Chapter 17

[Tuesday, June 24th, 1986]

I woke up and found the Sun shining in my eyes. Looking over to the alarm clock, I saw I had slept in a bit this morning. It was nearly 8 am. I quickly got showered and dressed for the day, but I took special care to shave well and apply a little cologne. I wanted to look nice, and I opted for khakis and a light blue polo. The penny loafers we had purchased went well with them.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out to the car. I headed to the diner and grabbed the paper on my way to my usual booth. Carol had a smile for me this morning and asked me if I knew what I wanted already.

I decided to go with another short stack of pancakes with a side of sausage. Carol told me it would be right out. I enjoyed my coffee as I looked through the paper. I had seen it before, but I still had a hard time believing people were actually paying the prices I saw for PCs that could do so little and were comparatively underpowered from the perspective I had of the future. I skipped most of the business section and was looking through the classifieds.

Carol brought out my breakfast, and I set the paper aside for the most part. I was about halfway through my stack of pancakes when I noticed an ad for a Bed and Breakfast in Canterbury, and I had to smile. That sounded perfect. I kept the paper folded, so the ad was visible, and finished my food. I asked Carol to add the newspaper to my bill and took it with me when I left.

I stopped in at the local drugstore and picked up a box of condoms, as well as some baby oil, a lighter, and a couple dozen of those little tea light candles. I would look for something better, but they would do in a pinch.

I stopped at a florist just outside of town and picked up a few lavender bunches and some bright little daisies in a handful of small containers. The florist worked with me to find a decent box to put them all in, so they would be okay for spending a few hours in the trunk of my car.

I went to a local K-mart and looked for better candles but didn’t have much luck. There were two long tapers, and I found a couple of decent holders to go with them, but it wasn’t really what I was looking for, I bought them anyway. I did find a few delicate red scarfs that I thought might look nice draped over a lamp. I also found a few soaps that smelled very nice and grabbed them too. I packed everything but the newspaper into the trunk and headed towards Kim’s place.

When I got to Kim’s house, she was waiting for me on the porch. She came down and met me at the passenger door of my car. I stopped the car and walked around to her side before unlocking and opening the door for her. She said thank you and kissed me before getting in.

As we pulled away from her house, Kim asked me, “So where are we headed?”

I asked her to reach into the back seat and grab the newspaper. She had to unbuckle and half climb over the front seat to get it, making for a nice distraction. Fortunately, there was no traffic, as I had drifted into the other lane a bit. I quickly corrected that without her noticing that time, I think. She often has a little half-smile on her face, so it’s sometimes hard to tell.

Kim asked, “What am I looking for here?”

I glanced over and told her to look above the fold on the right side of the page.

Kim asked, “Greenleaf Landscaping?”

I laughed and said, “Hmm, now that brings something to mind.”

Kim laughed too and said, “I guess you meant this little Bed and Breakfast instead? It looks perfect. Do you think we will have any issues with getting a room?”

I said, “Well, there is only one way to find out. The question is, when do we want to approach them. It might be wise to wait until the afternoon. To let them get any guests finished checking out first. But I’m willing to swing by earlier if you prefer.”

Kim said, “Let’s get to the general area, then find a payphone and call. See what they have to say.” I agreed, and before very long, we were in the parking lot of a grocery store in Canterbury. I had lived not far from here for a while. The school where I attended grades 1-5 was just on top of the hill to our North, only a couple hundred yards away.

I walked to the payphone with Kim, and she grabbed the handset. I handed her a quarter and read the number off to her.

“Yes. Hello. My husband and I were traveling through the area, and we decided to spend the night around here if we could find a good spot. We saw your ad in the paper and thought we would try you. Do you happen to have a vacancy tonight?”

“That’s wonderful. We are at the Michaels in the middle of town right now. Can you give me directions to your place?”

“That should be easy enough. What time can we check-in? We have some items we would like to get out of the heat of the sun, if possible. Do we have access to a refrigerator of some kind?”

“Oh, that’s fabulous. Thank you, Jan. We’ll see you in a little while.”

Kim hung up and said, “I think we are all set, but let’s grab a styrofoam cooler and some drinks, and maybe some sandwich fixings to help my cover story.”

I said, “Yes, Ma’am. Nice job, by the way.”

We went inside and gathered everything for a tailgate lunch. We got the foam cooler, some bread, sandwich meats, a few condiments, some chips, a couple of six-packs of soda, and some ice. When we got out to the car, I put everything in the cooler and poured the ice-cubes on top. I mixed things around a bit, so they weren’t buried too deep. I put the chips and bread on top and closed the lid. They didn’t need to be chilled, but it kept them out of the way and from being accidentally crushed.

I asked Kim to open the car’s passenger door to let me put it in the back seat.

She asked, “What about the trunk?”

