Inseparable

“Thank you so much for bringing me over here,” I say and kiss him on his lips. He’s still inside me and I can feel his cock stirring again… getting hard once more.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he says with a smile and then pushes me onto my back. He manages to keep his cock inside my pussy and lifts my legs up to open my entire body and naked soul in front of him. Then he starts fucking me and I can’t believe how quickly he’s recovered from our first bout of passion. His cock is rock hard again and I love the way he devours my entire body with his hungry passion like a medieval feast. I lose track of time as we keep fucking each other senseless and when we finally fall down on our backs exhausted, an hour later I know that I’ve never experienced anything like this in my entire life.

“I never thought pleasure like that existed on this planet,” I say, and mean every word of it.

“It almost feels as if this kind of sexual pleasure should be illegal,” Brad quips and we both burst out laughing at his joke. We spend some more time lying there on the grass and when it starts getting dark we get dressed and walk back to where the Harley is waiting. We put on our helmets and start riding home.

As we drive back I get the feeling that my life is never going to be exactly the same again… I’m not entirely certain yet what the future will hold for Brad and me, but I know that we are now some kind of item and the thought of it fills me with anticipation and sheer delight.

Chapter 12: Brad

I suddenly feel as if I’ve come alive for the very first time in my life. The relationship between Jenny and myself develop very quickly and we get very close. Jenny tells me that she feels as if she’s finally met someone who can live up to some of the things she loved about her own father, although she still feels apprehensive about the fact that I remain slightly secretive about my personal life. But I don’t want her to find out yet just how rich I really am, as I think this will be a distraction to the natural development of a normal relationship between the two of us. Having had such an unusual way of meeting, I want to make sure that we spend some time really getting to know each other before I let her in on my entire background.

Jenny repeatedly tries to find out exactly what I do for a living and where I live, but I never give her a straight answer and we always end up making love at her apartment. I know the day will come when I will finally take her over to my place, but for now everything seems to be working out this way and we have developed a nice rhythm in our relationship. Jenny goes to work in the mornings and I spend some time at home, taking care of some business, and then go to pick her up on my Harley at the end of the working day. We invariably go to some restaurants in the evenings where she spends some time writing reviews on their food and then we go back to her apartment to have incredible sex all night long. The next day we repeat the whole thing again and I soon feel as if I’ve never been so happy in my whole life.

One night we have a long discussion about the fact that we met under such unusual circumstances, but I assure her that it is all in the past and that we can carry on with our relationship without ever discussing the night at the mansion again. During one of our more serious discussions on the king size bed in her apartment Jenny asks me if I think I will ever feel the need to sleep with other women again. I assure her that she is the woman for me and that I will always remain faithful to her.

“And what if a really sexy woman asks you to take her for a ride on your Harley?” she asks with a very serious expression on her face as we lay in each other’s arms naked. We’ve just had the most incredible and mind-blowing sex and I’m breathing heavily to get my wind back.

“Then I’ll just tell that incredibly sexy woman to find someone else to drive her around,” I say with conviction and kiss Jenny on her luscious lips.

“That is the correct answer and you win another round of hot sex,” Jenny says and climbs on top of me once more. She starts riding me with the skill of a cowgirl riding home on a wild horse and I hang onto her bed railings as we fuck with insane abandon. There is something wild and exquisite about the way in which she throws her head back just before reaching an incredible climax and I feel myself also losing control… She climbs off from on top of me and start sucking me with fast movements of her head and tongue. I finally explode inside her mouth with such force that she has to swallow very quickly. She sucks every last drop of cum out of me and my entire body shakes all over with the incredible pleasure of it.

“I know I say this every time after we finish fucking, but that was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” I say with real conviction.

“I love it when you say that… I just wonder some worry sometimes that you’re only using me for my section of my incredible intellect,” Jenny jokes and I pull her into my arms and hold her close before whispering in her ear.

“You can really stop worrying about that… I love every second of being with you and, even though the sex is incredible, I also love just talking to you about little things,” I say, and really mean it.

I love the way Jenny and I have developed an intimacy which goes beyond the four walls of her bedroom and I am incredibly proud of the way in which she is making such a wonderful success of her magazine. We often go out to coffee shops and sit there talking about all the plans she has for the future of her magazine. The fact that she got the money to start the magazine from the virgin auction has now been long forgotten and we both keep our promise never to discuss that specific evening again. It’s not that we feel ashamed of the way we met… it’s more a question of having dealt with that part of our past and sticking to our agreement to leave it where it belongs, as a part of ancient history between the two of us.

