When their trembling, passion-riddled bodies finally recovered from their shattering orgasms, they drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, locked in each other's arms.
For the remainder of the weekend. Grant and Libby spent every minute in the bed or on the terrace, leaving only long enough to go down to the kitchen and prepare light meals.
When Sunday arrived, Grant was quiet and seemed troubled. Libby could feel tat his thoughts were miles away, and it bothered her because she was very fond of the handsome man.
'Libby,' he suddenly asked when they were sitting quietly on the terrace, 'would you go away with me?'
'Go away with you?'
'Yes,' he continued, not looking at her. 'I'm the president of Darwood Construction Company, and because of our many overseas contracts, I must spend most of my time abroad. Our main office is in Paris, and I must return next Wednesday. I want you to go with me.'
'But, Grant,' she answered softly, 'I can't do that.'
'Why not?' was his reply.
'Honey,' she smiled, 'have you forgotten that I have a baby?'
'No,' he replied. 'I want to take the baby with us.'
'This is crazy,' was her confused reply.
'It's not crazy,' he argued. 'I've been thinking about it for the past two days and it really makes sense.'
'But, Grant,' asked the girl, 'why do you want me to go with you?'
'Because,' he replied slowly, 'I think you're the most exciting girl I've ever met. I even think I love you, and I've never thought about love before.'
'But…' she began.
'I know,' he interrupted. 'I know that I'm old enough to be your father, but I'm in a good financial position, and I can give you and your daughter a fine life.'
'Grant,' Libby replied in a soft firm voice, 'I'm only eighteen years old, but one thing that I've learned in my short life is that I'm a free spirit. I could never stand to be tied down.'
'But I don't intend to tie you down,' he pleaded. 'It's your free spirit that makes you so exciting. We don't have to get married. Just come with me and see if it could work out.'
'Honey,' she smiled, placing her small hand over his, 'I don't want anyone to own me.'
'I don't want to own you,' was his argument. 'All right,' she giggled. 'What would you say if I was in a horny mood and met some stud and wanted to let him fuck me?'
He stared at her for a long time.
'See,' she continued. 'I must be free. I'm being honest about it. Forever is a long time, and I don't ever want to feel guilty about what I might do.'
'You're a very honest girl, Libby,' he said.
'You do understand how much my freedom means to me, don't you?' Libby smiled to him.
'Yes, Libby,' he smiled softly. 'And I promise not to take it away from you. Will you come with me?'
'Honey,' she said in a confused voice, 'this is all so sudden. I don't have clothes to wear. I just can't grab up my baby and run away.'
'Look,' he argued. 'I'll have my secretary go out and select some proper clothes for traveling, and when we get to Paris, we'll buy you and the baby a whole new wardrobe. You'll love it over there.'
Libby giggled, 'It sounds exciting.'
'Honey,' he quietly asked, 'How do you feel about me?'
'I think you're the most wonderful man I've ever met,' was her honest answer.
'Will you go to Paris with me?'
'Yes.'
Libby's family was stunned when she got home and told them the news.
'I can't believe that you're leaving,' smiled Patty. 'But it is a wonderful opportunity for you.'
'Shit,' grumbled Whirley Bird. 'When you're gone, we'll only have Pat to fuck.'
'You rotten bastard!' Pat laughed, playfully swatting him across the ass. 'If you keep talking like that, you won't even have Pat to screw.'
They all laughed at the girl's remark.
'I'll sure miss all of you,' sighed Libby. 'You've been a real family to me.'
'And we'll sure miss that juicy little cunt of yours!' Turk shouted from the kitchen.
'I'll bet you will,' Libby called back to him. Then quickly taking her dress off, she flung herself onto the bed.
'Come on, guys,' she giggled. 'Let me show you how to play the thirty-stroke marathon fuck game.'
Later that night, when an exhausted Whirley Bird was the final one to shoot off into her sperm-drenched cunt, Libby smiled over at Patty.
'Now that I've taught you the game,' she giggled, 'you guys can play it with Pat.'
'Oh, shit,' Pat laughed. 'My poor cunt will never replace your little fuck machine.'
Wednesday night the family was at the airport to wave good-bye as Libby, clutching the baby in her arms, walked up the ramp with Grant Darwood to board Flight 16 to Paris.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Two years later they were married.
Grant legally adopted little Patty, and the three of them moved to a lovely old house just outside of Paris. Libby kept her girlish figure and temperament as the years passed on. Deeply in love with Grant, she still had a few of her outside sex orgies that he quietly ignored.
One evening when she was hornier than usual, Libby had gone down to a little cellar bar on Place Pigalle where she presented a free fuck show on a table. Laughing and squealing with glee, she took on several men to the audience's big delight. When she got home and told Grant about it, he just smiled and thanked her for her honesty.
Then there was that time in Rome when she spent a full weekend in a hotel with four bullfighters. Grant had been worried to death when she had not come home for two nights, but he was so relieved when she returned that he forgave her when she told him where she'd been. Regardless of her occasional escapades, the best part of those years was the beautiful sex life with her husband. Instead of decreasing in intensity, their bedroom sessions improved with the years.
Regardless of Libby's occasional affairs, she never did anything to embarrass Grant. Their friends and business acquaintances all considered her a sweet vivacious wife, completely loyal to her husband.
Most people considered him to be little Patty's father, and he could not have treated her daughter any better had she been his own flesh and blood. Patty grew up with the security of her loving parents, who always included her in all their activities.
Although their home was in Paris, his business took him all over the world, always accompanied by his wife and daughter. They even spent a few weeks out of the year back in the United States. On one occasion when they stopped in San Francisco, Libby had gone over to see her family, but the old apartment house had been replaced by a parking lot.
Libby and Patty were in New York on her daughter's eighteenth birthday. Grant had flown down to Miami on a two-day business trip and had promised to be back that night to celebrate Patty's birthday.
The young girl was spending the afternoon shopping while her mother was doing some errands. It was agreed that they would meet back at the hotel around five o'clock, and at seven-thirty they would meet Grant's plane and go out to dinner to celebrate the girl's birthday. Libby finished earlier than she had expected and returned to the hotel shortly before one o'clock.
Waiting for the elevator, she noticed two well-built young men standing there. They were probably of college age, in their late teens or early twenties. As they stepped aside to let her enter, the one boy gave a low whistle.
'Thank you for the complimentary whistle,' she said when the door opened.
