Comfortable

The divorce was final three months ago.

"Sorry," she'd said. "It just doesn't work for me anymore."

No kids, and no real property to split, it had been pretty easy. We'd both had one fling while married, but that wasn't what broke us up. She'd just lost interest. To be honest, so had I.

I hadn't been sulking, though. I was too busy. The job kept me occupied most days from eight until eight. By the time I made it back to my apartment, I would just fall out and go to sleep. It was the dreams that made me realize how much I missed a real relationship.

Jeanie was cute. A redhead with curly hair, a killer body, she had sparkling blue eyes under long, seductive lashes. She worked in an office just below and to the left of mine. Her job was all very hush-hush, with cypher locks on the door, and a slot to deliver documents. I never asked what she did in there and she never volunteered.

We'd have lunch once in a while, but never dated. We'd just laugh, make jokes, gossip a little about others, and then she'd go back behind her secure door and I'd go back upstairs.

The problem was that Jeanie was invading my dreams. We didn't talk. In fact, other than an instantaneous appearance, naked, astride me, hair swinging as she lowered herself on my cock, we never said anything at all. Or, I'd be lying in bed, wishing I wasn't alone, and Jeanie's succulent vulva would appear, inviting me to lick and suck her.

Most mornings I would awake with the lingering memory of the dream, smile at my own frailty, toss it off to being horny, and just jump in the shower to wash, shave, and get ready for work. But the dreams were becoming more frequent, and what was left over was an aching loneliness.

"Today is the day," I said to myself as I drove in and found a parking place. Low rent help like me didn't get the assigned slots of the big fish. If the walk to the shop was less than three minutes I considered myself lucky.

I slid into my seat and picked up the phone, hitting the "6" on speed dial. Six. Sex. Okay, it was a weak joke. A male voice answered.

"Jeanie there yet?" I asked. I heard the mouthpiece muffled.

"It's the man of your dreams," came through the muffling.

"Shut up," I heard her say, then more clearly, "Hello?"

"Hey," I said. "Lunch?"

"Eleven thirty."

"See you. Bye."

"Bye."

Man of her dreams? Really. What had Jeanie been telling her co-workers?"

I waited in the hallway for her to come out. She looked bright, fresh, and perky.

"Anything you want to tell me?" I asked her as we made our way to the cafeteria.

"About what?"

"I don't know. ‘Man of your dreams,' maybe?"

"That's just Mike's bullshit," she said. "He would so like to fuck me, but he's nowhere on my radar."

"Geez, Jeanie."

"What?"

We walked into the line and grabbed trays, waiting for silverware and servers.

"You never talked like that."

"Yeah, well, he pissed me off this morning. I'm sorry you heard it."

"Yeah, well, I have a confession to make."

"You want to confess in the cafeteria line?" she laughed.

"Well, it can wait until we find a table."

We processed through, swiped our cards, and turned to find a table.

"Over there," she nodded, her red curls bobbing. "Near the back wall."

"I see it," I said, agreeing and headed toward the table.

We set our trays down and got settled. I cracked open the box of orange juice."

"So, what's this confession?" she asked.

I looked up to see her startlingly blue eyes sparkling. I wasn't sure I could do this.

"How come we never dated?"

"You never asked. Besides, I thought you were married."

"Not anymore. Not for three months."

"Oh," she said.

"I guess that makes me dangerous."

"Are you?"

"What do you think?"

A tine of her fork poked thoughtfully at her bottom lip. "I don't know. You haven't been. That's why this has worked so well."

"What does that mean?"

"See," she said, "I never thought of you as one of these guys who just wanted to get in my pants. You and I are easy together. But, that's because you were married."

"Now that I'm not, I'm just as dangerous as the rest of them?"

"I don't know. You know what? I don't think so. I mean, we already have this..." She stopped. "This thing we do. It's easy. No pressure."

"You almost said relationship."

"I guess that's what it is."

"And me being divorced is going to screw that up."

