Carree's 1st Break
I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day, planned to use my
diary, as a basis for true erotic stories. I kept the diary through our
courtship and beyond, William and I enjoyed reading erotic of this type.
He planned to use the pen name Billy Hand. As a means of therapy for dealing
with his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished a writer as
William, I too, write professionally for travel and vacation guides. I hope you
enjoy our as much as I did living them.
Whether you believe our or not, trust me when I say then have been
embellished little.
Our sexual awakening is told in the CARREE LOVES BILLY series.
There are 10 separate other to be written, from Williams outlines, about
specific days and events in our sexual lives. This is the fifth in the series. It tells
the of our lives away from each other for the first time at separate schools.
Not seeing each other everyday changed our perspective, and enhanced our
feelings. It also let us see other people's lives and relationships through our love
focused eyes and learned how to use those thoughts as building blocks for our
lives together.
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The final few days leading up to our departure to was supposed to be a sex
filled romp that would hold us over until we saw each other again. Ha, think
again!
The details of life and love are totally different than those of life and school as
you prepare to leave home for the first time. So many people you had to see, so
many details you had to attend to. Not to mention, packing, deciding what to
bring, and what not to bring. Turning your life's switch from "care free, fun and
love filled", to "student, first semester, scared as hell," took both hands and all the
strength you could muster.
As we got down to the final days of our summer it became increasingly obvious
that we were not going to be able to make up for future lost time filling our cups
from each others sex fonts. "Too busy" became the mantra of each cancelled
meeting.
In the end, at our last late night phone conversation, we decided that since our
Upstate New York schools were only 72 miles apart we could meet on the first
Sunday before classes to say our official goodbyes. (Read -sex) Later, we were to
find that there was a reason that freshmen students were summoned on the
Wednesday before classes were to start, and those 5 days were still not going to
be enough time to adjust to campus life, and life with new roommates; The
roommates of which you had no choosing.
I was to live in a suite style dorm room. There were 3 small rooms and one larger
common area. In the common area we could share refrigerator, stereo and the few
pieces of furniture they provided. My roommates were to be Henny and Maria.
I asked upon our first meeting if "Henny" was short for Henrietta, and was given
a cold,
"No - guess again."
I never ventured another guess, but by the end of the first weekend, I heard the
same question asked, and same answer given about 100 times. You would have
thought she would have a better answer than that. She acted like it was a stupid
question, but I didn't think it was. Although it was a little thing, she was off on
the wrong foot with me.
Just before my Residence Life Council meeting, on Saturday night, I had to make
a call to Bill and tell him that our planned meeting on Sunday would be
impossible, unless he could make the trip all the way Upstate. There was no way I
was going to be able to rent a car and drive the halfway to meet him. Bill had
given me $50 and a phone number to rent a car for just such a liaison. Freshmen
were not allowed to have a car on campus. Bill thought the rented car would give
me transportation to see him, as well as a way to get any last minute odds and
ends I might need. His good intentions were for naught. It seemed that both our
campuses made it impossible to find free time for any such high jinx. I had spent
all of Saturday scouting down, and waiting in lines for, my books for the first day
of classes
When I got back to my room Henny was reading a campus guide and without
looking up said,
"Karen, a called and left a message for you to call him. I lost the number,
sorry. In the future, please try to have an answering machine pick up your calls."
I stopped for a second to see if Henny was trying to be funny, or snotty. I was in
the mood for neither. I couldn't decide whether to take her snottiness, or to
confront it now. The pressure of being away from Bill and home got the best of
me.
"Well, fuck you too, Henny Penny. My name is Carree, and you know it is. It's on
the fucking door. There are just 3 of us behind that goddamn door and looking out
for each other shouldn't be all that hard. Taking a phone message shouldn't kill
you; I would have done it for you, or anyone under these new circumstances. If
you had left the phone to ring more than 5 times, it would have picked up itself,
and how could you have lost the number, I bet you haven't left the room," I said
in an even voiced mini-tirade.
"Listen blondie," she countered. "If you think I'm going to be your booking agent
for every guy you want to meet or date, you're wrong. I didn't have a pen and by
the time I found one, I forgot it. With your looks, I don't imagine you'll have to
wait long for another call."
I wanted to rip her face off, but that wasn't me. I decided to take the high road and
take the blame for getting off on the wrong foot.
"Listen Henny, I called you a name, you called me one. Let's end it right here.
We should be able to get along. I will look after your calls if you're not here, if
you can do the same for Maria and I.
So, One might sense you have an issue with my being and want to stereo
type me. That is stupid.
Also, I'll only have one caller, which will be Bill, my future husband. He goes to
school about 75 miles from here and if we remain roommates for more than few
weeks, you will meet him.
If we have a problem, let's get it out in the open now. I don't know what I
possible could have done to cause you to treat me like I am some burden on you,"
I said as I put all my cards on the table.
"I'm sorry for being so rotten, but MY boyfriend hasn't called me yet and I'm
here 3 days now. He's not away at school, he's at home, and I sense NOT missing
me. He's the best freind I have. I don't have the hair, the big boobs, the
confidant air that you do, to get another lover so easy," Henny sort of apologized.
"Well Henny, you would think that I flaunted myself or my situation, and I
haven't." I started in.
"We have barely talked." I concluded, and then continued.
"If what you perceive as my "confidant air" offends you, I am sorry. But, I must
tell you, I am scared shitless and about as far from confidant as possible. The only
thing I have that is sure is my relationship with my fianc‚e. The fact that you lost
his number pisses me off, but does not deter or diminish that confidence. We are
forever. So if the fact that your boyfriend hasn't called has made you think that
breaking me up with mine will make you feel better, try again. Like I said, we are
forever. Take my phone, call your boyfriend on my dime, and ask him why he
hasn't called you. When you get the answer, you will know and maybe you won't
be so pissy. THEN maybe we can get off on the right foot and we can become
friends, as long as we are going to live together."
That said, I turned, handed her my phone, went into my cubicle and closed the
door.
I knew Bill would call me back, and I suspected that he was going to tell me the
same thing I was going to tell him, that is was too hectic to get away. My asking
him to drive all the way here would be selfish, and if he did come, I don't know
when he and I would have time together, besides the evening, and I didn't want
him getting back to his campus dorm late. His classes began Monday morning as
well.
I had about a half hour to relax before my next pre planned "freshman welcome"
event put on by the Student Life Dept. I was chosen to take part in a program to
help other frosh with problems. It was a 4-year thing of helping students get along
with campus life. Those in their fourth year of the program were indoctrinating
potential new members. We were chosen from personality profiles that were taken
at orientation. I wasn't in love with being picked, and could have turned it down,
but the Residence Life guide from orientation weekend said it cold open a lot of
other doors for you. So, I would try it.
I had just lay back on the hardest bed I would ever sleep on and I heard a knock
on the window. It was may other roommate, Maria.
Maria was a thin, dark haired Brooklyn Italian who clicked with me when we
roomed on Orientation Weekend. We had hoped to be paired for the year and
made the request when we mailed our registration forms in. Our pairing showed
the good sense it was to attend the orientation. We both missed boyfriends that
weekend, we both were in committed relationships, and we were 2 peas in a pod
in many ways. There would be few conflicts with us.
I opened the blinds to answer her knock.
"Is Henny still here, still in a lousy mood waiting for the phone to ring?" she
asked.
"Yes, and I assume you had a run in with her too. I just used more swear words
than I had said in 4 years of high school, in just one sentence with her. She's
taking her boyfriends inattentiveness out on us, I guess," I said. "I gave her my
phone and told her to call on my dime, but I don't know if she will. The least she
can do is sit in her own room. She's out in the common room, and I sure as hell
don't want to sit out there with her, if all she is going to do is and moan."
"Tell you what", Maria said, "I'll come in, and you and I can both try to get her
off the dime to call him, or forget about it for now."
"It's worth a try," I said, "I'll meet you in there in a second."
I shut the window and gave Maria 10 seconds to go through the main door. We
both opened the common room together, and Maria shouted out.
"That's it Henny, your roommates are sick of you moping. Let's call the
boyfriend and get his before he drives you nuts and makes the 3 of us crazy.
How can 3 have fun on this campus if one of us is miserable?"
Henny sat up startled, at first mad, then she smiled.
"I guess I've been a real to the two of you. I'm really sorry. My relationship
can be a pain in the ass, and I knew he could do this. God only knows what he
might be up to. We don't have a big commitment to each other in that way."
Maria blushed. "Henny, I swear a little and don't care if you do, but that word is
just not one I like, it's really demeaning to women in general. I'm not activist, but
please refrain from that one word, OK?"
"Ditto from here," I added.
"Geez, sorry. I guess it is a little rough, and I don't really use it that much, only to
describe the kind of female I have been today." Henny said, and smiled and
cocked her head, saying, "Do you really think I should call him? I WOULD freak
him out."
"Sure, go ahead, it wouldn't hurt. Tell him you're the only in the dorm not to
hear from her guy," Maria said.
Henny laughed, "He said he wouldn't call until the goodbye sex wore off. Maybe
it hasn't."
"It's been 4 days Henny, no is that good, unless you have special talents,"
Maria said. "Call him and tell him it wore off you. Make him worry a little."
I was a little surprised at Maria saying that to Henny, but apparently she liked the
idea, she was dialing the phone. We heard her ask for Nick, and she flushed when
someone picked up. I motioned Maria to my room and let Henny have her
privacy.
We sat on the bed and shook hands; glad we nipped a problem in the bud.
