AUTHORS NOTE:
If you have not read “For My 40th Birthday”, please do so! This story will thus be so much more understandable and enjoyable for you.
Hi everybody! Jennifer here again. And welcome back to my life. God, I can’t believe it’s been ten years. Well actually, eleven; for it’s been more than a year since the events of the following story took place. Let’s face it: 2020 sucked!
So, where do I begin?
Well, I guess the best place would be where I left off at just after midnight on July 11, 2010. My sexy little fortieth birthday gift, Ashley, had just informed me that this day was in fact her birthday and she was turning nineteen. So, now I had become her birthday gift! And all she wanted from me as her gift was to fall asleep in my arms.
So, we did. But her birthday had only just begun.
*
July 11, 2010
When my eyes opened, I was surprised to find my bedroom filled with daylight. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I saw it was just after seven in the morning. Thus, I had been asleep for seven hours. But it seemed to me to have been more like seven minutes. Regardless, I could not recall the last time I’d experienced such a peaceful slumber or felt more refreshed.
Just then, I heard an adorable little snort and a soft slumberous exhale.
Gently rolling my head on my pillow, my eyes fell upon my gorgeous birthday gift lying beside me. Facing me as she lay on her side, Ashley looked so picturesque and utterly angelic as she slept so soundly. Instantly my heart began to pound, my stomach fluttered, and a luminous smile filled my lips.
So beautiful, so young, so vibrant, so innocent, and so precious. Well, not so innocent anymore.
Moving as gently and silently as was humanly possible as not to disturb my little sleeping beauty, I reached over to my nightstand and picked up my iPhone 3G. Bringing it back around with equal stealth, I opened the camera app and centered Ashley’s angelic face in the frame. Making sure the phone was on silent as I did not want to wake her, I snapped the picture. But the flash was enough on its own to cause Ashley to stir.
Those deep and breathtaking dark doe eyes opened slowly and as they beheld me; a darling little smile filled Ashley’s lips.
“Good morning sweetheart,” I whispered.
“Mmm,” Ashley murmured. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well,” I asked softly.
“Amazing,” she cooed. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m sorry, but I just had to. You looked so peaceful, beautiful, and precious. Like a little angel sleeping on a cloud.”
Ashley murmured a tiny chuckle as she then shifted her body and cuddled up against me, sliding her arm over my stomach.
“And then I woke up in the arms of a gorgeous goddess,” she whispered.
Putting my phone back on the nightstand, I then snuggled down on my side so that we were face to face with the tips of our noses practically touching. Gazing into her deep dark eyes, I was quickly becoming mesmerized.
I tenderly ran my fingertips through her hair and kissed her on the forehead.
“Happy Birthday,” I whispered.
Still staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Ashley softly caressed my cheek and then ran her fingers through my hair.
“The happiest one I’ve ever had.”
“Me too.”
Ashley slid her head closer and pressed her lips to mine. Within seconds, her tongue slithered sensually into my mouth. As our embraces locked firmly and passionately around each other, I felt Ashley’s body weight pushing against me and rolling me onto my back. The next thing I knew that young and buxom naked body was fully atop me. Grinding ever so softly against me, the feeling of that silky soft skin against my own was sheer heaven. Instinctively, my arms slid around her shoulders as my legs locked around her waist.
Soon my hands were gliding slowly up and down Ashley’s bare and symmetrical back, savoring every firm and satiny inch before grazing sensually up until my fingers buried themselves in her silken hair. We were kissing so deeply. Before long, I rolled us gently over, holding Ashley protectively in my arms until my body came to rest atop hers.
As the morning moved toward afternoon, Ashley and I remained in bed. Our bodies never untwined, and our kiss never broke. We caressed, massaged, fondled, and molded each other’s bodies sensually and wantonly. We physically worshipped and treasured one another, yet never uttered a word.
Finally, we drifted off to sleep again.
*
When we awoke the second time that Sunday, it was just after one o’clock in the afternoon. Gazing once again into each other’s eyes, the feeling was mutual and voiced almost immediately:
“I’m hungry!”
Donning one of my silk robes and slipping a second one on Ashley, we made our way to the kitchen where I whipped us up a couple of omelets. Ashley stuck to me like glue, always finding a way to touch me like sliding her arms around my waist as I stood at the stove, all the while telling me how good I felt, how nice I smelled and how warm I was. Occasionally I’d turn and put my arms around her, and we’d kiss. We giggled, we laughed, we chit-chatted and at one point, we even danced.
Once we finished eating, we set our dishes in the sink and Ashley again slid her arms around me and I reciprocated. Holding her in my arms, she rested her head between my breasts and sighed contentedly.
“Wow! Your heart is beating so hard and so fast,” she said.
“Gee, I wonder why?”
Ashley lifted her head and the smile on her face nearly knocked me to the floor, as did the sparkle in her eyes. Cupping her chin in my fingers, I kissed her softly.
“You know what I think sounds wonderful right about now,” I asked.
“Going back to bed?” Ashley chirped.
“A hot bubble bath for two,” I replied.
“Oh yeah,” she yelped with a huge grin.
Returning her dazzling smile, I grabbed her hand and we gleefully dashed to my bedroom and into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, our naked bodies sat immersed in hot, bubble-laden water. The bathtub itself was ringed by burning candles and incense. Ashley was on her knees between my legs facing away from me as I was sensually washing her sexy back with a soft loofah. As we’d both tied our hair up, I marveled at the perfect symmetry of her neck, back and spine. Watching the soapy water cascade down her glistening young flesh had me utterly hypnotized. Leaning forward I pressed my lips between her shoulder blades and gently sipped some of the water off her slick skin.
“Turn around for me baby,” I hissed.
Ashley quickly complied, carefully repositioning herself so that she was facing me, straddling my legs beneath the water, and nestled herself down on my lap. Taking the loofah again, I began washing her gorgeous breasts. My God, they were so perfect. So young, firm and flawlessly round. Her little nipples were hard and erect. Before long, I let the loofah drop into the water and began tenderly molding and massaging her breasts in my hands as she did the same to mine; all the while, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling warmly.
“You’re so beautiful baby,” I murmured.
Sliding my arms around Ashley’s firm and slick torso, we both repositioned ourselves until our pussies pressed firmly against the flesh of the other’s thigh. Slowly, we began to grind firmly against each other. As our rhythm slowly grew faster and more intense, Ashely slid her arms around my neck. We began moving faster and rocking harder; the water began to slosh more as our bodies began to thrash. Moans and wails of sheer ecstasy began to pour out of our mouths as our orgasms began to build simultaneously. Both of us were panting.
“Oh God…Oh fuck…” we both moaned over and over. “Oh yes! Oh, fuck yes! Oh, right there!”
The water was now sloshing and splashing out of the tub in droves. Ashley was rocking vigorously atop me as our fingernails dug deeply into each other’s saturated flesh.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum so hard,” I wailed.
“Oh Jennifer…Oh fuck,” Ashley shrieked. “Oh God!!!”
One of the most intense orgasms of my life washed over me like a tsunami. My heart was about to explode while my lungs were aching for air. I gripped Ashley’s body with incredible force as she reciprocated in kind. My fingernails literally stabbing into her skin as hers were in mine. Then, Ashley’s body went limp, and she slumped down onto me, her head falling onto my shoulder. Both of our chests were heaving briskly as we tried to catch our breath. Exhausted as I was, I managed to slide my arms around Ashley and hold her.
“Oh my God…Oh my God,” Ashley kept moaning. “So amazing.”
“Yes, it was,” I exhaled.
“No, I meant you. You’re so amazing,” she muttered through gasping breaths.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself baby girl,” I replied.
With that, Ashley squirmed up and crushed her mouth to mine. We kissed long and deep as my hands caressed her back. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
Eventually the water in the tub went cold. Ashley and I climbed out, dried off and redonned our robes. By now it was after four o’clock in the afternoon and we were both hungry again, so I ordered us a pizza. When it arrived, we plopped down on the sofa in the living room to eat and watch a movie. We ended up watching two movies and Ashley cuddled in my arms the entire time. She held me so snuggly and periodically pelted me with soft, sweet kisses.
By the time the second movie finished, it was after eight o’clock. I shut the TV off and Ashley almost immediately straddled my lap. Sliding her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her torso, we again stared into each other’s eyes. Ashley then leaned in and kissed me.
“It’s getting late,” I said. “And it’s Sunday. I have to go back to work in the morning.”
“Then I guess it’s time for bed,” Ashley replied with a seductive smile and began undoing the belt of my robe.
“What are you doing,” I asked with a little giggle.
“It’s still my birthday you know,” she replied and was now opening my robe. “So, I’m unwrapping my birthday present.”
“Oh, such a spoiled little brat,” I said playfully.
“Yup,” she retorted sarcastically. “I sure am.”
We kissed again.
“Seriously though honey,” I said breaking out of our kiss. “Aren’t your parents going to be worried about you?”
“No. I don’t live with my parents anymore,” Ashley replied. “I moved out right after graduation last month. I share an apartment with Whitney and Heather; you know, the two girls I was with last night at CiCi’s.”
“Oh, I see,” I offered thoughtfully. “Well then, I guess there’s no need to get you home just yet. I doubt your roommates are terribly concerned as to your whereabouts.”
“They’re not.”
“And besides, I do have another little gift for you.”
“You’re all the gift I need,” she told me, and kissed me again.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m a part of this gift too.”
“Then gift away.”
We returned to my bedroom where I had Ashley slip out of her robe and stretch out on my bed. I instructed her to pleasure herself as I relit all the candles and incense around my bedroom. Ashley never took her eyes off me as she lay upon my bed pleasuring herself so sexily. When all the candles were relit, my bedroom again took on a soft, shadowy romantic glow while the scent of the incense began to take its intoxicating effect.
“I’ll be right back,” I cooed. “Have to prepare your gift.”
I then stepped into the bathroom. Slipping off my robe, I carefully stepped into the leather harnesses of an anatomically correct, seven-inch strap-on complete with bulbous head and vein-laced shaft. I firmly secured the straps around my waist and between my legs and then slipped my robe back on and returned to my bedroom. I flipped on the stereo and called up my programmed favorites of Kamasutra music. Turning at last to face Ashley, I slowly slipped off my robe and let it fall to the floor.
Ashley’s eyes bulged as she beheld “my cock.”