"It doesn't have to."

"Do you want a relationship?" I asked.

"I like you. You seem to like me. You haven't made any overt attempt to...No, that's not right. You haven't ever been rude to me, telling me how hot I look or what a nice ass I have."

"So what's this ‘Man of your dreams' stuff all about."

"I fucked up. I told one of the guys in my shop that I had a dream about you. It got around."

"Did you? Did you have a dream about me?"

"Oh, shit. You're going to hate me if I tell you."

"I doubt that. What did you tell your friend?"

"Nothing! Oh, hell no! I just said you showed up in a dream I had."

"He didn't ask for details?"

"Yeah, he asked. But, right after I said it, I knew I'd screwed up. I didn't tell him anything."

"You could tell me."

"It isn't much, really."

"So?"

"Okay. We were on this hill. We were sitting in some long grass, and there were some trees around. We were just sitting there, looking out at some hills and valleys. It was just you and me. It was warm and comfortable. And I just said I wished we could just stay here forever."

"With me?"

"You were there."

"So, you were comfortable and I was there with you and you wanted to stay."

"Yeah."

"Was it important that I was there?"

"You were there, okay? It was all part of it."

"I think it was a nice dream."

"Just don't read anything into it, okay?"

"I just think it was nice that you were thinking about me away from here."

She tapped her fork on the tray several times. "Goddam it," she said.

"What?"

"Just...Oh, shit. I should never have told you."

"Why not?"

"Because. Goddam it. I didn't want this to happen. I like you. I like what we have right now. I don't want it to change, to get all, I don't know, complicated."

"So, you don't love me."

"Goddam it! See? That's exactly what I didn't want to happen."

"What? Nothing happened."

"Yes, it did. You said the "L" word. It...complicates things."

"Nothing is complicated, Jeanie. I promise. Nothing has to change."

"It's already changing. Don't you see? I can't be thinking about you like that."

"It was just a dream."

"I know it. I know it was. It's just...It was just so comfortable. It was easy, and warm, and...I wanted you to stay."

"So, I'll stay."

"But don't you see how that will fuck up my whole life?"

"I have no desire or intention of fucking up your life."

"You won't do it. I will. Goddam it!"

"Jeanie, please stop saying that."

"Fuck!" she said, slamming her fork down on the tray. "I'm not hungry anymore."

"Then just sit here and we'll be okay together."

"Oh," she said sadly. "You are fucking dangerous."

"I'm not, Jeanie. We'll be just like we always have been. Together. Comfortable."

"Oh, no. If we stay together like you say, it will happen. And once it happens it will turn into desires and needs and desperation. Shit!"

"If you had all this pent up inside you, why did you agree to have lunch with me today?"

"Because," her voice plaintive, almost said, "Because I want to be with you."

I reached out and took hold of her hand. It was soft and warm.

"Oh, please! Don't touch me," she moaned softly.

"I just want to offer some comfort," I said gently, pulling slowly away.

"If you touch me, you'll have to hold me. And if you hold me, you have to promise to never let me go."

"Jeanie, I would do anything for you. Just tell me."

"You were safe. You were decent. You were my friend, the one I could trust."

"Why can't I still be all those things? If that's what you want, Jeanie, that's what I'll be."

She looked at me, the sparkling eyes now glistening with tears.

She dabbed at her nose with a napkin. "What was your confession? You never told me."

"Oh, that's easy. I love you."

"Don't you say that," she growled. "Don't you SAY that!"

"Would you rather I told you I thought you were incredibly hot and I just want to get into your pants?"

We looked at each other and after a few moments, started to laugh.

"See?" she said. "You always know how to turn things around. That's why I love you."

In the noisy room, a stillness seemed to slam down around us. Her eyes grew wide.

"Oh, fuck!' she whispered. "Please tell me you didn't hear that."

"Too late," I murmured to her. "And I was only half joking earlier. My confession wasn't really that I loved you. But, now, I realize, I really do. My confession was that I've been having dreams about you, too."