"Hello sex is better than goodbye sex, any way" Maria confided. "I didn't see
Jack for 5 minutes in my last 3 days home, he was so busy going away too. I don't
think I'll see him until like Columbus Day or something, but the phone will have
to do."
"It is a hard time to have a commitment, when you know you'll be apart. Sex is
the last thing I worry about, well not the last thing," I laughed, "But, you know
just seeing him, holding him, talking to him, you know, sharing the wavelengths.
He makes me whole," I said.
"Oh, that's so nice a sentiment," Maria said. "Jack and I are a lot like that. I just
wish he were a bit less serious at times. He forgets we are still kids, at heart."
"Bill can be serious too, and almost too much. But, he does open up. When we're
alone we have so much fun." I said, blushing as soon as I said it.
"I didn't mean that kind of alone, not that he's not fun then. Oh' hell. You know
what I mean Maria." I said trying to stop from getting any deeper into our
personal stuff.
There was a knock on the door, it was Henny, and she wanted to talk.
"Well, I'm glad I called. He said my phone doesn't work, he tried to call," she
said. " I got this from his roommate, and he says he is on his way up here. It's
only about 3 hours. I think he wants to stay the night. I should tell you that
he and I are in no big love affair; we've just been handy to each other. He's a
great guy, sort of like a I never had, ummm. . . that I sleep with."
"Whoa, slow down," Maria said. "As far as rules, I don't know anything about
overnight guests. I think it's OK. As far as I'm concerned, I just want him out of
here in the morning so I can get showered and everything. Come on, this is our
room. Our bathroom is off the common room; it's going to be real hard to have
guests. Do we all agree, and don't be afraid to speak your minds. I'll go along
with a majority."
"Umm, this is going to be tough," I said. "I would like Bill to be able to stay here
from time to time, but most times when he comes, I hope we can get a room. You
know, maybe we can plan around the others going home or getting a room. But, if
the 3 of us are here, boyfriends will have to be off limits for the most part. I think
that's only fair."
"Yeah, I fully understand. I would never think of having him here in the morning,
unless you were gone and I was going to be alone. I like my privacy, too.
He, or any other guy who stays, will have to get out during the night, or very early
in the morning. I think that's fair," Henny said.
"Well," Maria began, "I'll go along with it this weekend Henny, sort of a test,
like. But, yes, he does have to be out early. I like my privacy."
As Maria finished my phone rang, and it was Bill. As I suspected, his coming to
see me, or me going halfway to meet him was going to be out this weekend. We
both bit off more than we could chew thinking we could prepare for school and
see each other. "Each other" was not a problem and didn't need any work. The
school part was where we needed to concentrate. We made no bones about the
fact we would miss each other this weekend. The pressure of school was already a
burden on our relationship. We would be testing how strong we were as a couple.
I went to my Residence Life Facilitator training seminar, Maria scouted out for
more books, and Henny went in search of the women's sports director. Women's
Soccer and Field Hockey were looking for walk-ons and she wanted to sign up. I
asked her to get any Track info for me. Hopefully I could a least work out with
the team and be a second for some events, at least enough to keep me in shape. I
liked this better than any exercise class or self-induced physical regimen. Doing it
as a team member made it much easier for me to stay in shape. Plus, I knew I was
not kidding myself to think I was really good enough to compete on a week-to-
week basis with the real athletes. I was fairly quick afoot and had decent stamina.
The only thing I lacked was that real sports competitive edge. The best thing
about the running was that it kept my legs and my butt firm, my belly flat, and my
shoulders and upper back from slouching, thus keeping my up and out
there. I wanted Bills plate to be full, and he kept in shape for me. We had both
given each other gold medals for OUR marathons.
We finished our meeting at Residence Life about 8:45 and as we left the meeting
hall, there was a sticky note on the meeting room doors little peek window,
"Carree, meet Maria at Newman Quad, called 8:30". I went out to check with the
"go-fer and pointer" who worked that hall, but she apparently left her post
sometime after the call. Who could blame her, sitting there all day showing
freshman where to go and what to do.
I rushed over to the Newman Quad and there sat Maria with 2 piles of books and
a forlorn look on her face.
"Carree, thank God you made it. Can you help me with these? I feel so stupid. My
art classes required so many books and workbooks! I had no idea. While I was
waiting in lines and putting together the pile I had a little cart they let me take, but
then they told me I couldn't leave the building with it. I tried to carry them, but I
only made it this far, and there was a phone here. Do you hate me?" Maria said,
near tears, it seemed.
I laughed at her frustration. "What were you going to do if I didn't show up?" I
asked.
"I don't know. Unbutton my blouse a few buttons and roll my waist up a few
inches to show some leg I guess," she laughed.
"I'm surprised some guy hasn't come along to offer help without all that," I said.
"Everyone else is buried in books too," she said. "Matter of fact, a guy said he
had to come by here around 9 and if I was still here, he would help. Can you
please help me Carree?" Maria was exasperated and embarrassed.
We divvied up the pile into 2 and made our way back to our dorm. She
couldn't found a place further from our room to call and wait for me. We were
just about 500 yards from "home" when we came upon Henny and Nick, her
boyfriend. They were walking toward the same building from the other direction.
We saw Henny point and Nick ran ahead to meet us.
"Hen says you're her roomies and need some help. Let me take those." Nick said
in a voice that would have melted butter. He was a dream.
"I can't let you take all of them," Maria said. "You're so nice to help."
Nick looked Maria in the eye and you could see he was melting her defenses right
away. This guy was a hound, and had all the moves, looks, voice and demeanor to
pull it off.
"I wasn't negotiating," Nick said. "I can take them, it's not a problem."
With that, he knelt and put the books from Maria's arms on a knee, arranging
them from biggest to smallest, using the smaller ones to make a square load, and
then he disarmed me with his eyes.
"Now yours, angel" he said as I bent to let him take them from me one at a time.
He built one large square load on his knee, and then hefted them up.
"I'll meet you at the door of the building," he said as he hurried with his large
load in tow.
Henny was just catching up to us. "Isn't he a dreamboat, and he's like that
naturally, without trying," Henny said.
"Henny, he IS a dish, and you say he's like a to you?" Maria said.
The 3 of us turned to walk up and meet Nick at the door as Henny spoke.
"We were in daycare together as babies and every grade in school. He's had
girlfriends, and I've had boyfriends and when we are in between, besides always
being friends, we sleep together. I know it's weird. It's probably why I never can
keep a boyfriend for a long time. They feel threatened. But any who wants
him, has to accept me too. We're friends. We'll always be friends," Henny said as
she stopped to make a point with us.
"Umm, don't get the wrong idea. If he has a girlfriend, or me a boyfriend, or
anything, we don't 'do it' then. We aren't swingers or anything. Nothing weird
like that. I know it's a strange relationship. I'll explain more as we get to know
each other, OK?" Henny said.
Maria and I didn't know what to make of Henny and her arrangement, but I knew
Nick was a hunk, and he looked like the type to be sniffing buttholes and humping
legs, in a sense. (That's so unfair for me to categorize like that, but that's
what it reminds me of) But, his looks and whole package were disarming. Henny
was good looking in a frumpy sexy sort of way. She certainly would have no
problem finding a guy to be interested in her. But Nick, here was a guy who could
have most any he wanted. My own first impression said he and Henny were in
love and just too jaded by the "friendship" thing to come to grips with it.
We got to the door of our Hall and Nick sat patiently waiting for us. I think he
went so swiftly ahead to be sure Henny had a chance to explain a little about
them.
"Nick, thank you so much for bailing me out," Maria said. "My name is Maria,"
she said as she shook his hand.
Henny piped up, "And this is Carree. She's the one who let me use her phone
when I found mine was dead."
Nick turned and took my hand to shake it, and his eyes, oh my god, those eyes,
just unraveled me. "So nice to meet you Carree." Nick said, "Hen said her
roommates were special, but I had no idea," as he picked up the load of books to
go with the load of crap he just shoveled.
We got inside the common room and Nick was pointed to Maria's door and he set
the books on her bed. We each went to our rooms and left Nick alone in the
common as we freshened up. Maria and I may have seen Nick as a hound, but we
made sure we looked good for him. Ahh, vanity.
Soon the four of us were sitting in the common room chit-chatting about school
and life's experiences. Nick was going to Community back home and
planned to join Henny here at the SUNY school with the lesser expensive CC
credits he needed to get started on his major. All the while we talked Henny
snuggled close to Nick and you could see she was either really missing him,
homesick, or horny. It may very well have been all three. I was pretty well
convinced that the 2 of them were just afraid to commit to each other. I've had
guy friends who were special and so very close, like Jerry Bennett, who I went all
through all grades of school with, but the thought of sleeping with them was not
an option.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I am starved" Maria said, "And the last
meal is served at Frazier Hall at 9:55, if you aren't in line by then, sorry, no food.
We have 20 minutes to get there."
"You and Carree go ahead," Henny said, not waiting to find if I was hungry too.
"Nick and I just shared a pizza he brought from home in his van. It was cold, but
it was home."
I was a little affamato, but not starved, but was willing to let them have time
alone. Knowing Nick had a van, I kind of knew where he would sleep once he left
Hennys bed.
Maria and I went to Frazier and had a bountiful dinner of salad and Jell-O. We
would have had more, but it was all that was left. As the school year went on, they
had more and more food left over each day, as students began to grow weary of
college food. But tonight, the pickings were slim.
After our sumptuous dinner we strolled back to our dorm stopping at 2 frosh
parties on campus. Both parties had signs up telling where the booze parties, off
campus, were. As tempting as it sounded, tonight was to be an early night for me,
and Maria as well. With just Sunday to prepare for our first full week of classes, a
hangover was not in the mix, plus my drink of choice was champagne. Those keg
parties were pretty much champagne free.
