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The Naked Gardener: Part 2

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The Naked Gardener: Part 2.
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Finally, the day of her return arrived. She was due to get back

early in the evening, and Van had convinced her to come over to his
place for dinner. The last couple hours of waiting were the worst, so
he busied himself with preparing the food; a stir fry incorporating
many of the vegetables from her garden.

When the doorbell rang, his heart skipped a beat and he forcibly

restrained himself from running to answer it. Liz almost looked like
a stranger, standing on his porch in a floral print sundress. After
getting past all the clothing, however, the smile and eyes were all
Liz and he didn't hesitate to step forward and kiss her deeply. She
kissed back with equal enthusiasm.

"Good to see you, too," she said as they finally broke

it off.

"Sorry, been waiting far too long to do that again," he

said, stepping aside to let her in the house.

"I know. Me too."

They kissed again, and if Van had harbored a single, lingering

doubt about her feelings for him it would have vanished completely.

"Good flight back?"

"Flight was okay," she said. "Though I've been more

comfortable. Speaking of which, mind if I dress down a bit?"

"Feel free," he said, heading toward the kitchen to give

her a modicum of privacy. "I'm just gonna get dinner started."

Van fired up the stove and pulled out the chicken and vegetables

from the fridge. He needed the distraction to keep his mind from Liz
undressing a few feet away in the living room. Too many days of
fantasizing were weakening his resolve.

"So, what's on the menu?"

Van glanced up at Liz and almost lost that resolve in an instant.

She stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with her
arms crossed below her bare breasts. The only thing she wore was a
pair of translucent pink panties. The vision was heavenly and he
could feel a stirring in his shorts.

"Chicken and veggie stir fry," he said, turning his

focus back to dinner. "Hope that's okay. It's mostly stuff from
your garden."

"Sounds great, especially after a week of mostly restaurant

crap."

Van managed to finish dinner without ruining anything in

distraction. Liz professed a love for the meal and he was pleasantly
surprised that it turned out as well as it did. Small talk was the
order throughout dinner, though it carried a subtle undertone of
impatience. They needed dinner, but both were looking forward to what
might come afterward.

"So, you gonna show me all the cleaning you claim to have

gotten done while I was gone this week?" Liz asked as they
cleared the last of the dishes from the table.

"Sure," he said and led her back into the living room.

"Yeah, not much change here, though I did finally get a few of
my old pictures hung."

Liz followed him to his office, where he had rearranged the

furniture and cleared out all the unpacked boxes.

"Very nice," she said. "Feels more conducive for

writing."

"Hope so. After seeing the window with the view of the

backyard and woods, I knew this room would have to be the office.
Hopefully, I won't be too distracted by things outside."

"Like what? Neighbors?"

"Well, yeah, I can think of one neighbor who would be

incredibly distracting."

"Really?" Her playful tone told him that she was well

aware of the effect that her body had on him.

He led her next to the master bedroom, which had also been

considerably picked up. He had even gone so far as to drive into town
and pick up some extra furnishings and decoration in an effort to
make it feel less spartan. It was a far cry from Liz's style acumen,
but definitely an improvement.

"I like what you've done," she said, taking his hand and

pulling him into the middle of the room.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm impressed with how busy you've been."

"I was inspired."

Liz stepped in closer and they kissed. For several minutes, their

lips and tongues exchanged a sensitive affection. When she wrapped
her arms around him, Van tentatively placed his own hands on her
back. He quickly withdrew them when she involuntarily shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling terrible.

"No, it's okay," she said. "You can touch me. You

just can't do it gently, because that hurts worse. Be firm."

Van tried to get his mind around how he would be able to do that,

since his every instinct when with a woman was to gently touch and
stroke her body. Still, she was telling him what she wanted, and he
was determined to try to do as she asked.

He placed his hands just under her arms with his fingers wrapped

around her shoulder blades. His grip was firm, but not hard. Liz
nodded and smiled, and then leaned in to resume their kissing.

For the next several minutes, Van carefully moved his hands from

one spot to the next, careful not to drag them across her skin in the
process. He held her neck and arm, the small of her back and her
butt. With each move, he could sense just a brief flash of tension
through Liz before she settled into the steady pressure.

