10
Ben
I sit out by the lake with John, neither of us talking at first. The sun has gone down, the moon casting a spear of light across the water. A slight breeze rustles the leaves on the trees around us, keeping things from getting too deep in silence.
I could cut the tension in the air with a knife. I know John would love nothing more than to hit me right now after Jenny and I broke the news to him. His wife didn’t take it as hard, but she’s not too happy with me either. I wish this could’ve waited until after the vacation was over, but my daughters finding out put a kink in that plan.
“Dammit, John, say something,” I plead with him. The silence is driving me mad.
John looks at me with disgust and now I’m wishing I could take my words back. Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t say anything after all.
“I’d really like to drown you in the lake right now,” he says.
I nod because I know he doesn’t mean it. He’s just pissed and I don’t blame him. If it had been the other way around and he was having an affair with one of my daughters, I’d want to kill him. “That’s fair.”
“How the hell did this happen?” he asks.
“I don’t know. It just did. One minute she was just Jenny, your daughter. The next she was this woman who I wanted to make laugh, to protect, to never see shed another tear. I want to take care of her. I really love her.”
John stares out into the distance. I can’t read his expression. “Is it serious between the two of you.”
“It is.”
He’s silent again. The bastard has never been silent a day in his life and now he’s doing the one thing he knows I hate. I’d rather be yelled at than ignored and he knows this about me. He’s doing it as a punishment.
I stand up on the dock, ready to leave. I can’t sit here in the quiet.
Before I walk away I say, “Don’t sell the cabin.”
John looks up at me. I’ve finally gotten his attention. “Why not?”
“This place means a lot to Jenny. Some of her best memories are here.”
John sighs. “I don’t have a choice. I need the money to pay her tuition.”
“I’ll pay it,” I insist. “I’ll sell my share of my cabin to my ex—she’s been begging me for full ownership anyway. It will be enough.”
“What about your own kids?”
“Mine have full scholarships and their own funded accounts.” John continues to stare at me, his jaw slack. He doesn’t seem sure if I’m being serious or not and he looks shocked.
“I thought you were having a hardship after paying for the divorce. You never dipped into those funds?”
“I would never be that selfish.”
John shocks the hell out of me by standing up and taking my hand and shaking it. Then pulls me into a bear hug. Is this the part where he throws me into the lake? I wait for it, but it doesn’t happen. Instead he says, “We’ve been best friends since we were kids. You’re not who I imagined for my daughter, but she couldn’t have chosen a more stand-up guy. At least if she’s with you, I know she’ll be treated right.” He shakes his head. “It’s going to be strange for a while, seeing you together as a couple. But I’ll get over it. I’m not going to stand in your way. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as happy as you have these last couple of weeks. You were never this happy with your wife, not even in the beginning.”
“You’re right. I’ve never been this happy before.”
John shakes my hand one more time and I watch him walk away. When he’s out of sight, Jenny steps out of the trees and into the moonlight. She’d been listening in. I smile at her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just really wanted to know what my dad was going to say. And I figured you needed back up in case he tried to kill you,” she laughs.
“He gave us his blessing. And he won’t be selling the cabin after all.”
She seems shocked at first, but her wide open mouth turns to a Cheshire-wide grin and she runs up to me and throws herself into my arms, hugging me tight enough to knock the wind out of me.
The crickets and frogs start to sing. I hold her close to me and listen to the sounds of nature, the soft lap of water as it hits the dock.
“You should be asleep,” I tell her.
“How can I sleep at a time like this?”
I stare at her under the moonlight and anything seems possible now that we have the blessings from our families. My ex-wife is another matter, but there’s nothing she can do now to hurt us.
I touch Jenny’s waist, drawing her near. She shivers when my skin touches hers. I move my hand up to rest just under the swell of her soft breast. She looks up at me with the penetrating gaze of someone in love. She’s hungry for what we both know will happen next. My fingers brush her hard nipple through the fabric of her bikini top. I pinch it and my cock grows harder when she gasps.
She shifts her weight. I’ve grown to realize she does that when she’s turned on. She can’t stand still with the anticipation. Her eyes flutter closed as I explore her body. I slip my hands into the elastic waist of her shorts, rubbing the fabric of the bikini bottoms underneath. They’re wet and hot just as I knew they would be.
“You’re so wet,” I say, marveling at how turned on she gets. I’ve never been with a woman who’s so responsive. And it’s all for me. Every time I’m with her, it blows my mind that this perfect angel who could have anyone she wants, chose to be with me. It makes me want to be a better man. I never want to give her a reason to think of anyone else. I don’t have to worry about that now. Right now, it’s just the two of us, and I plan to keep it that way for the rest of our lives together.