As we let ourselves into our room it was dark. We put on the lights and saw
Hennys door was closed. We were not sure whether to assume they were in there,
it was only 11:15, or were checking out parties on or off campus. We put on the
TV to catch the end of the news and SNL. We whispered back and forth deciding
whether we were alone, or if dirty deeds were quietly being done behind Hennys
door. I reminded Maria that it was none of our business, but it didn't keep me
from wondering.
By midnight I was nodding off and caught Maria doing the same. I told her
"goodnight" and went off to my room, closing the door after visiting the
community john. I heard Maria turn off the and saw the light go out in the
common room and heard her door click shut. In the stone silence of the room, I
heard loud whispering from the other side of Hennys wall. It was hard to make
out what was being said, but in a few minutes there was no doubt what they were
doing.
That night, assuming, they had already "done it" once before we got back, Henny
got her self good and fucked at least 2 more times. It's hard to believe I could
have slept through one of them, but I was that tired. Henny was as loud as I am
when I at the end of Bills tongue, and she made no effort to stifle it. Nick
kept giving her loud shushes, but she apparently had little or no control. I assume
the last time I heard Henny, she was on her knees, getting it from behind, with her
hands on my wall. She was announcing her orgasm, almost in my ear. Needless to
say, it made me horny to hear the sex from the other side. I missed Bill and this
was going to have to do.
She was not listening to Nick when he was shushing her, nor did she care. My
fingers were deep in my pussy, while my other thumb and forefinger milked my
clit. I came quietly, much as I did at home, when I was alone in my room. Trying
not to get excited and influenced by their screwing was impossible. I was tense
and I missed Bill already. By the time I came the second time on Hennys third
screw, I was wishing to have Bills cock to play with and suck on. To feel that
hard cock in my mouth as it shot its load to the back of my throat was what I was
wishing for. I worried for a second that my craving made me a pervert, but I
realized that it was only Bill I craved. For a second I thought of myself with
Nick, and as hunky, and as much as he made my loins ache earlier with just his
eyes and smile, the thought of anyone else's penis but Bills made me chill. I
missed, not just A penis, but Bills, and the way Bill loved me. To be sure, the
image of 2 people screwing on the other side of my wall made me hot, and got me
to orgasm. But it was Bill that I wanted. My second orgasm, caused by Henny
almost shouting sexual cheers in my ear, my third overall, wore me to a frazzle
and I drifted off into deep sleep.
I heard some noises a few hours later in the common room that woke me. As deep
a sleep as my finger play had gotten me into, sleeping in a strange bed kept my
senses wary. I cleared my head and realized it was Nick leaving. A glance at my
clock told me it was 5:15 a.m. I was glad Nick had enough common sense and
decency to be gone when we all got up. I heard them argue a little, with Nick
saying he definitely had to go, and Henny wanting him to stay longer. God, hadn't
she had enough? Then I heard the door swing open and then close, followed by
the outer door to our Hall, both open and close. I just closed my eyes when I
heard our door open and close again and the outer door do the same. My interest
was piqued.
I parted 2 slats of the Venetians and saw Henny, in pajamas, running to Nick, who
was no more than 100 feet from the door. They embraced and kissed for a long
time. Apparently Henny was not going to see him for a while, and frankly, if Bill
had to leave in the middle of the night, I wouldn't want him to go either. What
happened next made me feel like the dirty voyeur, but I couldn't turn away.
Henny broke her kiss with Nick, and in the pre dawn light I saw her squat down
and unzip his jeans. Henny looked around to make sure no one was else was
stirring (who stirs at 5:15 in the morning?) She drew out his penis and proceeded
to give him a right there in between the Halls. I wondered if she was
going to finish him right there, but then she stood and turned around, lowering her
bottoms and bending over. Nick, still fully dressed, with only his cock out,
slammed into her pussy, but Henny was quiet this time, realizing that waking the
Quad to see her screwing just might be embarrassing. Nick came in about 20
seconds, obviously primed by her sucking. Henny went from a bend to a squat,
and I assume was letting Nick run out of her. He went to the front of her and she
took his penis back in her mouth, apparently cleaning it for the ride home. She
finished doing that and Nick stuffed it back in his pants, while she continued to
squat. Nick reached into his pocket and took out a napkin, or his handkerchief and
handed it to her. She wiped herself and pulled up her bottoms and kissed Nick
again. They hugged and he was on his way. She stood, with arms folded in the
cool morning air just before the sun broke the horizon, waving goodbye to her
friend. She walked, albeit a little funny, back up to the Hall entrance. Through my
open window I could hear keys jiggling in her hand, and her humming a song of
contentment.
In a way, I was astonished at what I saw, in a way I was jealous. I was happy for
Henny. She was the most homesick of the 3 of us, the most insecure of the three.
But she knew that she was the one who was satiated the most right now. She was
the first to get off with her guy at school and face the first week of school with a
smile on her face. I had another orgasm in her honor.
In the morning I was the first up about 10:30 and Maria followed about a half
hour later. We made some small talk and she finally got a shit-eating grin on her
face and asked:
"Did their cavorting keep you awake last night? If not, you must sleep like the
dead. Apparently she doesn't care who hears her. Wow, it was quite a show."
"Oh Yeah, I heard them. God Bless her. It was quite inspirational." I said.
"Believe me, I know what you mean. I miss Jack too." Maria intimated.
"You didn't happen to see them when they left together this morning, did you?"
Maria asked.
I was embarrassed to say that I spied. "No, I didn't. I figured he left early, why?"
"She did him again, outside, not fifty yards away from the building. I couldn't
fully see both of them, all of the time, from my window, but it was obvious what
was going on. I looked out when I heard her leave about 10 seconds after he did,"
Maria said.
"Well," I said, "One of us will be in a good mood today. God, I miss Bill, but the
inspiration was welcome last night," I admitted.
"Yes, we can be naughty little creatures can't we," Maria said agreeing with me.
Frazier didn't open until noon for breakfast (I'm sorry, back home we call that
LUNCH), so I decided to shower, but just as I was going in Maria passed me.
Now we had 2 stalls, but I wasn't ready for community nudity yet. I realized that
some days it was going to be unavoidable. But, today, I let Maria finish. When
she was done I went in took my shower, with Maria agreeing to wait and go to
Frazier with me. I was halfway through my shower when Henny paraded in to
shower herself.
"Hi Carree. Umm, sorry if we got a little loud last night, I really needed it. I won't
be seeing him for a while. So . . . . . Hey, nice shave job! You go baldie for your
boyfriend, or do it for your self?" Henny asked, giving my nude body the once
over.
"Ah . . Um . .It's for both of us," I said uncomfortably as I turned away.
"Hey, don't go shy on me, Carree. Living together like this, we have to get used
to it. Nothing is private. You're beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of,"
Henny paused, then added. "I say nothing is private because, . . Nick said you
were watching us screw in the Quad this morning. He saw the blinds part. Don't
be embarrassed. If I cared I wouldn't have done it outside."
I was stunned and embarrassed, almost to tears. "I am so sorry, Henny. I just
looked out to make sure everything was OK, and then one thing led to another and
. . ."
"Don't sweat it, Carree. I needed a good dicking, and I got it. I don't do those
things with every guy I go out with, just Nick. He's special. Please understand,
I'm no slut or whore." Henny defended herself.
I was still uncomfortable. "I can't judge you Henny, and I don't." I said. "What
you two did was private, and I was a bad person to keep looking. I even denied it
to Maria, who also saw you. So, lets just drop it, OK?"
There was a long pause as Henny thought about our words, standing there in the
nude watching my backside as I spoke. "Thanks Carree," Henny said. She paused
a long time and I turned to hear the rest of what I knew she wanted to say.
"Thanks for not judging me, and letting it drop with Maria. I appreciate it. It was
one of the few times I didn't feel guilty about sex, up until Nick said you were
peeking. Now, it all feels good again."
I smiled at her, "Take a shower and come to breakfast with us, OK?"
She smiled and said "Sure!"
I finished my shower and met Maria in the common room and asked her to wait
for Henny, too. We all went to breakfast and the incident was never brought up
again. Nick came and stayed over one other time before Columbus Day. Maria
and I went to a party that night and stayed out until 3 a.m. When we got back, all
as quiet in Hennys room and in the morning, when we got up, Nick was gone and
no one heard a thing, except the walls.
I had not seen Bill since August 31st, the Wednesday before Labor Day. It was
now October 7th and we had our first break for, of all things, Columbus Day. We
had classes on Labor Day and get Columbus Day off. Go figure New York State
schools!
All of the plans Bill and I had made, to get together on weekends from time to
time were dashed by studies and Bills internship with Time, Inc. Using the school
computers he was able to get pieces to edit, and was submitting "Campus Life"
articles, which was a monthly feature, and "Youth in America" articles, a twice
monthly feature. He hadn't been published yet, but felt he was close. He was
excited that the critiquing of his pieces had gotten less and less negative and more
positive. He had one "contributing to" credit in the magazine, and I missed it at
the newsstand. I ferreted it out of the library to make sure I had it to show him
that I had seen it. He was so proud.
The whole week leading up to Friday the 7th I cringed every time the phone rang,
in fear it was Bill canceling again. I know he missed me like crazy. We had phone
sex a couple times, and he told me about all the times he was frustrated and horny,
missing me, jerking off. My about Henny in the Quad got him off as well as
it did me. But we needed the real thing. He called on Thursday night as promised.