I said, “Never you mind about the trunk Miss Nosey McNoserson.”

She laughed and opened the door for me, leaning her seat forward as well. I got the chest in the back seat, and we headed out to the B&B. Kim’s directions got us there in about 5 minutes. We went inside and met a nice lady who told us her name was Jan. Kim said we were the ones who just called, and it was nice to meet her finally.

Jan led us over to a counter and got us checked in. We would be staying in a small cottage just about a hundred yards down the road that twisted back on her property. The set up at this B&B was that they had three small suites they rented out of the main building and two different cottages on the property.

The cabin we would be staying at was their only current vacancy, but it did have a small kitchen and a private flower garden that was very popular. It sounded lovely to us. I paid for the night, and at almost $250, it was certainly high for the time, but I had no problems with it. She gave us the keys and a pamphlet that had instructions if there were any issues.

We could drive to the cottage if we wanted to. There was a covered parking area we were welcome to use right next to it. The price for the stay included dinner, and tonight meatloaf was the main course. The B&B served family-style in the main house, and if we wanted to eat, we needed to be there sometime between 6 and 6:30 pm any later than that, and we would be out of luck. There would also be a free breakfast buffet there in the morning from 6:30 am until 8 am.

We opted to take the car, and Kim unlocked the door while I carried in the cooler. We made our way to the mini kitchen area. Kim thought it was adorable, and I couldn’t argue with her. There was a refrigerator, stovetop, oven, and sink behind what you could generously call a breakfast bar. It certainly qualified as a kitchen. However, they were all comically small. It was as if they came out of a camper instead of being made for a house. The rest of the place was just one big room, except for a decently sized bathroom. There appeared to be a working fireplace too, but it might be too hot for that.

It would certainly work for our limited needs. Out of curiosity, I went through the cabinets and the fridge to see what was there. There was a half-gallon carton of milk with an acceptable expiration date on it that was mostly full, as well as almost a half a dozen eggs that were also reasonably fresh, about a 7 oz block of cheddar cheese wrapped in cling wrap. It looks like the remnants of someone’s omelets. Maybe I could use them later.

I put away everything from our cooler, including filling a large tray with ice in the freezer. The rest of the ice I just left in the closed and otherwise empty cooler for now. Kim had been entertaining herself with the TV remote but didn’t find anything worth watching and turned it off when I finished in the kitchen.

I joined her on the bed. It was a very comfortable queen-sized one. It had a thick comforter on it, and the pillows were firmer than I expected. Usually, I find hotel pillows way too soft. These seemed much more substantial. Kim was stretched out on top with one hand propping her head up while she watched me lay down beside her.

I asked her if she was feeling uncomfortable or nervous. She replied, “Not really, No.”

She reached over with her other hand to grab my head and pull it gently toward her face. I helped by leaning in, and we kissed gently and slowly explored each other with our hands. We were running our fingers along each other’s sides and into our partner’s hair, caressing a cheek, brushing a shoulder, gently trailing our fingers across each other’s chest.

I gently eased her onto her back. Kim was wearing a pair of jeans and a dress shirt that I began slowly unbuttoning. I kissed all of the exposed skin as I went, and Kim was happily accommodating me by holding the fabric apart for me to get better access. Periodically I would go up to kiss her again, and of course, that meant I had to work my way back down to where I was before.

When I got down to the top of her pants, Kim told me she wanted to change into something else. She warned me it might take her a few minutes.

I told her, “I have a few things I want to do too, so could you let me know that you’re ready before coming out?” She agreed, and we headed our separate directions. She went to the bathroom, and I went to the car.

I brought everything I had stashed in the trunk and started putting things out as artistically as I was able. I put the little pots of daisies around the area, and the lavender I waved around a bit then placed them on the mantle. I closed all of the shades to make it as dark as possible in the room when I turned off the lights. The window shades looked like they did a pretty good job of it. I guess I wasn’t the first to be looking for darkness in the middle of the day.

I draped one of the scarfs over the light shade on the nightstand. It was the only incandescent light I intended to leave on. I scattered the tea lights around the room, anywhere that looked like it would be a safe place for an open flame. I spread them around as evenly as possible. The two tapers in their candlestick holders got placed on the mantle too, and I rearranged the lavender to sort of climb the holders. It all looked excellent. I was pleased.

I started lighting the candles and turning off all of the remaining lights. I opened the box of condoms and pulled one off the strip to get it ready. I set the single one on top of the box and put them all inside the nightstand’s top drawer. I didn’t want to be fumbling with them any more than necessary when I needed that first one.

I took another look around the room, and everything looked right to me. There was a single chair in the corner with a footstool. It was a perfect reading area, and I thought it would be a great spot to wait for Kim to enter. Just moments after I sat down, Kim called out that she was ready. I asked her to turn off her lights before she opened the door.