"Still good?" he asked when they broke off for a

moment's breather.

"Yeah, better," she said. "Don't worry about

hurting me. I'm pretty tough and used to pain. It's just the
prolonged, gentle stuff that can really get to me."

"You realize this isn't easy."

"I know. And I want you to know I appreciate how considerate

you are."

They kissed again, and this time Van place one hand around her

side and his other over one of her breasts. He didn't know if that
would be more or less painful than anything else, but the way her
body tensed and then immediately relaxed into a purring moan
suggested it was okay. He gently squeezed, careful to keep his hand
in place and not slide it across the skin, and Liz gave every
indication that she was fine with that. In the middle of his palm, he
could feel her nipple harden, and he savored the chance to finally
touch the beautiful breasts he'd spent so much time admiring.

Liz broke off their kiss, took his shirt by the hem, and lifted it

over his head. Tossing it aside on the floor, she gave him a sly grin
and started unbuttoning his shorts.

"Hardly fair with you wearing so much clothing," she

said.

"Wouldn't want to be unfair," he said. "Just didn't

want to frighten you away."

"You won't. I like your body."

"Well, that works out well, then, since I'm rather enamored

with yours."

Liz pulled his shorts and underwear down and he stepped clear so

she could add them to his discarded shirt. His cock, fully erect,
bounced in her direction and she took it in one hand and gently
stroked it. Van's heart fluttered at the contact.

"There's something I've been wanting to do most all week,"

Liz said.

"What's that?"

Liz knelt on the floor in front of him and kissed the tip of his

cock. It involuntarily twitched at the contact, bopping her in the
nose and eliciting a laugh. She took his unruly member in one hand
and wrapped her lips around the head. With her tongue, she teased the
tip and swirled around the circumference.

Van had secretly hoped that this night might lead to a greater

physical intimacy between them, but his expectations had not gone
much beyond kissing and perhaps some careful petting. Clearly, she
was every bit as horny as he was and wasn't afraid to show it. The
view of looking down at her mouth as it went up and down on his cock,
with her breasts swaying gently just beneath, was almost as arousing
as the physical sensation itself.

Liz clearly had some experience with fellatio, since she had him

rocketing toward an orgasm within a couple minutes of skilled tongue
and hand technique. As he felt himself reaching a climax, he gave her
fair warning and she pulled him out of her mouth and stroked him the
rest of the way by hand. Several surges of white cum shot out,
coating her chin, neck, and chest. She grinned up at him proudly
while the final glob slid down the freckled valley between her
breasts.

"God, that was fantastic," he said when he finally

caught his breath.

"You're most welcome," she said. Liz then took the tip

of his slowly softening cock back in her mouth and licked the
residual cum off him.

"You, uh, want a tissue or something?" he asked when she

finally let go of him and stood.

"Yes, please," she said, cheerfully. He was relieved

that she didn't seem to be too squeamish about a little mess.

He snagged a couple tissues from his night stand and handed them

to her, figuring it would be safer to let her wipe herself than for
him to do so and cause her a lot of unnecessary pain. After she wiped
off and discarded the tissues in the waste bin, she returned to his
arms and they gently kissed.

"So, you wanted to do that all week?"

"Yeah," she said. "You didn't mind?"

"Not one bit. Kinda along the lines of a few of the things

I'd wanted to do with you."

"Oh really? Do tell."

"Well, if you like, we could try reversing roles."

"I like."

After a little more kissing, Van arranged for Liz to lay back on

his bed with her legs hanging off. It took her a moment to get over
the discomfort, but she soon gave him a smile that said she was good.
He knelt on the floor beside the bed, took her legs over his shoulder
in a firm grip, and lowered his lips into her thick brown curls.

Still uncertain about how much pain she might experience down

here, he was a little hesitant as to how to proceed. He started by
simply kissing his way around and over her pussy and clit. That
seemed to go okay until his cheek accidentally brushed up against the
inside of her thigh and she let out an audible gasp.

"Crap, sorry," he said, feeling the mood at risk of

slipping away. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.

"No, it's okay," she said, though clearly still in a bit

of pain. "Just, careful of the thighs. They're particularly
sensitive."

