was more like she was simply 'priming the pump' for what she expected to happen. Looking down between us, I could plainly see her erect and glistening clitoris at the top of her cleft; and the way her labia were glistening as they stretched around me.

She went on like that for several minutes, before finally settling back down – eyes closed-and resting herself, her hands on my chest. Even 'resting', she continued to make small hunching motions, sliding herself perhaps half and inch or so along me. Finally, she opened her eyes, and looked down at me.

'Tired?', I asked.

She grinned, and said 'Yeah, a little.'

With that, I gestured her into my arms, and spread my legs. She laid on my chest, and moved her legs inside of mine. Ready, I rolled us over, still coupled, so that we ended up with her on her back, and me over her, resting on my elbows. From there, we got our legs rearranged, and after a series of soft kisses, I raised myself up. As we looked into each other's eyes, I began moving myself in her – slow, short strokes at first, then slowly and gradually lengthening and speeding them. As I did, Kelly developed the obvious signs of sexual arousal: a blush across her face and shoulders, areolas puckered, and nipples erect, As my pistoning became more insistent and forceful, she started making grunting noises as our pelvises met, and spread her legs even father to allow me easier – and