Chapter 2: Lover

When Andy did work up the nerve to invite Marilyn Tuesday for a picnic the next Saturday she accepted. He took precautions, with a towel in the back seat and rubbers in his pocket. Superstitiously, he duplicated the previous time in everything else, even wearing the same clothes -- except for underwear that he couldn’t distinguish. When he got to the field, though, the sun looked awfully hot. He parked in the same place but put the blanket in the shade.

They had a long, wet kiss. Then he got her to turn around. He cupped her breasts and nibbled at her neck and what shoulder the t-shirt didn’t cover.

“You go ahead. I’ve got what I want to eat right here.”

“Silly.” She broke from his hold and sat down. When he sat down across from her, she handed out the food. Okay, so someone else had cooked it and he’d paid for it. Still, that looked to him awfully like a married woman serving dinner to her husband. With the reality beyond his reach, he’d take the illusion.

When they were done, they put all the garbage in the Burger King bag. Marilyn kept back the napkins and put them in her back pocket. She was thinking of the previous picnic and its rainstorm. He’d thought of that, too.

“I’ve got a towel in the car.”

They lay down on their sides and kissed for a while. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and she didn’t complain. Indeed, she sat up to take off her t-shirt. He took off his, too.

“Lie face down,” he told her. He’d been dreaming of this. After unhooking her bra, he kissed her shoulder and neck and then down her spine. She rolled back over, and he kissed up from her waist to her breasts, taking the bra off while he was at it. “You are so lovely,” he told her when her breasts came into view. When he licked and sucked her nipples, they responded to him. She wasn’t only lovely; she was sexy as hell.

He lay on her with his legs between hers to give her a long kiss. While his tongue plundered her mouth, her soft, warm breasts pressed her hard, wet nipples into his chest. He could feel her skin all along the length of her torso. Finally, he kissed down her torso. When he reached her belt, he undid it and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. The process wasn’t as difficult as he’d thought it would be. But her shoes were still on.

He went down to her feet and removed her shoes and socks. He removed his own and let his feet play with hers. Hers looked so small against his. After another kiss, he removed her jeans -- the panties were another step. Now, it would be her turn, but she looked too delightful to leave yet.

“Darling,” he said on the sight of almost all of her. He kissed her breasts. Then they shared another deep kiss. When he rolled onto his back, he pulled her hand with him. He carried it to his belt buckle. With perfect willingness, she unbuckled him and went from there to the button and the zipper. She started to hold his cock, through his briefs, but that would bring him off in his pants. “That’s too much. Just seeing you is already scarily exciting.” She allowed him to move her hand away.

He took a wrapped rubber out of his pocket and set it beside her. Was she willing for this to happen? He looked the question to her and got no refusal. Then he removed the jeans and tossed them to the side. He kissed her mouth briefly, then down to her breasts, then down to her panties. Holding the elastic, he looked for her permission again. She gave more than permission; she raised her midsection in invitation. He pulled the panties down, and then off.

“Darling,” he said. He kissed her mound and, from there, a path to her breasts. He removed his briefs while kissing her sweet mouth. Then he kissed her breasts while kneeling between her knees. Again, she gave her silent permission by moving them further apart. Then he had to get the rubber on. This was harder than the rehearsals, since his hands were shaking, and her eyes were on him. When he looked at her face again, her expression looked nervous. Well, he was scared shitless. Still, he shouldn’t force her.

“Sweet Marilyn.” He dropped down and kissed her breasts. He wanted more now than silent consent. “Should we?” She nodded. He spread her lower lips with his fingers. When his kisses reached her chin, his cock was touching his hand. When he could feel her around his tip, he kissed her nose. Despite the rubber, the warmth enclosing him as he went forward was the finest feeling in his entire life. When he was all the way in, he felt a fierce drive to back out and slide in again.

“Darling, oh sweet,” he managed to hold still to say. “Is it okay? May I move?”

“Sure. I’m fine.” And she even smiled at him while he moved his hips back and forth the way they hungered to move. Then he couldn’t control the hunger. He moved out once more before driving into her and exploding.

“Oh, God!” It was like all his previous orgasms rolled into one. It was glorious; it was magnificent.

It had, he realized slowly, probably not been so good for her. “Oh, Marilyn! I’m sorry.” He’d failed her as a man! He rolled off her and tried to apologize. “I came in a second. It must have been awful for you.”

“Andy,” she responded. “That was my first time. Don’t make my memory of my first time be all about your moaning.” She was right, and he had been selfish.

“Okay. Sorry ... It was my first time, too.”

“All right. We’re starting together. We’re learning together. Don’t you like it better than if I’d had tons of experience with some older man?”

“God, yes!” He wanted to be her only man -- only man ever. If he wanted that, she deserved more skill than he’d displayed so far, but she also deserved less concentration on Andy.

“Well, maybe I’m glad that you didn’t have some woman educate you. We’ll learn together.” The darling girl -- darling woman, she’d displayed oceans more maturity than he had -- was making this all sound good, or, at least, acceptable.

