“My God,” I whispered. “I have no words to tell you how sorry I am. Where did you go after the shelter?”
“I lived with Rick. I had no other options and with the steady stream of pills, I didn’t even care where I landed. Unfortunately, the abuse continued and got worse the bigger my belly got. The free clinic kept warning me that I was too far along for rough sex, but Rick didn’t care. To me, I was just a moneymaker.”
“I’m going to kill him,” I seethed. “I will fucking hunt him down and kill him for what he did to you.”
Lisa favored me with a weak smile. “No need. He got himself killed by a rival pimp. But by then I had already given birth and found my way back to the shelter.”
“Ugh, good riddance. But what about before? I heard little Amy was born prematurely?”
Her smile lit up at hearing Amy’s name. “Yes, our little angel was born a month early. My belly had gotten too big for missionary sex, so my ‘customer’ was taking me from behind. He was a big guy and drunk, and when he lost his balance he fell on me, crushing me to the bed. The impact broke my water and I went into labor. Twelve hours later Amy was born looking so tiny and frail I feared she wouldn’t survive. I got to hold her for only minutes before they took her away. I haven’t seen her since.”
“I heard Amy is with a foster family. I swear to you that we’ll get her back if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Getting Amy back is what is helping me get clean. I go to meetings and get tested every week. I got a job with the shelter where you found me, and if I can show a judge that I’m fit to be a mother, I might be able to get her back. But with you here…”
“With me here, we can argue that I’m fit to be Amy’s dad. That should speed everything up. First thing tomorrow, I’ll start looking for a lawyer who can help us!”
For the first time since I saw Lisa at the shelter, she appeared to look truly happy. The thought of getting Amy back just lit up her world. And hearing that Lisa was trying to turn her life around gave me real hope that maybe we could make this work. Feeling positive for the first time this trip, I hit the shower to wash off the remnants of a long day.
Fresh from the shower, I grabbed the remaining robe and slipped it on. I found Lisa aimlessly flipping through channels on the TV. I sat beside her on the bed and leaned in to kiss her. She responded but I felt a hesitancy that I didn’t recognize. Leaning back, I took her hand in mine.
“Too fast?” I asked. “I understand if we need to get reacquainted.”
She looked down at her hands, trying to pick the right words. I could see that her eyes were filling up, ready to spill over.
“I’m afraid,” she began. “I’ve seen things. I’ve done things, horrible things. How could anyone love me after what I’ve done? How could you even want me now?”
“Oh Lisa, my sweet, wonderful Lisa. How could I not still love you? You bore me a daughter, and you survived a horrible experience that I helped cause. I should be asking how you could still want me after I abandoned you.”
Finally, she looked up at me, cheeks wet with tears. “Maybe we’re both broken. But maybe together we can figure this out. Can we try?”
In response, I leaned in and kissed her as tenderly as I could. Her lips felt warm, but not as soft as I’d remembered. Her harsh lifestyle had taken its toll and I knew that she’d need time to fully heal. This time there was no hesitation from Lisa as she hugged me tightly and kissed me back. As her tongue slid sensuously past my lips, I took hold and sucked gently, causing her to moan. I wrapped her in my arms, hugging her, wanting to send a message that I was here to protect her.
Breaking our kiss to catch our breath, I loosened my embrace and looked deep into her eyes.
“Lisa, I can never undo all the bad things that have happened. But know this, I’m here to stay for as long as you want me to, and I will dedicate myself to you and our little Amy.”
She smiled so brightly that it almost made me cry. I could see her eyes were wet again but I wanted this moment to be happy.
I reached out and touched her face, and then lightly drew my fingers down her neck to the small patch of exposed skin that the robe didn’t cover. I felt her shiver at my touch, and my cock lurched in response. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her robe and paused.
“May I?” I asked.
She looked a little scared. With all the sexual abuse she experienced, I imagine it would take time for her to be confident again. She didn’t reply, instead simply nodding her head in assent. Slowly, tenderly, I slipped my hand under her robe, enjoying her warm skin. As I traveled downward, I slid over the slope of her breast until I reached her nipple. It felt like a little rubbery nub waiting to be woken, so I massaged it with my finger, feeling it plump. As I passed my palm over her areola, she moaned and pressed herself harder against my hand. By now my cock was a steel post hiding under my robe.
“Are you okay, baby?” I whispered. “Am I going too fast?”
In response, she slipped her hand inside my robe, seeking my cock. As her fingers softly grasped my shaft, it was my turn to moan with pleasure.