As I strolled seductively to the foot of the bed, Ashley stopped pleasuring herself and sat up straight. The look on her face was the most adorable look I’d seen on it yet. A combination of fear, anticipation, desire, confusion, and wonder. She raised her fingers to her lips as she looked innocently up at me.
“You’re going to…to,” Ashley managed to studder.
I crawled onto the mattress and cupped her face.
“It’s okay baby,” I whispered. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
“I’ve never…” she mumbled.
“I know,” I replied gently. “I just thought that after all we’ve experienced together that you’d like to try this.”
“If we did,” Ashley began. “I guess it means that you would officially become my first time.”
“Yes, it would.”
Ashley was quiet for a long moment. Then slowly, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock and began to stroke it. Her face filled with a seductive and mischievous grin.
“Can I suck it first?”
I returned her grin with one of my own.
“Certainly. It should be lubricated before it goes inside you anyway.”
Ashley quickly stretched out on her stomach in front of me as I raised up slightly on my knees and pointed my cock at her face. Grabbing the shaft once again, Ashley jammed the bulbous head into her mouth.
“Slowly baby,” I instructed. “Take your time. Savor it.”
Ashley took a breath, closed her eyes, and slowly slid her mouth around the head. A soft moan filtered out of her full mouth as she pushed ahead further, taking the top of the shaft into her mouth.
“Good,” I whispered as I stroked her hair. “Back and forth, up and down. Get your tongue into it.”
Within minutes, Ashley was swallowing my cock all the way to my mound and stroking it sensually in her hand. Steadily, she increased her velocity but maintained smooth and steady bobs of her head up and down the shaft. Occasionally she’d let it pop out of her mouth and she’d spit on it, stroke it vigorously in her fist and then swallow it again. She gagged a couple of times, but quickly regained her composure. I soon became mesmerized as I watched her give head like a porn star.
“Oh my,” I murmured. “So good baby. You’re doing that so good.”
“Mmm…thank you,” Ashley moaned passionately.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?”
“No. But I have watched porn before.”
I couldn’t help but scoff.
“Now look up at me baby,” I instructed. “Let me see those beautiful eyes while you suck my cock.”
Ashley complied immediately and the piercing gaze she shot up my body as she sucked my cock sent literal shockwaves of such deep carnal desire all through me. This was so hot! I could feel my arousal dripping out of my pussy like a leaking faucet.
Gripping Ashley’s head with both hands, I enthusiastically guided her up and down my cock. Deeper and deeper each time until she gagged. I firmly held her there for a few seconds and then released her. Ashley spit the cock out of her mouth and stroked it robustly in her fist.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Oh yeah!”
“You ready for me to fuck your little pussy now?”
“Oh, fuck yeah!”
“Beg me then!”
“Fuck my pussy, Jennifer! Please, fuck my pussy!”
“Get on your back!”
Instantaneously, Ashley was on her back. I snatched a pillow from above her head and ordered her to raise her hips, then stuffed the pillow beneath her ass to get some additional leverage. Spreading her legs, I positioned myself on my knees between them. Holding the shaft of my cock in one hand, I firmly rubbed and teased Ashley’s pussy with the other. It was throbbing; so swollen, so flushed with inferno-like heat and so unbelievably soaked with her arousal that it was glistening in the faint candlelight.
“Oh my,” I murmured.
“Fuck me, Jennifer,” Ashley hissed carnally. “Please fuck me.”
Holding the cock steady, I swirled the head against her swollen, saturated outer labia and then teased her vaginal opening. Pressing forward ever so gently, I watched the tip of the mushroom shaped head mash within the pulsating lips of her inner labia and then slip inside her. Ashley sucked in a deep, almost agonizing gasp of air! Her back arched, her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her hands pressed against the tops of my thighs and her face contorted in an expression of sharp pain and unprecedented pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she groaned.
“Do you want me to stop baby,” I asked; trying my best to hide a sudden surge of alarm.
“No,” Ashley winced. “Don’t stop. I want this more than anything. I want you more than anything.”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed ever so slowly forward, gently sliding the cock deeper inside her. When the shaft was about halfway inside her, I pulled back until I could see the base of the head and then pushed forward gently again.
“Oh God,” Ashley moaned incoherently as she chewed on the tip of her index finger. “Oh my God. Oh, that feels so good. Oh Jennifer…Jennifer.”
I went in a little deeper this time, then pulled back again to the base of the head then thrust forward again. As it was her first time, I knew it would take a bit for Ashley’s virgin vagina to adjust and fully accept the intrusion. Placing my hands on the sides of her torso, I steadily began to thrust gently but firmly in and out of her.
“Oh yeah…” she moaned softly over and over.
Gradually, I increased my thrusting power and my velocity.
“Oh God,” Ashley moaned as her eyes spun. “So good! My God, that feels so good!”
By now I began to feel the sweat streaming down my body. My heart was hammering as my breathing turned to panting as I exerted myself harder and faster. Soon my entire body flushed with the heat of passion and my skin basted in perspiration as my hair was beginning to stick to my sweaty shoulders. Ashley’s body too, was soon glistening in perspiration.
The next thing I knew, I had Ashley’s body folded in half underneath me with her legs dangling over my shoulders at the knees; her hands clutching the now damp sheets of my bed in white knuckle tight-bald fists as I was pounding into her mercilessly with all my might and weight. Both of us now saturated in sweat with mine dripping down on her like rain. I was grunting and groaning like a wild beast while Ashley was moaning and shrieking at the top of her lungs. Nearing total exhaustion, I threw one final powerful stab deep inside her and then pulled back. Lifting myself off her, I rested briefly on my knees and my cock slipped out of her. Both of us were panting and gasping.
“Roll over baby,” I managed to say between gasps. “I want you on all fours.”
Ashley rolled her sweat soaked body over and got up on her hands and knees. As she got into position, I gawked at that flawless ass that she was pointing right at me. I just couldn’t resist the urge to spank it. Ashley chirped with delight. So, I spanked it again.
“Such a naughty little slut,” I teased playfully.
I spanked her several more times.
“Oh yes,” she hissed. “I’m a little slut.”
I spanked her more and she again chirped with utter delight. I then spread her ass cheeks apart and gazed at her pussy. Utterly soaked and soggy; incredibly engorged, humid, and squishy. Her scent was so overwhelming even from a distance that I just had to taste. Still holding her ass cheeks apart, I bent down and speared my tongue into her drooling slot. The heat emanating out of her body was astronomical and the musky flavor sent me over the top. I sealed my mouth around it and devoured her with animalistic carnality.
“Oh God,” Ashley gasped. “Oh Jennifer! Oh my God!!”
By now I was shaking my head violently with my mouth full of her most sensitive and sacred flesh.
“Oh Fuck….” Ashley screamed.
Finally, I came up for air.
“You have such a delicious pussy baby,” I growled. “It’s so fucking ripe and sweet!”
“I love the way you eat me,” Ashley moaned.
“Are you a bad girl?”
“Yes!”
“Are you a dirty little slut?”
“Yes!”
Are you my little pussy whore?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to keep fucking you like a little whore?”
“Oh yes! Please!”
Seizing her by the hips, I pulled Ashley backward. Taking my cock in my hand, I jammed it forcefully back inside her. Ashley’s body spasmed and she sucked in a deep, almost agonizing breath.
“Oh Fuck,” Ashley squealed. “You’re in so deep!”
Digging my fingernails into the flesh of her firm hips, I began pounding her with all the ferocity and strength I had. The slapping of my pelvis to her ass was soon reverberating off the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. So was my groaning and Ashley’s shrieking. Sweat was flying off my body like a lawn sprinkler causing Ashely’s already saturated skin to become too slick to keep a grip on. Her hair too, like mine, was soaked and sticking to her flesh.
Suddenly, Ashley let out a guttural roar and her body spasmed wildly as the orgasm ravaged her to the core. Her body then crumpled beneath me, and her head dropped on the mattress, burying her face in the sheets, muffling her moans. Giving her a few final deep and powerful stabs, my strength gave out and my sweat laden body then crumpled down on to Ashley’s. With my cock still burrowed deep inside her, I was lying atop Ashley; my sweaty breasts squashed against her back. Both of us were gasping for air and moaning with utter exhaustion. Ashley lifted her head and turned it over her shoulder, giving me just enough space to cup her chin in my fingers and our mouths crushed together.
I then heaved my body up off Ashley and onto my knees; my cock at last slipping out of her. I undid the harnesses and let the contraption drop to the floor. I rolled over onto my back on the mattress, collapsing in a spent pile beside Ashley’s seething, sweat-soaked body. The room was spinning, and the smell of sex in the humid air was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer and my chest was heaving furiously. My body was on fire, my flesh saturated and the sheets beneath us drenched.
It was all so wonderful!
Just then, Ashley crawled up on me and her head rested on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled her.
“Oh Jennifer,” I heard Ashley mumble. “Oh my God. You are so amazing. I love you! I love you so much!”
“I love you too baby,” I heard myself reply without even thinking.
I then felt Ashley tenderly suckling my right nipple as she molded my left breast in her hand. My eyes fell shut and I sighed deeply followed by a sensual moan of contentment as I reveled in the wondrous sensations of her carnal affection.
We lay together for several moments as Ashley made love to my breasts with her mouth and hands. Finally, I cradled her head, pulled her up to my face and we shared a passionate kiss. Then I rolled us over on our sides and we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“So,” I whispered tenderly. “What else can your birthday gift do for you?”
I kissed her on her forehead. Ashley was silent for a long moment. Her eyes remaining fixed on mine.
“Marry me,” Ashley answered softly.
My initial reaction was to burst out in laughter. But the expression on Ashley’s face and the emotion in her eyes told me that she was not joking in the slightest.
“What,” I heard myself ask.
“Marry me,” she said emotionally. “I love you Jennifer. You’ve touched me in a way nobody else ever has.”
“Obviously,” I replied.
“No, I don’t mean in that way,” she barked.
“I know honey,” I offered softly.
“You touched my soul. You awakened it. For the first time in my life, I feel truly alive! I feel so strong! So unafraid! I feel like I can do anything! Be anything! That I can have anybody; and love anybody. Love you! And I do! So much! I love you so much!”
“Oh sweetheart,” I whispered as I caressed her cheek.
“My Daddy was a police officer; and he was the bravest man I ever knew.”
“Was?”
“He was killed in the line of duty when I was ten.”
“Oh Ashley,” I gasped.
