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Bridge Engineering: Part 3
Bridge Engineering: Part 3
Settling In For A Long Winter’s Nap.
Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.
We all said our goodnights, then Stefani and I made our way
back up the stairs. I closed the door to the basement and motioned for her to
wait for a moment. I reached up to a nearby shelf and very carefully removed an
old set of sleigh bells, which I silently hung on the doorknob as an early
warning system.
Stefani whispered, "Someone has been doing some serious
planning."
I quietly replied, "Yes, someone has. Is it
working?"
She answered by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me
into our first slow, introductory kiss. Our lips separated briefly, we looked
silently into each other's eyes for a moment, then our heads instinctively
tilted and our lips came back together with a deeper, more confident kiss. One
kiss blurred into two, then three, and continued until one was
indistinguishable from the next. Our mouths opened wider and wider, yearning to
feel the other partner's passion, before our tongues began a frantic dance
between her mouth and mine.
My hands began exploring the soft curves of her lower back,
just above where the satin dress flared outward over her hips, and her long
fingers ran through my hair as her hands eagerly pulled me into our hungry
kisses.
I lost all sense of time as we finally broke the passionate
tension that had been building between us over the past months. I hadn't
realized how much I missed an emotional and physical connection with a special
someone, and I knew she felt the same.
Our faces were both flush with passion and gasping for breath
when I reluctantly pulled away from our moment. Without saying anything, I
gently kissed her one more time, took her hand in mine, and led her toward the
loft stairs. Stefani understood my intentions and acknowledged her consent with
a beaming smile and by clutching my arm close to her body as we walked up the
stairs.
As we reached the top of the stairs, I motioned toward my
bedroom door where a branch of mistletoe hung in the threshold. Stefani saw it
and quickly moved to position herself as a gatekeeper in the doorway, saying,
"I'm glad you took my advice."
I responded by taking her in my arms and resuming the
passionate kissing and interplay of our tongues that had begun downstairs.
Stefani draped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as my
hands slid down her back to feel the satin covered swells of her ass.
With our continued intimate contact, my cock responded and
began to expand downward inside my pant leg, sandwiched against Stefani's
pelvis as it grew. In her own expression of arousal, she extended one leg out
from the full length slit in her skirt and wrapped it around the back of my
thighs, intentionally pressing her skirt covered mound firmly against my
restrained tool.
Our mouths frantically struggled to find new depths and my
hands cupped her ass as she began urgently grinding herself against my cock.
The fervor was only broken when we began to lose balance and Stefani returned
to standing on both feet.
We both took the opportunity to occupy our hands in other
ways, hers sliding between us to grasp at my cock and to unsuccessfully pull at
my belt, and mine fumbling to release the back closure on her dress. Admitting
defeat, we both paused and I moved behind her to take a different approach.
My hand brushed her silken curls aside as I placed soft
kisses down the side of her neck and slowly loosened a series of clasps on the
back of her dress. She uttered soft moans of pleasure as my lips explored her
nape then concentrated on areas that drew the most response.
As I continued to expose more of her sensual back with the
release of each fastener, Stefani crossed one arm over her bosom to hold the
dress in place and reached behind herself with the other to caress the engorged
flesh straining within the stretched fabric of my slacks.
When I finished the last of the clasps, she removed her hand
from my cock and used it to push me backward onto the edge of the bed. I sat in
rapt attention as she took a couple steps away from me and, with her back
turned, stepped out of her heels to reveal neatly manicured toes with nails
painted to complement the color of her dress.
Now with bare feet, she turned to face me, still holding the
dress with one arm crossed over her tits. Her eyes erotically connected with
mine as her hands slowly slid the dress downward, seductively unveiling bit by
bit of her amazing body. First were her braless tits, pear-shaped handfuls with
the slight sag of an early-thirties mother and topped with aroused gumdrop size
nipples on proportionately sized areola.
With my attentive eyes and childlike smile suggesting
approval, the maroon satin curtain continued descending to uncover a slender
torso with modestly toned abs and a cute concave belly button. Once her hands
reached the top flare of her hips, Stefani released the dress and let gravity
pool it at her feet.
Her flat stomach and thin waist gave way to supple curves of
womanly hips, which then tapered back to meet her long legs. The toned muscles
gracefully ebbed and flowed, punctuated by lean knees and petite ankles, all
proportionate to the scale of her tall, trim frame.
Stefani was a vision, standing before me in nothing but a
pair of black satin panties consisting of a small triangle over her sex and
thin ribbons of fabric extending outward over subtly visible hip bones. I
quickly shed my sport coat and shoes and began opening the buttons down the
front of my dress shirt as Stefani did a slow turn and playfully wiggled her
amazing heart-shaped ass.
I tore my gaze from her body and looked her lustfully in the
eyes as she completed her turn, "Wow, you are absolutely incredible!"
My shirt was completely unbuttoned and my full-mast erection
strained obscenely against the front of my dress pants. I pulled the shirt
tails out from under my waistband and started to unbuckle my belt, but Stefani
interceded, "Please, let me."
I dropped my hands to my sides as she closed the few steps
between us and bent forward to kiss me as I sat on the edge of the bed. We
shared a few short kisses before she placed her hands on my chest and gently
pushed my torso back on the bed. I propped myself on my elbows as she began
trailing kisses down the center of my chest and deftly pulled my belt free of
its buckle while opening my slacks.
By the time her kisses reached my waist, she was on her
knees before me and nuzzled her face against my boxer short covered rod and
began kissing along its fabric covered length. The eroticism of the sight and
the feel of her warm breath would have easily put me over the edge had I not
done everything in my power to hold back.
Sensing my edging, Stefani relented her touch and curled her
slender fingers under the waistband of my slacks and boxers. I lifted my hips
to assist while she pulled the waistband toward herself and carefully lifted it
over my straining bulge. Her eyes fixated on the vertical tower that sprung
upward as soon as it was free of its prison, and continued staring as she
pushed the unwanted clothing down my legs.
Once she had my pants fully removed, she slowly slid her
hands along the top of my legs while she placed a line of kisses up my right
inner thigh. She made one last kiss right next to the base of my cock then
nuzzled her face against it and cooed soft hums of contentment.
Meanwhile, her right hand took a moment to caress my pelvic
area before her long, slender fingers encircled my shaft and began to explore
its girth and length. After a few moments, Stefani pulled her head away from me
enough to visually inspect every detail of my cock as her hand slowly stroked
up-and-down and moved it from side-to-side, exploring its network of veiny
ridges and large swollen mushroom cap. Her attention resulted in a bead of
clear pre-cum pooling on my tip, which she leaned forward and licked away
before it dripped downward.
With her visual inspection seemingly complete, Stefani
continued to slowly stroke my cock while she moved her head downward and used
her tongue to caress my loose hanging, neatly shaven balls and then envelope
one of the globes fully in her warm mouth. At this point, the previous single
bead of pre-cum gave way to a steady stream trailing down the side of my shaft
and over the back of her hand.
After giving both orbs equal treatment, her tongue followed
my trail of precum over the back of her hand and up my throbbing shaft to its
source. She looked me deeply in the eyes as she slowly took my engorged head
into her mouth and swirled her tongue around its rim.
I held the approaching orgasm at bay by brushing her curly
locks aside and placing my hands on the sides of her cheeks to gently guide her
off my cock. I continued guiding her up to me where she put a leg on each side
of my hips to straddle over me.
I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her with
passionate urgency as her naked chest pressed against mine and my still leaking
cock sandwiched between my stomach and hers. As we kissed, she shifted her
position upward so her panty covered sex rested on my shaft and then began to
slowly rockng her hips, using my cock to work the fabric into her moist folds.