"It can't," she said and stopped. "We can't let anybody know about this. We have to keep it a secret. We can meet like we always have. But, nobody can know."

"All right," I agreed. "But after work I want to be with you."

She looked at me for a long time. "Can you take this afternoon off?"

I thought about my workload. Nothing couldn't wait until tomorrow. "Yes."

"Good," she said. "Neither of us can be here today."

"Okay," I replied.

"Tell me about your dream," she demanded.

"Dreams," I corrected. "Nothing as pastoral and gentle as yours."

"They were about sex," she stated.

I nodded. "But not visceral. It was tender. And I would look up into your face and desperately want you to tell me you loved me. But, we never spoke."

"But you wanted to fuck me?"

"I wanted us to make love together."

"First we fuck. Then we'll make love. And then you will hold me and never let me go."

"Jeanie?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Screwing up your life."

"I told you. You didn't do it. I did it."

"I don't understand. I thought..."

"I fell in love with you. I didn't have to. I'm not even sure I wanted to. But it happened. So, we're going to make the most of it."

"Does it help any that I fell in love with you, too?"

She patted my cheek. "Of course it does," she said. "But right now you need to come home with me so we can fuck, okay? Let's make your dream come true. We'll take care of mine later."

She rose and I followed as we carried our trays to the disposal window. She went to her office and I went to mine. I took a half-day personal leave and met her at the entrance.

"Let's take my car," she suggested. "We'll come get yours later."

"How long a ride is it?" I asked as we wheeled out of the parking lot in Jeanie's red Focus.

"Fifteen minutes, give or take."

"Very convenient."

"Yeah."

Jeanie proficiently timed it so we made it through three stoplights without having to stop. I looked over and saw her concentrating on her driving and noticed, yet again, how attractive she was.

"You're quite beautiful, you know."

"Why are you talking?"

"I, uh, don't know. I was just observing. I think you're beautiful."

"Shut up, will you?"

"If that's what you'd like."

She'd said she loved me. I told her she was beautiful and she told me to shut up. Obviously there was some internal conflict going on.

"Okay, look," I finally worked up the courage to say, "If we're going to make this work, you're going to have to share what's going on with you."

Jeanie slammed both her hands on the steering wheel. "You don't get it, do you?"

Stunned, I stared at her for a second before answering, "No, I guess I don't."

She huffed in frustration. "I have been keeping a very tight rein on all this for several years. I've resisted and rejected several offers of relationships from a significant number of qualified suitors because they weren't my perfect match. Something was wrong with every one of them. Either they weren't physically suitable, or they had some emotional defect, or an intellectual shortcoming. And, boom! Out of nowhere, here you come and for some reason I'm having dreams about you and me and a grassy hill overlooking a lovely vista."

"I thought you said you loved me."

"I do, dammit! I don't know why, but I do. And, I don't know what to do about it. And a lot of that has to do with the fact that you said you love me, too! What am I supposed to do?"

"Why do you want to do anything?"

"Because I'm not in control anymore. I didn't choose this. I mean, I did. But I didn't intend to."

"You think I'm not your perfect mate?"

"Oh, that's just it. You probably are. I'll be we're going to screw and it's going to be better than anything I've ever experienced."

"That doesn't sound so bad, does it?"

"You really don't understand. Look, here's the truth. I love you. I really, really do. But I didn't choose you. You just happened."

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't choose you, either," I replied as gently as I could.

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You've been stalking me for months."

"I haven't," I protested. "I just liked being with you."

She swerved into a parking lot next to a four story brick apartment house. In seconds she found a space, slammed into it and jammed the gear shift into park.

"I sure hope you do," she fumed, "Because you and I are together, now."

She unsnapped the seatbelt and bolted from the vehicle. I had to hurry to catch up to her.

She swiped her card through the reader at the glass door and yanked it open.

"I would have opened that for you," I said.

"Shut up," she said. "Just shut up. Let's get this over with."