“I’ve always been shy. Always felt like I didn’t measure up somehow and that I didn’t belong. People frightened me because I knew that they didn’t or wouldn’t like me. But Daddy adored me so much and I him. And if anyone ever came close to making me feel the way I do now, it was him. Then when he died, that part of him in me died and I became truly terrified.”
“What about your mother?”
“My mother was a titty dancer at a Strip Club when she met my father. He busted her for solicitation and prostitution. She was also a drunk, a junkie and a petty thief. But Daddy was a very devout and strong Christian and truly believed anyone could be saved and recover. So, he started seeing her and ended up marrying her. And she did make a complete turnaround. But after he died, she relapsed in every sense of the word and fell back tenfold into her previous life. Then she became abusive to me: Emotionally, mentally and sometimes physically. I spent so many nights hiding under my bed, and I was already afraid of the dark. Fuck, I was afraid of my own shadow. But my mother taught me, not directly mind you, how to hide yourself. Not only from other people but from yourself too. How to put up a front or a stage character if you like. Someone that the real you could hide behind. So, that’s what I do.”
“Oh honey,” I murmured with my eyes full of tears. “Is your mother dead too?”
“No,” Ashley swallowed hard. “She now co-owns and manages a dive strip bar with my barfly grandfather. She still dances too.”
“Oh God,” I muttered.
“So, when such an amazing and beautiful woman like you,” Ashley continued, now becoming very emotional.. “Picked me out of all the other girls in the world to be her birthday gift. Then saw through my stage character and still wanted who she saw. Then brought me to her home and then spent so much time teaching me, pleasuring me and awakening me inside! Loving me like no one else ever has…What is that?”
Her words were ripping my heart out by the arteries. Never in my life had I been so flattered or so deeply moved in the heart and soul. This little angel was absolutely head over heels in love with me. It was so sweet! And the expression on her face and the pleading in her eyes was endearing. I cupped Ashley’s face in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips and then said:
“It is love sweetheart, and I do love you!” I cupped her face and then went on. “True, when I first laid eyes on you, I never anticipated saying those words for my motives in seducing you were strictly primal and physical. I mean, you are so gorgeous and so sexy! But there is so, so much more to you, Ashley. My God, you’ve overwhelmed me in every possible respect as you’ve shown me who you truly are! You’re more beautiful inside than on the outside. And again, as beautiful as you are on the outside — that is extraordinary! You are a remarkable young woman! Utterly amazing in every way! And again, I do love you very much. But I cannot marry you. And you know that. You are just turning nineteen. You’ve got your whole life in front of you. And from what I’ve just been hearing, you’re now ready to go out there and make the absolute best of it with nothing holding you back.”
“All because of you,” Ashley replied firmly.
“Oh sweetie,” I cooed with a lump in my throat. “Come here.”
Ashley scootched up against me and I wrapped my body around her like a loving cocoon.
“I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you too,” I told her and kissed her silky hair.
Before long, we were both sound asleep.
*
I awoke to the buzzing of my alarm clock at six the following morning. Mechanically, and without even opening my eyes, I reached over and hit the snooze button. That’s routine for me. With my eyes still shut, I rolled over as my arms went in search of Ashley.
But they didn’t find her.
My eyes opened to find that the bed beside me was empty. Lifting myself up onto my elbows, I glanced around my bedroom. The first hint of morning light was filtering through the curtained windows, but all around me was eerie silence.
“Ashley,” I called out.
Silence.
“Ashley? Sweetheart,” I called out louder.
Nothing.
I crawled out of bed and stepped on the strap-on harness that was still lying on the floor. Coming around to the foot of my bed, I donned my robe that I had left on the floor. Tying the silk belt around my waist as I yawned, I happened to glance down at the floor on the opposite side of the bed from mine.
Ashley’s clothes were gone.
Pivoting on my heels, I stepped over to the bathroom door and peered inside only to find the room dark and empty. Turning again, I walked out of my bedroom and down the hall toward the living room and kitchen.
“Ashley,” I called out repeatedly, but still got no reply.
Coming into the kitchen, I spied a folded piece of paper propped against the centerpiece of the kitchen table with my name scrolled on it. Sitting down in one of the chairs, I snapped it up, unfolded it and read:
Dear Jennifer,
Thank you for the most wonderful birthday and for the two most beautiful nights of my life. I don’t think you will ever truly understand just how deeply you touched me and what a profound impact you have had on me. You have forever changed the course of my life and I cannot put into words how grateful I am to you for that. Two nights ago, I was just a timid and terrified girl who spent every waking moment of her life trying to convince everyone around her that she was anything but that. But now, I’m a woman. And thanks all to you, I now know exactly what a woman is supposed to be. Or at least, I now know exactly what kind of woman I want to be.
I want to be a woman just like you. And I could spend the rest of my life writing about all the amazing things that you are!
I love you, Jennifer!! You’re the love of my life. And I still want to marry you!
I know that may sound childish and naïve. But it’s true! I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. And there is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you. But you were right. It cannot be. Or at least, it cannot be now. You’re a beautiful, vibrant, and mature woman with a full life of family and career. God knows, you don’t need another child to care for. Lol! Besides, I have more than a few issues in my own life that thanks to you, I am now ready, willing, and able to deal with.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that for the first time in my life, I’m going to be just fine. Better than fine! I’m no longer afraid of anyone or anything; especially life! From this day forward, I’m going to embrace life! Charge forward into it. Go after everything I want out of it. I’m going to succeed. And most of all, I will make you proud! You sparked a source of power in me that I never dreamed could’ve existed and I can never truly repay you for that. But I will spend the rest of my life flourishing with strength, confidence, and pride in being the woman that you showed me I was, and I now believe that I am!
I will never forget you, Jennifer! And someday, I’m going to come back for you! Because you are one of those things I want in life and am going to go after. I will always love you with all my mind, heart, body, and soul.
With inexpressible gratitude and all my love forever,
Ashley Christina Sloane
P.S. — I want to make a pact with you now. I know this might seem terribly corny and cliché, but I don’t care. Again, I have no idea what the future may hold in store for either of us. But let us promise to each other that if we are both still alive, single, and available on the night of July 10, 2020; that we will meet at the very same CiCi’s Pizza at 7:00pm. And I will be your gift for your 50th birthday and you will then be my gift for my 29th birthday.
I love you! And until we meet again my love — I wish you all the happiness in the world.
I must have sat there and reread her letter a dozen times for it was, without a doubt, the most beautiful love letter I had ever received. Again, I was so flattered that this girl adored me so much. I was also extremely impressed with her vernacular. Yet another misjudgment on my part; another layer that I did not initially see. Clearly, Ashley was an extremely intelligent, articulate, and well-read young woman to compose such a beautiful composition and express herself so eloquently.
Just then, my focus was drawn in on her signature and the fact that she’d signed not only her first and last name, but also her middle name. My heart suddenly clutched for Christina was my mother’s name and she had passed away five years ago. It also would’ve been the name of my first-born daughter if I’d ever had one. Finally, I folded up the letter, pressed it to my chest and went to my home office where my computer and printer were located. I printed out the picture I’d taken of Ashley, then folded both it and this beautiful letter together and slipped them into my Bible.
I then returned to my bedroom, stripped the sexed-out silk sheets off my bed, hopped into the shower and got ready for my day. It was time to head back into real life. But for some reason, I kept whispering Ashley’s full name to myself all throughout the day and for the next several weeks. Much to my surprise, I was missing Ashley far more than I thought I might. My sex drive virtually evaporated and I had no interest whatsoever in going “hunting” anymore. I wasn’t eating much because I just wasn’t hungry, and I found myself drinking more wine than I was accustomed to. I turned down invitations to go out with the girls and I stopped going to the gym.
In truth, I was at the brink of depression.
But once my boys Seth and Cody came home from their summer stay with their father, and I got back on full Mom duty, my depression evaporated. I put Ashley in a very precious and private little room within my heart where I could always find her if I so chose to. But for now, I had to close the door to that room as life got back to normal. And as it does, went on.
Time passed.
Days to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. I watched Seth and Cody transform from precious little boys into ruggedly handsome and charming young men. Seth became a varsity lettered, state champion Tight End and in 2016, won a football scholarship to the University of North Carolina. Two years later, Cody received an appointment to the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis. My father passed away in early 2019 and in accordance with his Last Will and Testament, his sizable estate was to be split equally between his three children, of whom I was the oldest. Next was my sister, Vanessa, who was three years my junior and then my brother, Phillip, who was seven years younger than me.
In the end, each of my siblings and I walked away with just over a million dollars each in our bank accounts, of which I spent much on some desperately needed home renovations. I even had a swimming pool and whirlpool put in.
*
It was two years after my encounter with Ashley before I had any true want for a potentially serious romantic relationship again. Not that I was still pining over Ashley, all though I will admit that the girl sated me sexually in such a profound way that it just took a long time for my appetite to fully return. Plus, I was the mother of two pre-teen boys with a full-time career. Let’s face it: Life gets busy! Sure, there’d been several one night stands here and there since Ashley, but nothing remotely significant. Just beautiful faces with ultra-hot young bodies that led to wild sex. I didn’t even know or remember most, if any, of the women’s names.
But then came Leona!
And as fate would have it, we met on the night of my forty-second birthday in 2012. I’d been to dinner with a couple of my girlfriends to a Mexican restaurant where we sipped margaritas and ate chips, salsa, and enchiladas. As it was a Tuesday night, I was quite careful not to overindulge as I had to be at work in the morning. But as I drove home, I spotted a popular little sports bar and grille that had opened about six months prior and that I’d heard raving reviews about. So, as it was just around the corner from my house, I decided to stop in for a night cap. Okay, I was quite horny too, and hoped I might find some hot company to pass the night with.
I saddled up to the bar, set down my purse and my eyes fell upon a stunning Asian woman behind the bar who I guessed was somewhere in her late thirties to forty. I learned soon after that she was thirty-five.
She was five-foot-six with shoulder length mahogany brown hair. Her skin was utterly flawless while her eyes were a deep walnut brown; not to mention piercing and enchanting. Her lips were full and pouty with sparkling white teeth that beamed a gorgeous smile. She wore a tight black tank top that marvelously accentuated her sexy shoulders, her pert little breasts, and her lean, slender torso while her tight denim shorts did the same for her round, luxurious hips, not to mention those ultra-toned, sculpted sexy legs.
She introduced herself as Leona and asked what I was having.
“Well, it’s my birthday,” I told her. “Can I have you?”
“May I see your ID please,” she replied with a sexy smirk.