Van held her legs higher and wider, giving him more clearance.

Nervously, he resumed his kissing and licking around the folds of her
pussy lips. Her body seemed to relax a bit after a little attention,
allowing him to calm down just a bit as well and start building some
sort of rhythm. Slowly, he began to alternate between licking along
her pussy and flicking his tongue across her swollen clit. The smell
of her arousal blended with the faint saltiness of her taste in a
delectable ensemble.

After several minutes of alternating, Liz began to moan softly and

thrust her hips each time his tongue made contact with her clit. He
focused on that, alternating between quick flutters and long, slow
strokes of the tongue until he finally brought her to a climax. She
was not a screamer, but she certainly wasn't shy about moaning and
gasping.

Once she had come down from her climax, Van stood and wiped her

juices from his mouth. She was looking up at him, glowing in a sheen
of perspiration and grinning widely behind gorgeous bedroom eyes. He
would die a happy man if he was blessed with that sight regularly.

"Thanks, I needed that," she said.

"You're most welcome."

Liz moved further back onto the bed and Van joined her, laying

side by side and holding hands. For several minutes, they just stared
up at the slowly rotating ceiling fan and savored the company. Van
idly wondered what he had done to get so lucky.

Eventually, they began to chat about inconsequential things, as if

to speak about their budding romance would somehow jinx it. For Van,
this felt just like the last week's worth of their nightly
conversations, only a thousand times better with Liz laying beside
him. They laughed and whispered and gave each other longing looks.

Liz rolled onto her side to face Van, cringing a bit for the

effort. While maintaining eye contact, she reached out and gently
touched his flaccid cock. Within moments, it swelled to life. She
smiled back at his obvious pleasure.

Van turned partially toward her so they could kiss. She stroked

him more insistently as their tongues danced. He could feel her
rising passion in the depth of her breathing.

He ran his hand up the arm with which she was holding him, and

immediately regretted it when she sucked in her breath to stifle a
whimper. It was a simple, innocent gesture, and he'd completely
forgotten that it was the sort of thing that caused her the greatest
pain.

"Shit, sorry," he said, immediately removing his hand.

Liz closed her eyes for a few moments, taking a couple deep

breaths, and then reopened them.

"It's okay," she said, though he could tell she was

saying that for his sake. "It happens."

"Sorry," he said again, still feeling terrible. His

arousal threatened to fade until she forced a smile and resumed
stroking him.

For several minutes, they simply held their positions; kissing

with Liz gently playing with him. He wanted desperately to touch her,
wrap her in his arms and explore every inch of her body with his
fingers and lips. All he could bring himself to do was lay still and
kiss her back.

"You want to give this a try?" she said, her voice husky

with desire.

Van was paralyzed between fear of hurting her and the strong urge

to make love to this fantastic woman.

"Yeah," he whispered. "What's gonna work best for

you?"

Liz pushed him into his back, kissing and stroking him the entire

way. When she threw a leg across him, Van decided that she wanted to
be on top, which suited him just fine. Straddling him, she leaned
forward and kissed him with a renewed fervor, her breasts dangling
tantalizingly above his chest.

Tentatively, Van placed a hand over one breast and got a slight

flinch out of Liz for his efforts. He bravely left it there, though,
hoping that as before the pain would vanish under constant pressure.
When she reached back for his cock, he took it as a sign that she was
still okay.

As Liz slid back to guide him to her, however, she grimaced at

some frictional pain. Despite the fact that it wasn't something Van
had done, he started to really feel terrible. She was enduring
entirely too much pain for his sake. That thought interrupted his
enjoyment of the encounter, and he could feel himself losing his
erection even as she was trying to slide him inside her wet pussy.
She must have noticed, since she tried to stroke him back from his
semi-soft condition, but that awkward effort seemed to cause
additional irritation to her skin as well.

"I'm sorry," Van whispered, removing his hand from her

breast.

Liz looked down at him with resignation in her eyes before leaning

down to kiss him gently. "It's okay," she said.

She carefully dismounted and laid on her side next to him. She

traced her fingers across his chest in exactly the sort of intimate
gesture he couldn't share back. Her face was sympathetic, though it
did little for Van's mood.