When Kim came out, she was wearing a green satin slip. It hugged her closely but still had a little room to move as she did. It was relatively low cut and showed off her cleavage nicely. There was a lace border visible along the top and a matching edge on the bottom that stopped about mid-thigh.

Her gorgeous red hair was loose and wavy and cascaded behind her shoulders. If she had makeup on, I couldn’t tell, but she was a vision, and I was a bit stunned at first, to be honest. She stopped moving at the foot of the bed and slowly turned so I could see her from all angles. There was no ‘bad side’ on her. Everything I saw took my breath away.

She stopped turning and looked at me, then smiled and lifted her hands in my direction. I stood and moved to her and said, “You are positively stunning. Anyone who ever said otherwise is a liar or a fool.” I kissed her, and we almost melted together. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt like that before, yes there were clothes between us, but the kiss and the embrace were so welcoming it was more like a joining than any sex I had ever had before. I had never felt more like I belonged somewhere than I did standing there in her arms.

When we came up for air, we had to brace against each other, as we were both a little wobbly in the knees. I said, “Well, that was new.” She laughed and said, “You can say that again.”

I managed to refrain from doing so, but it was a close thing.

When we were both a bit more stable, we started to kiss again, but this time the feeling was more like hunger. Both of us were in a hurry to take the clothes off the other one. The slip was the only thing Kim had on, so I won that particular battle by default. We were both working on my clothes as quickly as we could. Suddenly my foot caught in my pants leg, and I lost my balance. Kim tried to help me, but she didn’t have the strength or leverage. I fell onto the floor after bouncing off the foot of the bed with my feet still tangled in my pants and my polo shirt trapping my arms over my head.

I lost it and started laughing my ass off. Kim joined me on the floor, and we both had tears in our eyes from laughing so hard. We managed to get the rest of my clothes off while we were still laughing. I said, “Note to self: It helps to take the shoes off before you try to remove the pants.” That caused another round of laughter. Eventually, we got up off the floor and laid on the top of the bed again, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I said, “I know it might be a bad time for this, perhaps especially at this moment, but I think I love you, Kim. You are just about perfect in every way I can think of. It’s kind of scary, actually. I wouldn’t have normally said something like that so soon, but I truly want our relationship to be honest and open. I didn’t think it wise to hide how I felt.”

Kim snuggled in deeper and laid her head against my chest. Then she said, “I think I’ve been in love with you most of this last school year. I know I’ve wanted you to notice me for at least that long. You were on my mental Christmas list to Santa. I’ll show you the journal entry I made for it someday. I can’t believe you feel the same way about me. I’m a little afraid now because I don’t want to lose this.”

I had a tough time processing that. I decided to jump into the tunnel to think.

I had no idea that Kim felt like that about me for so long. I’m tempted to go back and explore a relationship with Kim back then, but this is so incredible that I don’t want to risk it. The comic relief and cuddle session I just went through is very special to me. I don’t ever want to lose it.

I think I’ll make a promise to myself never to go back to a spot before this moment. I wish I had some way of marking the tunnel scenes. All I can do to mark things is to look at something special...

I focused on the scene of me looking at the ceiling of the room and jumped back to my body.

I kissed the top of Kim’s head and said, “Let me look at you for a minute.”

I sat up and looked down at the vision of loveliness that she was.

I said, “Allow me to describe what I see.”

I touched, caressed, and kissed each area as appropriate while I described it.

“Overall, you are lovely. If I could change you, there is very little I would try to do. I doubt the changes would be real improvements anyway. Your hair might be your most attractive asset. I love the color, and while I’ve seen it look more relaxed and more composed, and even kind of ‘rough and tumble’ a few times, I’ve always thought it looked great.”

“You are quite attractive to me. There is a look in those hazel eyes of yours that promises fun and good humor. I bet you dislike the freckles on your face, but I might choose to add even more of them if I could. They do not detract from your beauty in any way. I’ve heard them called angel kisses before, and I can certainly see why they would want to.”

“I love your smile. It is so often happy and welcoming. I love kissing your lips. They are warm and soft and very desirable. To tell you a secret, I think I like it when they are a little bit needy best.”

“Your neck is long and graceful, and I love how you shiver when I chew right below your ear.”

“Your breasts are somewhat on the small side, but they are firm and beautiful, and much more than I could fit in my mouth. I plan on playing with them as much as you will let me. I love them because they are part of you, so don’t ever think that I dislike them. You would be utterly wrong about that.” I grinned and said, “See what I did there?”

She laughed and slapped me and said, “That was bad.”

I chuckled and continued, “You have a trim waist that is also very kissable. I like the way you shiver as I move a little lower. This little patch of red hair is adorable. I like how you keep it nice and trim. Long hairs would be a potential issue for me, as I like spending time down here, and I’d hate to have them get stuck in my teeth.”