“Seriously,” I retorted.
“Prove that it is indeed your birthday, and you just might,” she said with a now very mischievous grin.
I retrieved my wallet from my purse, fished out my driver’s license and handed it to her. Leona studied it carefully and then those piercing brown eyes bore into mine.
“Okay,” she said softly, handing my license back to me. “It appears that it’s your lucky night then. We close at midnight and I’m the one who locks up. So please, stick around. But until then, what would you like to drink? It’s on the house. Or rather, on me.”
Again, that mischievous and now, very seductive grin.
And sure enough, once the bar closed at midnight, and after all the patrons and the last of the staff departed, Leona locked the doors, turned down the lights and attacked me. Within minutes we were both naked and sexually ravaging each other atop one of the pool tables. It was three in the morning when we finally got off the pool table and headed straight to my house where we continued tearing each other to sexual shreds.
I didn’t make it to work that day.
Leona and I began dating; seeing each other on an almost daily basis. We had a wonderful time together in every setting and had a great deal in common, particularly where sex was concerned. We were both very adventurous, loved to experiment and push things to the absolute limit. Over the next year, our relationship grew, our bond deepened, and we fell in love.
Born in Seoul, South Korea to an American father and a South Korean mother, Leona grew up in Sacramento, California and came to Texas as a student at the University of Houston where she majored in Hotel and Restaurant Management. She married out of college to one of her professors. They divorced a few years later when Leona’s sexual appetites became too much for her much older and very conservative husband. She had no children. She’d been in the bar business since after college and the sports bar where we’d met was her first attempt at ownership. About a year and a half into our relationship, I invited Leona to move in with me and the boys. Seth and Cody were both extremely fond of her, even a little too fond at times. Especially Seth.
Hey, they were teenage boys going through puberty. Of course, they liked her!
When same-sex marriage legalized across the nation in June 2015, I immediately proposed. The following month, just after my forty-fifth birthday, Leona and I were married. She was thirty-eight. I remember standing before the Justice of the Peace and as I listened to Leona recite her vows to me, it was suddenly not Leona but Ashley standing there. I then remembered the pact that Ashley set down in her beautiful letter. My heart cracked and I swallowed a lump of guilt. But I soon reasoned that she did specify, “IF” we were still single and available. And as I was then getting married, I obviously would not be.
Leona and I honeymooned in Cancun where our love of adventurous sexual antics and escapades led us to the seduction of two very handsome young bellhops at our hotel. Neither was more than twenty-years-old, but they both turned out to be a sexual god! We had a wild foursome, Leona and I swapping big, hard cocks over and over. It was the first time I’d had sex with a man in nearly a decade, and at first, I found myself wondering why I’d abandoned men in the first place! Then things took a very precarious turn about two months later when I found myself pregnant.
Talk about a mid-life crisis!
In the end however, Mother Nature determined in her infinite wisdom that a third round of motherhood was not in my best interest, and thus I miscarried just ten weeks into the pregnancy. Much to even my surprise, losing the baby was very hard on for I had begun to love the idea of having another baby. Leona on the other hand, was more than thrilled to have dodged this bullet. From that time on, I began to have doubts about our marriage and our relationship. Overnight, Leona seemed to have become someone I didn’t really know. And though our life went on and we were seemingly happy, I was still troubled in that perhaps I really did not truly know my own wife.
Then one night in June 2016, a year into our marriage and just before my forty-sixth birthday, I learned exactly who she truly was!
It was nearing eleven that Saturday night and I’d been on the road for several hours. I’d been attending a seminar and lecture weekend for work in San Antonio, which is about 200 miles west of Houston. I wasn’t due home until the next afternoon, but I’d just had enough. So, I headed home early and instead of letting Leona know, I thought I’d slip into bed and surprise her when she got home later that night from the bar. I even picked up some flowers.
I pulled in the driveway, and I was rather surprised to see Leona’s car parked there. Quickly turning off the engine, I climbed out of the car and practically tiptoed through the unlocked backdoor. No sooner did I come inside did I hear moaning coming from the living room.
And it was a man’s moaning! My heart began to pound.
Leona and I had always agreed that if we wanted to have sex with another person that we should both agree to it and do it together. But that wasn’t my problem now. My problem now was that the man I was hearing sounded just like Seth. He had just turned eighteen, graduated from high school and was due to leave for North Carolina next month.
As I moved silently through the kitchen and into the living room, I got the shock of my life. The room was dark except for a fire burning in the fireplace. Seth sat in the recliner, naked as the day he was born. His head was laid back and his eyes were shut. And there on her knees between Seth’s spread legs and every bit as naked as he, was Leona. Her head was bobbing furiously up and down on Seth’s groin.
My wife was blowing my son.
I honestly cannot express in words what I was feeling or thinking at that moment. I do remember that it took all my mortal strength to hold down the vomit. Without so much as a peep, I switched on the ceiling fan light and its brightness flooded the room. Instantly, they were both looking at me with expressions of sheer terror and surprise. Next, they were both fumbling frantically to their feet and trying to cover themselves.
I don’t remember anything that was said, I simply shut off the light, turned and walked back out to my car where I collected my luggage. I came back inside and by now, they were both dressed. They both spoke frantically and pleaded desperately, but I heard nothing. I completely ignored them both as I marched to my bedroom only to get another horrific shock. All the sex candles were set about and burning, as was the incense while the bed that Leona and I shared was in complete disarray. The sheets were damp, and the putrid odor of sex hung heavy in the air. Clearly, Leona and Seth had fucked in our bed.
Now I did vomit.
I spent the rest of the night packing Leona’s things and in the morning, ordered her to leave, which she did without argument. I then burned those sheets and bought a new bed. The next day, I hired a lawyer and filed for divorce. I also ordered Seth to pack up and go stay with his father until he left for school.
Long story short, my divorce from Leona was finalized in October 2016. The sports bar and grille she owned closed down not long afterward and I’ve never seen her again. That was the easy part. The hard part was mending my relationship with Seth. In many ways, it’s still an ongoing process to this day. On the one hand, he is my son; my first born and I love him with all my heart. But on the other hand, what he did was devastating to me on so many levels.
As the whole truth came out, I learned that that night was not the first time he and Leona had had sex. The first had been the day of his eighteenth birthday while I was at work. And while Leona openly confessed to having seduced him, Seth was still a grown man, and he should’ve known better. Plus, she was my wife and his stepmother. Not only was it adulterous, but borderline incestuous. She was betraying and being unfaithful to his own mother and he willingly went along with it and participated in it. I had raised him better than that, or at least, so I had thought.
For his part, Cody was despondent. He had adored Leona; loved her like a mother and felt so horribly betrayed by her and by his brother. It was awful when my lawyer had to drill him to make certain that nothing sexual had occurred between him and Leona; particularly since he was underage. Thankfully, nothing had. Both he and Leona testified under oath to that. But on a more tragic side, it has virtually destroyed the brotherly relationship between my sons. They haven’t spoken to or had anything to do with each other since. I can only pray that there is truth to the old saying:
“Time heals all wounds.”
By my forty-ninth birthday in July 2019, Seth had been selected in the third round of the NFL draft by the Kansas City Chiefs. He won a spot on the team and signed a big contract. Though three years had passed, and many wounds had healed, mother and son still had some things to work out. But we were getting there. He was my son, I loved him and was so proud of him.
He’d made a terrible mistake.
Cody was in his second year at the Naval Academy and had achieved the highest cadet ranking in his class, both academically and militarily.
For myself, I was in the best physical shape of my entire life. I had taken up running in 5K and 10K races and was in training to run in my first full marathon in January. I’d also taken a new job with a Cosmetic Dentistry and Oral Surgery practice which came with better hours and a substantial pay increase. As a reward, I bought myself a brand-new, cherry red Dodge Challenger with a 6.2-liter supercharged Hellcat Redeye V-8 and loaded to the gills with every bell and whistle you could imagine.
I named her Vexy, which is short for Vixen.
The year 2020 began wonderfully for me. I completed the full twenty-six miles of the Chevron Houston Marathon in just over four hours and finished in the top 100 for my age group. Then in early February, I found myself in Miami, seated in a VIP box suite high above the field at Hard Rock Stadium along with my brother Phillip, his wife Laura and their twelve-year-old daughter Taylor and their nine-year-old son, Tyler. Together, we watched Seth and the Kansas City Chiefs defeat the San Francisco 49ers in Super Bowl LVI.
My phone was soon raging with calls and texts of congratulations! One of the first was from my sister Vanessa, who lived in Seattle. She and her husband Randy and their identical twin daughters, seventeen-year-olds Kelsey and Jessica had not been able to make the trip to Miami. They had planned to, but just a couple of days before the game, they’d all come down with a bug and were not feeling well enough to travel.
Two days later, Randy and Jessica were both rushed to the hospital and then into ICU where they were both put on a ventilator. Jessica died that night and Randy the very next day. Both had had their lungs devoured by a virus. By that time, the whispers of a new and deadly coronavirus were already spreading across the country and throughout the world. And it soon became clear that my brother-in-law and my niece were among the first victims of what came to be known as Covid-19.
Neither Vanessa and Kelsey were ill enough to require hospitalization and in the end, both recovered from what surely too, was Covid-19. But the loss of a husband and a father as well as a daughter and a sister completely devastated them. Me too.
By mid-March 2020, I, like hundreds of millions of others around the globe, found myself out of work as the world completely shut down and we all became prisoners in our own homes due to the lockdowns. I was finally able to return to work in early June 2020, but business was extremely slow, and I had to dress every day in a literal hazmat suit. It was miserable.
When July 2020 arrived and my fiftieth birthday loomed, the plans I’d made with a group of friends late in 2019 to travel to Europe and take one of those Viking River cruises down the Rhine were completely shattered by the pandemic. And as the tenth of July 2020 dawned, I spent the day eating one shit sandwich after another.
First, my daily Covid test. It was negative, but such a pain in the ass, and nose. Next, with a new spike in Covid cases, I learned that our office was shutting down again for an undisclosed amount of time, effective immediately. Arriving home around noon, I got a FaceTime call from Seth. He had just sustained a serious knee injury during the Chiefs summer minicamp and was going to need surgery. The doctors were concerned that the injury might be severe enough to be career ending. He was so distraught and the look on his face broke my heart. Despite all that had happened between us, he was still my baby boy, and nothing will break a mother’s heart more than to see her son with a broken heart.
