Chapter 59

... But she wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. The unflappable Madison was about to pee his pants, she thought, as she redoubled her efforts to tickle him.

Finally, Bill locked his arms around her and kissed her. He only meant to startle her into giving him a chance to trap her hands, but it backfired on him. When his lips touched hers, something happened. All the pent-up emotions from the last weeks, especially those from today, seemed to coalesce into ... something.

Kathy pushed her mouth back hard against his, her lips parting slightly, and from deep within her, an unconscious moan came forth.

After a couple of minutes, Kathy pulled back a little, looking into Bill's eyes. "Stop feeling guilty. She broke her vows; you didn't. You're free now. Let go and let me come in. And don't you open your mouth about being forty-four. You don't look it, and you don't act like it."

Bill tried not to look at her swaying breasts, her nipples tenting her top. Obviously, she had taken off her bra. "Kathy, are you sure? We've talked about the age difference before. I..."

Kathy quietly sighed. "I chose a young man once. He told me that he loved me. Like a fool, I gladly gave him my virginity. Every time we had sex, I told myself it would get better, but it didn't. Then the asshole dropped me just before finals. Just before finals. That's a hell of a thing to do to someone."

Still sitting astraddle his legs, she leaned back a little and stared into his eyes. "Now, I realize, of course, that he did me a favor by not marrying me. I would have had to live with that asshole. I can't give my virginity to you; I threw it away on that prick. But I've never really been made love to. I know that there has to be more to sex than I've experienced. Surely there is. I've heard too many women rave about it. But he only cared about himself..."

Madison took her head carefully in his hands, touched his lips to hers for a second, then pulled back a little. "You're twenty-six, right?" At her nod, he continued, "You saved yourself for marriage?"

"Yeah. Kinda dumb, I guess."

"It isn't dumb. Are you saying that you haven't been with anyone else since your fiancé in college?"

"Yeah. I thought we were going to be married. I mean, he asked me and I accepted, but he didn't give me a ring. He claimed he didn't have the money then, but he lied about that, too. His family has a lot of money and gave him anything he wanted. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. After him, I didn't want to have anything to do with men for a while, then I met you. Well, I couldn't have you, since you were married, so I ... just waited and ... dreamed."

Bill grabbed her and hugged her tightly to him. "Crap, Baby, that makes me feel bad, but I was married. I couldn't have done anything..."

"You called me 'Baby' again." When Bill started to say something, she quickly interrupted, "No, don't," she whispered, touching her finger to his lips. "To say that I like it is an understatement, to put it mildly. Now stop being logical and just kiss me like you did a minute ago."

Bill hesitated for a moment, then pulled her face to his. As soon as their lips touched, she began slightly moving her mouth on his. Almost before he knew it, he touched her lips with his tongue tip. She made a little sound, and allowed him to enter, her tongue coming joyously to meet his.

Madison relaxed and leaned against the back of the couch, pulling her tightly against his chest. They continued the kiss for a while, then she took her mouth off his, snuggling against his chest, putting her head on his shoulder.

After a couple of quiet moments while Bill was thinking, he felt wetness against his cheek. "Baby are you..." he tried to turn his face so he could see hers.

She held tight, refusing to let him look at her for the moment. "Oh, don't go all masculine on me," she tried to tease as her voice broke. "There's nothing wrong. I'm just happy. Happier than I've been in a long, long time."

After a moment, she sat back up, still facing him on his lap, and he wiped her tears with his thumbs. She suddenly kissed him hard for a moment, then pulled back again, trying to laugh and cry at the same time, squirming forward a little.

Looking down between them, then back at him she teased, "There's a big lump under my bottom. Why don't you pick me up and carry me to your bedroom? Show me what a real man can do for the woman he loves. I've seen it in your eyes for a while now. But I know that you still love Jill. That doesn't bother me at all, as long as you love me, too."

Bill sighed. "Baby, I don't have any protection. I'll get some tomorrow, then we'll make love. It's been so long ... If I carry you in there now, I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop."

"My period is in a couple of days. I managed to get a prescription for the pills that Diana recommended. They take effect quickly. I'll start them after my period. You're not going to get me pregnant, and even if you did ... Well, I wouldn't complain if you can put up with a pregnant copilot," she finished, grinning.

When Bill continued to sit, she teased, "What's the matter, can't you get up with me sitting on your legs?"

Madison grinned at her, slid forward while she turned sideways in his lap. Putting his arms around her and leaning forward, he stood.

She laughed as he bounced her a little in his arms. "Diana says that Alpha's are strong."

"Bullshit," he laughed in spite of himself. "You're not heavy."

"Are you going to stand here all night, or..."

Madison kissed her hard, then breaking the kiss, walked toward the bedroom.

Giggling like a teenager, she reached out and opened the door, and he kicked it closed when they entered. When they got to the bed, she expected him to gently put her on it; instead, he tossed her in the middle. When she bounced, squealed and looked up at him, he sat on the side and leaned over her.

"I need to take a shower. While I'm at it, you need to think about this and decide if you really want to go through with it."

As he started to rise back up, Kathy grabbed his tie. "You aren't going anywhere. Besides, I fantasized for two years about you taking that uniform off. While you were lecturing to Dave, I had a chance to change, so all I have on is this top, and shorts."

"Look, Baby, I need a shower..."