I followed her through the door and up the single flight of stairs to apartment 2-C. The same card functioned to unlock her door. She pushed it open and grabbed my arm.

"Come on," she ordered.

"No," I said, firmly.

"What?" She sounded genuinely confused.

"Stop."

Jeanie looked at me, put her fists on her hips and cocked a leg forward.

"Do you feel comfortable?" I asked.

"I'm fine. What...What are you talking about?"

"You're not fine. You're angry, or scared, or...I don't know what else. But that's not us, Jeanie. We're comfortable together. At least, that's the way it's supposed to be."

"Oh, so now you've changed your mind?"

"No, I haven't. But, Jeanie, we've never even kissed each other. The only time I tried to hold your hand, back in the cafeteria, you yanked it away."

"Don't do this, Evan," she pleaded. For the first time ever she pressed her hands against my shoulders. "If you make me go soft, I'll lose myself. It's too much; too soon."

"You won't, Jeanie. I'm right here to hold you up and pull you back to wherever it is you want to be."

"When did you know?"

"A few weeks ago," I admitted. "I wasn't going to say anything, though."

"Well, I just figured it out yesterday. Maybe Saturday. This is new, Evan. I don't know how to do it."

"How about we start like this?" I asked, putting my hand along her cheeks and pulling her toward me. "Close your eyes," I instructed gently.

Her lips melted under mine. I felt the moist warmth as I pressed easily against her. I released her, opened my own eyes and waited.

Jeanie stood with her head cocked and her eyes closed for a few moments. When she opened them I saw the sparkle and those long lashes.

"That was nice," she whispered. "Can we do it again?"

"Of course."

This time her hand wrapped around my neck and she pulled me to her. I felt her fingers in the hair at the back of my head and her warm breath on my cheek.

"That feels very comfortable," she whispered into my lips before pulling me in for another kiss. I felt my manhood start to pulse.

"We seem to fit together pretty well," I told her.

"You do love me, don't you, Evan? You don't just want into my pants?"

"I do love you, Jeanie. And I do want into your pants."

She actually giggled.

"You're really going to fuck up my life, you know?"

"Am I? I kind of thought you would complete mine."

"I don't want us mooning over each other at work."

"We're adults, Jeanie. We should be able to control ourselves."

"But we'll still meet up for lunches, won't we?"

"Of course. Isn't that where all this started?"

"How did you make me love you, Evan?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea. But I'm really glad you do."

"You know that once we make love everything changes."

"Does it? Why does it have to?"

"It's just the way things happen."

"I'm not convinced. I think I will only love you more."

"Should we go the bedroom and find out?"

"Whenever you're ready."

This time the instructions were tender. "Let's do this. I can't wait to have you."

She eased away and led me toward her bedroom. Once inside the door she turned and wrapped me in another embrace. Our kiss lasted a long time and I actually felt her tongue probe into my mouth. I let mine follow hers and was surprised when she sucked it for a few seconds.

I gently undid the four buttons on her white uniform shirt and tugged it from the black skirt she wore. Jeanie pulled it off her shoulders and leaned in for a series of short, sweet kisses.

One of the things about Jeanie that I had suppressed early on is that she really had an incredible build. Eventually, it became apparent to me that her blouses and sweaters were always straining to contain her.

"Do you know," I whispered gently and I brushed the back of my fingers across the swelling flesh revealed by the lacy edged, firmly built bra that struggled to hold her in, "How many guys would give anything to have these revealed like this?"

"Oh, I know," she replied. "I've heard it all. But they're not my fault. They just grew that way."

"I know, Jeanie. But, actually, it was your eyes that snared me."

I put my fingers into the side panels of the bra from underneath and worked my way around to her back, feeling soft skin underneath.

"You want to do this, or do you want me to?" I asked her.

"You do it," she said with a smile, then kissed me again.

"That is the first smile I've seen since lunch," I noted, between a rapid series of kisses. "All the raging and desperation, I've seen. But this is the first smile."

