Chapter 32: Cloud Nine

Less then two minutes later, Joey and Deirdre were alone on top of the rock. They looked at each other.

"Are you sure?" Joey asked.

Deirdre nodded. "As sure as I'll ever be. You are the only man I can imagine doing this with. I'm sick and tired of being a prisoner of those animals. Set me free, Joey! Are you ready?"

"Are you kidding? Look at me!"

"Yes, that ought to do the job just fine," Deirdre giggled eyeing the bulge in his pants.

With deft movements she opened her trekking pants and slid them down her legs. Sitting up she opened the laces of the boots. With the boots off, the pants followed and Deirdre was sitting in the sunlight, naked save for her wristwatch.

Joey had not been idle either and it took him only a few seconds longer to reach a comparable state of nudity. Seeing him with his hard penis jutting out from his midsection Deirdre's hand wandered down between her legs. It came away glistening with moisture.

"I guess we can skip extensive foreplay," she said huskily. "I'm so wet, it's scary."

With a smile, Joey lay on his back, waving his prick at her. "Why don't you climb aboard then?"

"You want me on top?" Deirdre asked slightly flustered. That had not been his favorite before.

"Are you kidding? Do you have any idea what you look like out here? I want to enjoy the view."

Smiling and nodding, Deirdre scooted close to Joey and swung her left leg over to straddle him. There was a little fumbling when she gripped his penis to align it with her opening. It was slippery and her hand slid off. The sight of the wagging penis made her giggle but then she gripped it again.

"Oh. My. Gawd!" she exclaimed softly, her voice full of awe as the head of Joey's dick slipped past her opening and stretched her tight vagina.

Even with all the lubrication she produced it still took over a minute before she had inserted the straining member fully into her canal. The feeling made her woozy for a few moments. So full! She relaxed sitting on her heels while she adjusted the angle of her pelvis to better suit the intruding organ.

"You are so beautiful, Deirdre!" Joey whispered, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, impaled on his prick as she was.

Deirdre fairly shuddered when she heard the love and adoration that permeated his voice. She pressed down further and felt the wiry curls of his pubic hair against her sensitive skin. Slowly she began to lift her body off Joey's feeling the agonizing sensation of his prick leaving her pussy. She lifted and lifted until only the tip remained lodged in her opening. In this position she hovered over him for a few seconds while their eyes locked. Closing them in anticipation Deirdre sank down on his shaft again while deep moans came from both their mouths. This was so good, so right!

She lifted again, this time excruciatingly slow, making Joey tremble under her. When she began to sink down though, his hips arched up and the fleshy rod drove deeply into her making her shudder and gasp. Just two strokes so far and her head was starting to swim already. She needed to pause. She sank down on him and kissed his upper chest.

"This is so intense!" she whispered.

She heard Joey chuckle and opened her eyes.

"What?"

"Perhaps it's good to have four years between each time. I may not survive a higher frequency."

"Goof! I'll give you a higher frequency!" she threatened.

She lifted much faster now and once she reached the apex she slammed down forcefully. Lift, slam! Lift, slam! With a steady rhythm Deirdre began to ride Joey in earnest. Joey held still now, leaving it to her to establish the rhythm. The next four or five minutes brought both of them close to their peaks, but Deirdre stopped suddenly, lifting herself up and letting Joey's dick plop out. Without a word of explanation she lay down at his side and spread her legs. Seeing that he stared at her dazedly, she nudged him.

"You still know where to put this, or do you need a map?"

"You want me on top?" he asked, still not quite there.

Deirdre rolled her eyes. "Duh!"

"Oh, okay," Joey laughed, getting his wits back.

He knelt between Deirdre's spread legs and bent forward resting on his left hand. With his right hand he brought Little Joe into the right position and pushed. Jesus!

"Kiss me!" Deirdre panted, her head lifting off the ground to meet his lips.

He locked his lips over hers only to feel her tongue pushing in with urgency. Both her legs closed around him and he felt that she locked her feet behind his back. Then her arms pulled him down by the neck and he came to lie flat on Deirdre's tummy and chest, his hips keeping up the old in-and-out. When their kiss broke, Deirdre fell back again. Her eyes rolled up in her head while he felt the walls of her pussy contract.

Her head bent backwards, she sent out a keening wail from her half open mouth, a wail that pulsed in the rhythm of his thrusts until he, too, felt the tingle and knew he was there. He pushed in with each spurt of semen, unconsciously trying his best to place the little swimmers as close to the Holy Grail as possible.

Deirdre wailed in earnest now, howling into his ear as she reached her final peak. With her arms around his neck she pressed her face against his neck, her lips sucking fiercely, painfully. Then she sank back with her gaze unfocused and cross-eyed. Joey stroked her face and hair.

"I can't say how close I feel to you right now," he whispered. "I feel like everything is all right again, even better than ever before."

With some effort, Deirdre was able to focus her eyes again. "You're my Joey," she said softly rubbing his chest hair. "I guess we're a real couple again, huh?"

"You betcha! No getting rid of me again."

She looked at him dreamily. "I can barely believe it. A few months ago I was this scared mess, this basket case, and all I needed to heal was you. Why didn't I realize this earlier?"

"Maybe, the time wasn't right? I don't care anymore. We're back together." He looked around, becoming aware of their whereabouts, and smiled. "Let's get decent again."

Joey and Deirdre used tissues to clean a few strategic spots. Deirdre stuffed more tissue into her panties before she pulled them up. Suddenly she stopped in mid-motion and turned pale.

"Joey, we forgot something!"

Joey was just struggling into his pants and he looked up. Her facial expression told him all.

"Oh, damn," he swore softly.

