Chapter 37

Thanksgiving morning; I awakened to daylight with Ellen curled against me, gently caressing my chest. I turned my head slightly and gently kissed her forehead; she quickly moved up and gave me a kiss on the lips. Minty-fresh breath; one of has been up and at least brushed our teeth.

“How are you doing this morning, sweetheart?” I asked her.

“Absolutely wonderful,” was her cheerful answer.

“Not sore, no regrets, no issues?”

I should have known that asking a question would open the flood gates; at least all I needed to do for the next few minutes was to make a couple grunts and sounds to let her know I listening. She felt great, last night was amazing, I had made her ‘best behavior’ goals; but she wasn’t letting me go anytime soon. She quickly wound down enough that we could talk; her stretching sensuously next me and wrapping herself around brought on my morning wood with a vengeance; I had to excuse myself to visit the bathroom. I was told to hurry back; she wasn’t done with me and would be waiting.

Relieved, cleaned, refreshed, and back in bed; she had a few more questions, then made it evident she would like to explore more; not just my body, but also my mental state. She knew about me from talking to Karen and Angie, and both of their moms; my ears should have at least been smoking at times, if not actually on fire. She loved rubbing against me and playing with my now almost painful erection; when I rolled us over with me on top, she smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around me.

“I was hoping you wanted more,” she giggled; “I definitely do. Can we make love this morning? Take our time and just enjoy being intimate?”

“Of course darling,” I replied with a smile; “most of the time I prefer that to simply fucking our brains out. That has its appeal, but I would really like to make love to you.”

I don’t think I need to get into the details; but while it started slow and gentle, she quickly wanted a little more, then a lot more. If a little bit of something is good, then more is better; a lot better turned into her on top wearing my ass out!

An indeterminate time later; who in their right mind would be watching the clock; she collapsed on me and we both quivered and shook during our final spasms. I must have done good again; it took several minutes before she slowly disengaged with a faint moan and moved to my side.

“Most of the girls I’ve talked to about sex, have said it would take a while before I enjoyed this; boy, were they wrong,” she murmured. “I don’t ever want to give this up.”

“You don’t have to give it up, or settle for less; you just need to find the right guy,” I mumbled. “You know what I’ve told all the other girls; communication with your lover is the key. If you aren’t comfortable talking about sex with your lover; then maybe it’s too early in a relationship to be that intimate,” I said in a firmer voice, caressing her. “I guess you knowing what you want at the moment is the deciding factor; casual sex can be good, but it always leaves me wanting.”

“Wanting?”

“I’ve had fairly casual sex with a woman I didn’t know all that well; it was nice but I think I was missing a real connection to a her. Getting to know her, how she feels and thinks about stuff, what’s important to her; that kind of thing. The couple dalliances I’ve had were at the prompting of women I knew and trusted; not something I really wanted. I know, I could have said ‘no’; but I think that would create other problems, at least for her.”

I seemed to have opened another floodgate; we talked about that for several more minutes while we returned to normal. It took getting up and showering together before we got away from talking about sex. We dressed casually, she enjoyed me making breakfast, then we curled up on the couch and watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade on TV; discussing what would probably happen at the Brook’s.

Ellen had known Angie for quite a while, and knew she and JB were going to get married in the future; it seemed everyone knew that. Ellen also thought that JB formally proposing to Angie, and putting a ring on her finger, was a good thing. We were in the middle of that conversation when she got a phone call; which turned out to be from Karen. The part of the conversation I heard was obviously positive and had Ellen giggling and laughing several times. It turned a little serious when Ellen turned to me and asked what JB and I had said to Allen, Karen’s date the evening before. Karen’s concern stemmed from the fact that she almost didn’t get a kiss at the end of their date, and Allen kept talking about JB and me. I finally explained that we had told Allen that we had heard about ladies possibly being mis-treated around the college, and were really concerned about it.

I never had to talk to Karen on the phone directly; but immediately afterwards Ellen and I discussed the rumors she had heard, and possible ways to handle it. She finally agreed that someone in a position of authority at the college should be informed; Ellen said she would talk to all her friends about it, and we pretty much left it at that.

Of course we made out on the couch a little bit, that didn’t go very far because she had absolutely worn me out. Again a bit of a talk about sex; mostly concerning the limitations of man, at least this one; and ‘No’, her being aroused just sitting on the couch with me wasn’t a bad thing. I did point out we weren’t just sitting on the couch; there was a fair amount of kissing, caressing, and fondling going on; and I was aroused also. I just couldn’t do much of anything about it. ‘Tonight’...; I promised her.