She leaned her head back, as I worked the clasp set on the bra. "I've...I've changed my mind."

The clasp came free. I pulled the straps off her shoulders and pulled the fabric away.

"I've decided that I want us to love each other," she whispered, pressing her lips to mine and her gloriously naked breasts into my chest, wrapping her arms over my shoulders and around my neck.

The smoldering kiss lasted a long time, and by the end, Jeanie's tongue and mine were intimately familiar with each other. The effect on me was a continued throbbing and extension of my male member within my clothing.

"I can feel that," she whispered huskily in my ear. "You want me."

"Of course I want you," I moaned back. "I'm just flesh and blood. What would you expect?"

"I expect you to get out of your clothes while I pull back the bed," she said softly, her sparkling eyes looking directly into mine.

I did and she did. When I crawled onto the bed to join her missionary style, she put a hand firmly on my chest.

"You'll find I have an issue with being submissive," she said directly. "So, you lie down on your back and I'll do the rest."

"Does that mean I get to look at your beautiful eyes, your amazing hair, your tantalizing lips and your magnificent breasts while you use me?"

"It means all that and that I'm going to bring you into my body at my speed, and feel your hands on my tits as we fuck."

I lay on my back and my shaft pointed at the ceiling. Jeanie straddled my waist, and leaned over, pressing those wonderful breasts into my hands as she planted another smoldering kiss on my lips.

"You have hold of them?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Don't let go."

"All right."

She eased herself backward until my cock was pressed against the soft moist folds of her sex.

"We're going to do this," she said softly.

"Yes."

She absorbed me so slowly that it made me want to scream. My fingers smoothed the skin of her breasts, testing their texture, and rubbing across the hard flesh of her nipples. I felt warmth, tightness, and the moist envelopment around my cock as she eased my length inside her. She gasped as she touched bottom; our pelvic regions against each other. I felt ripples of contraction rolling along my rod.

"Did you just...?" I began.

"Yes!" she snapped.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "That's amazing!"

"I never wanted anybody as much as I wanted you."

"You know this is my dream," I told her.

"Mine, too." She whispered it.

"But you said it was a field, grass, a warm, rustic scene."

"You didn't think I was going to tell you I dreamed of fucking you, did you? You would have thought I was a slut."

"I've never thought that."

She leaned forward, her eyes looking into mine. "Rub my tits, Evan. Kiss them, lick them, suck them. I'm going to fuck you."

I learned, over time, that the men who leered, commented, and desired Jeanie's breasts were pretty much right on. She focused on them, too. She loved to have them adored, caressed, kissed, licked, and suckled. They gave her power, she told me, and were marvelously sensitive. They were certainly beautiful, full, with silver-dollar areolas and generous nipples. I came to delight in worshiping them.

Jeanie had another unique element to her sexual activities. She did moan a bit in the process. She would groan, sometimes, if something stimulated her just right. When she came, though, she neither wailed, screamed, nor cried. I came to call it the orgasmic warble. It was like an on-going "Oh" sound, but with laughter underneath that lasted until the climax passed. I'd never heard the like before and I loved it. Afterwards, she would fall forward on me and plant repeated kisses all over my face, her ragged breathing hot and rapid on my cheeks, chin, forehead, eyes and ears. When in the cowgirl position, she would rise up, kneel astride me, pull my hands to her breasts and look into my eyes, and say, "I love how we fuck." It was honest, open, and forthright, and I'm not even sure she knew she was doing it.

This first time, however, as she began her orgasmic warble, I started to pump my load into her, her eyes got wide and she sat very still.

"We didn't use any protection!" she said, obviously alarmed. "I'm going to get pregnant!"

"Not with me," I managed to gasp. "Vasectomy. Two years ago."

That knowledge seemed to turn Jeanie loose. After learning that, Jeanie was all over me. She wanted sex. She wanted it regularly. She wanted it irregularly. She seemed insatiable.