“I love the softness of your inner thighs. Very smooth, I commend you on your shaving skills, or do you not naturally have much hair around here?”

She said, “Not much, hair growth is very light on my legs above the knees. I’ll admit to paying particular attention to it last night, though.”

“I thank you very much. Your work is certainly appreciated. I see you are a bit sensitive behind the knees. That has been duly noted and will be fully explored at a later time.”

“I’m not a guy with a foot fetish or anything, but your feet are quite pretty. I love the pink nail polish you’ve chosen. Would you mind turning over for me?”

She did, and I sighed audibly.

“That ass. Well, I’ll get back to that. Your calves are muscular and firm when you are moving, but soft and pliable as I am kissing them. That is a very nice duality. Your thighs are great. I think you will find me spending a great deal of time admiring them. They feel so good in my hands as I stroke them.”

“And that ass. I mean, wow. You have a superior posterior young lady. It is firm and beautiful, and if I don’t get a good handful of it every day from now on, I think I may feel cheated.”

“Your back is lovely, and I think I’m going to have fun counting the freckles on it. Your shoulders are eminently kissable. I find these spots where the muscles of your neck meet your shoulder to be particularly interesting. I’ll have a hard time picking a favorite between left and right.”

I laid down beside her again, and she turned to me. I said, “You are beautiful, and I am so glad you are a part of my life. Thank you for being so mind-blowingly awesome.”

We started kissing again, and things began heating up once more. I spent some time worshiping her very sensitive nipples with my mouth and fingers, and Kim let me know how much she appreciated it with many moans and inarticulate words.

After a while, I made out the words “Harder” and “Please.”

I complied by being a little more aggressive. I bit down a little more firmly while pinching a tad more with my left hand, and she showed all of the symptoms of having a tiny orgasm. While I gently continued rubbing her nipples between my fingers and caressing her breasts, I said, “That was fun, did you just have a little orgasm?”

She told me, “Yes, it was quite nice. Thank you.”

I told her. “You’re welcome. I’d like to ask a favor of you if you don’t mind.”

She answered, “You can ask me anything.”

I said, “I think it would be a good idea, at least while we are getting to know each other’s bodies if you would try to remember to tell me while, or just after that happens. Letting me know specifically about what is working for you, and when you’ve gotten there, can only improve our sex life.”

She nodded her head, so I kissed her and said, “I don’t know about you, but I want our sex life to be as good as possible. It was great that you asked for harder back then. It let me know what to do to help you get there. We want to keep that up.”

She agreed and then rolled me onto my back and started kissing her way down my chest. She wrapped her right hand around my dick and said, “I’ve heard a lot of talk about blow jobs, but I have no experience with doing it. I’ll happily listen to any advice you might have.”

I told her, “Well, I hope it won’t shock you, but I have zero experience in giving blow jobs.”

She chuckled and said, “Are you sure you want to be making jokes while I have this in my hands? I really want to hear your thoughts on the topic. This is something I want to be very good at.”

I said, “You have a point there. Okay, so that monster you are holding is slightly smaller than average in size. They say that the average size is supposed to be about 6 inches long. If we were to slap a ruler on junior there, I think you’ll find that he only grows to be about five and a half. I suppose I should have a complex about it, but it’s not like I can change it. It is what it is. Fortunately, he seems to do his job just fine.”

“Plumbing for men is much less complicated than for women. It’s all out there and in the open. A little bit of friction and steady rhythm is about all that’s required to get him to the happy place. Specifically, the area around the rim, the whole tip, and the underside, especially along the upper half, are the areas you want to pay attention to. A lot of tongue action on those areas, combined with some suction and a good up and down speed, will get the job done, and done well.”

“It can take some time to get to a point where I’m getting close. That’s when rhythm becomes important. You will likely get tired of having your mouth open doing the unfamiliar work. If you switch to using your hands and swap back to your mouth from time to time, that should help you be more successful.”

“Being in a warm wet place is his goal in life. Rubbing, caressing, and especially suction, are all good things for him. Good lubrication is very much preferred to dry rubbing. Scraping with teeth can be very off-putting, but it can sometimes feel good if done lightly and teasingly. Consider that idea a rarely used and advanced skill, so you should probably try to keep your teeth out of the equation for now. The feeling of being taken into a mouth is an enjoyable one, the deeper, the better. However, the sound of someone gagging does nothing for me, so don’t hurt yourself trying to do that, please.”

“There is a lot of room for experimentation. Almost anything feels good, but on the extremes, if you go too soft, it’s all just teasing, and I’ll never get there. Too hard, and it could be too painful. Not only won’t I get there, but I might lose the erection entirely. That is not the end of the world. Another erection is guaranteed to happen around you soon enough.”