My hands instinctively cupped her ass and reinforced her grinding motions.
Kissing tapered off as our breathing became heavier and
Stefani raised her torso off my chest to find a slightly different position on
my cock. We continued to look into each other's eyes as my hands left her ass
to explore the alluring tits hanging above me, seductively swaying in time with
her motions.
I held them for the very first time, massaging and gently
squeezing the milky masses while her erect, gumdrop size nipples punctuated my
palms. Her heavy breathing was interrupted when my fingers playfully pinched at
the swollen nubs, so I took that as encouragement to lift my head and give them
some oral stimulation. My mouth covered one, then the other, swirling my tongue
and suckling as Stefani increased the speed and force of her hip movements.
Realizing the pressure once again building in my balls, I
swiftly rolled our semi-conjoined bodies and reversed our positions, with
Stefani now on her back and me sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel between
her legs.
She raised her hips as I grasped and pulled the thin satin
ribbons from her hips. They slid toward me and the sodden triangle of fabric
reluctantly separated from her wet folds to reveal a small, neatly trimmed
patch of hair immediately above glistening and rosy pink gateway petals. They
were naturally opened wide to display her well-lubricated inner flesh and
partially cloaked love-button.
With her panties fully removed, I gently opened her knees
and started to lean forward. Stefani understood my intent, bent her legs
upward, and opened them widely to allow me full access. Like she had done to me
earlier, my lips left a line of kisses up her inner thigh as my nose inhaled
her intoxicating scent. Having reached my destination, I gently licked the outer
lips on each side of her opening before sucking each into my mouth and giving
equal treatment.
Stefani's hands had found my head and were offering
reassuring encouragement to continue the oral pleasures. My hands also
wandered, alternating between holding her hips and kneading her tits as my
tongue's attention became more fervent. I moved from her labia to firmly lick
the length of her central opening, gently brushing over the top of her clit.
Stefani responded by tensing her legs and clenching my hair in her hands.
I returned down to cover the core of her sex with my mouth
and swirl my tongue around the entrance to her tunnel. Stefani moaned and
continued pulling at my hair as I very slowly moved my attention upward.
Eventually, my mouth centered over her pearl and the tip of my tongue tenderly
circled around it, before firmly pressing against it.
She moaned loudly and every muscle in her body tightened as
I changed from licking to sucking on her button. I was rewarded with a flood of
her cordials and a long series of rhythmic contractions. I gave her outer
petals a few more gentle licks and caressed her flat stomach with my hands
while she recovered from the height of her pleasure.
When she returned to consciousness, she breathlessly
whispered, "Come here." and motioned me toward her. I stood from
kneeling at the edge of the bed and climbed between her still splayed legs to
hold myself over her.
Stefani quietly said, "Thank you. You have no idea how
amazing that was; how amazing it is to be here with you." as she tenderly
wiped her juices from my cheeks and mouth.
I responded, "It's been an amazing couple of months. I
haven't felt this way about someone since;”
I was speaking from my heart without the filter of my head
when I realized the inappropriateness of what I was about to say, and adjusted
my statement to, "; well, for a very long time."
Stefani looked me lovingly in the eyes, cupped my cheek with
her hand, and said, "It's okay to talk about her. Julie is still part of
you and always should be. I know how much you love her and it means a lot that
you would even mention me in the same breath."
I leaned down with an appreciative kiss as I held myself
over her. One kiss led to another, then to another and another, until our
tongues were tangled and our mouths continually joined. We made out with
renewed urgency and Stefani reached between our bodies to wrap her hand around
my still steely rod.
She broke our kissing long enough to beg, "Please, I
need you inside me."
Our kissing resumed as she guided my cock toward her opening
and rubbed its engorged glans up and down her slit several times before
removing her hand. Her arms encircled my neck as we kissed and I shifted my
hips to seat the tip of my cock firmly against her gateway.
Stefani moaned into my mouth when she felt the pressure, and
tightened her arms around my neck when the head slowly pushed through her
stretched but slippery opening. I cautiously rocked my hips, pausing frequently
and allowing her passageway muscles to relax around my rigid cock. She urged me
to continue by mumbling into our locked mouths, "More; more; more;”
I applied a little more pressure with each motion of my hips
and her body slowly welcomed me deeper and deeper. Signaling she wanted more,
Stefani wrapped her long legs around me, interlocking her ankles behind my ass
and flexing her legs to draw me further inside.
With confidence that Stefani was wanting more, I broke our
kissing and took her hands in mine, pinning them above her head as I held my
body above hers. She seemed excited for me to take control and relaxed her legs
while still keeping her ankles interlocked behind me. I began increasing the
speed and force of my thrusts, eliciting yelps of pleasure as my cock explored
new depths.
The bed shook with our quick motions, as did Stefani's curly
tresses and motherly tits. The expressions of pleasure on her face were
incredibly erotic and I changed to longer, slower strokes to delay my pending
orgasm and prolong our pleasure.
She understood what I was doing and agreeably pleaded,
"Kiss me."
I did, and we made love with our mouths while she reinforced
my long, slow, intentional pelvic motions with her legs wrapped around me. That
tender moment was emblematic of everything we both wanted and needed. There was
an unspoken connection between our souls, bridging our broken pasts and forever
joining us into the future.
Our bodies responded physically to the emotional and
spiritual joining. Stefani's by weeping in happiness through a long, rolling
orgasm; and mine by releasing eight years' worth of pent-up passion deep into
her womb.
Completely consumed by the intensity of the experience,
Stefani rolled with me as I collapsed beside her on the bed, our legs still
intertwined and my cock slowly softening inside her residual contractions. I
looked knowingly into her tearful eyes and said softly, but with conviction,
"I love you."
Stefani pressed her forehead and sniffling nose into my neck
and replied, "I love you, too; even more than I thought I did before
tonight."
We laid silently in each other's arms, exchanging occasional
pecks of affection, until my flaccid cock slipped from Stefani's sex followed
by a flood of our combined juices. She quickly cupped her hand to her crotch
and scurried to the ensuite bathroom.
While she was in there, I quickly slipped on my boxer
shorts, opened the bedroom door, and stepped out into the loft to check on the
girls. The house was silent and the sleigh bells on the basement doorknob
appeared undisturbed.
Satisfied all was well, I was walking back in the bedroom
and was closing the door when Stefani emerged from the bathroom, still naked,
and proclaimed in a hushed voice, "David! I've never been so full of cum
in my life!"
I shrugged my shoulders as I approached her saying,
"You're the one that turned me on so much." then pulled her into a
passionate embrace and kiss.
She returned my kiss then pulled away saying, "I think
I would like some more." as she pulled down my boxer shorts and dropped to
her knees in one swift motion. She engulfed my limp cock into her warm mouth
and massaged it with her tongue until it began to swell. One hand massaged my
balls while the other cupped my ass cheek and pulled me into her ministrations.
Once I had a hint of rigidity, she began bobbing her head
and applying suction to further draw out my length. Working my cock in and out
of her mouth, she made sure the sensitive underside of my glans remained in
full contact with her tongue. It didn't take long for me to reach a full,
raging erection. Sensing that with her mouth, Stefani confirmed with a couple
quick strokes of her hand before standing and moving toward the bed.
I watched in rapt attention as she climbed onto the center
of the bed, positioned herself on her elbows and knees, and seductively wiggled
her ass in the air. She looked at me over her shoulder with lust in her eyes
and implored, "Take me!"