"I want to envelope you completely," she said. "I want us to be one."

"And I want to come up from inside you and be one with you."

Sex was the closest we could come to achieving those desires. I was inside her and she enveloped me.

Jeanie was also unconcerned about the mess we made. After riding me, she would, eventually, roll off and lie beside me.

"You're going to leak," I reminded her.

"It's just you," she said. "It'll wash off."

After our first joining she lay next to me and asked me to tell her something about her that I loved.

"Besides your eyes, lips, hair, face, and other nether parts?" I replied.

"Something I have control over. Like something I do or know."

"Well, I love that you think. I believe you have a tremendous intellect and a great sense of humor."

"What about my work?"

"You're work? Hell, Jeanie, I don't even know why you do behind the cypher locked door."

"Cyber security."

"Is that's what you guys are doing in there?"

She nodded.

"To keep us safe from cyber attacks?"

"And to keep insiders from letting our secrets out."

"You monitor us?"

"The computer stuff. Yeah."

"So you look at our computers?"

"That's right," she giggled. "I know all about your little forays on the internet."

"Oh, geez!"

"The bosses don't care about that stuff, as long as it's not hours and hours. They're more concerned about sharing secure files with outsiders."

"What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think about what I've been doing?"

"You have some eclectic tastes."

"I love your vocabulary," I noted. "What do you mean eclectic?"

"You seem to have an attraction to sharing your wife."

"It seems stimulating to me."

"Would you share me?"

"Not today. Not tonight. But, if at some point in the future you had the inclination, I might."

Jeanie hiked herself up on an elbow. "You think it's sexy to fuck around?"

"Not at all. I despise deception."

"Explain."

"Do we have to do this now?"

"Will you explain it to me if I suck your cock?"

"Jeanie!"

"You know I'm going to do it sooner or later. So, I'll suck your cock and you explain how letting me fuck somebody else is okay."

"Jeanie, please," I begged.

"Oh, hush. I want to do this. So, you might as well tell me while I'm doing it."

I felt her hair brush over my abdomen. Her hand grasped my flaccid meat and pulled it up. She placed a couple of kisses on it. I groaned as her mouth enveloped the crown. After a few seconds of her tongue working around the head, she released me.

"You can start any time," she said. She put her lips back on the tip and pushed me between them until she had me in her mouth.

"It's about freedom," I began.

Jeanie hummed understanding.

"Don't do that," I said. "It vibrates me."

She stopped. "Go ahead," she ordered.

"If I value you as an individual, a free spirit, someone who can and should make their own choices, then why should I get in the way?"

"Because you love me and don't want me getting laid by anybody else," she replied, and then resumed her attention to my quickening rod.

"But, maybe you'd want to, just to see, just to experience it. If I believe you love me, and I trust you, then you'll come back to me. You'll come back because you know I love you.

"You're making this hard for me," I interjected.

"No, my love," she said. "I'm making it hard for me." She dove back onto me.

"See, love trumps sex. You can experience the physical delights of sex. You can get laid by someone else and still be in love with me."

"Isn't that cheating?"

"It isn't if we are both aware and in agreement."

"So, if I told you Wally said I had a great pair of tits and he'd really like to fuck me, you'd be okay if I did it?"

"Do you love Wally?"

"No."

"Do you want to have sex with him?"

"Why should I? I can have sex with you."

"This isn't working."

"It is, Evan. Look how hard you're starting to get."

"That's not.... Look, think of someone you want to have sex with."

"You."

"Not me. Somebody else."

"There isn't anybody else."

"Not now. But, maybe, in the future, there will be."

"I don't want to think about the future. I want you. You're ready."

"Okay," I sighed. "Maybe we'll talk about this later."

She turned around on the bed to face me. "Will you freak out if I kiss you right now?"

"Because you've just..."

"Yeah."

"Don't be silly."

She leaned in and kissed me, passionately, her lips press hard on mind and her tongue dancing around my mouth. "I love that you let me kiss you after I've been sucking on you."