"Damn is right. I completely forgot," Deirdre said shaking her head. But then her lips formed a wry smile. "Jeez, I hope you didn't knock up the second Darling woman. Mom would laugh her head off."

Joey had recovered. He put his arm around Deirdre. "It would screw up some short-term planning, but nothing long-term," he said rubbing Deirdre's back.

Deirdre cuddled against him. "I know. It'll be one hell of a change but we can make it."

They sat like that for a few minutes before they heard foot steps.

"That sure sounded like a four year wait rolled into a single fuck," a voice came from the side.

It was Ellen, sitting on her haunches and eyeing them with amused interest. Tricia was standing back a little but she was also grinning from ear to ear.

"Jeez, Deirdre, once you got going, you sounded like a fire engine on speed. You'll be on hearing aids in a year, Joey!"

Joey hugged Deirdre closely and grinned. "Yeah, but what a way to go deaf," he chuckled.

"My advice, Joey: lick her out. That way her thighs cover your ears," Ellen laughed.

Joey grinned, determined not to let them fluster him. "How about that, Dee-Dee? Those lezzies don't seem to know what a good one sounds like."

Deirdre had recovered by now and while she was fighting her embarrassment, Joey had given her too good an opening to pass.

"Hell, yeah. Tongue is nice but it takes a bit more to get me into air-raid mode."

Ellen laughed. "Sorry, you two. We just couldn't resist. It was all I could do to not run over and cry: 'Me next!' Trish had to twist my arm."

Tricia rolled her eyes. "She's jealous of me but once there's a whiff of pussy in the air, who makes a fool of herself?"

"I do, Sweety," Ellen laughed. "What do you think, girlfriend? Do those two need some lunch?"

Lunch they had and afterwards they took pictures of each other. By then another group of hikers drew near and by silent consent the four packed their gear and started on the return trip. They greeted the approaching group in passing but did not stop. Once they reached the camp site Joey and Deirdre headed for the showers. Cleaned up Joey set up the barbecue for their supper while Deirdre chopped veggies. Suddenly Deirdre stopped and motioned for Joey to listen. From Ellen and Tricia's tent moans could be heard and whispered pleading and giggles. Grinning widely Deirdre resumed the chopping while Joey fanned the charcoal.

The charcoal was white and ready for the chops when the two girls emerged from their tent grinning a little sheepishly. Deirdre gave them a knowing grin.

"I'd ask you to help with the veggies, but then again, better not. God knows where you had those hands," she shot at them.

"I can make an educated guess," Joey joined in and Tricia blushed furiously.

"She made me," she said pointing at her girlfriend who giggled.

"It's all your fault," Ellen laughed, in turn pointing at Deirdre. "You got our engines running with your air raid siren impression."

The girls went for a quick shower and when they returned the food was ready. Joey added wood to the fire for warmth and they sat around it eating and talking. It was past nine when they called it an evening. Joey and Deirdre retired to the camper after putting all the food into the bear-proof lockers, and the girls crawled into their tent.

Once settled in the alcove Deirdre snuggled close to Joey's back, hugging him fiercely.

"I love you, you know."

"I begin to believe it again," he answered. "It's almost like waking up after a nightmare."

He felt her nodding. "We'll have to tell our families."

"Maureen will love it. I'm not so sure about my uncle and my cousin."

"They think I'm ungrateful, huh?"

"Something like that. They'll get used to it. Tess will too."

"Fences to mend, huh? Well, that can't be helped. Are you worried?"

"Nah. One thing, though. Never, ever give the impression that you know about the Montalbans, okay?"

Again, Deirdre nodded. "Well, I promised, right? So it's the fact they were found dead that changed my mindset?"

"Good enough. After all, that's why they had to be discovered."

"Joey, there's this thing. You know my background. I'm Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. I don't tell lies and I couldn't commit a perjury. If they ever put me on the stand and ask me if I know what happened to the Montalbans I'm screwed. I'll spend the rest of my born days locked up for being in contempt of court."

"What are you aiming at?"

"Well, it's like this. There's this thing called spousal privilege. As your wife I couldn't be forced to testify. I wouldn't have to lie either. It's difficult for a DA to get around a spouse who stonewalls."

Joey chuckled. "May I consider this a marriage proposal?"

Deirdre cuffed him from behind. "You ass! I'm worried about that. I can't ever lose you again."

Joey turned. "Let's make a stop in Las Vegas. I don't want Elvis to marry us but they ought to have a judge there or someone else who can perform a civil ceremony."

"Are you serious, Joey? Do you want me?"

"No, but you have me worried over your testimony," he deadpanned getting cuffed again for his trouble. "Seriously, yes, at the first chance!"

"Goof! I love you, Joey. Plus I'm sick of the 'Darling' jokes."

"You'd still be a Dee-Dee."

"I can live with being Dee-Dee. So we'll get married in Vegas? You know, I need to call Claire. She was my anchor all those years. No way I can marry without her."

"Let's fly her in. She is still in Eureka waiting for her parents to pick her up, right? Call her and tell her the flight is on me. We can't do this without Maureen and Carla, either. I need a best man, too, and I need Tess to be there."

"You're right, Joey. They would never forgive us if we excluded them. Whom do you have in mind for a best man?"

"Felix. Is that a problem?"

Deirdre shook her head. "He helped save my life, remember? Your uncle?"

Joey grinned. "No way around that." He chuckled. "That'll stir things up for sure at the FBI field office in Vegas. Let's call the folks."

"Wow," Deirdre marveled. "That's fast. A week ago I was afraid of sleeping in the same van. Is it all right to call them at this hour?"

"No problem with Felix. He's a night owl. Let's call Maureen first." He pressed speed-dial #2 and held the phone to his ear. Maureen answered at the third calling tone. "Hey Maureen, it's Joey."