I quickly climbed on the bed and positioned myself behind
her. My hands playfully grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me,
sandwiching my thickened shaft against her ass. She responded by wiggling her
ass, which served to neatly seat my rod between her cheeks. I held her hips
with my hands and rocked a few times to slide the underside of my cock against
her cheeks.
Having played around enough, I shifted backward on my knees
and cupped a hand under her sex. I briefly caressed her inflamed and eager
mound before dipping two fingers further into her very well lubricated slit.
Stefani uttered encouraging moans as my fingers worked in and out of her
dripping wet hole.
Knowing we were both ready for the main event, I pulled my
copiously coated hand from her mound and used it, along with the pre-cum
already dripping from my tip, to spread lubrication along the length of my
throbbing shaft.
Stefani looked back at me as I held her hip with one hand
and guided my cock toward her opening with the other. We both gave prolonged
moans as our heightened arousal allowed me to penetrate her fully in one long
push.
Once inside her, she looked back at me and renewed her
original request, "Take me!"
And so I did. With my hands holding her hips and pulling her
back against my pelvis with every stroke, I began lustfully pistoning in and
out of her tunnel. She buried her face into the mattress and squealed with
delight as I pounded into her roughly, causing her hanging pear-shaped tits to
swing violently with my harsh pummeling. After a while, my hands moved to
cradle the milky fruits and feel their rippling movements against my palms.
As I became winded from the extended punishment I was giving
Stefani, I used the supple handfuls to raise her torso toward me and
aggressively kiss the nape of her neck as my cock momentarily slowed its
assault. Stefani muttered unintelligible encouragements as her tunnel walls
pleasured in the slowed movements of my veiny shaft and bulbous head erotically
sliding in and out.
In the course of my affection, her breathing quickened and
became shallower as she ascended toward climax. Knowing she was close, I gave
her sensitive nipples a quick squeeze, pushed her torso back down to the
mattress, and grabbed her hips to resume my forceful penetrations.
My lustful plunging quickly put Stefani over her summit and
she emitted long moans of pleasure punctuated only by the impacts of my pelvis
against her ass. Her body began quaking and, unable to support herself, crashed
forward face down on the bed.
My body followed hers downward and pinned her against the
mattress as I gave a few more hard thrusts before pushing myself as far into
her depths as possible, and releasing volley after volley of cum. Her walls
sheathing my cock spasmed through a long drawn-out orgasm, milking every drop
of seed from my cock.
I held myself over her while our mutual orgasm slowly
subsided. Not wanting to smother her with my weight, I rolled off to her side,
leaving a strand of cum as my cock slipped from her warmth and dragged across
her ass.
Still laying on her stomach, Stefani turned her head and
motioned me toward her for a series of lovingly soft post-coital kisses. She
then repeated her earlier actions of cupping a hand to her crotch and making
her way to the bathroom, to which I chuckled and she returned a playfully stern
expression and wagging finger.
I checked on the girls again while she was in the bathroom
and then we both decided we should get a little sleep before they would be up
for Christmas morning. Stefani set the alarm on her phone and we drifted off to
sleep naked in each other's arms.
Wake Up Call.
I didn't hear the alarm, but Stefani did and apparently
decided to give me a different type of wake-up call. I awoke to the feeling of
wet warmth around my morning erection.
I looked down to see a mass of dark curly hair slowly moving
up and down over my midsection. I reached out and brushed aside her mane to see
her looking up at me, the corners of her mouth smiling from around my cock. She
briefly pulled it from her mouth and offered a cheery, "Good morning
handsome."
I replied, "Good morning beautiful." before she
returned her attention to pleasuring me.
She resumed slowly making oral love to my glans and moved
one hand to massage my balls as she worked. After a while, she began to take
more of my shaft with each downward motion until my engorged head began
flirting with the entrance to her throat. She had no perceivable reflex to the
contact and, on the following downstroke, wiggled her head a little to work my
crown past the restriction. Once past the threshold, she took my full length,
burying her nose firmly into my pelvis. She held herself there for several
moments before pulling herself off my cock, then repeating the actions again
and again.
I had never experienced that feeling before and it didn't
take long for me to be overcome by the pleasure. While buried deep in her
throat, I urgently warned, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
Stefani strained to push her head down further and take in
every possible millimeter of my cock before purposefully constricting her
throat around the head of my cock. My hands grasped at her curly locks as I
launched forceful jets of cum directly into her throat. After the first few
ejections, she pulled back to remove my crown from her throat and to milk the
remaining cum into her mouth with a rhythmic bobbing motion. She looked into my
eyes as she swallowed my seed and continued fellating my organ until it
softened in her mouth, then simply said, "Merry Christmas, David."
Christmas Morning.
I had started a fire in the great room fireplace after
Stefani's morning gift and was faking blanket-covered sleep on the sofa when I
heard little footsteps clamoring up the basement steps and bursting through the
sleigh bell alarmed door. The girls scurried across the room in their new
pajamas, taking the shortest route to the Christmas presents under the tree,
and began eagerly exploring which packages were for whom.
I pretended to be waking up and put on a show by pushing the
blanket aside, stretching my arms in an exaggerated fashion as I sat upright,
and saying, "Merry Christmas, girls!"
Just then, I saw Stefani coming down the loft stairs and
continuing the ruse by drearily rubbing her eyes and smoothing her disheveled
curls. She had apparently gone shopping in my closet and was wearing one of my
old t-shirts, which was long enough on her to almost completely cover a pair of
my boxer shorts beneath. She echoed, "Merry Christmas everyone!"
The girls distractedly replied, "Merry Christmas,"
as they continued sorting through gifts under the tree. Stefani sat down next
to me on the sofa and folded one leg beneath her. After confirming the girls
were not looking, I turned my head and gave Stefani a quick peck on the lips
before suggesting, "Girls, do you want to pass out all the presents?"
They excitedly responded, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and
enthusiastically went about checking tags and making stacks of presents where
each recipient was seated. I reached over to take Stefani's hand in mine, our
fingers interlaced, as we soaked in the holiday atmosphere.
During their process, Toni and Lizzie independently
delivered a package for either me or Stefani and noticed us holding hands.
Interestingly, they both had similar reactions which amounted to hesitating for
a moment, then going on about what they were doing as if us holding hands was
expected and logical.
Once the girls had all the gift bags and wrapped boxes
distributed, we took the civilized approach of taking turns, each of us opening
a present while the others looked on. Toni and Lizzie each received an
assortment of clothes, girly trinkets, and a couple electronic items. Stefani
and I were especially moved when the girls exchanged gifts they had personally
selected for each other, then embraced in an extended hug.
On my next turn opening a gift, I was genuinely touched when
I unwrapped a shirt-box size package from Lizzie to find a small ceramic coin
dish, hand-painted in red and green with speckles of gold glitter. Also in the
box was an impressively detailed color pencil drawing of Lizzie, Toni, Stefani,
and me all holding hands and standing on Lizzie's little bridge behind our
house.
Stefani and I reserved our presents to each other until all
the others had been opened and the girls were happily playing with their new
toys. We sat on the sofa watching them and shared occasional discreet touches
of affection before exchanging our gifts.
I'm sure we would have both selected different items had we
known the deepening of our relationship that would occur on Christmas Eve, but
they were still meaningful in a retrospective way. I opened an absolutely
beautiful mechanical wristwatch with an ornately engraved metal band. As I was
admiring its craftsmanship, I noticed the side of the clock face was inscribed
with intricate script, "Thank you for being on-time. --Stefani"
Knowing the deeper significance of those words in Stefani's
painful past made my gift to her equally meaningful. I presented her a small
box which she opened to reveal a delicate silver pendant necklace containing a
marble-size translucent brown gemstone. Her slender fingers picked up a small
printed card inside the jewelry box that read,
"Legend of Apache Tears -- This gemstone native to
Superior, Arizona bears the tears shed by Apache women after loss of their men
defending the sacred homelands. For those who possess an Apache Tear, their
emotional body will be cleansed of old traumas or wounds and they need not cry again,
because the Apache women cried enough for the one who holds the stone."