She squeezed me and said, “Not too fast at all. Holding your hard penis reminds me of a happier time.”
She stroked me for a minute before taking her hand out and spitting saliva into her palm. I had no idea where that move came from, but when she reached back into my robe and stroked my cock, the warmth of her saliva sliding along my shaft doubled the sensation.
“Oh, Lisa, that feels wonderful,” I moaned.
She smiled wryly and said, “Yeah, I guess I’ve learned a few new tricks this past year.”
“I love how good your hand feels, but if you go much farther, I’ll ruin the inside of my robe. And I want to give you everything I have tonight.”
She made one final rub over the top of my glans, feeling the slippery pre-cum, before removing her hand. I reached to untie the belt of her robe but she put her hand on mine, stopping me.
“I want to do this. I need to do this. But I have to warn you. My body isn’t like you remember it. Between the drugs and the abuse, I’m afraid I’m not that cute little cheerleader you fell in love with anymore.”
“Please don’t even think that. I’ll love all of you no matter what. When I look at you, all I’ll ever see is the young woman I fell for.”
She smiled, which made me smile. Leaning back, she untied her robe, allowing it to partially open. This exposed her magnificent breasts, all soft and round with pale, pinkish nipples forming stiff little peaks. I sighed at the sight, seeing what had been in my dreams for the past year. Still not believing I had an opportunity to see her naked again. I leaned forward and cupped each breast.
The feeling sent shivers through me. The soft warmth, the hard points poking my palms, and just knowing I was with Lisa almost made me ejaculate uncontrollably. Lisa moaned softly as I massaged her breasts, and I saw that her eyes were closed, savoring the feeling. Her lips were slightly parted, and I kissed her, wanting to increase the pleasure for us both. My cock was leaking pre-cum, and I was desperate to do more.
“Lisa, sweetheart, can you stand up, so I can remove your robe?”
With eyes still closed, she nodded her head and stood. The robe fell completely open, exposing most of her body. I grasped the robe and helped her pull her arms out before tossing it aside. I quickly shed my robe and for the first time in almost a year, Lisa and I were naked together.
I won’t say I was shocked by what I saw. But I was deeply saddened by the abuse ravaged across her skin. There were various scars from old injuries and even some fresh bruises from a more recent encounter. She had lost weight, with her ribs just visible beneath her ivory skin. Her beautiful blonde pubic hair was unkempt and nothing like how she preferred to groom herself. From the back, I found more of the same, plus two small circular scars that I feared may have been cigarette burns. The horror this poor woman had to endure was caused by her father and her boyfriend, the two men in her life who should have done everything to protect her.
I looked at Lisa’s face and saw that her eyes were still closed, but now tears were streaming down her cheeks. She knew she looked beat up and feared I would no longer find her attractive. But despite these imperfections, the essence of Lisa was still there. For me, her beauty still shone with full force.
I took her into my arms and put my lips to her ear and whispered, “Lisa, my sweet lovely Lisa, you are as perfect and beautiful as the day we met. I am so honored to be with you. I love you with my entire being.”
I felt her body collapse at hearing my words as she began sobbing uncontrollably. But this time they were tears of relief, knowing that what we had could still be salvaged. I helped her to the bed, where we both lay, facing each other. This was my first real opportunity to take a long look into the cobalt eyes that I lost myself in on her first day of work. Nothing could rob her of these dark blue windows into her soul.
“Hi there, stranger,” I whispered. “I’m so happy we found each other again.”
She smiled back, reaching out to touch my face, and replied, “When I saw you tonight in the shelter, I thought I was hallucinating. After all these months, it just didn’t seem possible. But you came for me, and I’ll love you forever for that.”
I allowed my fingers to trail down her hip until I reached the soft fuzziness of her pubic hair. Cupping her entire pussy in my palm, I gently squeezed and massaged, feeling her heat. My lips went to her nipples, kissing and sucking on each, feeling their hardness against my tongue.
“Jesus, that feels good,” I heard her moan. “No one has treated me tenderly for a long time.”
My fingers probed her labial folds, smearing around the oily wetness within. Up and down through her cleft, I moved, savoring her slippery warmth. Using two fingertips, I massaged the hard nub of her clitoris, and her response was immediate. She cried out with joy and raised her hips, trying to press herself harder against my finger. Seeing and hearing her pleasure had my cock hard enough to break rocks, and I knew I’d need some relief soon. Sliding my fingertips lower, I found the hot, moist entry to her vagina. At my touch, she moaned again and wiggled her hips. Gently, I slipped my finger inside her velvet sleeve, enjoying the sensation.
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