One day we are sitting in a restaurant and Jenny is making notes about the food and service when I finally feel like the time has come for me to open up to her about the fact that I inherited a huge amount of money from my dad. But just before I can start telling her, the waiter shows up and she launches into a long discussion with him about one of the delicious meat dishes they serve.

The moment passes and I never get to take Jenny into my confidence that evening. I figure that there will be many more opportunities to tell her about my life and the fact that she seems to be happy enough with the way things are make me feel like there is no urgency. We spend a wonderful evening at the restaurant and we are treated like royalty. By now, everyone knows who Jenny is and whenever we show up at a new place they go out of their way to make sure she writes a good review. This night is no different and, apart from the fact that the manager shows up to tell us that he will take care of the bill, the wai

ter also makes sure that we never have to wait for anything about orders.

“I used to think that I command a lot of respect from waiters in places like these, but there’s just nothing that compares to the treatment I get when I’m around you,” I say after the waiter appears for the umpteenth time to make sure that there is nothing else we need.

“I know what you mean,” Jenny says with a smile, “if I’d known that the secret to getting service in a Los Angeles restaurant was simply to open up your own magazine, I would’ve done it a long time ago!”

After another splendid meal at another wonderful LA restaurant, we go home to Jenny’s apartment and the rest of the evening takes a very familiar direction. We rip off each other’s clothes as soon as we shut the door behind us and have sex three times before the levels of lust between us subside sufficiently for us to have a conversation.

“Won’t you play me some songs on your guitar?” Jenny asks and I gladly oblige. There’s nothing I enjoy more than playing her some music on my acoustic, guitar which I now permanently keep at her apartment. One of the things I now do regularly during the day while Jenny’s at work, is to go for more guitar lessons and to practice some new songs on my guitar all the time. I’ve developed quite a natural ability to master the chords and melodies and Jenny keeps telling me that I could easily become a professional musician if I wanted. I’m not sure whether she’s just saying this to flatter me, but I do really enjoy the feeling of being able to express my emotions through the medium of music. It’s almost as if I’ve been looking for this new, musical language all of my life and Jenny is the one who’s really helping me develop it.

“You’re once, twice, three times a lady… and I love you,” I sing and when I look over at Jenny I can see that she has tears in her eyes.

“Do you really mean those words?” she asks when I finally finish the song.

“Yes I do mean it… in fact, I’ve never meant anything as much as I mean those words right now in this moment,” I say and put down the guitar. I walk over to where Jenny’s lying on the bed and take her into my arms. We kiss for the longest time and the intimacy of the moment is almost sacred.

“Jenny, I really feel as if you’ve changed my life in a way that I could never have imagined possible… it’s as if you’ve opened up parts of my heart which I’ve kept hidden away from the rest of the world.” I say.

“Oh Brad, if only you knew how you have changed me in the time that we’ve been together,” she says with a very serious expression on her pretty face, “you are the very first man who’s ever been able to live up to my expectations and I just know my dad would have been very proud to have seen us together,” she says and I can see tears in her eyes again. I realize the gravity of what she has just said to me and kiss her one more time.

I know just how important it is to Jenny that she should be with someone whom her dad would have approved of and I feel incredibly honored that she considers me to be worthy of being that person. From everything she’s told me about her father I have gathered that he was a truly remarkable man and, even though I’ve never said this to Jenny in so many words, I find myself aspiring to be the kind of man her father used to be. I used to look up to my old man a lot when he was still alive, but there’s an additional dimension of character which Jenny’s father seemed to have had which now serves as an additional inspiration to me. It’s almost as if I want to combine all the great qualities of my own father with the qualities of Jenny’s father. If I can manage to cultivate the sum total of all those qualities in my own personality I know that I will become the kind of man who can make Jenny proud and happy for the rest of our lives. Through all of the time I’ve spent with Jenny, I sense that my entire outlook on life has changed… from being a rather irresponsible young man who didn’t find anyone or anything around him all that interesting or compelling any longer, I’ve become a thoughtful person who is not afraid to explore his own emotions and the possibility of a serious relationship with a beautiful woman like Jenny.

“You’ve been asking me about the rest of my life and I think the time has come for me to take you into my confidence,” I say and her entire face then lightens up.