Eventually we got dressed and headed to dinner with the Brooks; which ended up being great, and an excellent afternoon. The ladies spent most of the day talking, and the guys watching football; the Bronco’s outlasted the Lions, and the Cowboy’s came back and beat the Redskins with their backup quarterback after Roger Staubach got injured. JB getting on his knees and proposing to Angie just before dinner was a hit; and the preliminary planning of the wedding gave the ladies something new to talk about. After dinner I kept wandering back and forth the between the guys and the football game, and the ladies and the wedding talk; mostly making sure Ellen was doing okay.

I was surprised when during one of those trips I was cornered by Angie in front of everyone; and given a hug, a serious kiss, and a ‘Thank you’.

“I know you are getting blamed for a couple things; you are getting the credit for this one,” Angie smiled at me.

“Not guilty,” I pled when I could talk; “or I’m sorry; whichever is more appropriate, and will get me out of this.” That got all the ladies in the room laughing.

“We all know that before meeting you, JB would never have thought about proposing like he did. Thank you.”

“Okay; not guilty and I’m sorry,” was my reply. “He has been thinking about it, just wasn’t exactly sure how and when to do it. And now you are not just officially engaged, but stuck with him.”

More laughs and agreements from the others; I did get a nice hug and kiss from Ellen before I escaped; with a whisper that I had done good. The whole afternoon was excellent; during one of my trips to the ladies I mentioned that JB and I could be in Dress Blues, or suits or tuxedos. I was sure that with a bit of planning he and I could come up with a formal military ‘guard’, maybe with a ‘Arch of Swords’ for them to walk under after the ceremony. That generated a new bunch of ideas; it’s a good thing the wedding is not going to be for at least one year, and maybe two.

The guy’s talk centered around the football, and how well the music business was going. The ‘no-name band’ had been doing better and better, with lots of appearances and bookings; again JB and I were invited to join in whenever we wanted. And they had recorded a new cassette to sell, would like to record a few new songs with us and the band. We also talked about JB and I performing in the bar in Beaufort, what to expect and what to be careful about. Some of the talk was about me going overseas, and the possibility of JB going; and what the future might hold for us all. It was a very pleasant afternoon; after a second feeding frenzy we all ran out of energy; and Ellen and I headed back to her apartment, this time with my bags.

We got back to her apartment well after dark; Ellen kept talking about what a good time she had. We talked about that for while on the couch; when she slipped her shoes and socks off, leaned back into the corner of the couch, and put her feet in my lap; I knew what to do for the next several minutes. “I’m going to tell all the girls about this,” she whispered, “you need to tell all the guys; this is the way to a woman’s heart.” Then she giggled; “Or maybe the way into her panties. If I was wearing some; I’d be taking them off about now.”

This time, she wanted some teasing and gentle love-making. I massaged her feet and up her legs, then her torso and up the rest of her body. I took my time and enjoyed the journey; when I got my body up to where I could kiss her and nibble her neck and ears, she got serious about it. “Get those shorts off and put your cock in me,” she huskily panted, reaching for me; “I need it, I need it bad!”

I eased my way into her wetness and we started off gentle, but again that didn’t last long. She kept saying ‘more’ and ‘harder’, I ended up trying to hammer her through the couch. I was just able to hold off during her first orgasm; we paused with me buried inside her just long enough for my peak to recede; then went at it again. I was able to hold off long enough to join her the second time; we both shook and trembled through it, holding each other tight.

“I’m trying hard not to say ‘I love you’,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay; I love you too. I think it’s possible to love several people at once. Maybe in different ways and at different levels, but it’s more than simple affection I feel for you. I try to be careful who I connect with; I almost need to take care of the people I care for, make sure they are okay; but I also know I won’t be there for them all the time.”

“Angie and Karen, and Karen’s mother told me about that, about you,” she continued, moving gently under me. “I’ll take whatever you can give me, whenever you can. I know you don’t want to get married or have children, that you want to travel and experience everything you can. That’s okay with me; I’m hoping we’ll be intimate friends for a long time.”

“We can do that, but you know I’ll want you to go out with other guys. Hopefully you’ll find somebody you ‘click’ with; someone that fascinates you, and they can’t get enough of you.”

“I know that about you, too,” she softly said; “let’s just cuddle for a while.”