Stefani carefully placed the card back into the jewelry box
and closed the case saying, "Thank you, but I think you are my real
healer."
I replied, "I know you are mine." and gave her a
short but meaningful kiss.
Our lips pulled away from each other to find the girls
sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree, distracted from playing by the
sight of us kissing. Stefani was quicker thinking than me and asked the
intentionally leading question, "How would the two of you feel about the
four of us spending more time together?"
To my surprise, Lizzie put her toys aside, walked over to
the sofa and gave Stefani a giant hug. She said something to Stefani while they
hugged, but I couldn't make out the words. Toni followed Lizzie's lead and came
over to give me a hug. Her face buried into my neck, she said with the honest
wisdom of a child, "You make my mom happy."
Not understanding the full significance of what had just
occurred, Toni and Lizzie returned to playing while Stefani and I silently held
hands and just enjoyed the moment. My mind drifted to recount the last couple
months, and last 24 hours, as the fingers of my free hand idly twisted and
twirled a small piece of wrapping paper.
While Stefani and I had commonly tragic backgrounds that
drew us together, that is not why I loved her. That was simply the key that
opened our guarded doors and freed our real selves. I loved her for being the
intelligent, quick-witted, caring, compassionate, and cheerful person I had
come to know once she let me inside her world.
When we were together, especially with Lizzie and Toni, we
felt like a real family. There was genuine care and warmth. Lizzie's reaction
to hug Stefani earlier surprised me, but it shouldn't have. I did the best I
could to raise her, but I was still only one man. She didn't have a mother
figure in her life and, looking back over the last couple months, I could see
the special bond she was starting to form with Stefani.
I vowed to myself right then that I would focus on doing the
same with Toni. Her earlier statement of, "You make my mom happy."
and the picture she drew of the four of us holding hands, told me she was
clearly more astute to the situation than I was aware.
My heart yearned for the impromptu family the four of us had
started to become and, more importantly, it yearned for Stefani in a way I
hadn't felt since Julie.
I glanced down at my free hand and observed that my
fidgeting fingers had unconsciously produced a little twisted rope circle from
the scrap of wrapping paper. In that moment, I realized that my heart knew what
it needed.
The girls had moved their play downstairs while I was lost
in my thoughts, and Stefani and I hadn't said anything in quite some time. She
eventually broke the silence, and my distant stare, by asking, "Are you
okay? What's wrong?"
I responded, "Nothing is wrong. Absolutely
nothing." before continuing with conviction, "I know this is going to
sound impulsive, but I've never felt more clearly about anything in my
life."
I lifted my free hand with the little wrapping paper ring
and said, "I love you, Stefani. Will you marry me?"
She quickly and emphatically answered, "Yes! Yes!
Yes!" and her eyes filled with tears as I slipped the makeshift giftwrap
ring over her finger. She then leapt into my lap, cradled my face with her
palms, and passionately kissed me through her weeping.
The Idea.
We introduced the idea to Lizzie and Toni as we were all
playing board games that Christmas afternoon. It would be an understatement to
say they were thrilled about being sisters and living in the same house
together. Stefani and I hadn't even begun to consider logistics of being a
family. Would we live in my house, her house, a new house? Regardless, the
girls immediately started planning how they wanted to decorate a shared
bedroom. Stefani asked if they might each like their own room, an idea which
the girls quickly dismissed.
As the girls' planning continued, Stefani discreetly moved
her hand under the table and onto my thigh, giving it affectionate caresses and
little love squeezes. I gave her a contented smile, then a moment later she
interrupted the girls' conversation to ask, "Would the two of you like to
sleep in the tent downstairs again tonight?"
Of course they said yes, but I think Stefani and I were even
more excited than they were. When the evening wound down, we tucked them into
bed and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Stefani decided she would like a shower
so we gathered towels and toiletries, sharing plenty of kisses and touches as
we did. We reluctantly parted and she proceeded into the bathroom.
I heard the glass door open and close, then the sounds of
splashing water indicating she was in the shower. I gave her about 10-minutes
to freshen up before stripping naked and going in to surprise her. I opened the
shower door to see her rinsing shampoo from her hair. She continued rinsing
without interruption, but acknowledged me by saying, "I was hoping you
would come in."
My hands explored her body while she attempted to rinsed her
hair, my hardened cock occasionally poking and pressing against her as we
moved. She gave up rinsing after a few moments and we urgently kissed in each
other's arms, our wet naked bodies pressed together and responding to the
slippery contact.
After some extended foreplay, I turned Stefani away from me
and motioned for her to place one foot up on the tiled shower bench, then
entered her from behind in that standing position. She steadied herself against
the shower walls as I passionately took her in that standing position, my hands
alternating between her holding her hips and kneading her soapy tits. Stefani
giggled as I eventually pulled out of her and the combined product of our
orgasms trailed down the inside of her leg and swirled down the shower drain.
We did actually clean ourselves, of course with a lot of
shared soaping, rinsing, and drying assistance, before taking our desire to the
bed. We made love numerous times that night in various waves of passion, some
tender and caring, some urgent and visceral, and all immensely satisfying to
our bodies and souls.
Announcement.
Stefani told her parents about our engagement when they
returned from their cruise. They were understandably concerned given the very
short timeline of events and urged her to slow things down. They expressed the
same to me when Lizzie and I met them for the first time over a family dinner.
After eating, her parents took me aside to reinforce their concerns when I
began talking somewhat cryptically, "I was perfectly content living
day-to-day, just Lizzie and me as our own little family. Sure, I had fantasies
about my wife still being alive, or meeting some beautiful woman that would
fill that hole in my heart, but I didn't expect that to ever happen and
certainly didn't seek it out. Then Lizzie met Toni, and I met a very; guarded; version
of Stefani."
Her parents gave each other knowing glances at that
statement, and her dad offered, "And bitchy."
I laughed and put my hands up in the air as if to mockingly
plead, "You said it, not me." before I verbally continued,
"Let's just say that her; cold; attitude led to us having a conversation
and discovering we have some common experiences in our pasts. Anyway, that's
when I truly met the real Stefani and began falling in love, not because of our
common pasts, but because of the beautiful, intelligent, caring, compassionate,
and cheerful person I came to know after she let me in. I didn't understand
what was missing from my life until I truly met the real Stefani; and Toni. The
four of us complete each other."
Her parents' faces visibly softened as I continued, "I
completely understand your concerns, and I'm willing to wait as long as it
takes to have your blessing. Your daughter is my fantasy, my fairy tale that I
thought I would never find. I can wait a little longer."
Her mom's eyes filled with tears and her dad held out his
hand to shake mine saying, "You have our blessing. I trust the two of you
to decide when the time is right."
Blending.
Stefani and I honored her parent's guidance and spent the
next months growing together and falling deeper in love. We had frequent
sleepover nights at both my house and hers and were really beginning to
function as a family of four. Stefani was very much becoming a mother to
Lizzie, and me a father to Toni.
At some point that spring, we all knew the time was right.
In early June, Stefani's parents and a small gathering of friends looked on as
Stefani, Toni, Lizzie, and I stood on the bridge behind our house and
officially became a family. It turns out maybe Lizzie was always right about
that bridge. It did have a way of healing wounds and making everything right
again.