“Marilyn, you are so wise.” His kiss of gratitude turned into a kiss of love. Soon they were kissing as hotly as they ever had, and they were both bare -- totally bare as soon as he removed the rubber and cast it to the side. Then, holding her, he kissed her more deeply still. She, some time later, instead of pushing him away, pushed his head towards her breast. When he was kissing her breast, he moved his hand between her legs. He’d had his, after all, and she should have hers.

Her writhing on the blanket was even more rousing than he’d imagined. His enjoyment made him feel a little guilty. He’d had his pleasure, and an intense pleasure it had been. This was supposed to be for her. Well, she certainly looked like she was enjoying it. Remembering that she permitted a second orgasm, he returned to his stimulation.

“Oh, Marilyn,” he said as she responded again. She was so sexy, so sweet, so wise, so responsive, so desirable. She was too desirable, in fact. He kept his hand between her legs while he kissed her. First, he kissed her sweet face, then her lovely neck. He kissed down her shoulder to her arm, but her elbow was too near her breast. He kissed the breast up to her nipple, where he licked and sucked. He kissed down to her navel, then her mound and the tops of both thighs. He was getting hard again, but he didn’t want to risk another disaster like the last one.

“Turn away,” he asked her. When she did, he hugged her and kissed the back of her head and her ears. He was hard, but she was too far up his body to feel it. That was just as well. Maybe she’d had enough time that he would be allowed to excite her again. When he stroked down to her mound, she opened her leg to accommodate him. He eased down the blanket so he could kiss her neck comfortably and began exciting her again. Her response, when it came, was an entirely new form of writhing. She arched into his hand and straightened her legs into his. He could feel her warm thigh press against his cock.

“Darling!”

“It feels,” she responded a little later, “like you want to do it again.” Well, yes, although he was embarrassed to try. He might fail as miserably as before. But he certainly wanted to be in her again. The first time had been glorious for him.

“Want to? How could I not want to? The question is whether you want to.”

“Really, I do.” Lovely girl, sexy woman! She made it sound like she wanted him.

“Then lie back.” If he was going to come so quickly, she should start further along. He kissed her, and then down to her breasts. He kissed all over both, nipples included. While his mouth was occupied, he reached for his jeans. After getting the rubber on, he got between her legs but didn’t hurry into position. He moved his finger along her liquid warmth until she was nearly there. He moved up her torso until he was kissing her lips. While her thighs hugged his hips, he placed himself again.

“Oh, Marilyn,” he said as he eased into her warmth. She was slick and welcoming around him. He was, if anything, more aroused than before, but the driving force wasn’t so strong. He watched her face as he pressed all the way into her. When his pubic bone pressed against hers, she still looked comfortable. “Oh, darling.” He kissed her forehead, which was as far down as he could reach like this, before starting to move his hip up and his cock out. She encased him, but so gently. The sensation was much more exciting but much less tight than his hand had ever provided.

“You are so smooth,” he told her, “so warm.” He watched her face, but his attention was all on her warmth gliding over his cock. “Oh, love.” She seemed to be responding -- responding to him!

“Yes, Andy,” she said, as though confirming that guess. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled on his downstrokes. His arousal had turned into a drive and every stroke was faster and harder, but she matched him with her pulling legs. Suddenly, her warmth clasped more firmly around him.

“Oh,” she said. She writhed under him. She writhed around him as he moved in and out. This was more exciting than anything he’d ever felt before -- more exciting than everything he’d ever felt before.

“Darling.” She was having an orgasm, an orgasm in response to him! He drove into that clasping warmth and exploded. “Oh, Marilyn,” he told her. “Oh, darling. Oh, sweet.” As the last spurt left his cock, all his strength left with it. He collapsed onto his elbows and her softness. He could feel one last contraction around him.

Their faces were so close that their breath mingled -- fast hard breath. Her face had never looked so lovely, although it was a little out of focus at this distance. His weight must be bothering her, but she didn’t complain. Indeed, her legs were still holding him to her. When that eased, he rolled off. He lay on his side and cuddled her. His cock was bare! He reached down between her legs to remove the rubber.

He said, “Oh, Darling. You are so sweet! I can’t tell you.” He didn’t have words to express how delightful she was. He suspected that the entire English language didn’t have those words.

“You’re not bad, yourself.” She’d enjoyed it! And she gave him credit for her enjoyment where she’d not given him blame for the previous fiasco. She was so generous.

“You said that we’re learning together,” he reminded her. “It seems to me that we learned something very good.” Not that she’d had that much to learn. She’d been incredibly sexy since he’d first seen her.

“Oh yes.” And they lay there enjoying each other, enjoying their love, enjoying the day. She turned on her left side and backed against him. Her lovely rump was pressed against his stomach. He put his hand around her to hold her tight. Occasionally he kissed the back of her head while the sun sank enough to shine on them.

He wanted to lie like that forever, but -- really -- they couldn’t. Dressed and back in the car, he remembered that he’d get to see her again tomorrow. He reminded her of that.

“Do you want to?” she asked. Well, they couldn’t repeat this experience, not in church, but they could repeat having her beside him.