"I love you," I said, trying to sound reasonable. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Some guys would freak out."

"Just for curiosity, and not that I particularly care, but, how many guys have you been with?"

"I don't know. I never counted. Eight, maybe ten. A dozen, I guess. You knew I wasn't a virgin, didn't you?"

"I had a pretty good idea," I laughed. "And, like I said, I don't really care. That's all history."

"Right," she said. "And anybody that's willing to let me fuck who I want can't be too picky, right?"

I just shook my head slowly. "It's not going to be like that," I said.

"Can I tell you about the last guy I was with?"

"If you feel the need."

"Well," she said, kneeling on her haunches, her right hand continuing to stroke my hardness, "It was kind of spur of the moment. Neither of us saw it coming. Then, we just sort of came together. And, when I lowered myself on him, the funniest thing, I came. I mean it wasn't one of the mind blowing orgasm like I had later. But it was there, just the same. And when he was inside me, it felt so good. We fit together really, really well."

"You're talking about us."

"You're the last guy I was with. Then, I got him all flustered, and I sucked his cock until he got hard."

"Then what?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Then I told him that I'd fucked him, so it was his turn. I wanted him to fuck me. But not missionary."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I told him that cowgirl was my favorite. My second favorite was from behind."

"Doggy style?"

"I hate that term, but, yeah. So I told him that's how I wanted him to fuck me."

"And?"

"And he said he loved me and would do whatever I wanted."

"I love you, and I'll do whatever you want."

She released me, got on all fours and crawled toward the upper left corner of the bed. I crawled up behind her. She reached back between her legs and grabbed me. She spread her knees a little to lower herself and put my cock at her entrance. I held absolutely still as she eased back toward me, absorbing my hard into her.

"Do you see how well we fit?" she asked, with a tiny gasp.

"I've noticed," I said. I eased out a bit and then back in. She raised her head and her curly red hair splayed across her upper back and shoulders.

"How many women have you had?" she asked. "Not that I care."

"Six, I guess. One in high school. A few in college. My ex-wife, and one affair."

"We're better together than all of them, though, right?"

"Well, it's too early to judge fairly," I began.

"You're a bastard," she snarled.

I laughed. "Actually, no. But I'd say this is going to rank right up there among the best."

"You're damned right. I'm going to be the best fuck you've ever had."

"Certainly are for today," I joked.

"You're not going to come for a while," she said through a gasp as I penetrated her again. "I expect at least two orgasms before you come."

"I'll do my best," I assured her.

My best was two thundering orgasms with the warble, followed by a third as I finally lost control and spurted my load inside her. Jeanie was much more subdued after that round.

As we lay in the shambles of the bed, arms wrapped around each other, Jeanie spoke softly.

"We are so good together."

"I think we are," I agreed.

"Evan?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry about all that stuff earlier. We are going to make this be okay."

"I never doubted it."

"It was just so unexpected for me."

"The dream about us in the grass was real, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Except the part I left out."

"The part about us making love?"

"How did you know?"

I kissed her forehead and inhaled the fragrance of her. "Because of how all this came crashing together."

"You're not going to fuck up my life, Evan."

"I know."

"The two of us are going to become my life."

"And mine."

"I was just surprised. I thought I was going to get to choose."

"You did. You could have suppressed it if you wanted."

She raised her head to look at me. "I tried that. I've been trying for months. I just couldn't stay away. You were the decent guy that I liked too much to avoid falling in love."

"For months, huh?"

She lay her head down in the crook of my neck and shoulder, grasped my arm, and threw a leg across my thigh, pulling me as close as we could get. "How long have you loved me?" she asked softly.

"Forever, Jeanie. I've loved you forever. I just didn't know it was you."

"You know what's so wonderful about this?"

"Tell me."

"It's so easy to love you. You make me feel safe and desired. There's no pressure to prove anything. It's just comfortable."