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We all said our goodnights, then Stefani and I made our way
back up the stairs. I closed the door to the basement and motioned for her to
wait for a moment. I reached up to a nearby shelf and very carefully removed an
old set of sleigh bells, which I silently hung on the doorknob as an early
warning system.
Stefani whispered, "Someone has been doing some serious
planning."
I quietly replied, "Yes, someone has. Is it
working?"
She answered by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me
into our first slow, introductory kiss. Our lips separated briefly, we looked
silently into each other's eyes for a moment, then our heads instinctively
tilted and our lips came back together with a deeper, more confident kiss. One
kiss blurred into two, then three, and continued until one was
indistinguishable from the next. Our mouths opened wider and wider, yearning to
feel the other partner's passion, before our tongues began a frantic dance
between her mouth and mine.
My hands began exploring the soft curves of her lower back,
just above where the satin dress flared outward over her hips, and her long
fingers ran through my hair as her hands eagerly pulled me into our hungry
kisses.
I lost all sense of time as we finally broke the passionate
tension that had been building between us over the past months. I hadn't
realized how much I missed an emotional and physical connection with a special
someone, and I knew she felt the same.
Our faces were both flush with passion and gasping for breath
when I reluctantly pulled away from our moment. Without saying anything, I
gently kissed her one more time, took her hand in mine, and led her toward the
loft stairs. Stefani understood my intentions and acknowledged her consent with
a beaming smile and by clutching my arm close to her body as we walked up the
stairs.
As we reached the top of the stairs, I motioned toward my
bedroom door where a branch of mistletoe hung in the threshold. Stefani saw it
and quickly moved to position herself as a gatekeeper in the doorway, saying,
"I'm glad you took my advice."
I responded by taking her in my arms and resuming the
passionate kissing and interplay of our tongues that had begun downstairs.
Stefani draped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as my
hands slid down her back to feel the satin covered swells of her ass.
With our continued intimate contact, my cock responded and
began to expand downward inside my pant leg, sandwiched against Stefani's
pelvis as it grew. In her own expression of arousal, she extended one leg out
from the full length slit in her skirt and wrapped it around the back of my
thighs, intentionally pressing her skirt covered mound firmly against my
restrained tool.
Our mouths frantically struggled to find new depths and my
hands cupped her ass as she began urgently grinding herself against my cock.
The fervor was only broken when we began to lose balance and Stefani returned
to standing on both feet.
We both took the opportunity to occupy our hands in other
ways, hers sliding between us to grasp at my cock and to unsuccessfully pull at
my belt, and mine fumbling to release the back closure on her dress. Admitting
defeat, we both paused and I moved behind her to take a different approach.
My hand brushed her silken curls aside as I placed soft
kisses down the side of her neck and slowly loosened a series of clasps on the
back of her dress. She uttered soft moans of pleasure as my lips explored her
nape then concentrated on areas that drew the most response.
As I continued to expose more of her sensual back with the
release of each fastener, Stefani crossed one arm over her bosom to hold the
dress in place and reached behind herself with the other to caress the engorged
flesh straining within the stretched fabric of my slacks.
When I finished the last of the clasps, she removed her hand
from my cock and used it to push me backward onto the edge of the bed. I sat in
rapt attention as she took a couple steps away from me and, with her back
turned, stepped out of her heels to reveal neatly manicured toes with nails
painted to complement the color of her dress.
Now with bare feet, she turned to face me, still holding the
dress with one arm crossed over her tits. Her eyes erotically connected with
mine as her hands slowly slid the dress downward, seductively unveiling bit by
bit of her amazing body. First were her braless tits, pear-shaped handfuls with
the slight sag of an early-thirties mother and topped with aroused gumdrop size
nipples on proportionately sized areola.
With my attentive eyes and childlike smile suggesting
approval, the maroon satin curtain continued descending to uncover a slender
torso with modestly toned abs and a cute concave belly button. Once her hands
reached the top flare of her hips, Stefani released the dress and let gravity
pool it at her feet.
Her flat stomach and thin waist gave way to supple curves of
womanly hips, which then tapered back to meet her long legs. The toned muscles
gracefully ebbed and flowed, punctuated by lean knees and petite ankles, all
proportionate to the scale of her tall, trim frame.
Stefani was a vision, standing before me in nothing but a
pair of black satin panties consisting of a small triangle over her sex and
thin ribbons of fabric extending outward over subtly visible hip bones. I
quickly shed my sport coat and shoes and began opening the buttons down the
front of my dress shirt as Stefani did a slow turn and playfully wiggled her
amazing heart-shaped ass.
I tore my gaze from her body and looked her lustfully in the
eyes as she completed her turn, "Wow, you are absolutely incredible!"
My shirt was completely unbuttoned and my full-mast erection
strained obscenely against the front of my dress pants. I pulled the shirt
tails out from under my waistband and started to unbuckle my belt, but Stefani
interceded, "Please, let me."
I dropped my hands to my sides as she closed the few steps
between us and bent forward to kiss me as I sat on the edge of the bed. We
shared a few short kisses before she placed her hands on my chest and gently
pushed my torso back on the bed. I propped myself on my elbows as she began
trailing kisses down the center of my chest and deftly pulled my belt free of
its buckle while opening my slacks.
By the time her kisses reached my waist, she was on her
knees before me and nuzzled her face against my boxer short covered rod and
began kissing along its fabric covered length. The eroticism of the sight and
the feel of her warm breath would have easily put me over the edge had I not
done everything in my power to hold back.
Sensing my edging, Stefani relented her touch and curled her
slender fingers under the waistband of my slacks and boxers. I lifted my hips
to assist while she pulled the waistband toward herself and carefully lifted it
over my straining bulge. Her eyes fixated on the vertical tower that sprung
upward as soon as it was free of its prison, and continued staring as she
pushed the unwanted clothing down my legs.
Once she had my pants fully removed, she slowly slid her
hands along the top of my legs while she placed a line of kisses up my right
inner thigh. She made one last kiss right next to the base of my cock then
nuzzled her face against it and cooed soft hums of contentment.
Meanwhile, her right hand took a moment to caress my pelvic
area before her long, slender fingers encircled my shaft and began to explore
its girth and length. After a few moments, Stefani pulled her head away from me
enough to visually inspect every detail of my cock as her hand slowly stroked
up-and-down and moved it from side-to-side, exploring its network of veiny
ridges and large swollen mushroom cap. Her attention resulted in a bead of
clear pre-cum pooling on my tip, which she leaned forward and licked away
before it dripped downward.
With her visual inspection seemingly complete, Stefani
continued to slowly stroke my cock while she moved her head downward and used
her tongue to caress my loose hanging, neatly shaven balls and then envelope
one of the globes fully in her warm mouth. At this point, the previous single
bead of pre-cum gave way to a steady stream trailing down the side of my shaft
and over the back of her hand.
After giving both orbs equal treatment, her tongue followed
my trail of precum over the back of her hand and up my throbbing shaft to its
source. She looked me deeply in the eyes as she slowly took my engorged head
into her mouth and swirled her tongue around its rim.
I held the approaching orgasm at bay by brushing her curly
locks aside and placing my hands on the sides of her cheeks to gently guide her
off my cock. I continued guiding her up to me where she put a leg on each side
of my hips to straddle over me.
I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her with
passionate urgency as her naked chest pressed against mine and my still leaking
cock sandwiched between my stomach and hers. As we kissed, she shifted her
position upward so her panty covered sex rested on my shaft and then began to
slowly rockng her hips, using my cock to work the fabric into her moist folds.