"It's really tough, keeping the mood when I know you're in

pain."

Liz nodded. "I know. And it sucks."

"Because I don't think I've ever wanted someone so badly

before."

"And you can't touch me the way you want."

"Exactly."

"It's always the worst with the best guys."

Van gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you're a good guy, and I probably should

have waited a bit until I was ready to explain this better. But,
well, I guess I wanted you pretty badly, too."

Van raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, but said nothing.

"You see, I've found over the years that sex works better for

me when there's pain involved. Not the sort of pain that comes from
my nervous condition, though. When there's an intentionally applied
pain that I can focus on, something with...intimate
connotations...then I seem to be better at blocking out or even using
the other pain as a sort of turn on."

"Okay, I think I kinda see that."

"And that's why good guys sometimes have a problem with me,

because they're not the sort to engage in inflicting pain on a woman
for gratification."

"Er, yeah, no," Van said. He wish he'd known that in

advance. She was right, though, that he wasn't sure he could do that
sort of thing to her. He wasn't even sure what sort of intentional
pain she was talking about.

"The line between pain and pleasure is closer than most

people realize," she continued. "And much of that is in the
head."

"Yeah, it might take a little work to get my head wrapped

around that one," he said. "But, I can try."

For a fleeting instant, Van saw in Liz's face doubt and regret,

but it vanished a moment later as she smiled at him and nodded.

"Can I ask what sort of things you like?" Van asked.

Liz blushed and cringed. "Unfortunately, this is when I tend

to get cripplingly shy," she said. "Go figure; I'm
comfortable parading around nude in front of pretty much anyone, but
get all uptight talking about what gets me turned on. Especially when
I'm in bed and naked with the guy asking."

Her self deprecation brought a much needed laugh from both of

them.

"I understand," Van said. "I'm not much of one for

open talk, either. Always just kinda tried to fumble my way through
things to see what worked."

"That's not always a bad thing," Liz said.

"But, I'm always open for helpful hints."

"I know, and I'll try," she said. "Look, I'm pretty

well beat after the trip and should probably get home so I can unpack
and sleep."

"Okay," he said, trying to contain his disappointment.

They had jumped in pretty quickly after very little time together.
And after the way the evening had kinda fizzled, maybe inviting her
to stay the night would be more awkward than it was worth.

"But, it was great seeing you tonight. Thanks for dinner and,

well, the rest."

When they kissed again at the door, Van tried to shake the feeling

that Liz wasn't as interested in him as he'd first thought. He knew
it was probably unfounded self-doubt, but he couldn't help it after
the complete crash and burn at their first attempt at love-making. It
wouldn't be until he saw her again that he would be able to get a
read on her true feelings toward him; would she distance herself, or
would things be back to where they had been about an hour earlier
when she was undressing him in the bedroom?



The following morning, Van resisted the urge to run over to Liz's

house to pay her a visit. She would undoubtedly still be in the
process of catching up after the trip; unpacking, going through mail,
and such. Had they enjoyed mind-blowing sex, she may have either
stayed the night or at least he'd be justified in visiting early for
a follow up. Following their fizzle, however, he didn't know how to
play things. He wondered if he shouldn't just wait for her to contact
him.

To distract himself, Van decided to head into the closest town for

some groceries. The town itself was little more than a small
congregation of businesses and a post office in the middle of a
widely dispersed rural community. And the grocery, unlike what he was
used to back in the city, was essentially an over-sized convenience
store. At least it carried most of his modest cooking needs.

"Van, isn't it?"

Van turned from the shelf of bread products and it took him a

moment to recognize Liz's neighbor without the cowboy hat or horse.

"Clancy," Van said, shaking the man's hand. "Nice

to see you again."

"You too. Getting settled in?"

"Yeah, finally got most of the boxes unpacked and the house

presentably cleaned up."

"Good to hear. I'm sure you'll love this part of the country.

Beautiful scenery, beautiful women."

Clancy said this last with a knowing grin.

"Couldn't agree more on both counts."

"Speaking of, mind if I nose a bit about you and Liz?"

"What do you mean?" Van wondered if Liz had told Clancy

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