Chapter 6

Benjamin and I went for a pit stop before heading up the stairs to my suite. He seemed to accept his new home and family. Seeing him relax in his new surroundings got me thinking about how radically my world had changed in just a few days. Benjamin was abandoned along a freeway, picked up by a stranger, treated by a vet, and cared for with a great deal of love and attention. My life in Iowa ended with an explosion, and I was picked up by a stranger family, embraced into their home, and cared for with great interest. The parallels were striking.

I was barely undressed when Andrea let herself into my bedroom, tossed her clothes off, and joined me in the shower. It seemed like the Waters ladies liked assignations with strange men under hot water. It might be that they come honestly by the name Waters. She came to me like a female lion stalking her prey. The look in her eyes was pure sex, and there was no mistaking her intentions.

Andrea wanted me.

All of me.

Right now.

Watching her coming for me gave me time to consider the whole person. Andrea's naked body was lovely and wounded, all at the same time. Her breasts were impressive, but her skin tone showed the sickness that ravaged her, and her pubic hair was all but withered and gone, presumably from the same illness. Even sick, Andrea was imposing, strong, direct, and needy. She cupped my testicles in one hand, while drawing my hand to her mound with the other. She wanted to cum, and cum right now! We stood under the warm water cascading down onto our energized bodies, and I couldn't imagine waiting any longer. Rather than discuss it, I turned Andrea away from me and entered her from behind, eliciting a long, low moan from her lips as I set up a gentle rhythm.

Andrea wanted it hard and fast, but I held her tightly, refusing to hurry and spoil the moment. She squeezed me with her impressive internal muscles as I reached the bottom of her cavern. When she felt the head of Mr. Johnson against her cervix, Andrea sucked in a deep breath, slightly changed the angle of my penetration, and pushed hard to take me deeper inside.

The sudden vice like grip that followed brought on an involuntary climax, and I poured myself into her clasping womb. Andrea reacted like I had hooked her up to a high tension line, squeezing, clamping down on me, and screaming in orgasm, all at once. The intensity of my eruption was enough to take all the strength out my body, and I knew if I felt so weak, she had to be doubly so. Rather than allow her to fall onto the tile floor, I held her tight against me and stayed still until the weakness passed.

When we were finally back in control, Andrea turned in my arms and kissed me with such hunger that I knew she felt the same shock that I did. Her eyes were alive with questions, even as I wanted someone to explain to us what just happened. We both knew that sex, even good sex, wasn't that good. Something magical had happened, but we were lost as to what, or why. Our bodies seemed to know each other, and want this on a level far below consciousness. We were drawn to this moment, and when we joined the sensation was somewhere out beyond pleasure. We exceeded pleasure, together, and found ourselves in undiscovered country within a universe of our own making we'd never imagined existed.

If sex could be this good, why didn't I figure it out in one of my earlier lives?

Andrea held me fiercely, refusing to let me out of her grasp while she came to grips with the sensations exploding through her body. I loved feeling her plastered against me so much that Mr. Johnson came back from the dead, and without thinking, I wormed my way back inside. It never occurred to me that Andrea wasn't up for an encore. We belonged locked together in that age old embrace. It completed us both, but in ways I couldn't begin to explain. In the end, instead of two separate people, it was like we were two halves searching for the other. When we came together, we joined from the edges to the core in a way that had never happened to either of us before.

Feeling the now familiar intrusion, Andrea smiled, sighed, and bucked onto me, taking my length all at once, and trapping me within her depths. The hard floor of the shower was forgotten, as we climbed the mountain. Andrea's eyes were fierce, frightened, bright, and brilliant. I thought, 'She wants this. She needs this. And even though she's never missed it, she knows she needs it.'

Those thoughts and much more crowded in on me as we shared everything. Our second time was softer, gentler, and much, much longer. Having given up my essence twice in a short time, the third eruption was longer coming, produced less volume, and lasted for a shorter period of time. Andrea came two more times, the second one being too much for her, and I had to support her weight until I was complete, and then I helped us sink to the floor.

We stayed clinging to one another, panting for breath and too weak to stand, for what seemed like a long time. Cassandra found us there, still naked, still pounded by the cascading water when she wandered in to say goodnight. Andrea gave no hint of being shamed by having her daughter find her naked with a boy. Cassandra certainly knew the secrets we'd shared, so we were all rather at ease with the circumstances and polite about it. Andrea kissed me once more, thanked me for a 'wonderful time, ' wrapped herself in a huge bath towel, and headed off to bed, while Cassandra joined me for my first night in my new home.

"I couldn't wait to be with you again," she breathed into my ear in a voice dripping with desire. "It may sound insane, but I haven't been with a man since my ex took off with thirty-three million dollars of my trust fund. It hurt so bad to be abandoned by a husband who also took off with my money. Mother put her lawyers and investigators on his trail, and hounded him until almost every penny was returned, and he was safely in jail – in Brazil! They tell me Brazilian jails are not nearly as comfortable as they are in America, so I doubt he has enjoyed the experience..."

Cassandra didn't want to talk about her ex. "I had such a hard time trusting myself with men after failing so miserably to see through Jacob. He scammed me from start to finish, and I never saw it coming. That all seemed to change when you looked at me with those kind, sweet, sexy eyes, and I just had to be with you, Carl. There is something so ... so ... I don't know. Maybe it's just magic, or chemistry, or something, but you got me so worked up that I couldn't wait to undress and join you in the shower, yesterday."