My hands instinctively cupped her ass and reinforced her grinding motions.
Kissing tapered off as our breathing became heavier and
Stefani raised her torso off my chest to find a slightly different position on
my cock. We continued to look into each other's eyes as my hands left her ass
to explore the alluring tits hanging above me, seductively swaying in time with
her motions.
I held them for the very first time, massaging and gently
squeezing the milky masses while her erect, gumdrop size nipples punctuated my
palms. Her heavy breathing was interrupted when my fingers playfully pinched at
the swollen nubs, so I took that as encouragement to lift my head and give them
some oral stimulation. My mouth covered one, then the other, swirling my tongue
and suckling as Stefani increased the speed and force of her hip movements.
Realizing the pressure once again building in my balls, I
swiftly rolled our semi-conjoined bodies and reversed our positions, with
Stefani now on her back and me sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel between
her legs.
She raised her hips as I grasped and pulled the thin satin
ribbons from her hips. They slid toward me and the sodden triangle of fabric
reluctantly separated from her wet folds to reveal a small, neatly trimmed
patch of hair immediately above glistening and rosy pink gateway petals. They
were naturally opened wide to display her well-lubricated inner flesh and
partially cloaked love-button.
With her panties fully removed, I gently opened her knees
and started to lean forward. Stefani understood my intent, bent her legs
upward, and opened them widely to allow me full access. Like she had done to me
earlier, my lips left a line of kisses up her inner thigh as my nose inhaled
her intoxicating scent. Having reached my destination, I gently licked the outer
lips on each side of her opening before sucking each into my mouth and giving
equal treatment.
Stefani's hands had found my head and were offering
reassuring encouragement to continue the oral pleasures. My hands also
wandered, alternating between holding her hips and kneading her tits as my
tongue's attention became more fervent. I moved from her labia to firmly lick
the length of her central opening, gently brushing over the top of her clit.
Stefani responded by tensing her legs and clenching my hair in her hands.
I returned down to cover the core of her sex with my mouth
and swirl my tongue around the entrance to her tunnel. Stefani moaned and
continued pulling at my hair as I very slowly moved my attention upward.
Eventually, my mouth centered over her pearl and the tip of my tongue tenderly
circled around it, before firmly pressing against it.
She moaned loudly and every muscle in her body tightened as
I changed from licking to sucking on her button. I was rewarded with a flood of
her cordials and a long series of rhythmic contractions. I gave her outer
petals a few more gentle licks and caressed her flat stomach with my hands
while she recovered from the height of her pleasure.
When she returned to consciousness, she breathlessly
whispered, "Come here." and motioned me toward her. I stood from
kneeling at the edge of the bed and climbed between her still splayed legs to
hold myself over her.
Stefani quietly said, "Thank you. You have no idea how
amazing that was; how amazing it is to be here with you." as she tenderly
wiped her juices from my cheeks and mouth.
I responded, "It's been an amazing couple of months. I
haven't felt this way about someone since;”
I was speaking from my heart without the filter of my head
when I realized the inappropriateness of what I was about to say, and adjusted
my statement to, "; well, for a very long time."
Stefani looked me lovingly in the eyes, cupped my cheek with
her hand, and said, "It's okay to talk about her. Julie is still part of
you and always should be. I know how much you love her and it means a lot that
you would even mention me in the same breath."
I leaned down with an appreciative kiss as I held myself
over her. One kiss led to another, then to another and another, until our
tongues were tangled and our mouths continually joined. We made out with
renewed urgency and Stefani reached between our bodies to wrap her hand around
my still steely rod.
She broke our kissing long enough to beg, "Please, I
need you inside me."
Our kissing resumed as she guided my cock toward her opening
and rubbed its engorged glans up and down her slit several times before
removing her hand. Her arms encircled my neck as we kissed and I shifted my
hips to seat the tip of my cock firmly against her gateway.
Stefani moaned into my mouth when she felt the pressure, and
tightened her arms around my neck when the head slowly pushed through her
stretched but slippery opening. I cautiously rocked my hips, pausing frequently
and allowing her passageway muscles to relax around my rigid cock. She urged me
to continue by mumbling into our locked mouths, "More; more; more;”
I applied a little more pressure with each motion of my hips
and her body slowly welcomed me deeper and deeper. Signaling she wanted more,
Stefani wrapped her long legs around me, interlocking her ankles behind my ass
and flexing her legs to draw me further inside.
With confidence that Stefani was wanting more, I broke our
kissing and took her hands in mine, pinning them above her head as I held my
body above hers. She seemed excited for me to take control and relaxed her legs
while still keeping her ankles interlocked behind me. I began increasing the
speed and force of my thrusts, eliciting yelps of pleasure as my cock explored
new depths.
The bed shook with our quick motions, as did Stefani's curly
tresses and motherly tits. The expressions of pleasure on her face were
incredibly erotic and I changed to longer, slower strokes to delay my pending
orgasm and prolong our pleasure.
She understood what I was doing and agreeably pleaded,
"Kiss me."
I did, and we made love with our mouths while she reinforced
my long, slow, intentional pelvic motions with her legs wrapped around me. That
tender moment was emblematic of everything we both wanted and needed. There was
an unspoken connection between our souls, bridging our broken pasts and forever
joining us into the future.
Our bodies responded physically to the emotional and
spiritual joining. Stefani's by weeping in happiness through a long, rolling
orgasm; and mine by releasing eight years' worth of pent-up passion deep into
her womb.
Completely consumed by the intensity of the experience,
Stefani rolled with me as I collapsed beside her on the bed, our legs still
intertwined and my cock slowly softening inside her residual contractions. I
looked knowingly into her tearful eyes and said softly, but with conviction,
"I love you."
Stefani pressed her forehead and sniffling nose into my neck
and replied, "I love you, too; even more than I thought I did before
tonight."
We laid silently in each other's arms, exchanging occasional
pecks of affection, until my flaccid cock slipped from Stefani's sex followed
by a flood of our combined juices. She quickly cupped her hand to her crotch
and scurried to the ensuite bathroom.
While she was in there, I quickly slipped on my boxer
shorts, opened the bedroom door, and stepped out into the loft to check on the
girls. The house was silent and the sleigh bells on the basement doorknob
appeared undisturbed.
Satisfied all was well, I was walking back in the bedroom
and was closing the door when Stefani emerged from the bathroom, still naked,
and proclaimed in a hushed voice, "David! I've never been so full of cum
in my life!"
I shrugged my shoulders as I approached her saying,
"You're the one that turned me on so much." then pulled her into a
passionate embrace and kiss.
She returned my kiss then pulled away saying, "I think
I would like some more." as she pulled down my boxer shorts and dropped to
her knees in one swift motion. She engulfed my limp cock into her warm mouth
and massaged it with her tongue until it began to swell. One hand massaged my
balls while the other cupped my ass cheek and pulled me into her ministrations.
Once I had a hint of rigidity, she began bobbing her head
and applying suction to further draw out my length. Working my cock in and out
of her mouth, she made sure the sensitive underside of my glans remained in
full contact with her tongue. It didn't take long for me to reach a full,
raging erection. Sensing that with her mouth, Stefani confirmed with a couple
quick strokes of her hand before standing and moving toward the bed.
I watched in rapt attention as she climbed onto the center
of the bed, positioned herself on her elbows and knees, and seductively wiggled
her ass in the air. She looked at me over her shoulder with lust in her eyes
and implored, "Take me!"
I quickly climbed on the bed and positioned myself behind
her. My hands playfully grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me,
sandwiching my thickened shaft against her ass. She responded by wiggling her
ass, which served to neatly seat my rod between her cheeks. I held her hips
with my hands and rocked a few times to slide the underside of my cock against
her cheeks.