My hand slips beneath the last barrier of fabric that keeps me from my own personal slippery playground. Her legs go weak at the first touch to her swollen clit. She has to lean against me to hold herself up.
I pull down her shorts and bikini bottoms until they puddle at her feet. She’s naked from the waist down. I’m not worried about anyone interrupting us at the moment. We’re out here alone and I’m confident we’ll hear anyone approach long before they see us. We could go somewhere else to be alone, somewhere more private, but I can’t wait. I need to have her right now.
She’s breathing hard, her wetness a steady drip in need of attention. Her shaved pussy is so smooth. I need to run my tongue over the soft skin and taste her sweetness.
I run my fingers up and down her wet slit.
“Damn, you have such a pretty pussy,” I say in awe of its perfection. This makes her giggle, but it’s true. It’s a thing of beauty. “It’s so pink and tight.”
My hard-on rages inside my shorts. It feels as though it’s being strangled by the fabric, dying for release.
I push my finger past the swollen folds, and the whimper that escapes her lips is pure pleasure. When I add another finger, she starts to melt, hanging onto me tighter to keep from falling. She looks up at me with wide eyes. She’s holding her breath. It’s another thing about her I’m that I’m getting to know. She does this just before she’s about to come.
She raises up on the tips of her toes to kiss me. I open my mouth to accept her tongue. Her kiss is urgent, greedy. She starts to pull away, but I hold her face to mine and force my tongue between her lips and kiss her again. I kiss my way down to her chin, her neck, and finally to her chest.
I pull her bikini top up to expose her little breasts, sucking and gently biting her nipples.
“I need to fuck you,” I say. I won’t be able to control myself much longer.
“Then fuck me,” she says.
I smile as she bites my lip.
I shake my head. “No, I want to drive you crazy first.”
She pulls back and gives me an excited look.
“I’m going to make you lose your mind,” I say and push her up against one of the posts on the dock used for tying the boats up. I sink to my knees in front of her. Her pussy glistens in the moonlight. I lick her from top to bottom and taste her sweetness. It coats my lips and tongue as I explore every inch between her legs.
I grab one of her legs and put it over my shoulder to spread her farther apart so I can get better access.
Putting a finger inside of her, she’s plush and tight and warm. I never want to leave. Hooking my finger, I feel the ridges of her g-spot and focus on rubbing against it. It drives her crazy. Just as I planned.
Her breathing quickens, then it stops and I know she’s close. I continue my pounding and licking until she’s squirting. Hot juice is all over my face and running down her legs. Her breathing shifts into moaning. She’s so loud I have to reach up and cover her mouth to keep us from being discovered.
When she calms down, I stand up, dragging my soaked hand down her cheek, kissing her lips.
“Holy shit,” she says, looking drunk and satisfied.
“I told you I was going to drive you crazy first,” I said. I’m so hard now it’s painful.
I turn her around so that her ass faces me, and tell her to wrap her arms around the post. She’s going to need it for leverage. Then I slowly sink into her. She’s so wet and slick and easy to enter. Her pussy hugs my cock, squeezing like a rubber band against the base. She’s so tight I almost come instantly. It takes all my willpower to refrain.
Her next orgasm causes tremors through her body and I push through it even though the powerful contractions threaten to push me out. I pound her hard now, brutal, but I know she can take it. She’s used to my size by now and she likes it hard and fast.
Her moans become grunts each time my hips smash up against her ass. “Fuck me, yes, just like that. I need your cock,” she says. Her dirty words urge me on.
I grab her hips and our skin slaps together. She starts to scream as another orgasm takes over. This time I don’t try to silence her. It’s impossible once my own orgasm takes hold. My whole body starts to shudder and my mind goes empty for a moment. Only pleasure is capable of penetrating this darkness. The world around me ceases to exist and in this moment, it’s just me and Jenny.
It takes minutes before my brain recovers. I open my eyes to the dim light of the moon. Pulling out, I watch as the evidence of my orgasm drips out of her, the juices catching the glint of moonlight. I turn her around and hold her close to me. As we kiss, I realize just how cold it is. We’d been too worked up to notice. Now we’re both shivering and grasping each other tightly.
Jenny looks up and I see tension in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing a change in her mood. I trace her chin with my thumb. Her skin is so soft.
“I’m afraid everything is coming to an end,” she says.
“Only the summer, but not us,” I assure her.
“I’m going off to college, though.”
I grin at her. “That’s true, but you won’t be far. I’ll come to see you on the weekends. We’ll have plenty of time together. And next summer, we’ll still have our time at the cabin.”
Her eyes glitter. “You promise.”
“I swear.” I kiss her forehead. “Nothing is going to stop me from being with you. I love you so much, and a little distance between us is not going to change that.”
She hugs me tight. “I love you too.”