I held my breath not wanting to hear a change in plans, but he said,
"I've got a surprise for you!!"
The sound of his voice had me hot, but his words made me hotter.
"I just got off the phone from 3 phone calls. Number one, I talked to your
and Dad and said I was going to bring you home for the weekend, and they need
not bother coming for you. I will deliver you early Saturday afternoon. I spoke to
my and Dad and told them to expect me Saturday afternoon. Then I also
spoke to a real nice hotel in Syracuse and told them that we would be arriving in
the early evening on Friday for a nice stay in their honeymoon suite, and would be
returning on Monday night in a regular room with a king size bed. Since your first
class isn't until 11:00 on Monday, and mine isn't until noon, we can leave at 7 on
Monday and get you to school in plenty of time, and I can do the same. But, that's
2 whole nights alone, just you and me. What do you think?"
"Oh Bill, I have my hands in my pants already. I NEED you so bad right now. We
can never go this long again. It's not just the sex; it's just seeing YOU. God, I
need to hold you! (I was starting to cry) I need to hear your voice, to feel your
skin against mine, and then, IT'S THE SEX!! But I don't want anyone but you.
Ever since I saw Henny in the Quad with her boyfriend, I have ached for you," I
said.
Bill paused at my words and said, "I thought you made that up, just to get
me hot and we could do it on the phone together!".
"No, I couldn't make something like that up. It happened!! It made you as hot as
it did me. We did it on the phone when I was telling you; imagine what I was
doing when I watched them. But, I need you now. You can take me now, Bill. I
don't want to wait till we are married." I admitted.
"Carree, think about what you're saying. You know I would love to be inside you,
inside your pussy, making you happy, making me happy. But, we've waited this
long, let's keep waiting making it as special as it should be. Plus, you never know
the consequences. I got a note from Jerry Bennett, and Julie is pregnant. He wants
your email, but I told him we would see him this weekend. Julie's prep school
may not let her carry to term at school. The only thing saving her is that she's a
second year student. But, she still may have to leave before the semester finishes.
They are screwed," Bill said.
Bills words grounded me, and took me out of my horny little dream. Jerry Bennett
was my oldest pal in school. Julie was a year and went to a 2 year Prep
school to get ready for a Law degree. What would happen to her plans now, . .
their plans now? I didn't know Julie all that well, but I knew Jerry was playing in
his band almost every weekend to help save money for his own college. He
confided that they would get after his fourth year and then work while she
got her Masters. All their plans were shot to shit, unless she did something about
the baby, and I doubted Jerry would let that happen. I left Bill with a long pause
on the phone.
"Oh shit, Bill. That's awful. In the paper sent me about the Columbus Day
Parade, Jerry's band is playing at The Aud on Sunday. I'm looking forward to
hearing them and seeing him. Damn, this can't be true, can it? I asked.
"That's what he told me Tuesday night and in my mind, I was so proud, that we
had been so good, Care. We don't have to do it to make love. God, you know I
want to. But this one is hitting home. I wasn't even going to tell you until we were
home. Come on, let's be the hot virgins, we know we can make each other hot
and happy." Bill told me.
"Oh, I know you're right, and now I really know you're right. I probably would
have changed my mind anyway," I said.
"Yeah, you big tease!" Bill kidded, always finding away to make me smile.
"Let's cut this call short and save some bucks, and I'll see you after your last class
on Friday, 3:20 right? Be packed and ready to go! I love you, madly" Bill said.
"Oh, I love you even "madly-er". Take THAT you English Lit major. Work on
putting fuck in the dictionary, I expect to use it a lot times on Friday night, OK?
Yes, 3:20 is the end of my last class. Follow the signs to Hall Hall. I'll be looking
for you," I finished.
"Goodbye, my sweet," he said as he hung the phone up.
I went to bed that night knowing that the next night I would be wrapped around
Bill, feeling him, tasting him, him tasting me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to fool
with the butt-sex, it would be nice, but you always run the risk of being sore or
uncomfortable the next day. So far, I had been pretty lucky. Bill had packed the
toys with his stuff when we left. I insisted he take them, I didn't want to be
tempted to use them on myself when I was alone. If he brought them tomorrow, I
guess it would be that he wanted to get in me, uhh . . . Back there. We have to
come up with a sexier name that anal sex, butt-sex or up the ass. Those names all
sound so dirty and tawdry. It can be so beautiful. Yes, it is messy to prepare and
can have some embarrassing consequences, but we have mostly followed all the
rules and not had a problem when we did it. The one time we didn't follow the
rules, we paid with, as Bill called it, unpleasantness. As long as I was with Bill, it
made no difference. I could just hug him and hold him and I'm sure I would
orgasm and float through the weekend. Every person should feel this much love at
least once in his or her lives.
My alarm was set an hour early so I could have time to pack in the morning. Nick
was coming to get Henny and Maria's Jack was flying into Syracuse and driving
up to spend the long weekend in our dorm. If we timed it right, and it would be
close, everyone would meet everyone by 3:30 tomorrow. Faces would go with all
the names we had used in our conversations with our loves.
I slept like a hibernating bear on Thursday night. My lover was coming to rescue
me.
Friday's classes flew by in a complete turnaround of what I expected. I was sure it
would be the longest day of my life. My English Prof asked my permission for her
to read my paper I had done on Life in New York State. We each had to draw
subjects from a hat and submit composition that would make the reader want to
go out of his way to find additional information on your random subject. When I
got it, I hated it because it seemed so "high school", but she said mine was the
only one that intrigued her and wanted to show examples in my style. As much as
I was proud, I was embarrassed. It really felt like high school. The other 2 classes
I had, a Lit appreciation class that I stumbled into to fill my credits, has turned to
be a great class, and finally my art class. Art is something where I feel I have a bit
of talent, but the prof really knows how to make you feel good about yourself and
brings a lot out of you. I can draw still life pretty well. I don't know where this
will lead me, but I am keeping my major open. Today we mostly talked and
"appreciated" each others work. It was only a couple minutes after 3 when he told
us to bag the day, and enjoy the weekend. I think I did a sprint across campus to
get to Hall Hall. (If your name was Hall, shouldn't you be exempt from having
them name a Hall after you. It's like Street Street)
I couldn't wait to get in my room, change into clean clothes and move my stuff
outside to wait for Bill. I opened the door to the common room and there sat
Maria, and I assume her friend Jack, Henny and Nick, and in the corner, BILL.
I looked at everyone as an unending smile crossed my face. I looked again at Bill,
and without a word ran and jumped in his arms. I never held him so tight as I did
then. I never knew how much I missed him. To hold him, smell him, feel the
warmth from his body.
"On my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, I missed you!!" I whispered in his ear so
low only he could hear. I was crying, and I would not let go. How a could
have that effect on me was beyond my wildest dream. His gripped hug across my
back loosened, but I would not relent. I waited so long for this.
"Carree, I'm here, you're here, and everything is perfect. I'm not going anywhere.
Introduce me to your friends" Bill whispered to me.
I let Bill go, and I realized I was all wet-eyed and faced, embarrassed I had
made a scene, but I really didn't care.
"I'm sorry, everyone. You probably already know, this is Bill, and I really love
him a lot. This is Maria, and I assume John, Henny, and Nick" I said.
Maria and John stood up and Maria said "Carree, this is John, but we always use
Jack. When I talk about him if he is not around I always say John, I don't know
why, but he's my Jack," Maria said as she hugged him.
I extended my hand and we shook hands. Jack was quite handsome and sort of
rugged looking, maybe an athlete. He and Maria looked like the cover of a fitness
magazine.
Henny stood up and hugged Maria and then me. "It is so great to finally meet the
guys you have been talking about these first couple months up here in God's
country. I'm the only one to have a visitor here so far and I was beginning to
wonder if Jack and Bill existed," Henny chuckled.
Dreamboat Nick stood up and said "I knew as pretty as the both of you had
to have boyfriends, no matter what Henny says. Hey, I hate to be the party spoiler
here, but Hen, we should get rolling. Your said she would hold dinner till 7
o'clock unless she heard otherwise. If we leave now, we should make it OK."
"Nick doesn't get home cooked meals at his frat, so my is it for him" Henny
said. "Umm, Nicks up and his moved away, and his Dad lives
at the VA home, he's got big time medical problems. It's a long story."
I had wondered why if Nick was "home", he lived in the frat, I guess that
explained it all. I'm sure Henny would let more of his out as we got to know
each other. But, for now, Bill was anxious to get a move on too.
"Yeah, babydoll, let's get your stuff out to the car and we can head out too. It was
nice to meet each of you; I think I've heard all the stories. Carree likes to fill me
in." Bill said.
I think each couple wanted to get out and be alone with each other. There was a
tension that can only be broken when you finally get alone. With Henny and Nick,
it was hard to tell which one of them was the one who wouldn't admit to really
being in love with the other, while both denied it. There were times when Henny
acted the part, and other times Nick. They were a good couple and I hoped they
both admitted their love to each other. They couldn't be just friends. No way.
I imagine Maria and John, . . .er Jack, were going to be spending the bulk of time
in the room after we left. They wouldn't be together again until Christmas, for
sure.
Bill and I piled each other up with my things and we trekked to his car. I don't
think I shut up for the next ten minutes, telling Bill how much I missed him and
what I had done that day. Nervous energy had to be expended if I was going to
have to sit in the car for a little over 2 hours to Syracuse. Once the car was loaded
and I got in the front seat, I scooted over and hugged Bill again and kissed him
over and over. I didn't want to neck, because I would have to have him right here,
and I wanted to wait until we got situated in our room. Bill finally got me to move
over so he had room to drive the unfamiliar road. We talked about everything in
our lives for the whole 2 hours and that made the time go by in a whisper.