Having played around enough, I shifted backward on my knees
and cupped a hand under her sex. I briefly caressed her inflamed and eager
mound before dipping two fingers further into her very well lubricated slit.
Stefani uttered encouraging moans as my fingers worked in and out of her
dripping wet hole.
Knowing we were both ready for the main event, I pulled my
copiously coated hand from her mound and used it, along with the pre-cum
already dripping from my tip, to spread lubrication along the length of my
throbbing shaft.
Stefani looked back at me as I held her hip with one hand
and guided my cock toward her opening with the other. We both gave prolonged
moans as our heightened arousal allowed me to penetrate her fully in one long
push.
Once inside her, she looked back at me and renewed her
original request, "Take me!"
And so I did. With my hands holding her hips and pulling her
back against my pelvis with every stroke, I began lustfully pistoning in and
out of her tunnel. She buried her face into the mattress and squealed with
delight as I pounded into her roughly, causing her hanging pear-shaped tits to
swing violently with my harsh pummeling. After a while, my hands moved to
cradle the milky fruits and feel their rippling movements against my palms.
As I became winded from the extended punishment I was giving
Stefani, I used the supple handfuls to raise her torso toward me and
aggressively kiss the nape of her neck as my cock momentarily slowed its
assault. Stefani muttered unintelligible encouragements as her tunnel walls
pleasured in the slowed movements of my veiny shaft and bulbous head erotically
sliding in and out.
In the course of my affection, her breathing quickened and
became shallower as she ascended toward climax. Knowing she was close, I gave
her sensitive nipples a quick squeeze, pushed her torso back down to the
mattress, and grabbed her hips to resume my forceful penetrations.
My lustful plunging quickly put Stefani over her summit and
she emitted long moans of pleasure punctuated only by the impacts of my pelvis
against her ass. Her body began quaking and, unable to support herself, crashed
forward face down on the bed.
My body followed hers downward and pinned her against the
mattress as I gave a few more hard thrusts before pushing myself as far into
her depths as possible, and releasing volley after volley of cum. Her walls
sheathing my cock spasmed through a long drawn-out orgasm, milking every drop
of seed from my cock.
I held myself over her while our mutual orgasm slowly
subsided. Not wanting to smother her with my weight, I rolled off to her side,
leaving a strand of cum as my cock slipped from her warmth and dragged across
her ass.
Still laying on her stomach, Stefani turned her head and
motioned me toward her for a series of lovingly soft post-coital kisses. She
then repeated her earlier actions of cupping a hand to her crotch and making
her way to the bathroom, to which I chuckled and she returned a playfully stern
expression and wagging finger.
I checked on the girls again while she was in the bathroom
and then we both decided we should get a little sleep before they would be up
for Christmas morning. Stefani set the alarm on her phone and we drifted off to
sleep naked in each other's arms.
Wake Up Call.
I didn't hear the alarm, but Stefani did and apparently
decided to give me a different type of wake-up call. I awoke to the feeling of
wet warmth around my morning erection.
I looked down to see a mass of dark curly hair slowly moving
up and down over my midsection. I reached out and brushed aside her mane to see
her looking up at me, the corners of her mouth smiling from around my cock. She
briefly pulled it from her mouth and offered a cheery, "Good morning
handsome."
I replied, "Good morning beautiful." before she
returned her attention to pleasuring me.
She resumed slowly making oral love to my glans and moved
one hand to massage my balls as she worked. After a while, she began to take
more of my shaft with each downward motion until my engorged head began
flirting with the entrance to her throat. She had no perceivable reflex to the
contact and, on the following downstroke, wiggled her head a little to work my
crown past the restriction. Once past the threshold, she took my full length,
burying her nose firmly into my pelvis. She held herself there for several
moments before pulling herself off my cock, then repeating the actions again
and again.
I had never experienced that feeling before and it didn't
take long for me to be overcome by the pleasure. While buried deep in her
throat, I urgently warned, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
Stefani strained to push her head down further and take in
every possible millimeter of my cock before purposefully constricting her
throat around the head of my cock. My hands grasped at her curly locks as I
launched forceful jets of cum directly into her throat. After the first few
ejections, she pulled back to remove my crown from her throat and to milk the
remaining cum into her mouth with a rhythmic bobbing motion. She looked into my
eyes as she swallowed my seed and continued fellating my organ until it
softened in her mouth, then simply said, "Merry Christmas, David."
Christmas Morning.
I had started a fire in the great room fireplace after
Stefani's morning gift and was faking blanket-covered sleep on the sofa when I
heard little footsteps clamoring up the basement steps and bursting through the
sleigh bell alarmed door. The girls scurried across the room in their new
pajamas, taking the shortest route to the Christmas presents under the tree,
and began eagerly exploring which packages were for whom.
I pretended to be waking up and put on a show by pushing the
blanket aside, stretching my arms in an exaggerated fashion as I sat upright,
and saying, "Merry Christmas, girls!"
Just then, I saw Stefani coming down the loft stairs and
continuing the ruse by drearily rubbing her eyes and smoothing her disheveled
curls. She had apparently gone shopping in my closet and was wearing one of my
old t-shirts, which was long enough on her to almost completely cover a pair of
my boxer shorts beneath. She echoed, "Merry Christmas everyone!"
The girls distractedly replied, "Merry Christmas,"
as they continued sorting through gifts under the tree. Stefani sat down next
to me on the sofa and folded one leg beneath her. After confirming the girls
were not looking, I turned my head and gave Stefani a quick peck on the lips
before suggesting, "Girls, do you want to pass out all the presents?"
They excitedly responded, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and
enthusiastically went about checking tags and making stacks of presents where
each recipient was seated. I reached over to take Stefani's hand in mine, our
fingers interlaced, as we soaked in the holiday atmosphere.
During their process, Toni and Lizzie independently
delivered a package for either me or Stefani and noticed us holding hands.
Interestingly, they both had similar reactions which amounted to hesitating for
a moment, then going on about what they were doing as if us holding hands was
expected and logical.
Once the girls had all the gift bags and wrapped boxes
distributed, we took the civilized approach of taking turns, each of us opening
a present while the others looked on. Toni and Lizzie each received an
assortment of clothes, girly trinkets, and a couple electronic items. Stefani
and I were especially moved when the girls exchanged gifts they had personally
selected for each other, then embraced in an extended hug.
On my next turn opening a gift, I was genuinely touched when
I unwrapped a shirt-box size package from Lizzie to find a small ceramic coin
dish, hand-painted in red and green with speckles of gold glitter. Also in the
box was an impressively detailed color pencil drawing of Lizzie, Toni, Stefani,
and me all holding hands and standing on Lizzie's little bridge behind our
house.
Stefani and I reserved our presents to each other until all
the others had been opened and the girls were happily playing with their new
toys. We sat on the sofa watching them and shared occasional discreet touches
of affection before exchanging our gifts.
I'm sure we would have both selected different items had we
known the deepening of our relationship that would occur on Christmas Eve, but
they were still meaningful in a retrospective way. I opened an absolutely
beautiful mechanical wristwatch with an ornately engraved metal band. As I was
admiring its craftsmanship, I noticed the side of the clock face was inscribed
with intricate script, "Thank you for being on-time. --Stefani"
Knowing the deeper significance of those words in Stefani's
painful past made my gift to her equally meaningful. I presented her a small
box which she opened to reveal a delicate silver pendant necklace containing a
marble-size translucent brown gemstone. Her slender fingers picked up a small
printed card inside the jewelry box that read,
"Legend of Apache Tears -- This gemstone native to
Superior, Arizona bears the tears shed by Apache women after loss of their men
defending the sacred homelands. For those who possess an Apache Tear, their
emotional body will be cleansed of old traumas or wounds and they need not cry again,
because the Apache women cried enough for the one who holds the stone."
