“You’re a regular eager beaver,” I told her as the thunder subsided into a rumble of distant echoes.
“A girl scout, yes. And I think my den’s name may have been beavers at that. But it looks to me like you’ve had some training, too.”
“The boy scouts taught me a lot. I’m glad it still shows.”
We talked for hours after the storm passed. Snuggled in our den with our bodies close and generating warmth against the frigid air outside. She’d taken off her glasses long ago. Faint light from the moon allowed me to see enough of her and read her eyes as she spoke while feeling her body tremble at times and quake with laughter at others.
And we pried into each other’s minds with curiosity leading the way and begging to know more. She told me about her first and only boyfriend and their last year of high school before leaving Wyoming. That had been the best year of her life, being raised as a foster child. When the subject turned to Mona, I was frank as a Frank could be.
“Her physical beauty was always a source of amazement to me. She looked so perfect and knew it, too.”
“In love with herself? That can be good.”
“And bad too!” I went on to explain the way I’d been able to rationalize my relationship with Mona.
“She’s a Leo and a true narcissist and never met a mirror she didn’t like. So believe me when I say, to her, I was a little more than a stage prop. I mean…it’s not like the two of us could lie here all night long and talk and not get all wigged out of shape by the situation. Because believe me, if Mona was here, there’d be a lot more drama than I could probably handle.”
“So…it’s better being here with me?”
“Infinitely so!”
That first night we made love I experienced dimensions new to me. I traveled to heights I’d never dreamed existed. Past time and the future and the hereafter were all like creeks and streams and rivers, all connected to the seas and the winds and all the earth and fire, mankind, the beast of the wild, the smallest conceivable stone.
She hummed and she moaned and she encouraged me to take the lead. And wherever I wanted to go, she was with me; every slow motion or wild and frenetic moment along the way. We consummated our union and made a nonverbal pact that we were soul mates and lucky to have found each other.
Considering the odds, we shed tears of joy.
And all the while that I was thinking, it was okay, because I was also feeling. Never had I felt so complete and in harmony and happy to be alive.
“You are wide where I am slender,” she said at one point, “and slender where I am wide.” “You are so deep in many ways,” I said, answering her movements with more thrusts.
The way she opened herself to me so completely left me unrestrained. And the way she climaxed so many times in so many different ways made me want to stay inside her where she liked it best. And I was all over her and then she was all over me. Still we had nothing better to do and no food and nowhere to be but in the present. So we lavished what we had, each other, and let our passions roar with life.
Her firm breasts and large nipples, her playful and exploring tongue and fingers, her moisture, her soft enticing voice, all kept me in a state of constant arousal.
“This is my best first date,” she said as I rode her doggie-style. “Like a dream come true.”
“For me, too.” I pulled her hair back in a tight grip, nibbled at the side of neck and then whispered in her ear. “Now you are mine. Forever!”
“If that’s the way you want it, Matthew, I’m game.”
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