We were just pulling to a stop in the Hotel parking lot when I cuddled up to Bill
and asked him, "Did you bring our toys. Do you want to get that frisky, doing it in
my . . . umm "back there," or are we going be tame this time and just love each
other here?" I said kissing his lips.
"I have a little preparation kit for anal, if you want to use it, Carree." Bill said as
he sat back. He turned in the seat and hugged and squeezed me. "I want so much
to be inside of you Carree. But, only if you feel OK and everything is right.
Believe me, just holding you all night would be enough. I love you so much."
Bill hadn't shown a lot of emotion ever since I first saw him back at the dorm. I
knew he had something on his mind, and I feared it was school or internship
related. I didn't want something weighing on his mind. He finally spilled.
"Ever since you said you wanted to give it up for us last night on the phone, I've
thought about being inside you Care. I know, and you know that can't happen yet.
The risks are too great. I think the fact we put so much emphasis on it makes it
harder to ignore. But, I love you so much, I just want to do it as much as you. This
other way, this way seems so nasty . . . I don't know. So, . . . dear God I can't
even think of a word. But, when we actually do it, it is so beautiful. I'm just afraid
that when we do it, that you . . .you think."
"Bill stop!" I interrupted. "I go through the same things with it, but it is right for
us, and I do want it to, and I don't think anything bad about you or us when it
happens. God, we've spent too much time away from each other, I think. We used
to talk about these things so free and easy. Even alone in my bed last night,
thinking about our possibilities this weekend, I struggled with this same thing.
Remember, whatever we do, as long as we both go along, is OK. We talk, we
communicate. We need to get back into our own little world. Remember we have
seen each other almost everyday for the past, what, 8 years? Now, for the past 3
years we have become real intimate lovers, and again, seeing each other almost
everyday. Except now, we are ONE, Bill. That hasn't changed." I implored to
him.
"No, Carree, that hasn't changed, we ARE one. I guess I let too much of the world
into my life in the past few months. I have to let go of some of that and make
more room for you. Anything we do is right, baby. As long as we are together,
that's all that counts. I'm already beginning to think like we did last summer at
the Six Flags Marriott. What an incredible time that was. No could
experience that much love with any woman, except you Carree." Bill finished as
he leant over and kissed me, hot and deep.
"Come on, I want to show you off, lets go check in together, Mrs. Wilson." Bill
said so proudly.
"Right behind you Mr. Wilson," I said as I slid out Bills door right behind him.
We could be so serious, so silly, or so sexy all in a minute's time. As we strutted
into the lobby of the Hotel I felt eyes looking at us, and I knew they were all
envious of the obvious love we shared, arm and arm, giggling and laughing. From
the corner of my eye it seemed every shard of light caught in my ring and sent a
glitter off of us. I was so proud to be with my Bill.
We checked in and made a wake up call, or actually a do not disturb call, for one
o'clock. That was the latest we wanted to leave, so he made sure the maid service
knew to do our room as one of the last. We went to the car and got our things. I
forgot to pack a one-night bag like Bill did, so I had to bring both my bags up.
Bill said he better get a good tip for the extra work. I told him not to worry; he
would be tipped just fine. Ha Ha.
To get to the suites, you had to ride an escalator to the concourse and then take a
special elevator that only went to the top floor of the building. When the door
finally opened on the elevator we only saw four doors for the whole floor. Bill
thought some of suites or penthouses on the floor below must have had lofts that
took up space on our floor. When he opened the door to our suite, we saw it was
huge, no matter what. It was more opulent than the last place we had. There was
champagne cooling in a bucket (I guess the drinking laws don't pertain to
newlyweds in honeymoon suites. By reserving as Mr. and Mrs., they must assume
you are of legal age), a huge bath boudoir, 3 bedrooms, one a large round bed
with a mirror, a four poster with canopy and, of course a waterbed. It included a
decent size kitchen and bar. We hadn't finished our own little tour when a knock
came to the door.
Upon opening the door a waiter wheeled in a cart with shrimp cocktails, and
various little hot and cold snacks.
"Compliments of the management, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. Our best wishes." Said
the waiter.
Bill tipped him and turned to me, a little red-faced. "I guess I told them we just
got when I made the reservations. Uhh, pretty cool, right?"
"Yeah, pretty cool lover boy. If a violinist shows up, mid orgasm, to play the
anniversary waltz, I'm outta here," I joked.
"Let me lock and chain the door and we can make our night a "clothing optional"
affair. How does that sound?" Bill said.
I crossed my hands and grabbed the bottom of my sweater and whisked it over my
head. I think I gave him an answer for his question.
Bill turned from the door and saw me in my bra and slacks and smiled. He came
up to me and kissed me lightly on the lips and turned me around, wrapping his
arms just under my breasts.
"Oh, how I've waited to hold you, Carree," he said as he found the front snap on
my brassiere and let my free. His crossed hands slid up, held and fondled
them. His voice was breaking as he whispered to me. "Carree, you are the most
beautiful woman on earth and I thank God everyday for bringing you to me. But, I
have missed you so, so much." His hug intensified as I brought my head back to
lie on his shoulder and let him hug me tighter.
"Shhh, Bill. No words." I said. "None are needed. Your touch, your body against
mine is all I need to know how you feel. Lets get out of our clothes and take a
shower and wash, touch, and taste each other. Does that sound good?" I asked.
Bills hand fell to the snap of my slacks and he slid his hand down over my
stomach to the very top of my vagina. As he tongued my neck he touched my clit.
"You better stop me now," Bill said, "Otherwise we'll be on the carpet here in a
second."
"Don't think that doesn't sound good either," I said as I pulled away from him.
"But, I'd rather be on the shower floor where we can slide round without carpet
burns" I said while swishing my hips towards the bath boudoir. Bill was close
behind.
The bath was huge with many lights and mirrors strategically placed around the
room. There were 2 make -up tables, like you would see back-stage at a theatre,
with the little round lights around them, and a long counter that ran 12 feet or
better. It had little set-ups of soaps and towels, make-up, wipes and tissues, and at
the end, a long roll of a plastic wrap with netting in it. It was a gown saver. It
explained how to roll it out on this counter and how to lay your wedding gown
into it, and wrap it. I closed my eyes and dreamed of the day. Bill caught my little
daydream and kissed the back of my neck.
"Penny for your thoughts" he said.
"Ask me to marry you everyday, OK? I love how great I feel when I keep saying
yes," I told him. He laughed. His smile and his eyes were all I needed to know
that I was asked again.
I reached out and started to unbutton his shirt, but he stepped away.
"Let me watch you finish while you watch me," he said while his eyes glued to
my body, and mine to his. We stripped off each piece of clothing and then stood
before each other at about 6 feet or so apart. He motioned for me to twirl, and I
did.
"You have got the most beautiful bottom, most gorgeous ass, in the universe. I
could stand here and without touching myself, just looking at it" he said.
"Penny for YOUR thoughts," I said giggling as I looked at his erect penis, the
skin already retracted back past the beautiful head. I wanted it in my mouth right
then, but promised myself to restrain until we got into the shower.
Bill took my hand and walked me to the shower, and what a huge shower it was.
Three shower heads in a round glass and mirror cylinder. Bill went in and turned
on 2 of the heads and then extended a hand to me. There were pull bars and
handles on the walls that I was sure weren't there for the handicapped. We
hugged under the flow of one of the showers.
"Three shower heads," I said. "Is this going to make me extra clean?"
"I only put on two of them, I want you to be a little dirty," Bill said with a grin.
"You are a nasty man," I said, "and I wouldn't want you any other way."
I pushed Bill back so his head went into the spray and he got his hair wet, and he
pulled me under too. We hugged and danced around under the water of the 2
sprays. Finally I saw the soap dish and grabbed a bar and unwrapped it. I began to
soap Bills chest. Once it was good and sudsy, I hugged my to him and
backed away. He then used the suds to wash me. This was going to be fun. It
didn't take long before we got to genitals and buttholes, and that certainly made
things interesting. I took the shampoo sample and poured some onto Bills hand,
and he to mine. We lathered each other's hair until the soap began to run into our
eyes. Then we washed our own hair in earnest so we could move on. We each
took a shower spray for rinsing and Bill was done before me. He wasted no time. I
felt a hand come up between my legs and a long finger go right up my pussy. I
wanted to duck away from the sexual rush I felt, but I was still rinsing soap. His
finger went right up behind my clit, and I know he wanted to hit my special spot.
Once the soap was gone I was able to open my eyes and see he was kneeling
down behind me and his hand was palm forward with the pad of his middle finger
right behind my button. He used his other hand on my back to show me to bend
over. As soon as I did his tongue was at my butthole and I was breaths
trying to allay the too good, too soon feelings.
Just as my breath became caught in my throat, Bill stopped his fingering and put
his arms around my hips and pulled me back off my feet right on top of him. Here
both sprays were hitting us and he maneuvered around so his face was right under
my in a 69 position. He didn't need an invitation to assault my from
top to bottom with his tongue. While my back was arched in ecstasy, I knew what
he had for me below. There was the beautiful penis I had missed for the past
couple months. Although I am no deep throater, I wedged as much as I could into
my mouth and to the breach of my throat, just to where I had to fight the gag, and
then I it right to the tip. As he lapped and tried to get his tongue into my
pussy, I tried to polish the head of that tasty cock with my tongue. He snaked his
left thumb behind my clit and attacked my with his tongue. I would have to
give up his cock in a moment to make sure I didn't bite him during my orgasm.