Stefani carefully placed the card back into the jewelry box
and closed the case saying, "Thank you, but I think you are my real
healer."
I replied, "I know you are mine." and gave her a
short but meaningful kiss.
Our lips pulled away from each other to find the girls
sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree, distracted from playing by the
sight of us kissing. Stefani was quicker thinking than me and asked the
intentionally leading question, "How would the two of you feel about the
four of us spending more time together?"
To my surprise, Lizzie put her toys aside, walked over to
the sofa and gave Stefani a giant hug. She said something to Stefani while they
hugged, but I couldn't make out the words. Toni followed Lizzie's lead and came
over to give me a hug. Her face buried into my neck, she said with the honest
wisdom of a child, "You make my mom happy."
Not understanding the full significance of what had just
occurred, Toni and Lizzie returned to playing while Stefani and I silently held
hands and just enjoyed the moment. My mind drifted to recount the last couple
months, and last 24 hours, as the fingers of my free hand idly twisted and
twirled a small piece of wrapping paper.
While Stefani and I had commonly tragic backgrounds that
drew us together, that is not why I loved her. That was simply the key that
opened our guarded doors and freed our real selves. I loved her for being the
intelligent, quick-witted, caring, compassionate, and cheerful person I had
come to know once she let me inside her world.
When we were together, especially with Lizzie and Toni, we
felt like a real family. There was genuine care and warmth. Lizzie's reaction
to hug Stefani earlier surprised me, but it shouldn't have. I did the best I
could to raise her, but I was still only one man. She didn't have a mother
figure in her life and, looking back over the last couple months, I could see
the special bond she was starting to form with Stefani.
I vowed to myself right then that I would focus on doing the
same with Toni. Her earlier statement of, "You make my mom happy."
and the picture she drew of the four of us holding hands, told me she was
clearly more astute to the situation than I was aware.
My heart yearned for the impromptu family the four of us had
started to become and, more importantly, it yearned for Stefani in a way I
hadn't felt since Julie.
I glanced down at my free hand and observed that my
fidgeting fingers had unconsciously produced a little twisted rope circle from
the scrap of wrapping paper. In that moment, I realized that my heart knew what
it needed.
The girls had moved their play downstairs while I was lost
in my thoughts, and Stefani and I hadn't said anything in quite some time. She
eventually broke the silence, and my distant stare, by asking, "Are you
okay? What's wrong?"
I responded, "Nothing is wrong. Absolutely
nothing." before continuing with conviction, "I know this is going to
sound impulsive, but I've never felt more clearly about anything in my
life."
I lifted my free hand with the little wrapping paper ring
and said, "I love you, Stefani. Will you marry me?"
She quickly and emphatically answered, "Yes! Yes!
Yes!" and her eyes filled with tears as I slipped the makeshift giftwrap
ring over her finger. She then leapt into my lap, cradled my face with her
palms, and passionately kissed me through her weeping.
The Idea.
We introduced the idea to Lizzie and Toni as we were all
playing board games that Christmas afternoon. It would be an understatement to
say they were thrilled about being sisters and living in the same house
together. Stefani and I hadn't even begun to consider logistics of being a
family. Would we live in my house, her house, a new house? Regardless, the
girls immediately started planning how they wanted to decorate a shared
bedroom. Stefani asked if they might each like their own room, an idea which
the girls quickly dismissed.
As the girls' planning continued, Stefani discreetly moved
her hand under the table and onto my thigh, giving it affectionate caresses and
little love squeezes. I gave her a contented smile, then a moment later she
interrupted the girls' conversation to ask, "Would the two of you like to
sleep in the tent downstairs again tonight?"
Of course they said yes, but I think Stefani and I were even
more excited than they were. When the evening wound down, we tucked them into
bed and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Stefani decided she would like a shower
so we gathered towels and toiletries, sharing plenty of kisses and touches as
we did. We reluctantly parted and she proceeded into the bathroom.
I heard the glass door open and close, then the sounds of
splashing water indicating she was in the shower. I gave her about 10-minutes
to freshen up before stripping naked and going in to surprise her. I opened the
shower door to see her rinsing shampoo from her hair. She continued rinsing
without interruption, but acknowledged me by saying, "I was hoping you
would come in."
My hands explored her body while she attempted to rinsed her
hair, my hardened cock occasionally poking and pressing against her as we
moved. She gave up rinsing after a few moments and we urgently kissed in each
other's arms, our wet naked bodies pressed together and responding to the
slippery contact.
After some extended foreplay, I turned Stefani away from me
and motioned for her to place one foot up on the tiled shower bench, then
entered her from behind in that standing position. She steadied herself against
the shower walls as I passionately took her in that standing position, my hands
alternating between her holding her hips and kneading her soapy tits. Stefani
giggled as I eventually pulled out of her and the combined product of our
orgasms trailed down the inside of her leg and swirled down the shower drain.
We did actually clean ourselves, of course with a lot of
shared soaping, rinsing, and drying assistance, before taking our desire to the
bed. We made love numerous times that night in various waves of passion, some
tender and caring, some urgent and visceral, and all immensely satisfying to
our bodies and souls.
Announcement.
Stefani told her parents about our engagement when they
returned from their cruise. They were understandably concerned given the very
short timeline of events and urged her to slow things down. They expressed the
same to me when Lizzie and I met them for the first time over a family dinner.
After eating, her parents took me aside to reinforce their concerns when I
began talking somewhat cryptically, "I was perfectly content living
day-to-day, just Lizzie and me as our own little family. Sure, I had fantasies
about my wife still being alive, or meeting some beautiful woman that would
fill that hole in my heart, but I didn't expect that to ever happen and
certainly didn't seek it out. Then Lizzie met Toni, and I met a very; guarded; version
of Stefani."
Her parents gave each other knowing glances at that
statement, and her dad offered, "And bitchy."
I laughed and put my hands up in the air as if to mockingly
plead, "You said it, not me." before I verbally continued,
"Let's just say that her; cold; attitude led to us having a conversation
and discovering we have some common experiences in our pasts. Anyway, that's
when I truly met the real Stefani and began falling in love, not because of our
common pasts, but because of the beautiful, intelligent, caring, compassionate,
and cheerful person I came to know after she let me in. I didn't understand
what was missing from my life until I truly met the real Stefani; and Toni. The
four of us complete each other."
Her parents' faces visibly softened as I continued, "I
completely understand your concerns, and I'm willing to wait as long as it
takes to have your blessing. Your daughter is my fantasy, my fairy tale that I
thought I would never find. I can wait a little longer."
Her mom's eyes filled with tears and her dad held out his
hand to shake mine saying, "You have our blessing. I trust the two of you
to decide when the time is right."
Blending.
Stefani and I honored her parent's guidance and spent the
next months growing together and falling deeper in love. We had frequent
sleepover nights at both my house and hers and were really beginning to
function as a family of four. Stefani was very much becoming a mother to
Lizzie, and me a father to Toni.
At some point that spring, we all knew the time was right.
In early June, Stefani's parents and a small gathering of friends looked on as
Stefani, Toni, Lizzie, and I stood on the bridge behind our house and
officially became a family. It turns out maybe Lizzie was always right about
that bridge. It did have a way of healing wounds and making everything right
again.
Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts, for Literotica.
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