No sooner did I get off the phone with Seth did Cody call. He and several of his fellow cadets had tested positive for Covid-19 and were in quarantine. Though he said he felt fine, several of his fellow cadets were becoming quite ill. I told him to please keep me posted and he promised he would. And what was worse for both the boys was that their father and their stepmother, who they both adored, were both in ICU battling Covid. They would both recover.
After I got off the phone with Cody, I lied down on the sofa and tried to take a nap. I was nearly asleep when my phone rang again. This time it was my sister Vanessa, informing me that my niece Kelsey had tried to commit suicide. The loss of her father and sister, the strain and stress of the lockdowns, her mother’s grief and being out of work to boot, money getting extremely tight and severe cabin fever had just overwhelmed her.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me!! Jesus Fucking Christ!
I leapt up off the sofa, hurried out the back door and dove into my swimming pool with all my clothes still on. I swam laps for several minutes before my saturated clothes began to weigh me down. So, I stopped long enough to yank them all off, bra and panties included, then tossed them up on the side and continued to swim totally nude in the middle of the afternoon.
Who gives a fuck anymore?
I finally came back inside a couple of hours later, dropped my soaking wet clothes in the washer and then headed to the bathroom for a shower. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was five. Five o’clock on my fiftieth birthday! And up to this point, the worst birthday of my entire life. Only seven more hours to go and it would be over. Thank God!
Taking a long hot shower, I started to feel better. Then out of nowhere, I heard myself whisper:
“Ashley Christina Sloane.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d said her name or even thought about her. But the next thing I knew, I was repeating her name over and over as I washed my hair and body. Soon my mind had taken me back ten years to my fortieth birthday and every wondrous and passionate detail came back to me with such vivid clarity. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to live it all again. It was a different time and a different world. Literally! And right now, I needed it to be my fortieth birthday again. Just then, another thought struck me like a speeding train!
The letter!
I immediately sprang from the shower and wrapped my body and hair up in towels. I then darted out of the bathroom, through my bedroom and across the hall to my office. Snatching my Bible off the bookcase, I retrieved the picture of Ashley and her beautiful letter. Unfolding it promptly, my eyes darted down the page to the post-script. It was blurry, for I wasn’t wearing my contacts. Not that I needed to read it for the memory of what it said had come back in full force with almost divine lucidity.
P.S. — I want to make a pact with you now. I know this might seem terribly corny and cliché, but I don’t care. Again, I have no idea what the future may hold in store for either of us. But let us promise to each other that if we are both still alive, single, and available on the night of July 10, 2020 — ten years from now, that we will meet at the very same CiCi’s Pizza at 7:00pm. And I will be your gift for your 50th birthday and you will then be my gift for my 29th birthday.
I looked down at the large digital clock on my desk that read in bright white:
5:40PM 10 JUL 2020
I pressed the letter to my damp chest and sighed deeply. I stood motionless for a moment, my mind conjuring up every available image of Ashley and those wondrous two nights we shared together ten years ago. I folded up the letter and picture, slipped them back in my Bible and placed it back on the bookshelf. With a radiant smile, I made my way back to the bathroom and stared myself down in the mirror for a long moment. Then I spoke to myself in the mirror:
“You know you want to, so just go ahead and go. Fuck it! What’ve you got to lose? If nothing else, for the next hour and a half or so, you have something to be hopeful about. Having hope! That’s sorely lacking in life these days.”
I then proceeded to blow dry and brush my still shoulder length platinum blonde hair and put on make-up. After that, I went immediately to my dresser and without the slightest pretense of thought, I slipped braless and panty less into the same white pair of khaki shorts and the same tight red tank top I’d worn that night ten years ago. While I didn’t have the same pair of flipflops anymore, I had an almost identical newer pair.
Snapping up my purse and my phone, I checked the time:
6:20PM
It’ll be close, but I’ll make it.
I darted out of the room, down the hall, across the living room, through the kitchen and out the backdoor. Seconds later I was behind Vexy’s wheel and on my way. To what, I had not the slightest idea. But regardless of anything, this just felt so right.
Thanks to the pandemic, traffic is so much lighter these days and as such, I gave Vexy full throttle. Her engine purred so smoothly but the sheer power of it was so great that I could feel her vibrations teasing my loins. And it was getting me so hot and wet.
What do you know? My car is a lesbian too!
I had this very subtle but compelling feeling that this was exactly what I should be doing. I couldn’t explain it, nor did I believe for an instant that I would be reunited with Ashley. Still, I felt surprisingly free. For a moment, everything was right with the world; or at least, in the world within my own mind. But all that vanished when I happen to glance in the rear-view mirror and saw the police cruiser with its blue and red lights flashing coming up behind me.
Perfect! Just fucking perfect. Way to go, you crazy bitch! Happy fucking birthday!
I pulled over to the side of the road and the police cruiser pulled in behind me.
“Put your vehicle in park, roll down your window, turn off the engine and place your hands on the steering wheel please,” a stern female voice came out of the PA speaker on the cruiser.
I did as she instructed and then watched in the side-view mirror as the cruiser door opened and the police officer got out. Shutting her door, she placed a hand on her sidearm and strode confidently but cautiously up to my open window. Even though she was still at a distance, there was something familiar about her, though I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Good evening ma’am,” the female officer began in a remarkably familiar voice. “Montgomery County Sheriff’s Department. May I see your driver’s license please?”
“It’s in my purse,” I said.
“That’s fine,” she replied. “Just put your purse on your lap where I can see it please.”
I grabbed my purse off the passenger seat, dug out my wallet and fished out my driver’s license. I then handed it out the window to the officer.
“Here you go,” I stated.
“Thank you,” she said.
I then waited as the woman studied my license. It seemed to take much longer than would be considered usual. Then suddenly, she handed my license back to me.
“Could you step out of your vehicle for a moment please ma’am?”
“Oh! Okay! Do I? Should I put on my mask?”
“No, that won’t be necessary.”
With a shrug and a sigh, I opened the door and climbed out of Vexy, closing her door behind me.
“Is there some sort of problem,” I asked.
The officer was several inches shorter than me, but very shapely; mysteriously tempting and quite lean. She wore the standard police officer uniform of navy blue short-sleeve shirt that allowed me to see the muscle-clad yet still alluringly feminine canons that were her arms, and the navy-blue slacks she wore surprisingly accentuated her marvelously shaped hips and thighs. Her upper body was bulging and bulky; no doubt due to the body armor she wore beneath her shirt. Her hair was very dark and pulled back in a ponytail. Her face covered by a large, black fabric mask.
“No ma’am,” she replied softly. “No problem at all.” She slowly raised her hands to her ears and removed her mask. “I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday.”
Her face was leaner now; narrower with an overall mildly warn more mature appearance. The cheeks were now slightly sunken, better defining her alluring facial bone structure. But when those full and pouty lips filled with that radiant, pearly white smile and I looked again into those deep, dark, and captivating eyes, there was no mistaking it!
It was Ashley!
Instantly my whole body was quaking, and my heart detonated like a nuclear bomb. My chest was heaving faster than Vexy’s pistons. My eyes bulged and flooded with tears as I slapped my hands over my mouth.
“Oh my God!!!” My squeal muffled by my hands. “Ashley!”
“Hello Jennifer,” she replied in a cracking voice, her smile beaming as her eyes welled with tears.
“Oh my God,” I squealed again. “I don’t believe it.”
“You don’t believe it,” she gushed; tears now streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh baby,” I cried out as I stepped toward her with my arms open and then suddenly stopped. She too, stepped forward and stopped. It looked like we were trying to dance. Finally, I said: “Ah, I’m not really sure about the protocol here. Not only about Covid, but about hugging an officer on duty.”
“Let me make it simple for you,” Ashley snapped. “If you don’t hug me, I’m going to arrest you.”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied, fighting the urge to salute her.
“And in regard to Covid, I’m tested every day.”
“So am I.”
“Negative,” we said simultaneously.
Instantly, we were in each other’s arms, holding on for dear life. Yes, it was body armor. And my God, when did she get so strong? The muscular canons now holding me so possessively were also crushing the life out of me. But I didn’t care, it felt so wonderful for all I truly felt flowing from them was her love. I felt so safe and protected.
“Oh sweetheart,” I wailed on her shoulder; tears spilling out of my eyes. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” Ashley sobbed on my shoulder.
We held each other there on the side of the road for what seemed like hours, both of us weeping piteously. Finally, we collected ourselves and separated. Still holding on to each other though, we just stood and studied one another in silence for a long moment.
“I just can’t believe it,” I said at last. “You’re here. I’m hearing you, touching you and seeing you. And just look at you! While I can see the beautiful, young girl I once knew, I’m just so completely overwhelmed by the gorgeous, mature woman standing before me now.”
“You look just like I remember you,” Ashley replied softly. “Only more beautiful.”
“Oh baby, you still do have the sweetest mouth on you.”
We both chuckled.
“I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “You came. You actually came.”
“You mean the pact you made in your letter,” I offered. “I read it again just before I left the house tonight.”
Ashley seemed taken aback as she placed her hand on her chest.
“You still have it,” she choked.
“Oh sweetheart, of course I do…” I said as I stepped to her and caressed her cheek. “It was the most beautiful love letter I ever received. I would never part with it.”
“I know people make pacts like that all the time,” Ashley began. “But almost none of them are ever upheld. Certainly not ones that span years like that. But I always hoped that ours would be different. All these years, I prayed for it. But after the year we’ve had so far with the pandemic and all the rioting in the streets and the hatred toward the uniform — I’d given up on it. But something today told me to go. So, I was heading there when this car came racing by. And I made the decision to just let it go on by, because I didn’t want to be late. But something told me to pull you over, even though I’m already off duty. And just look who I found.”
“Baby, where do you think I was going in such a hurry?” I pressed my body up against Ashley and our foreheads came together. “Come on. Why don’t we go there now together?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ashley sniffed. “The place is closed.”
“What,” I replied, then remarked: “Well, I kind of figured it would be due to the pandemic restrictions.”
“No,” Ashley retorted. “It’s permanently closed. Out of business.”
“Oh no,” I groaned and thought for a moment. “You know what…Who cares if it’s closed. It’s still our place. Let’s go by anyway.”
“Okay,” Ashley sniffed again and wiped her eyes, fully regaining her composure. “Follow me then.”
Five minutes later, we pulled up and parked in front of what had once been our CiCi’s Pizza, occupying the corner suite of a strip center. Ashley and I exited our individual vehicles and strode up to the glass front entrance.
