My orgasm quickly followed hers. My ass tightened and my cock throbbed hard. I pulled out and released a rope of cum onto the bunched-up dress around her waist. I gasped loudly as the orgasm continued, more cum pulsing out until there was a pool of it soaking into the fabric. When it passed, I lay down on her, pressing her into the mattress. She squirmed up from under me until we were face-to-face, then kissed me deeply.
“I love you, Jeff. Oh my god, I love you so much.”
“You have no idea, Emma. I never thought I could love someone again, not like this.”
We lay together in the darkness, our bodies slowly recovering. I slid down behind her, spooned her, nuzzled her neck, and kissed her shoulders. She pressed back against me and wriggled her hips. I helped slide her dress down her legs, leaving it a rumpled mess on the floor. I wrapped her in my arms and cuddled her tenderly, my hands on her breasts.
“Let me stay with you,” she whispered. “Please let me stay with you.”
“Of course, Sweetheart,” I whispered back. “You belong here.”
“Do I?” she asked. “Do I really?”
“Yes, you do.” I squeezed her gently in my arms. “You belong right here.”
We woke up together, still in each other’s arms. I kissed her softly.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“I’m glad you’re still here.”
“This is where I want to be.”
I kissed her tenderly, then slipped out of bed. “Stay here, get some sleep. I’m going to make us some coffee.”
She yawned and rolled over.
I quietly headed for the kitchen. The excruciatingly painful sunlight was pouring through the kitchen window while I swallowed the aspirin I needed to combat my pounding headache. I leaned against the counter, staring blankly out at the garden, waiting for the coffee to brew, and startled when two arms wrapped around me and her head rested against my back. I held her arms against me. She squeezed tightly.
“I thought you were going to sleep longer than this.”
“I tried.”
I turned and hugged her, holding her head against my chest. “Coffee’ll be ready soon.”
“Oh god, not soon enough. My head.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She looked up at me and stroked my cheek. “Are you okay? After last night, I mean.”
“I am.” I smiled and kissed her tenderly, then poured the coffee and handed her a mug. I took her hand and headed for the den. She followed and sat beside me. I saw her wince as she eased down into the sofa.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just a little sore. Feels like I’ve been riding a horse.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to be careful.”
She smiled and kissed my cheek. “It was worth it. Every minute of it.”
I caressed her cheek. “Emma …”
She looked into my eyes, then looked away. “Oh, god, I’m going to get the ‘it was a mistake’ talk, aren’t I?”
“Hey, look at me.” I brought her chin around, then pulled her close. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
She rested her head on my shoulder. “I did,” she nodded. “And I do. I have for awhile now. The whiskey had nothing to do with that.”
“Did the whiskey have anything to do with the rest of it?”
She nodded slightly. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. But don’t think for a second that I’m sorry for any of it. I’m not. And don’t you dare say we did anything wrong.”
I squeezed her to me. “I was really worried last night, Emma, but I’m okay with it too.”
She pulled away and looked at me. “You’re ‘okay’ with it? That’s the mark? I’m a whole lot more than okay with it.”
“No, don’t get me wrong. It meant a lot to me, what we did. A lot. And like I told you last night, I love you. It’s hard to get my head around this. I never expected it to happen, not at this stage of my life, and certainly not with you. This came out of nowhere, believe me.”
“We’re on the same page then. This was not part of the plan.”
“Where do we go from here?”
“I don’t want to go anywhere but right here.” She leaned into me, her head on my shoulder again. “If you’ll let me.” She twirled her finger on my chest. “I really want to be with you.”
I took her coffee from her and set both mugs on the table beside me. I turned and held her close, stroking her hair. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how much last night meant to me.”
She nodded and kissed me. “I’ve never felt so loved, not like this. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
I held her face and kissed her softly. “I’m the lucky one.”
We sat together, cuddling, when she took a deep breath and sat up. She looked away, wringing her hands. “I… I need to tell you something.”
I caught her chin and turned her to face me. “What is it?”
She sat silently for a moment, looking down at her hands, then shrugged.
“I loved having you inside me. I never thought it could be like that, and I want you even more than before, but I’m really grateful that you didn’t cum inside me. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” she wrung her hands nervously, “I — I’m not on the pill or anything. Please don’t be mad. It was stupid of me, I know.”
I felt the colour drain from my face. “Emma … seriously? You’re saying I could have got you pregnant?” I rubbed my forehead furiously. “Holy shit.”
She held my hands tightly. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Not so much mad as terrified.”
“I know.”
“I’m not sure you do. The implications are beyond belief. How the hell could we possibly explain that? You’d end up hating me for ruining your life.”
“That’s not true, Jeff. And, yes, I’m calling you Jeff from now on. I love you and as far as I’m concerned, we’re together, you and me. Having your child wouldn’t be the horror you make it out to be.”
“That’s not…” I pulled her to me. “You’re right, it wouldn’t.” I kissed her forehead. “It’s just, well, it’s just not something I’ve even considered, you know?”
“I understand. I’m sorry.”
I hugged her closely. “I wasn’t really thinking about that as a possibility. I just thought it should be up to you whether I finished inside you. You didn’t say yes.”
“Mhmm. See how much you care about me?”
“There was never any doubt.”
There was a pause, and she bit her lip. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”
“Jesus wept, Emma! There’s more?”
She sat up again. “Look, this is a lot for me too, alright? This isn’t exactly something I had all planned out. There’s a lot to process here.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. There certainly is.” I kissed her softly and caressed her cheek. “Okay, what’s this something else I should know?”
She looked down at her hands, her cheeks red. “I… I have a confession to make.”
I lifted her chin, looking into her eyes. “What is it?”
“Well,” she puffed her cheeks. “Remember what it was like at first, when, you know, it took some effort?”
“I know what you mean.”
“Well, umm,” Her cheeks were bright red. “You kinda broke the seal.”
“Broke the…” My eyes widened. “Emma, have you never?”
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”
I had no words.
“Say something.”
“Emma, I don’t know what to say. I thought by now you’d been with someone. I’m so sorry.”
She took my hands in hers. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you were my first. Besides, you couldn’t know. It was just a lot more than I’m used to. Bob never stretched me like that.”
“Bob? I thought you just said you’d never…”
She burst out laughing. “You’ve never heard of Bob? He’s every girl’s battery-operated boyfriend.”
It was my turn to be embarrassed. She laughed again and pecked my nose, then looked into my eyes.
“You’re cute when your cheeks turn red.”
We sat there for a long time, cuddling, and sipping our coffee. The patch of sunlight moved slowly across the floor. This was a strange new world I was in. I was in love, excited, proud… and terrified. We were so far outside the lines. I couldn’t think of a single person in my life who’d be okay with it. They could never know.
