"You go ahead, baby! I'll make our drinks!" he finally gasped, raising his warm, loving mouth from hers.
"Not too strong, darling…"
"No… no, don't worry!" he whispered, his hands smoothing down over the fleshy moons of her firmly rounded buttocks, clasping them and drawing her tighter against his rapidly hardening loins. "It'll be just right… just go ahead and do what you were going to…!"
Laura sensed a quiver of growing erotic delight ripple upward over her. She couldn't help but think about it. Was it excitement without dread…? Maybe just a little bit of repulsion at the way he was so lustfully clutching at her buttocks? She thought of him trying to use her… thrusting his hardened maleness up between her defenselessly spread legs…! No… no! Not her darling… not Kevin! He loved her with his whole heart, and she had to rid herself of these terrible…!
"Go ahead, baby! I'll make the drinks…!"
"Okay… okay. I'll be back in a few minutes, Kevin…"
"Take your time! Take all the time you need, angel! I'll be waiting for you!" he enthusiastically exclaimed, backing off with a little dancing jog and clapping his hands together in a gesture he could never remember making in his life.
Laura smiled, sensing an almost maternal feeling sweeping deliciously through her. God, she didn't need any babies… he was all of that as well as lover… the fulfillment of everything in a man she'd ever dreamed of. Then, she said: "I'm going to shower, darling. I'll be a little while."
"I-l won't make the drinks for ten minutes or so," he said. "I'll just give the studio a little house-cleaning… and think about you…"
Laura knew that her smile, as well as the unconcealable depths of her erotic excitement was visible in her eyes and the expression on her face. She even felt as if she were swaying her buttocks alluringly as she left the room! And for once, she didn't try to control the roll of her hips, the rippling feel of her rounded, fleshy buttocks which he had to be watching causing thrilling sparks of additional delight to race through her like the drunkish feel of too much wine! And certainly, she hadn't drunk that much in one glass! No! No! What she was experiencing was the inflamed beauty of love… yes, sexual anticipation… the very intoxicant Kevin had insisted would someday sweep her up, and it had!
Ooohhh… he was so far beyond anything she deserved, putting up with her as long as he had, Laura thought, brushing the bedroom door closed behind her and beginning to remove her clothing. There had been other girls for him and she knew it. Her own roommates in school, she felt certain, he'd slept with… probably more, but she didn't and had never felt bad about that. After all, her roommate had introduced them! From that point, he had been on her doorstep nightly… and she waiting for him.
It was written in the cards, wasn't it, Laura thought, smiling at the inadequate phrase she'd thought of as she quickly shed her clothes and walked nakedly across the room. They'd loved each other from the beginning, yet, she couldn't help but wonder what his thoughts might have been had he really known the nature of the girl he'd fervently kissed and whispered his love to. The poor darling… and what a dream he'd been all through her shamefully inhibited sexual performances. Well… this time it was going to be different! It was! Because she was determined to make it so! Laura Barkley was dead! A new girl, one with real desire, had slipped into her body!
She went to her closet to get a robe and abruptly decided against it. Why should she? She was in her own bedroom, her own home, and with no one but her own husband to walk in on her. If she were really going to try, the unnecessary modesty routines she had been clinging to in front of her husband had better be the first to go! And damn, didn't it feel deliciously thrilling to walk around naked, though?
Laura smiled to herself as she thought of the way her words and tone of voice had quickly brought Kevin to her on his knees. It had delighted her to see the unhideable glimmer of lust turn-on in him. For a moment, she stood there purposely leading her mind along lewd paths. She visualized him standing by and watching her… and she would climb onto the bed, offering him a sensual view of swayingly hardened breasts, and completely naked buttocks with a fleeting peek at her curl-fringed vaginal-lips…!
The naked young wife realized then that she was flushing a deep scarlet at her own thoughts and she easily wiped them from her mind. She moved quickly into the bathroom trying to ignore the shame her lurid mental pictures had unwantedly brought. She tucked her wealth of black hair inside the shower-cap and as she did so, her dark-eyes caught sight of her own sensuously white curves reflecting nakedly in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, an unfamiliar little sensation of desire rippling over her shapely young body.
Damn, she did have an enviable figure… if only she could blend the necessary sensuality to go with it, she confusedly thought, admiring her firm young curves, the fullness of her breasts with their tiny, berry-like nipples, and the narrowness of her hand-span waist. She let her eyes trail down over the generous, sweeping arch of her hips into the long, white columns of fully rounded thighs and calves. She couldn't deny that there was something hedonistically fascinating in the ivory-like outline her swim-suit halter left across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping at her smoothly ovalled buttocks… nor the milky-white of her hips and lower tummy where the silken triangle of sparse, coal-black curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little pubic mound and vaginal lips, which at that moment was inspiring an unusual tingling at the base of her soft, flat belly.
Again, she smiled to herself, pleased at the aroused stimulation she was experiencing. She stepped into the shower stall and quickly regulated the water, the finely spraying needles against her naked, satin-soft flesh, adding to her sensations. But though rare, to reach this point of arousal wasn't unique for her, the almost desperately trying young wife reasoned… it was what inevitably must follow which rapidly destroyed her erotic illusions… that moment of truth when he nakedly crawled between her obscenely widespread legs and hung there above her committing the animalish act of probing at her sensitive, cringing vaginal mouth, then the actual thrusting of its heavy hardness up into her!
God! Would she ever be able to overcome that horrible feel of total debasement? Oh, she had to… had to! But already, just the mere thought was like being doused with iced water, her excitement of just seconds before lost in an uncontrollable rising wave of nauseous disgust… oh, God, she had to now… simply had to! After committing herself and leading him on… but… but…!
Kevin hummed to himself as he swept through their studio like a diligent Mr. Clean, though his infused mind was far from concentrating on the task at hand. He could still barely believe that it was all shaping up to perfection… and right in the middle of the afternoon! Christ, his cock felt as if it were a foot long, and anything but comfortable, imprisoned inside his tight shorts. He glanced at his watch… five minutes had passed. Hell, enough of this crap… he'd go make the drinks…!
He poured Scotch over ice into two glasses, checked Laura's and decided to add to it. She probably would have only the one and he wanted it to carry some weight. On second thought, he took another glass and poured a healthy shot of the raw liquor into it, then tilted it up to gulp it away. A little reinforcement in his own department was in order, too. Damn, he intended to make this the most beautiful and fulfilling love session for her that any gal ever dreamed of, which, unless he missed his guess, was going to require all the staying-power he could muster. With that lust-firing thought in mind, the young husband spilled a second bracer into the glass and did away with that, the thought striking him that this afternoon was actually going to be the real consummation of their marriage and their love for each other. All that had gone before was merely a semester of educating… preparation for this, the final exam…!