"Ughhh, Urghhh, Urghhh" I grunted while I stroked his cock, my orgasm hitting
hard, but then Bill relented. He licked the length of my again and kissed my
little butt, then asked me to hold on while he rolled over.
Now he was on top and had more control. He dove right into my and then
slid a finger at the top of my slot behind my clit, leaving enough room for his
tongue. I put his cock into my mouth and before I could start to move on him he
began gentle thrusting. I was being fingered, licked and mouth fucked at the same
time. I wasn't going to last long.
My G-spot orgasms really knock me out and I squirt pretty well when they are
intense. I thought these were going to be extra intense, I was almost afraid of
passing out, as I had done before. I climbed the ladder on this big O very fast and
lingered at the top ready to dive off for a count of 5 or 10. I was without breath or
even a grunt for that moment, then . . .URGHHHHHHHH. I felt the blood run
from my head and I thought I was going to pass out but I forced my lungs full
again through my nose and around the cock in my mouth. Bills gentle thrusting
never wavered a bit and made sure he was not choking me or forcing himself
down my throat. My orgasm was his goal and he was right to the task. I was sure
he could coax a few more from me, but I wanted him to get his.
Before I could take control of him though, he drilled once again into my
clit and pushed from behind it to get my spot.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, I thought to myself and then,
"URGHHHHHHHH." I came with a vengeance again, and this time with a long
hard squirt that must have caught Bill right in the face. Playing in the spray of the
shower, he must have barely felt it, but he must have tasted it. I knew one more
would send me to black out; I had to roll from under him.
My move from under him was a violent one, but drastic times require drastic
measures.
"Oh God Bill, are you trying to KILL me? That was so awesome, but you're
going to make me pass out," I said as I panted like I had just ran 4 miles.
Bill was puffing too as he had stayed in position on his knees and elbow as if I
were still under him in the spray. He sat back on his knees and haunches and
grinned at me. "I had to make sure you had the orgasm you've wanted for the past
2 months, didn't I? Was it worth the wait?"
"Oooo you could add up all the cums I had at school together, alone in bed
thinking about you, and they wouldn't equal that one. But I don't want to wait
that long again," I said as I crawled on just my elbows in the spray until
I was looking straight into his genitals. His low hanging balls and erect cock were
right in front of my face. I pushed myself up a little on my elbows to get an angle
to sink his cock into my mouth. I dropped my head over it and moved my jaw up
and down, taking about 3 or 4 inches in and out with a steady rhythm. I could
have done little things to make this sexier, I thought about licking at his sack and
tickling the underside of his cock head with my tongue tip. But, I was selfish; I
wanted his in my mouth and belly, now.
I don't think I made more than 10 or 15 pumps with my mouth before he began to
lose control and coo at me.
"Carree, Carree, I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum, Oooo, Oooo, Ohhh,
hut Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Ahhh."
My mouth filled with a watery shot and then pulse after pulse of semen. I kept
swallowing to avoid choking as at least 3 shots hit the back of my throat. It seems
I can never get ready for those. Then he continued to pulse into my mouth as
I swallowed. It seemed like 5 minutes I at the head of his cock, although I
know it was probably just 15 or 20 seconds. He was shuddering and I knew he
would have to push me away. He was already all chicken skinned. I pushed as
much of his softening penis into my mouth as I could and formed a tight O for the
trip back up. It slipped from my mouth with a loud kiss and a final pulse of
to my tongue and lips. I don't love the taste, but it is definitely Bill, and I love
swallowing him like that. It's my love communion. To know I brought him off
with my mouth, in my mouth, is so personal, so sexy. I'll never grow tired of this
act. Can anything be more personal than mouth to genital sex for either of us?
I sat back on my haunches in a mirror image of he. I smiled at him, and he at me.
"God, I miss you," we said in unison and he knee walked to me and crushed his
face to mine tasting the drops of semen left on my lips as we kissed. Our kiss was
long and deep as we held each other. Finally it was becoming apparent that the
water had lost its warmness and we broke the kiss for Bill to get up and turn off
the sprays.
"I hope this room has its own hot water tank. If not, my apologies to the rest of
the guests." Then he laughed uncontrollably at his feeble joke. I laughed too, but
at him more than anything.
We got out of the shower module and began drying off as Bill searched for robes.
"These places always have those big oversized terry robes," he said as he opened
a mirrored pantry. "And here they are!" he said as he pulled one from its hanger.
"For you milady", he said as he opened it and held it for me. Then he slipped into
the other and we went arm and arm into the living room. The city skyline was
more pronounced now that the sun was almost down and as we stepped up to look
at it, we saw there was a Jacuzzi in the floor where you stepped up to the terrace
to see the view. We hadn't got that far in our uncontrolled horny state earlier.
"Even this dumpy city is pretty when you're with the one you love and looking
over it like this," Bill said.
I just held Bill tighter to show my agreement.
"How about shrimp and champagne, Care? Sound good?" Bill said.
"Sounds wonderful, can we do them in the Jacuzzi?" I suggested.
"Why not?" he said as he left my side to go and prepare our opulent feast.
I found the controls on the Jacuzzi tub and got it going. It was amazingly quiet
after all of the outdoor models I had heard. This was going to be really nice. I
knelt to feel the jets, and the water coming out was warm and although the
standing water was not what you would call cold, the whole tub would be quite
warm in no time. I found a defoamer, added that and watched the swirling water.
As Bill began to walk from the bar area with a tray, I dropped my robe and
stepped down the steps of the tub to pick my corner.
"How am I supposed to keep my mind on anything when you drop your robe,
Carree?" Bill said as he stopped in his tracks to watch me descend into the tub.
"Do you mean that you're going to spend the rest of your life with a hard-on if I
walk around nude?" I asked.
"Carree, frigging statues will have hard-ons if you walk around nude." Bill said.
"You fail to realize that you have a perfect body, one that Playboy and Penthouse
magazines would drool to have in its pages. It's not that I view you as just an
object, but I guess I just can't believe that you're going to be my AND
you're so beautiful." Bill added.
Bills words flattered me and made me blush. I rarely dressed to show off my
body, although I knew it was in good shape. Later on in life I would find I easily
could make money modeling bathing suits, but I would never consider nude
sittings. All of my photos have been shot outside, on location, to be true to the
resorts and agencies I write for, and only for those agencies and resorts.
Bill set the tray down beside the tub on a lip specifically made for such things. He
picked up the bottle and popped the cork and began to pour into the flutes he had
put on the tray. He stood and was just about to drop his robe when he winked at
me and ran to our room. He came back with our little blue anal toy and a tube of
colored gel. He smiled at me and said, "Just in case we get so inclined for a little
play."
"Geez Bill," I said, "we should have done the rest of the prep things before we
came out here and had food and drinks."
That wiped the smile off his face. I was sorry I had said something, I could have
just let things progress along, although we would have to stop somewhere along
the line, and I would rather not do it after eating.
"Oh Shit, you're right. Lets just forget about it for tonight, we can catch up to it in
the morning or when we come back. I don't want to ruin this moment" Bill said, a
little dejected but not totally bummed.
"No, Bill. I really was looking forward to being extra naughty and having you
stuffed up inside me. It's been 2 months since I saw you and even longer since we
did this. Lets cut our losses. Put the shrimp back in the fridge, put the hot things in
the oven and lets bring the wine you poured into the boudoir." I suggested.
"Damn, I was going to skip the hot things so we could be together faster. I'll put
them in the oven on real low, and leave the champagne in the ice bucket" he said.
"See," I said as I was getting out of the Jacuzzi, "we can make it work. I'll make
you smile again, you pouty little brat."
"Pouty little brat? I don't think I would be calling the person who's going to be
putting things up your butt any names right away, missy! Remember I was the
one who was willing to wait." Bill whined.
"I saw that look on your face." I said as he handed me a towel. "It was a pout!
. . . and you wouldn't really do anything to my cute little butt would you?" I
said with a naughty smile.
"Never, I love that butt," he said as he gave it a playful crack. "Well, I might give
it a little spanking."
I turned my bottom away from him and pulled my robe up over my shoulders.
"Forget about that, you dirty boy. I'm not into spankings," I said as I
picked up my bubbly and headed to the bath boudoir.
Bill came in right behind me and went to a bag he had on the counter. He pulled
out 2 Fleet enema bottles and a spare tube of lube gel. He also bought some baby-
wipes that I had mentioned the last time might be nice to have. He's so damn
thoughtful.
Bill crooked his finger and motioned me over to the counter. As I got there I told
him that this was the part I hated and I just wanted to get it over with.
"It doesn't have to be so bad" he said as he slipped my robe off my shoulders and
spread it on the counter.
I went to bend over it and he said to sit instead. He shucked off his robe and sat
beside me and handed me my champagne back. He held up his glass and said,
"Cheers! To my wife, who I love more than anything."
We sipped our wine and smooched like a couple nervous kids on a first date.
He definitely had me relaxing, and on the empty stomach, my wine was going
right to my head, one of the things I loved about champagne.
"You wouldn't want to wait until Monday night anyway Billy, there won't be a
bidet in a regular room, and I like the bidet. It makes me feel cleaner," I said.
"You called me Billy. Are you just being cute or are the bubbles hitting the gray
matter?" he asked.
"I'm always cute Bill, so it must have been the bubbles," I said with a giggle.
I hopped down from the counter and got in front of Bill spreading his legs to stand
in between them. He was already getting hard again. I put my head to his chest,
hugging him.