While she disclosed her secrets, I disclosed her assets – physically speaking - of course. Cassandra squirmed and quivered as I used my teeth to finish what my hands had started. As I tugged her panties down with my mouth, she pressed herself into me, letting me experience her arousal. The combination of scent and female fluid of arousal did for Mr. Johnson what it would do for any man short of a corpse. I was roused, ready, and rocking in a heartbeat.

It's good to be fourteen again. Recovery is seconds to minutes, not hours.

Cassandra, for all her recent celibacy, was all in for anything I wanted, and when I turned her over, she assumed I wanted her anally and sighed in either disappointment or anxiety. The idea of taking her that way was not in my plans, and when I slid home where I belonged, she relaxed and re-joined the party. Her willingness to submit did make me wonder if she tended to that type of thing. It would bear watching.

Andrea certainly gave no hint of a submissive side, but Cassandra seemed almost unwilling to speak up when she thought it might hurt. Hopefully we would be able to work through that and restore her sense of personal control over her body. Thinking about controlling her body made me wonder if I was going to get a shot at the girls, Donna and Lilly. Thinking about Donna and Lilly got me wondering what was under Penny's blouse, and wondering about the hidden contents of Penny's blouse got me back to where I started, deeply inside Cassandra.

I felt her shift into a higher gear, which got me fully re-engaged in her pleasure, and I took her to the stars before I managed to climax again. Cassandra was soaked with sweat, panting like a marathon runner, and clinging to me for dear life after I flipped her onto her back and resumed the strategic work of bringing about massive orgasms for my dear friend, and apparently, new guardian.

I looked deeply into Cassandra's beautiful blue eyes as we arrived together at the threshold of mind blowing orgasms. I could see her devotion. It was naked and unafraid, so even if her ex was a sleaze bag, he hadn't ruined Cassandra for love.

Love...

Could she possibly be in love with me that fast? Was it just the refreshing release of explosive sex that made her think she was in love? What possible good could come out of Cassandra loving me? I always died in the end. I ALWAYS left loved ones behind to grieve and go on without me. Those who shared their most intimate moments with me deserved far more than a broken heart and grieving spirit in return.

Those thoughts and more were swept from my head when Cassandra gasped, wrapped both legs around my waist and squeezed so tight it felt like not only the air, but the rest of me was being squeezed out, as she surrendered to the big "O".

It was big, too.

She screamed, snorted, coughed up phlegm from somewhere deep in her lungs, and sprayed it all over the top of my head, as she climaxed right along with me. I poured into her the essence that I hoped would heal her, and as I came, I felt the gates of her cervix part, taking the bulk of my ejaculate directly into her womb. Like Andrea, Cassandra succeeded in taking as much of what I could give, as deeply inside her body as was possible without a scalpel. Even as I came, I prayed to God and the Universe that whatever I was issuing forth would be the thing necessary for her healing.

Somewhere, down deep in my soul, I knew it was...

... and knowing that comforted me.

Washing off the aftermath of great sex is often a task, instead of a pleasure, but Cassandra and I spent almost a half hour washing one another back in my shower. She squirmed as I used my hands, fingers, teeth and tongue to make certain she was squeaky clean for bed. I wasn't up for more sex. Cassandra didn't seem to need another climax. We were content to touch, stroke, feel, taste, and see all the nooks and crannies of our bodies.

Cassandra gave a little jerk when I tasted her rectum. Swirling my tongue all around the little star seemed to both please and scare her. I kept it up out of curiosity and was rewarded for my devotion, when Cassandra peered down at me, and said, "You just have to keep that up. I had no idea my bottom could give me so much pleasure, Carl. Where did you learn to give a girl that kind of attention?"

Rather than answer, I swished my tongue around, in and out, and all over Cassandra's lovely bottom. At one point, when I'd tickled her rectum just right, she groaned, bent forward, and pressed herself so hard against my tongue that her flower opened and took my tongue inside. That surprised her enough that she momentarily froze. Allowing my rather educated tongue to gain traction inside her and bring another kind of thrill entirely.

Cassandra wasn't ready for anywhere near where that was headed. I knew I wasn't sent back into my younger body to edify her on the finer points of anal intercourse, so I enjoyed the side trip into her most forbidden place, and when she tensed slightly, I moved on to other sensual delights. Sleep was a precious resource for me that first night in Texas. Cassandra cuddled as tightly to me as possible, and we were lost to the cares of this world for nearly eight hours.

I awoke to a pair of eyes staring intently at me.

Benjamin stood patiently beside Lilly, looking for all the world like he wished she would produce a dog biscuit for him. He was calmer than last night, but unsure of himself even so. Lilly had apparently come in search of her mother, and found her dead to the world in my arms. There was no disappointment or rejection of her mother's behavior in her eyes, but there was an honest curiosity there that appealed to me. As I roused, trying not to waken Cassandra until it was necessary, I smiled at Lilly and whispered, "Good morning, Sunshine. Is everything alright?"

Lilly reddened at my inquiry, which got me wondering just what she was thinking. It might have been adolescent curiosity about what the blankets were hiding, or it might have been just teenage girl curiosity without the sexual undertones, but what was obvious, was that Lilly wasn't angry to find her mother in bed with me. If Jane and Andrea decided that all five of the Waters girls would become my bed partners, then Lilly would find out all about what was under the sheets that caused her mother to be so sleepy. I kind of liked that thought.