“Oh, yes ... Where else are we a couple in the same way?”

“Why not?” Well, because they were Marilyn&Andy there, not Marilyn with that Andy guy she seemed to tolerate for some reason. But that might not be her question, because she continued. “Let’s go, I mean.”

After kissing her good-bye on the sorority porch, he went directly to a very early dinner. Ignoring the prep work for his next week’s classes, he went to bed with his memories and his dreams. Marilyn wasn’t the sort of girl who had casual sex -- even if she hadn’t revealed that this was her first time, he’d have known that he was one of her first men. Aside from the pleasure he’d experienced, the sex had been an assurance that she felt strongly about him. That feeling might not be enough to have her accept a proposal, but he had two years to work on that. Really, graduation wasn’t the time to propose. Graduation was the time to get married, and he should propose that winter.

And he definitely wanted to marry her. This had been his first time in a real live cunt, but it had been so much more. It had been Marilyn, and he loved Marilyn. He couldn’t face spending the rest of his life without her. Well, they were a couple now. He just had to see that they were a couple forever. And she’d crossed the last line of resistance. He merely needed to avoid offending her.

And, difficult as she was to understand sometimes, she had shown a remarkable quality of forgiveness on both picnics -- well, in the middle of the second picnic and after the first one. He didn’t want to hurt her or offend her, but he was often a klutz. If she would forgive him being a klutz, he would never deliberately do something she didn’t like.

And he did love her. She was beautiful, and kind, and sexy, but there was something beyond all that which he loved. He’d told her he loved her, but he felt much more strongly now. The problem was that there wasn’t another word.

So, the next day he told her he loved her both before and after services. That Tuesday, he told her he loved her when he opened the car door at her sorority house and when they got out of the theater.

Which left him without anything to say when his hand caressed up her thigh to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties and he had all he loveliness to feel. Luckily, he was kissing her then and didn’t need to say anything.

He could explore all her sweet, warm, smooth slit, and he did. When she seemed excited, he concentrated on her clitoris. She writhed again in his arms, and he closed his eyes to remember how she had looked on the blanket. After she had relaxed, he started his finger moving again. She grabbed his arm, and he froze. Instead of pushing him away, though, she pulled him towards her. He held all her sweetness in his hand. When he started his finger moving again, she didn’t object. When she writhed again, he held her in his hand as well as her body in his arm and lap.

Afterwards, though, he wanted to repeat that pleasure. She had her hands on his arm, but she wasn’t pushing him away. Still, two was her limit. But it hadn’t been her limit Saturday. He felt her sweetness fill his hand for another minute, the hairs pressed against his palm, his fingers reaching her butt.

“May I?” he managed to ask. He wanted her to writhe again for his pleasure -- his extreme pleasure -- but he didn’t want to take his pleasure without her consent. She’d forgiven his cluelessness; he didn’t want to ask her to forgive his selfishness. She nodded, generously giving him permission.

He took that permission, she writhed, he held her while he writhed and after. Then, when she didn’t say anything, he began stroking her slick slit again. Again, she writhed, again he got to enjoy all of it but the sight. He took his pleasure again and again. Then she pushed him away. He’d gone too far!

“Oh, darling, was that too much?” He’d been greedy, and she’d know he was greedy.

“Andy.” She took a breath, but she didn’t push him farther away. “Andy, when I say stop -- even when my hands say stop -- that’s the time to stop. Don’t go on after that, but don’t try to guess what I want before that.” She was so sweet, and she must know how poorly he read people, even her whom he loved.

“Okay.” He’d follow those rules. He’d certainly find it easy to follow the ‘wait for her words’ part. “I love you so. Cuddling okay, now?”

“Sure.” And so, he held his love. If she wasn’t writhing any more, she was relaxing into his arms, showing trust. He wasn’t certain that she should trust him, but he enjoyed that trust too much to warn her.

She agreed immediately to another picnic on Saturday. She was his as he had been hers for so long. And she was his love. He told her of that love on the porch and again on Thursday when they said goodbye.

Friday night, thinking of her, remembering her writhing nudity the week before, he couldn’t restrain himself. He exploded into the Kleenex and then dropped it into the basket. Even then, he could think only of her as he dropped asleep.

Saturday, she was waiting for him at the door at 10:00. They drove to the same Burger King, but she broke the pattern.

“Whopper,” she said before he ordered. He should have figured that Marilyn was like most people instead of like him. She wanted something different to eat.

When they’d eaten, he started on the important stuff. They had some kisses. Then, still kissing her, he began taking off her clothes.

“Fair’s fair,” she said when she was topless. Well, he was willing. He took off his t-shirt, and then returned to her mouth. While he could lick her tongue, he could feel her soft breasts and their firm nipples warm against his chest. Kissing her like this was delightful, but he loved all of her, wanted to kiss all of her.

He started down to her breasts. These were so lovely and smooth, and the parts that weren’t smooth were so responsive. But there was more, and he kissed her abdomen. Her belt was drawing his mouth like a magnet.