"I love you Bill. Someday I want to give you myself, my vagina, my pussy, no
matter how you want to say it, to have and make love to, and I can love you back
and maybe even have a family. Until then we have this. I need you inside me.
Let's start." I said as I gave him one more squeeze and then a kiss right on his
chin. There was a little step stool under the counter and I pulled it out, stood on it
and bent over the counter with my butt in the air. I heard Bill fiddle with the
packaging.
"OK baby, Ohhhh you have such a cute ass, . . . . a little cool gel coming babe"
he said as I spiked up a little as the coolness hit my most private place. He didn't
play or poke, he just laid on a dollop of gel. A second later, I felt the tip of the
little enema bottle, with more gel on it, go inside me. The thin tip was not much of
an intrusion, but it did burn a little at first.
"It's OK baby" I said giving Bill the go ahead.
Bill squeezed the bottle gently and I felt the water enter me, and after about half
was in, he squeezed hard to empty it. I groaned, but was glad to have it over. He
slid the tip from me and I stood up on the step stool.
"Pour me a little more champagne and put 5 minutes on the timer," I said.
There was an infrared light timer on the wall beside the shower and he set that.
He then took my glass and went to the bar to check on the hot food and pour me a
little more. I sat back up on the counter and turned to let my legs walk up the wall.
I don't know if being upside down help the Fleet work, but I wanted it to be
thorough. By the time Bill came back I was just turning back upright.
"Here" he said as he handed me the flute, "lets take a quick tour of the rest of the
suite" as he offered his arm. We were quiet and said little as we looked in each
bedroom. He asked me where I wanted to sleep that night, but my mind was
beginning to be consumed by keeping the fluid in me.
"Ask me later, I'm trying to concentrate on other things right now, and we better
get back in here," I said as I turned him towards the boudoir again. Just as we
went into the bath we heard the timer stop and the lights go out. I eased over to
the and sat down.
"This is so embarrassing Bill" I said as I let go. He just stood beside me and
stroked my hair.
"Don't be embarrassed," he comforted me. "I would be embarrassed if you were
hiding in here alone doing it. We are together for the rest of our lives. This is
nothing."
I flushed the john, pointed my finger to the bidet and he took my elbow to lead
me. He went to get the second bottle ready as I ministered to myself.
Half done, Bill had made it a lot easier and more pleasant. I never would have
thought I would allow anyone, even Bill, be with me while I did THAT. But I
guess this is different. I dried myself a little, careful not to rub too much, and went
back over to the step stool and took my position. Bill reached around me and
hugged, kissing my back and giving my nipples a little tweak.
"I love you Carree. You look like a lamb going to slaughter. This is your idea,
honey. We can stop." Bill said in his gentle reassuring voice.
"NOOOO, I WANT to do it, it's just getting this part over with. No matter if you
are here or not, it's embarrassing, but you DO make it easier. In less than 10
minutes we'll be out in the Jacuzzi and all of this will be behind us. Can I get
more champagne?" I said, very matter of fact-ly to Bill.
"No more wine, until we eat, OK, Care. All right, more cool gel." He said
applying a little more to my pucker. Now, here comes again, baby," Bill said as
he began to insert and squeeze the second bottle.
The second bottle went in quick and I was up in a second. I asked Bill to bring me
to the kitchen and see what there was to eat right away. I didn't want him to think
I was bitchy, but I had drunk too much wine, but not that much. A few bites of
food and I knew I would be OK.
I found a couple pieces of garlic toast. I washed my hands in the kitchen sink, and
then gobbled them down. Almost instantly I felt better. I just needed something in
my tummy to soak up the alcohol, plus, I feel silly saying it but, Bill did an
awful lot earlier. Just his orgasm, and the wine in my stomach, made me a little
uncomfortable. Once the bread was in me I instantly felt better. I saw a small egg
roll on the platter in the oven and grabbed that too. I ate that and washed
everything down with a little water. I told Bill I felt 100 percent better and he
motioned me back into the bath boudoir. He said it had been 5 minutes already.
I didn't feel any urgency yet, so I wanted to get upside down if I had the chance.
While Bill told me how unnecessary it was, I hopped up on the counter and spun
and walked my feet up the mirror until I was inverted. The urgency, there it was!!
After just a few seconds being inverted, I was ready to expel the second bottle and
get into the Jacuzzi. Bill helped me down from the counter and helped me sit. He
stroked my hair, as before, while I expelled the fluid and flushed. Bill asked if I
was ready and offered his arm to lead me to the bidet. He was such a sweetheart
to me. He brought me the baby wipes and said he would see me in the tub.
I looked forward to the relaxing waters of the Jacuzzi, and to being ravished by
Bill. Despite the embarrassment and discomfort of the prep for anal sex, it was
still our next best alternative, and I did find it quite enjoyable and fulfilling.
When I came out of the bath Bill was waiting with fresh pours of bubbly and a
tray of cool shrimp and more hot snacks. I dropped my robe and went right down
the steps into the bath and sat in front of the food. Bill joined me and we ate what
we would call our dinner.
The conversation was light, and mostly about being someday and the
changes that even nights like this would go through. Would we bother with all
this, if we could have regular sex? Would we still get honeymoon suites when we
stayed at hotels as real marrieds? If my eyes were as full of wonder as Bills, I'm
sure the excitement of someday being was filling him. Being with that
person you plan to spend your life with was very special. I never felt more loved
than I did at this moment.
We finished eating, and the rest of the champagne as we hugged and kissed. I
settled back into one of the seats and adjusted the jets. Bill sat right next to me
and relaxed. We made small talk for a few minutes about the tub and having our
own one-day. Then I noticed he was at full staff. His beautiful cock was standing
right up as he sat talking to me. I looked him in the eye and then the crotch and
motioned him over. He stood up and his penis was right to my mouth level. I
nibbled and then it right in my mouth. It felt a little cold to my tongue, so I
knew my mouth felt warm to him. He groaned approval. I didn't suck on him
long, I was just trying to tease him a little.
"I really want to feel this inside me" I said as I held it up, just before kissing his
ball sack. Then I stood up and turned and knelt on the seat in the tub. My butt was
just out of the water enough to be taken, once I leaned over the apron of the tub.
I barely had time to think what might happen next when Bills tongue snaked into
my butthole. It felt glorious after the applicators had violated me earlier.
He brought up his hand to cup my shaved mound and he nestled his fingers
around it and his middle finger in the groove with its tip just touching my clit. His
tongue was flicking my butthole and then he would drill it every few seconds. I
guess you call it anal-lingus, and Bill Wilson did it like he invented it.
Finally his tongue left my notch and he was biting and licking my butt cheeks. He
removed his hand from my and he was busy reaching for our blue butt toy
and the lube gel. All the play paused as he opened the lube and he applied a
dollop to my little hole, that he gently pushed in with his finger. I in air at
the intrusion and was about to complain of the intrusion, when it felt REAL good.
He kept just the first knuckle in and turned and rolled it around a little. It escaped
and he reapplied lube and brought it back a little deeper. It was making me real
hot, for sure. He picked up the blue anal butt plug toy that he had placed on my
back and I knew he was lubing it up. The tip was very thin and went in real easy.
I waited for its intrusion. I placed my hands over each other on the apron of the
tub and rested my head on them, waiting for Bill.
The little tip found its way into me. It was soft, but insistent as Bill used about 3
inches in and out of me to about a 1-inch diameter of the toy. He fucked me
gently for a minute or two like this until I knew he was coaxing more into me. He
was hitting resistance from my big muscle, as I called it, (must be my sphincter),
but every two or three pushes it would sneak by a little. The last time it snuck by,
Bill continued to push another 2 inches of the little blue devil butt plug into me
and it was past the big muscle and the end had me dilated about an inch and a half
and I could feel the bulb on my asshole. I knew Bill would pause before he
pushed the bulb past my ring, and he did. He was using more gel around the ring
of my butt to get me ready for the big push. So far this had been pleasurable. Bill
turned the devil in little circles seeming to get ready for the big push and I was
about to encourage him when he did it. The bulb shot past my and I was
full!! It a tiny bit but the sensation of being full was real, real nice.
"Oh God Bill, Oh Baby. That's so nice. Don't touch it. Let it rest a second," I
pleaded with him.
He kissed both cheeks of my ass and brought his tongue to my crack and then
right up my spine, while encircling his arms around me encouraging me to kneel
up, and I did. While I felt full from the toy, his hard penis was almost between my
legs as he kissed my neck and I turned my face to lock my lips with his. The
fullness in my butt and the anticipation of being fucked there had me hot as hell. I
thought I was going to suck his tongue out of his mouth. Our kiss was long and
deep as the dildo was up my butt. Suddenly, I had an urge.
"Sit down Bill, I want to suck your cock. I want it in my mouth. I want to feel
what's going in my ass in a minute. I want it, I want it," I said like a crazed
woman. I just wanted to feel that in my mouth. So full at both ends, it was the
strangest urge, but I wanted it. Bill stood on the seat I had earlier and turned to sit
on the edge of the tub. He wasn't all the way sitting before I was bent and
on him. I wished again that I could deep throat because I really wanted him deep,
but this was fine. I just held him in my mouth. I didn't want to move too much, I
didn't want him to yet. I just had to have the feel. I was naturally nursing that
cock, massaging it with my tongue and I knew I was going to have to give it up. I
could have him dry right there, but we had other plans.
I stood up and took Bills hand and pulled him to his feet and we turned, switching
places while kissing. I broke the kiss, and knelt on the seat. I placed my hands on
the apron as before and rested my head on them. My ass was there for Bill to take.