"I've smelled a man before, and I want to smell my man. I've seen you in trunks and a tee shirt many times, but I want to see you take that uniform off. I've dreamed of this moment for a long time. I may not be very experienced, but I'm a woman, not some little girl. And don't be shy about the scarring on your back. I've seen most of it when you didn't realize it. Those are just marks of a hero. They don't turn me off."

"I'm no hero and you know it. I was just doing my job," he said absently as he sat on the side of the bed and slipped off his shoes and socks. Standing, he undid his tie. "Uh, and besides, the scarring is gone."

Kathy just looked at him, then finally blinked. "Uh, it's only been a couple weeks since we were in Seattle. What was it, the Hyatt? I saw some of the scars then while we were at the pool. That much scarring doesn't just go away..."

"Mine did," Bill said, grinning as he unbuttoned his shirt. The shirt undone, he pulled it out of his pants and tossed it aside. "Time for the unveiling," he teased as he pulled the tee shirt over his head. Waiting a moment, he looked at her and grinned while she stared at his hairy, muscular chest.

Turning slowly, he heard her gasp as she saw all the new skin, baby-smooth and pink.

"That can't be," she quietly said coming to her knees, then reaching a hand out to slide it over his smooth back. "Scars, especially deep burn scars, don't just go away. I remember you telling me about having some skin grafts and operations on your back before I started working for the company, but that was then. I've seen some of those scars and even touched your back from time to time when you had a tee shirt on and we were playing in the pool. How did this happen? What did you do? I've been with you almost every day since I last saw your back in Seattle. You couldn't have had time to have some new procedure done..."

She reached up and brushed his hair back from his forehead. "The scar on your forehead is still there ... Well, it is, and it isn't. It used to be a lot longer than it is now. This doesn't make sense. If they could remove all those scars from your back, then they could remove that long scar on your forehead. Half of it is gone, but the other looks just like it used to. I've seen it many times when we were swimming and you pushed your wet hair out of your eyes. This doesn't make sense," she repeated.

Madison just looked at her, sat on the side of the bed and slipped his shoes and socks off. Standing and turning toward her, he grinned and dropped his pants. Her eyes dropped to the lump in his jockey shorts, the scars forgotten. "Oh, that looks uncomfortable," she whispered reaching out to touch the bulge with a fingertip.

Bill chuckled. "It isn't right now, but it will be if you keep that up."

"It was up when I was sitting on your lap."

"Yeah," he sighed. "It was, but I did a little thinking..."

"Don't start again, please Bill. I'm no little girl, and certainly no shrinking violet. I haven't tried to play innocent. I've waited for you for two years. Now get those shorts off and let me see my man. Then I want you to undress me like I've dreamed about."

Putting action to works as they say, she pulled down on his shorts, and he pushed them the rest of the way to the floor, then off his feet. As he rose back up, she just had to touch him. "Oh, my," she quietly said. "You're bigger than that ass was with yours still soft."

As she unconsciously stroked him a little, his cock began to swell. Mesmerized, she watched it extend, fill, then stand proud. Her middle finger and thumb wouldn't quite touch as she wrapped her fingers around the now rock-hard cock before her. Warm, throbbing in her hand, the veins standing out, it silently called to her. Holding her fiancé had never done anything much for her — this did.

"Oh, my," she said again as he lifted her chin and reached down to kiss her. As he moved beside her on the bed, encouraging her to lie down again, she refused to let go of his cock.

Seeing the dreamy look on her face and not really understanding why she was so enthralled with his dick, he started to ask, when she suddenly bent forward and licked the head.

He tensed and sucked in a breath. "Oh, shit, Baby." Then quickly, "Look Sweetie, my shower was early this morning. That thing isn't the cleaneeest..." he hissed, drawing the word out as she stretched her mouth over the head and sucked.

Quickly, she turned herself around, nudging him to spread his legs. Kneeling between them with his cock still in her mouth, she looked up at him as she pushed her mouth farther down his shaft. When it touched the back of her throat, she swallowed to fight her gag reflex (something she had read), then tried to push more of his cock into her mouth and consequently down her throat. It didn't go.

Readjusting herself so that maybe her throat was more in line with his cock, she pushed hard again while repeatedly swallowing. Bill groaned and shuddered even though she couldn't seem to get his cock to go any deeper.

Frustrated that she couldn't deep-throat him like she had seen on the DVDs that she had rented, she decided to give up for the moment and concentrate on giving him a blowjob.

Madison looked down at his pretty copilot, watched her sparkling eyes looking back at him. She wasn't as good as his wife had been while she still loved him, but there was no denying that she was putting a hundred percent into pleasing him. As she continued to stroke him with her hand, sucking and moving her mouth up and down his cock, he reached down and gently took her head in his hands, tugging.

"Come lie beside me. You don't have to prove anything. When I picked you up and walked in here, my mind was made up. If you want this old man, you have him. Now come here and we'll make love. There'll be plenty of time to play later."

Kathy took her mouth off his dick with a pop, having read that men liked that, "But I want..."

Bill reached down, grasped her under her arms and lifted her to lie beside him, then kissed her, or tried to. Quickly turning her head aside, she started to say something, but he gently turned her face back to him and soul kissed her.

When he broke the kiss, "Obviously, that asshole wouldn't kiss you after you went down on him. I hate to talk about someone that I haven't even met, but I think that other than being an idiot for letting you get away, he was also, indeed, an asshole, as you say. If you're nice enough to suck my cock for me, I'm damn sure going to kiss those same lips and mouth that have given me pleasure. Now I came in here to make love to you, so let's forget about his routines. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."