“Damn,” I snapped. “This is really depressing.”
“Tell me about it,” Ashley replied.
“They just couldn’t survive on takeout and delivery, huh?”
“Not a chance! Between Dominos, Pizza Hutt, and Papa John’s, CiCi’s didn’t have a prayer. Because let’s face it: With an all you could eat buffet, you really didn’t notice how much the pizza sucked!”
“Very true my dear,” I replied, and we both giggled.
Ashley then spoke very somberly: “Still…. If it wasn’t for this place…”
“I know,” I replied softly and took her hand. “Hey look, there’s the bench you were sitting on waiting for me.”
We walked over to it hand in hand.
“Yup, I stormed out that door because you had me so twisted up in the head but so hot in the twat that I could barely breathe.”
“What did you tell your friends that night? Whitney and Heather, right?”
“Yup! And I just told them to get lost! They pretty much obeyed me like dogs. I was kind of a bitch to them most of the time.”
“I got that impression.”
“But they were really good friends. I miss them. Haven’t seen or heard from either one of them in years. Not even on social media.”
“Okay, enough of this place,” I declared. “Too depressing! Let’s get out of here. And why don’t we move on to the second phase of Ashley’s seduction by going where it took place.”
“You mean, your house? Really?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I need to go by the station to check out and change my clothes first.”
“Let’s go then. I’ll wait for you.”
Half an hour later, I sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair in the lobby of the police station, playing Words with Friends on my phone as I waited for Ashley. Reaching a lull in the game, I glanced up and happen to catch sight of a display case on the far wall and it looked like a picture of Ashley was inside it.
Curious, I got up and walked over to it.
Sure enough, it was Ashley’s official police portrait with her full name scribed at the bottom. Then all around her portrait, there were numerous other photos, bronzed plaques, and newspaper headline clippings, along with a detailed list of commendations, citations and honors she’d received.
But the one that caught my attention immediately was the photo mounted on a large plaque in the center. Ashley was in full dress uniform, standing with the Governor of Texas as he was presenting her with the Medal of Honor. I then read the article engraved below the photo:
“Montgomery County Sheriff’s Deputy Ashley Christina Sloane was presented the prestigious Medal of Honor; the highest honor awarded to law enforcement officers in the state of Texas by the Texas governor at the state capitol building in Austin today. Deputy Sloane and her partner, Deputy Ross Conner were in high-speed pursuit of two armed and dangerous suspects in the early evening hours of Sunday, January 8, 2017. Exchanging gunfire along a mostly deserted and rural stretch of Highway 36 north, the deputies brought the suspect’s vehicle to a stop in an open pasture. The two suspects then jumped from their vehicle and opened fire. Dispatching both suspects, the deputies were in the process of assessing the scene when a previously undetected third suspect emerged from the vehicle, opening fire with a 12-gauge shotgun. Deputy Sloane sustained a gunshot wound in the back while Deputy Conner had his mobile radio destroyed when struck by a bullet on his shoulder. Despite the severity of her wound, Deputy Sloane dispatched the third assailant with her sidearm. As Deputy Conner returned to their cruiser to call for additional assistance and report an officer down, Deputy Sloane heard the cries of an infant from inside the suspect’s vehicle, which was now on fire. Despite her injury, as well as the accompanying weakness from the loss of blood and the severe pain, and with total disregard for her own safety and her life, Deputy Sloane drug herself over to and up inside the burning vehicle, freed the infant from his car seat and pulled him to safety. Dragging herself and the infant away just as the vehicle became fully engulfed in flames and exploded, Deputy Sloane then shielded the infant with her body. In addition to the Medal of Honor for this remarkable testament and feat of humanity, courage, selflessness and heroism, Deputy Sloane also received the Medal of Valor, the Life Saving Award and the Purple Heart.”
Cupping my hand over my mouth as tears spilled out of my eyes and down my face, my heart was pounding as it never had before. Just then I heard Ashley’s voice calling out behind me:
“See you all Monday.”
Somehow, I managed to quickly pull myself together, wiping my eyes as I spun around and hurried back to the chair that I’d been sitting in just in time to see Ashley emerging through a door marked “Authorized Personnel Only”.
With an athletic bag slung over her shoulder, my eyes devoured her from top to bottom. In so many ways, I was seeing her for the first time all over again. Though she was still my Ashley; the timid, fragile, and inept young girl I had seduced ten years ago was long gone. This was an intrepid, vigorous, and accomplished mature woman that was actively seducing me right now. And she was more mesmerizing and stimulating to me than anyone ever in my life.
The adorable angel had blossomed into a seductive goddess.
Dressed in a white, long-sleeve pullover, skin-tight black spandex pants and a pair of white athletic shoes on her feet, I felt every fiber of my mortal being tingling with a desire I’d never known before. The bottom hem of her shirt fell just below her breasts, giving me an unobstructed view of her lean, slender torso all the way to her slim, sexy waist. Her skin was still the breathtaking shade of mahogany tan that I remembered and instead of a ring dangling from her bellybutton piercing, there was now a single, silver stud.
My eyes irrevocably fastened on her abdomen, for it was the most masterfully sculpted, rippled six-pack I’d ever beheld. So ruggedly clad but with such wonderfully feminine definition and perfect symmetry while the black spandex pants superbly accentuated her hips, thighs, ass, and legs. Ashley’s lower body was beyond perfect ten years ago and I remember thinking then that it could never improve.
Well, it had!
Never underestimate the power of the Creator. Or the looking through the eyes of love. And lust! So splendidly curvaceous and regally statuesque. The mold for very hourglass in the world should be this woman’s flawless body.
Her stunning coal black hair was shorter now than it was ten years ago; draping mystically down now and just brushing the tops of her shoulders, which while every bit as sexy were now broader, more defined, and alluringly powerful. Her neck was still as long, sleek, and sexy as it had been while her face, which I have already described — her cheeks, her chin, her eyes, her lips, and her nose — where all those now of a confident, courageous, and captivating mature woman.
One very enchanting addition to her face was a pair of thin-framed, Clark Kent style glasses. Not only did they bring an enticing look of sophistication to her face, but they were also utterly adorable on her. Not to mention, they marvelously accentuated her dazzling eyes. As she approached me; her face glowing with that celestial smile, I had an image flash through my mind’s eye:
Superwoman!
For a brief few seconds, Ashley donned the long, red cape with the short, red skirt, the red high-heeled boots, and the dark blue, skin-tight suit with the symbol of the House of El emblazoned over her breasts. She was descending out of the sky to sweep me up into her arms and carry me off up into the stars. Of course, after what I had just learned about her, she truly was Superwoman; only far more extraordinary.
A tiny orgasm rattled quietly through me and snapped me back to reality as Ashley was now standing directly in front of me. I sniffed hints of baby powder and sweet vanilla. Then suddenly, a stunning revelation:
She’d gotten taller.
It may have been only my imagination, and I hadn’t initially noticed it back out on the side of the road, but I swear on the lives of my sons that Ashley had grown at least two or three inches since that long ago night. Ashley studied my face with a slight look of concern.
“Are you all right,” she asked.
“Yeah,” I chirped. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just still emotional about all this. Still can’t believe it’s happening.”
“Tell me about it,” she fired back.
“Baby, have you gotten taller,” I asked, needing to shift the subject.
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, maybe I’ve just gotten shorter. Tends to happen as we get older. We settle a bit.”
“The only thing you’ve done is get more beautiful,” Ashley cooed.
Leaning in and kissing me softly again, she caressed my cheek.
“Come on. Let’s go home,” I whispered as I took her by the hand.
“I want to drive this time though,” Ashley abruptly whipped.
“Oh, you mean — take your car?”
“No, I want to drive yours.”
“You drive my car? Oh, I don’t think so my dear.”
“I can still write you that speeding ticket you know,” Ashley stated firmly.
“She’s all yours,” I complied and dropped the key fob into her hand.
We held hands and made very casual chit-chat along the way; one of the subjects was wondering if we’d ever searched for each other on social media. Ashley reminded me that she never knew my last name and I confessed that I had Cody do a search for her one time for I lied and said I wasn’t exactly a technologically inclined person.
We let it go at that. In the end, it made no difference for we were together now.
Picking up a pizza at the Domino’s around the corner from my house, we pulled into my driveway a little before nine. As we came through the backyard gate, Ashley stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the swimming pool; luminously illuminated by the underwater lights.
“I don’t remember you having a pool,” Ashley quipped.
“That’s because I didn’t,” I replied. “My father passed away early last year, and I used my part of the inheritance to do some home renovations. And this was one of them. I love swimming. I try to swim at least forty laps every morning.”
“It certainly shows,” Ashley said with a wink. “You look amazing.”
Once we got inside, I opened a bottle of wine, grabbed two glasses and then the two of us sat down on the sofa in the living room. Over the next hour or so, we nibbled on pizza and sipped our wine as I brought Ashley up to speed on everything that had happened in my life over the past ten years. When I told her the story of Leona and Seth, she roared:
“That bitch!”
“Amen to that, sister.”
“What a twisted, evil fucking cunt!”
By the time we finished the pizza, we had also finished the bottle of wine. I cleared away the pizza box and took it out to the trash can in the garage. Coming back through the kitchen, I retrieved a second bottle of wine. As I returned to the living room, I found the new double bay doors I’d had installed during the renovations had been opened and Ashley was standing out on the back patio, looking at the pool. Picking up our wine glasses off the coffee table, I followed her outside. I refilled each of our glasses then carried them over to her.
“Here you go,” I whispered from behind her and handed her glass to her.
“Thank you,” she replied as she took it.
Snuggling up against her back, I slid my arms around her waist.
“Okay,” I said as I nuzzled her neck. “Enough about me. Your turn.”
Ashley took a sip of wine.
“Maybe we should sit down,” she said.
Abruptly, Ashley kicked off her shoes and then sat down on the edge of the pool where she dangled her bare feet and lower legs in the water.
“I like the way you think,” I replied as I kicked off my flipflops and sat down beside her, dangling my feet and legs in the water too.
“So, where do I begin?”
“At the beginning.”
For the sake of time and space, I will briefly summarize Ashley’s life journey since our parting ten years earlier.
She awoke before dawn the morning after her nineteenth birthday and carefully slipped out of my bed without causing me to stir. She picked up her clothes and tiptoed out to the kitchen where she dressed and wrote her letter to me. She’d been awake most of the night, composing it in her mind. She then texted her friend, Whitney, who then picked her up at the corner, down the street from my house and drove Ashley home. Not to the apartment they shared, for that was a lie. But rather, to the dingy two-bedroom rental house Ashley shared with her mother.