He moved the devil around a few times and pulled at the flat piece that kept it
from going all the way into me. He pulled the bulb out and I tensed at the shock,
and he pushed it right back into me. I had picked my head off my hands and drew
a breath but was lowering my head again when he repeated it. In-out-in-out until
finally the bulb was gliding to and from my well-stretched hole. I was loving this,
but wanted him in there. Although my eyes were closed I sensed him reaching to
the side of me for the lube to do his penis. He playing with the little blue devil
plug had ceased.
"I'm going to be inside you baby," he said as I felt myself smile and flush.
"Are you ready for me to be inside you?" he said.
"I am soooo ready, Bill. Fuck me good. Make love to me. Fill me with cum. I
want your cock," I said wantonly as I heard the sloppy slick stroking he was doing
to spread the gel on himself.
He took a napkin to wipe his hands and I knew we were close. I felt him pull at
the dildo and it slid past the bulb and as it left me it felt a foot long, though it was
only half that. He rolled it in a towel he had prepared and I felt his penis at the
crevice of my butt. I was ready, as was he. He simple laid it on the opening of my
butt and pushed slowly right up into me, without hesitation, all the way to his
balls.
"Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ahhhhhh," I cooed as I felt the welcome intrusion. I was totally
open and there was no pain at all. My legs were between his, causing my cheeks
to snuggle him a bit, and as he told me later, gave him a great picture. I would
normally have asked him to hold there while I grew accustomed to his size, but
today I needn't. He could have me as he wished. My Bill, my lover was inside me
in my most private intimate place. We were one. We were making love.
He began to move ever so slightly in me and I felt my first orgasm building. I
knew I would have to manage them well or I would be passed out from his
fucking. His little short strokes were building to long plunges already as he began
to get excited.
"Easy Bill" I said. "This isn't a race. I know you're excited but . . . don't make
me lose myself."
Bill slowed down, but kept a steady long stroke in me. My orgasm was building
from deep within me. I just reached back with one hand and touched my clit and I
went off. I bucked, and grunted and groaned, but Bill never stopped pace. Long,
slow, and steady strokes. I was beginning to feel my G-spot tingle. I couldn't let
this one consume me. Easy to say. I was tensing up as this one built. Before I
knew it my palms were face down on the apron of the tub and my elbows were in
the air like I was doing a push up. I was bracing for a big one and it mowed me
down.
"Urghhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhh" I grunted like an and my gushed
fluid. "Urghhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhh" I repeated as I actually tried to free
myself from him. Two more big gushes left my and I was at the edge of
going out. I forced myself to fill my lungs with air. I was not going to pass out!!
Bill sensed I was fighting myself and he stopped on the backstroke leaving just
the fat plum of his penis in me. I drew three huge deep guttural breaths into my
lungs that burned and hurt, but revived me. When I let my arms down and rested
on my hands again Bill threaded his cock back up into my bowels and began to
fuck me again. My began to click off orgasms one after another. Just short
quick jolts that made me jump and vibrate. This was incredible. Then Bill began
to pick the pace up and I knew he could hold back no longer. I pushed back to
him to break my own orgasm string. The quick jolts died off, but a new deep one
was brewing.
Bill could hold off no more as he shouted my name.
"CARREE, I'm cumming inside you, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh,
Ohh, Ohh," he shouted as he slammed into me filling my ass with cum.
I felt one of the spurts but the rest was a blur. I had my own orgasm to deal with
as I clenched fists and crossed my arms underneath me. It was exquisite to have
Bill pulsing inside me as this deep vaginal/anal orgasm hit me, and suddenly it
was over. Bill laid on my back, wasted, his semi hard penis still within my
channel. He was whispering his love and dedication to me, over an over,
blathering on and on. He was clearly in a state, as was I.
I don't know how long we stayed there, but suddenly my knees ached from the
kneeling and Bills weight on me.
"Bill?" I questioned.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" was all he could muster.
"As much as I would love to have you inside me all night, my knees are killing
me" I implored.
Bill took his weight off me and as he stood up, he was light headed and he
staggered, pulling from my bowels. It sounded like a wet kiss. The sudden
emptiness stunned me. I saw a towel set aside and I grabbed it as I knew there was
semen ready to run out of my dilated rectum. I stuffed it between my legs and
staggered up the step to my feet. I bent at the waist holding the towel between my
legs, waiting for the blood to redistribute. Satisfied I could walk, I went to the
bidet and let things run out of me. As I let the bidet rinse me I saw one of the
Fleet bottles on the counter and waddled over to get it. I filled it with warm water
and gave myself a quick inner rinse. I expelled it over the bidet, and used the baby
wipes to freshen myself. The chlorine in the tap water I squeezed into me helped
to tighten me up again so I could walk with confidence and get back into the
Jacuzzi. When I got back there Bill was sitting on the opposite side of where I had
been, on the seat. His eyes were open and his hand was on his penis, rubbing it.
"That was so awesome Care. We are some lovers, huh?" he said in a stare.
I smiled at him and tousled his hair. "You are some lover, Bill. You are a fine
man and my husband in every way. I love you forever." I said as I knelt in the
bottom of the tub and reached for his soft penis. I tugged at it a few times, and
Bill knew what I wanted. He stood up, slowly, and I put that shrunken perfect
cock in my mouth to taste and titillate. I licked and it and took it out.
'That's it. That's what I wanted. Just to let you and him know how much I loved
you both. OK?" I asked.
"There's still some life left in him, if you want to play," Bill said. "Anytime he
goes into your mouth he's going to go to work."
Sure enough it was rising up. The was insatiable. I've heard that
couldn't perform like this when they get older. I better take advantage of it.
"Jerk him off for me Bill, I help you make him one more time" I said with a
renewed lust. God, our sex was great.
Bill stroked his dick and it was as big as ever before I knew it. He stroked it and I
took the head in my mouth and tickled the underside with my tongue. While I
thought it would take him forever to cum, he was a superman. He was telling me
in a couple minutes he was close. I sat back on my haunches in the water and
watched him jerk off.
"Tell me when he's ready Bill, I want it," I said.
He continued stroking and I heard him groan and his breathing quicken. I didn't
wait for his word, I put my mouth over the head and waited. My mouth was
apparently all it took, and he came for me. It was a snotty like semen that I
really hate to swallow, but I was doing this for him, not me. I pushed it as deep as
I could and let it run down my throat. I stopped to gag once, not from cum, but we
hit my reflex. I put it back into my mouth and kept it there until he began to soften
for good. I was so happy and satisfied, as was Bill. He finally pulled from my
mouth.
He smiled down at me.
"Lets rinse off and go to bed," he said a he led me to the shower. Our rinse was
quick and just that, a rinse, except when he lathered his hand and put it on my
shaven vagina.
"Get this spanking clean, I'm eating it before I go to sleep" he said surprising me.
His words gave me a tingle, but nowhere near the tingle he gave me when he did
eat me, quite thoroughly, just a few minutes later. We both fell asleep exhausted
and satisfied.
Early the next morning we sixty-nined again and napped until around 10 o'clock.
We quickly showered and hit the road far earlier than we had expected. We were
AFO, all fucked out.. We were home by noon, Bill delivering me to my as
promised. My said school must agree with me, I was glowing.
Should I tell her that it might not be the school? Nahh!
Our first break from school was not supposed to be 2 months in, and by then we
really missed each other, a lot!! Fortunately we were able to get together more
often during the rest of that school year. While getting honeymoon suites made
some of our escapades real special, and made us realize how special our
relationship was, they were expensive and on our budgets, at the time, more than
we could really afford.
This time was one where Bill really wanted to show how much he missed me and
wanted everything perfect. Gladly, it was!! As much as we liked anal sex, it was
something we saved for special occasions. We didn't want the special-ness of it to
wear off. The one time that we tried it on consecutive days, I had a problem later
that wasn't directly related, but contributed. So we kept it as a special, rare part of
our lovemaking. It definitely kept our vow of avoiding regular intercourse a lot
easier to keep.
We had a great time that Columbus Day Weekend, seeing lots of other friend's,
also home for the long weekend. Our towns Columbus Day Parade is one of the
biggest anywhere, always a big deal, locally. We saw Jerry Bennett's band on
Saturday night and got to talk with he and Julie about their problem. Her
pregnancy was really going to mess up their plans, but they had to deal with it and
had made plans to make everything work out. Later, in her sixth month, Julie
went into labor and lost the baby. She was an undiagnosed diabetic, and that
caused the early labor. She and Jerry did marry 2 years later, while still in school,
and became pregnant right away, this time on purpose. They had a healthy baby
and are doing great.
Bill and I said goodbye to everyone on Monday morning and were off to Syracuse
and spent the day shopping and being alone together in our room. God only
knows how many times we made love to each other, and how many times we just
lay together holding each other. After dinner we finally retired to our room and
spent the night saying goodbye to each other. We got out of town early on
Tuesday and I made my first class without a hitch, as did Bill.
Henny and Maria both had the same glow that I did, so I know their weekends
went as well as mine.
My first year in was definitely the best of all. My memories of that year
will live forever, especially the time I spent with Bill when we would run off to
meet in some hideaway, or he would visit when my roommates would be gone for
a weekend.
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It's been over a year since I lost William, and many days it seems like it happened
yesterday. Many days it is still hard to believe, I think I am going to wake to find
him there with me.
Cherish those close to you because they can be gone in a whisper, and you may
never get the chance to say goodbye.
Thank you all for your kind e-mails and well wishes. Working has made coping
much easier, but I dread going home, as I soon will. When I do, I'll write more. It
really helps to relive and share our stories, remembering how special our life and
love was.
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