Finding her mother passed out in bed with yet another strange man that morning; Ashley, for the first time in her life, had the courage and strength to do what she should have done long ago. She packed up bags and went to live with her uncle, her father’s older brother, who was a career Army man and stationed in El Paso at Fort Bliss. He had been urging her ever since her father’s death to come live with him and his wife for he knew what a terrible person Ashley’s mother truly was, even without the alcohol.
When she arrived in El Paso, her uncle, who was not only career Army, but a career MP, encouraged her to enlist in the Army and pursue MP training herself. With his guidance and influence, he knew she would flourish as the police force was in her blood going back four generations.
Then after a few years, she could go to college with the GI Bill and earn a degree in criminal justice. So, Ashley enlisted in the United States Army, for again she now had the courage to do what she had only dared dream about; to become a police officer herself. All because of me, she repeatedly stressed, she now had the strength to endure and survive anything, including the taxing mental training as well as the rigorous and at times, merciless physical training it would take to achieve what she really wanted: To be just like her father and all the brave men and women in her family who preceded him in law enforcement. To protect and serve those who could not protect and serve themselves. To fight for what was right, lawful, decent, and good! To no longer be afraid. To truly be one of the good guys!
And that is exactly what she did. Ashley served five years in the United State Army as a Military Police officer before her honorable discharged a week before her twenty-fourth birthday. She planned to enroll at Arizona State University that fall and pursue a degree in criminal justice on the GI Bill. But a few days before she was discharged, her mother suffered a massive stroke and was left in a persistent vegetative state. Being the only surviving relative as her barfly grandfather had long since passed away, Ashley came back to Conroe, Texas to take responsibility for her mother’s affairs and joined the Montgomery County Sheriff’s Department as a deputy. Her mother lingered a year and a half before passing away. Immediately, Ashley sold the dive titty bar to a developer who wanted the land it sat on.
She still planned to go to college someday, but for now she loved her job and her life. She loved being a cop.
As for her love life, it was like mine. And though she’d never married, she came very close to it as she briefly got serious with one young man: A fellow deputy. But she soon found that she inherited her mother’s bad taste in men as he turned out to be a bonified loser and a dirty cop. Plus, she much preferred women. She found herself favoring older women and while some of her assignations were quite torrid, she viewed them more as educational tutorials for honing and enhancing her sexual skills. Ashley loved sex! But it was nothing to her without love. Love for me, and only me!
Through it all, I sat in silence and completely engrossed with the occasional tears. I asked only a few questions because she told her story so eloquently and thoroughly. But I never asked anything about what I’d seen at the police station. And she never mentioned it! But then again, I knew she wouldn’t. For that is the mark of a true hero:
Humility.
As she brought her story to a close, so had we closed the second bottle of wine. Taking the final swig from her glass, Ashley set it aside and laid her head on my shoulder. I finished my last swig and then slid my arm around her, kissed her on top of her head and snuggled her. We sat in silence. The night was clear, warm, and muggy.
Just then, the grandfather clock in the foyer began its chiming chorus.
“That’s new too, yes?” She asked.
“Indeed. It came with my inheritance from my father,” I replied.
“I love grandfather clocks,” she offered.
We fell silent again as we listened to the clock chimed twelve times. It was midnight.
“Well, another of my birthday’s has come and gone,” I scoffed. “But another one of yours is just beginning.”
“It is,” Ashley cooed. “Twenty-nine.”
“Happy Birthday my darling,” I whispered as I cupped her chin, raised her head, and kissed her softly.
“Thank you,” she said. “Guess I wasn’t quite the gift to you this time like I was last time.”
“Oh baby,” I whispered as I caressed her face. “You’ve made this birthday the best one ever. But, enough about mine. Now it’s all about yours. So, as your birthday gift once again, what can I do for you?”
“Be careful,” she warned. “You remember what I wanted the last time you asked me that?”
“I do indeed,” I replied.
“Well, I still want the same thing,” she answered.
“So, ask me,” I said with a smile.
“You mean,” she uttered as she sat up straight and studied me.
“Ask me my love,” I replied with a smile.
Her eyes welled with tears, and she began to tremble. Tenderly, she caressed my face.
“Jennifer, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
The tears spilled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks as her smile lit up the night. Her chest was heaving as it strained to contain her undoubtedly exploding heart. She firmly cupped my face in her hands.
“You mean it?”
“Oh yes! I want to marry you! I love you so much!”
“I’ll bet I love you more,” she whimpered.
Our mouths crushed together as our tongues immediately entwined in the warmth and wetness contained within our firmly sealed lips. Both of us were crying; overcome with pure joy. Eventually our kiss broke, and we embraced; Ashley’s powerful arms nearly squashing me to death.
“Do I dare ask what you have in mind next,” I joshed.
Pulling out of our embrace, Ashley gave me a devious grin and kissed me on the tip of the nose. Then instantly, she was on her feet and pulling off her shirt. She wore no bra, and her breast were every bit as round, ripe, pert, and gorgeous as I remembered them. Tossing her shirt aside, she slipped off her spandex pants to reveal that she was wearing no panties either. Flinging them aside as well, Ashley stood above me, and I was utterly entranced; left speechless and breathless as I marveled at her astonishing body.
So lean, vigorous, and gorgeous. Virile in its commanding presence and yet so glamorously feminine in every respect. The broad and muscled shoulders, the toned and muscle-clad arms, the exquisitely rippled six-pack abdomen, the perfectly narrow waist, the shapely and robust hips, the superlative and sexy thighs, the sculpted calves, and the superbly spherical, ultra-firm ass.
And that same precious little turf of pubic hair on her mound.
“Oh, my love,” was all I could stammer as I gazed at her in awe.
Ashley smiled so innocently at me and then dove into the pool. The splash as she penetrated the surface splattered all over me and I chirped with delight. When Ashley popped up from beneath the water, she turned and faced me, sliding her saturated hair back over her head with her hands as she stood in about waist deep water. Her entire body glistened with wetness, as did her hair; it was so intensely erotic.
“Come on,” she said. “Join me.”
“After two bottles of wine and a pizza?” I replied, sounding so much like a mother. “Might not be the wisest idea.”
Ashley flung some water at me.
“Oh! You little brat!”
“Come and get me then.”
I stood up, stripped off my red tank top and khaki shorts then dove in the water. Popping up in front of Ashley, I slid back my now soaked hair and nestled up against her. We both giggled playfully as we slipped our arms around each other’s now slick and glistening bodies. As my hands glided slowly down Ashley’s wet, muscled back toward her magnificent ass, they grazed over a large and extremely rough, bumpy, and riveted patch of flesh just above her waistline on the lower left side.
“Oh my,” I gasped slightly. “What’s this?” Even though I already knew.
“Hmm,” Ashley quaffed as she had lost herself in my eyes and the feel of my naked body against her. Suddenly snapping back to reality: “Oh, that’s the hickey I got from a twelve-gauge shotgun.”
I continued to gently caress the area.
“Your purple heart,” I whispered solemnly.
“How’d you know about that?”
“I saw the display at the station honey.”
“Oh,” Ashley murmured. “Jennifer, I…”
I placed my fingertips to her lips and shushed her.
“Don’t baby. You don’t have to say a word,” I whispered. “Turn around for me my love.”
Ashley did as I asked, and I lowered myself down her back and viewed her scar up close. I felt tears welling up and my heart clutching. With all the love, gentleness, and tender affection a mother would use to kiss a boo-boo on her child to make it all better, I kissed Ashley’s scar all over.
Then I began kissing, licking, and suckling my way up the flesh of her back as I rose to a full standing position. Turning Ashley back around to face me, I pressed my body against hers again. Sliding my left arm around her, I nestled my right hand between our bodies and slid it slowly down that rippled abdomen to her mound. Ashley shifted her weight slightly and spread her legs as her lips filled with a seductive smile. Turning my palm flat against the smooth skin of her mound, I slid it further down until it was between her legs, pressing against her fleshy folds beneath the water.
Using my middle and ring finger, I began gently stroking the length of her slit back and forth; then adding more pressure, switched to a slow, circular motion. I felt Ashley’s body stiffen, her eyes close, her grip on me tightened and she exhaled a pleasure filled moan. Pressing harder and moving faster, I felt her legs begin to tremble. Her moaning became deeper and more continuous.
“Oh God,” she murmured through a tender moan. “Oh, that feels so good.”
Shifting my own weight slightly, l pressed my two fingers firmly together and gently pushed them up inside her. She was so tight. Ashley’s body jerked, causing the water to splash. Her eyes opened briefly and spun in her head. Pressing my palm firmly up against her labia, my fingers buried to the bottom knuckles inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she yelped; now beginning to pant.
Thrusting with my wrist, pumping my fingers deeper inside her, Ashley suddenly lifted her arms up my back and wrapped them forcefully around my shoulders. I then began a steady circular motion with my wrist, keeping my palm firmly against her labia and my fingers probing deep in her tight little tunnel. I could feel the muscles of her inner walls contracting and expanding, firmly clutching my fingers; she was so incredibly warm and soft inside.
Just then, I shifted my wrist and pressed the second knuckle of my thumb against her clitoral hood. With my fingers still deep inside her, I squashed my fist against her and pumped. Ashley sucked in a deep, orgasmic breath coupled with a guttural moan. Her eyes sprang open and gazed into mine. She adjusted her grip around my shoulders; her fingernails were digging into the skin of my back, and she suddenly lifted her right leg up and wrapped it snuggly around my waist under the water. Her body was beginning to quake. Her chest was heaving. I shifted my thumb knuckle away, smashed my palm forcefully against her pussy, jamming my fingers as deep inside her as I could get them and slammed furiously into her and against her simultaneously. I tightened the grip of my left arm around her as she began to thrash; water was splashing every which way.
Her cries were now animalistic and raucous. Each breath she took became even more strained to the point she almost wasn’t breathing at all. Her grip around me was becoming too much for me to withstand and her fingernails were stabbing into my back. Suddenly, her body spasmed violently and then became rigid.
“Oh God,” she roared at the top of her straining lungs.
The temperature of the pool water between her legs instantly quadrupled as the hot nectar of her orgasm flowed into it with the force of a tsunami. Ashley’s body crumpled in my arms as her leg released its grip around my waist and tumbled to the bottom of the pool while her head cratered onto my shoulder. While her trembling arms remained around me, her vice-grip loosened significantly. She was moaning exhaustedly and gasping for air. I held her up, tenderly caressing her body.
“Oh wow,” she moaned softly. “Oh my God.”
“Mmm, you’re welcome,” I hissed in her ear.
At that moment, Ashley lifted her head off my shoulder and stared into my eyes. Smiling sweetly, she brought her lips to mine and our mouths seared compactly and carnally together. Tightening our embrace around each other, we sank slowly as one beneath the surface. With our bodies entwined passionately, fully supported and suspended between the bottom and the surface by the water, we breathed each other’s air as we kissed deeply.
Our bodies rolling around so softly and smoothly in the warm water.
When we finally surfaced, both of us slicked our long and saturated hair back out of our faces. Ashley was immediately in front of me again, sliding those powerful arms around me and pulling me firmly up against her as I slid my arms around her. We kissed softly. Her hands were then gliding down my slick back and over my ass where she seized the back of my thighs and lifted me up. With a smile of glee and sudden turbocharge of arousal at her sheer strength and dominance, I instinctively locked my legs around her waist and my arms over her shoulders and around her neck.
We stared passionately at each other as she carried me toward the side of the pool, all the while I pelted her face and lips with kisses.
“I love you,” I cooed.
“I love you,” she cooed back.
Slipping me up onto the concrete and gently settling me down, Ashley took my mouth with such passionate fervor; her tongue delving deeply. She then pulled away from my mouth and was gnawing my chin, then down my long neck to between my breasts as my fingers ran through her soggy hair.
“Oh yes,” I moaned sensually.
Instantly, her mouth snatched my left nipple as her hand firmly molded my right breast.
“Oh baby,” I gasped passionately.
Ashley went back and forth steadfastly; deeply suckling and nibbling the nipple of one breast in her mouth while she molded and massaged the opposite breast with her hand. I leaned back, supporting myself on my arms and hands on the concrete behind me to allow her ample access. After several wondrous moments of her suckling me, Ashley placed the palm of her hand between my breasts and slowly, but firmly nudged me backward until I was lying on my back on the concrete; my lower legs and feet still dangling in the water. Lifting them both out of the water and planting my feet on the pool’s edge, Ashley spread my legs wide and then pulled my center closer to the edge.
I waited breathlessly and then sucked in a deep, orgasmic breath followed by a low, guttural moan and my back arching as Ashley gave me a long, slow, and ultra-luxurious lick from my puckered little rosebud all the way along my slit and fleshy folds to my clit. My head rolled to the side as my eyes spun.
“Oh Ashley,” I murmured passionately. “Oh my God, I’ve missed you so much.”
With that, Ashley wrapped her arm around my left leg as her mouth delved deeply into me. My body spasmed at the sudden onslaught of wondrous oral stimulation and pleasure. My head began to roll from side to side as moans and gasps of unbridled passion and fulfillment filtered out of my mouth into the warm night air. I was rapidly overwhelmed by her immaculate cunnilingus skills; feeling her tongue swirl deep inside me; her lips suckling and savoring my swollen folds.
It was then I remembered my own prediction from ten years ago when still sitting at CiCi’s — “In a few hours I’m going to have you eating out of my hand; and my soaking wet snatch. You’re gonna be my own little pussy whore! And you’re gonna love every lick of it and be begging for more.”
At that very moment, Ashley speared two fingers inside me; my body jerked, and my back arched, causing my body to bow upward. Furiously spearing those fingers in and out of me, Ashley then sealed her mouth around my clit, battering it with her tongue. Both my legs sprang up and I grabbed them behind my knees.
“Oh fuck! Oh baby,” I wailed.
My fingernails were stabbing into my flesh where I held my legs as Ashley bent her fingers upward inside me and found my G-spot. Now with double stimulation, I could feel the orgasm awakening deep within me. My eyes were spinning wildly, my body beginning to quake and thrash on the concrete. My chest was heaving, my heart raging and I was howling like a wolf at the moon as I lifted my head to watch Ashley devour me.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh baby, Oh baby I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” I shrieked.
Ashley growled like an animal, her mouth full of my sopping and soggy pussy. My entire body then seized up as the orgasm erupted violently. Ashley’s eyes bulged with the initial look of shock followed then by what appeared to be a contented smile and she exhaled a muffled yet guttural groan.
“Holy shit,” she gasped as her mouth released me. “You squirted for me.”
I barely heard her as my heart was thundering in my ears and I was gasping so intensely. My body crumpled in a spent pile as my legs tumbled to the cement. I felt one of them dangle back into the pool. Gasping, moaning, twitching, and trembling, I vaguely sensed Ashley licking me clean as I nibbled on my index finger. I then heard the water splash and felt the weight of Ashley’s body coming atop me as her wet, slick flesh slid up me.
Then through slightly blurred vision, Ashley’s beautiful face was directly above me with that radiant smile lighting her up against the dark sky.
“Oh my God,” I murmured incoherently.
“Happy Birthday,” she whispered and then kissed me.
The kiss immediately became deep and passionate as her tongue sank deep into my mouth. I found the strength to wrap my still trembling legs around her waist and my arms around her neck. Ashley gently stroked my forehead and soaking wet hair as we kissed. At last, we came up for air and gazed at each other.
“Oh baby, you’ve become the most incredible lover,” I uttered.
“Thank you,” she replied humbly, “Lest we not forget, I learned from the best of the best. The Jedi Mistress of all Jedi Mistresses.”
We both giggled and she kissed me again.
“Care to demonstrate your improved skills further my young Padawan,” I asked playfully.
“I was hoping you’d say that my mistress,” she cooed.
“Wonderful.”
“Do you still have that strap-on?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. It’s in my bedroom.”
Ashley sprang to her feet with such youthful exuberance and then helped me to mine. We hurried to my bedroom and into the bathroom where we jumped into the shower and rinsed off. And made out and fingered each other for about twenty-minutes or until the water went cold. I don’t remember which.
We then dried each other off and I led her by the hand to my bed.
“Do you still have candles and incense,” she asked.
“In a box on the floor in my closet.”
Ashley smiled and kissed me softly.
“Then why don’t you lie down and make yourself comfortable while I prepare the room for us.”
“But honey, it’s your birthday. I should do it.”
“No, you did it for me when it was your birthday. So please, lie down my love. I want to do this for you.”
We kissed again and I obeyed, stretching out on my bed in a becoming position as I then watched Ashley prepare the room, all the while marveling at her as I gently pleasured myself. Not only her immaculate nudity and astonishing physical beauty, but her mental, emotional, and spiritual beauty as well. I still could not get over what an audacious and complete woman that bashful and fledgling girl I seduced ten years ago had become.
At last, the room looked just as it had that long ago night. Ashley strode so sexily up to the side of my bed and gazed down upon me. I’d taken the liberty of removing the strap-on from the drawer of my nightstand and held it up to her.
“I assume you shall be wearing this,” I purred.
“You assume correctly,” she hissed.
Shifting to the edge of the bed, I assisted Ashley in donning the harness and firmly securing it. Stroking the shaft in my right hand as I gazed up at my gorgeous and powerful lover, I slipped down on my knees on the floor beside the bed and took it in my mouth.
Ashley fondled her fingers of both hands through my hair as I vigorously sucked her cock. She slid her hands to the back of my head, firmly seized my hair and began forcing my head forward, sending the cock further down my throat faster and harder to the point I was gagging and choking. I was so turned on! Finally, she relented, and I spit the cock out of my mouth, snatching it in my fist and stroking it forcefully. Grasping an even larger fistful of my hair, Ashley tugged me up to my feet.
“You sucked my cock so good!”
“Mmm, thank you Mistress,” I heard myself whimper playfully.
“You like sucking cock, don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Well then, you’re going to love this!”
Ashley yanked me closer and took my mouth with hers; her tongue easily overpowering mine. She then yanked me out of this kiss by the hair and thrust me down onto the mattress. With my feet still on the floor and bent over at the waist, Ashley forced my head down and my face into the sheets, kicking my legs further apart.
“Spread those legs,” she commanded.
“Yes Mistress,” I whimpered submissively.
She was bold, forceful, and formidable, basking with such enticing virility and yet still so genuinely and glamorously feminine. She was confident, capable, and totally in control! Adventurous and without the slightest hint of apprehension. She knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Ten years ago, I had been in control. But tonight, the learner had become the Mistress and vice versa. And I loved it. I’d never been more turned on.
Gripping the sheets of my bed in the balls of my fist, I waited breathlessly. Ashley spanked me several times and I chirped with delight as each smack got harder.
“You ready for me to fuck you now slut,” Ashley growled.
“Mmm, yes Mistress.”
“Beg me then!”
“Please Mistress! Please fuck your slut. Fuck her so hard! Please…”
I felt Ashley spread my ass cheeks and then spit on my pussy. A few seconds later, that long, thick vein-laced cock with the bulbous head speared urgently inside me. Ashley’s hands gripped my waist as she thrust robustly in and out of me. The sound of her thighs and pelvis smacking against my ass was soon reverberating all around the room.
“Oh yeah,” Ashley growled. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
My eyes were spinning in their sockets as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I could barely find enough air in my lungs to make a sound. My heart was exploding. Suddenly I exhaled an echoing wail and then gasped furiously.
“Oh Mistress,” I wailed. “Oh God, you’re in so deep. Fucking me so deep.”
Unexpectedly, Ashley snatched a fistful of my hair again and yanked me up and back, bowing my back, forcing my face toward the ceiling, and thrusting my breasts forward.
“Oh God!!! Oh yes, Mistress — oh yes, pull my hair. Oh, fuck yes!!” I roared.
“You like that?”
“Oh God yes!”
“Then what do you say?”
“Thank you! Thank you, Mistress! Oh fuck, you’re fucking me so hard!”
Ashley increased the velocity and power of her pelvic thrusting tenfold, sending ripples of violent quaking up and down my body. By now I was shrieking, and I felt tears welling as the pleasure and the excitement of the moment were just that intense. Already, my body was basting with perspiration and flushing with extreme heat. Just then, a sudden burst of incredibly fast and powerful stabs deep inside me and then Ashley released her grip on my hair and yanked the cock out of me.
I collapsed on the mattress, burying my face in the sheets, muffling my screams. Then without warning, I felt my lower body flung up onto the mattress and my ass being violently spanked again.