Cal had Maureen's right hand in his left. He led her back to the bedroom. He wasn't wearing anything. She was wearing the same cute little nightie she'd worn earlier. It just covered the very tops of her thighs, then it plunged low in the front giving him a scenic view of her large breasts. He wanted to make love some more; but he wanted to do other things too, he wanted to keep talking, he wanted to cuddle, he wanted to fondle those deliciously soft but firm orbs, he wanted to feel himself inside her, mostly, though, he just wanted to hold her as close as he could, squeeze her tightly, and wrap his arms around her.
There was something else going on he didn't understand, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to. Her remarks about her legs, how young she was when it happened, her long period of convalescence, and the house; then there was the nurse, what was it about the nurse that bothered him so much?
He'd always had a protective, a proprietary, streak. When he was young he wanted to help other people, take care of sick animals, look out for the littler kids at school. He was no hero, but he resented bullies. There had been a younger kid, a boy in a lower grade who'd run afoul of an elementary school gang; one of the many little gangs who always managed to find one kid they could torment. He'd stood up for the kid and ended up getting his own ass kicked. He never talked about much of anything with his grandfather, but Jared had told him after he'd gotten whipped it was probably for nothing. His grandfather had been right; the little kid he'd tried to protect ended up being a part of the same gang. The little kid ended up being one of the tormentors.
It didn't make much difference, he still kept sticking his neck out for weaker kids, and he still kept paying for it. He remembered how it finally ended; it ended when his best friend Warren had more or less adopted him. Warren was tough. He liked to fight. He liked to rough house, but he wasn't what you'd call a bully.
Cal pulled the covers down on the bed. The white satin sheets hadn't been changed. He didn't think they would have. He saw the stains from the other night. There was no blood or anything like that, but the stains did look a little discolored.
He sat down and pulled her on his lap, "Did I hurt you the other night?"
"Well yeah, but only a little and then only at first," was Maureen's response.
He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck, "I never want to hurt you."
"It wasn't that bad, only a little at the very beginning." She fluffed his hair, "I liked the rest."
He kissed her. For a moment he remembered another girl. It had been in middle school, the eighth grade; no big deal actually, but he had gotten suspended for it. That girl's name had been Susan, Susan something, maybe Shettle.
Their geography teacher was mad about something; something in the classroom, mad at some of the students. He'd started saying mean things to this girl; talking in ways that weren't illegal, but inappropriate all the same. He kept saying things to this girl about her demeanor and her attitude. He, Cal, remembered the girl's eyes filled with water. She was going to cry. He stood up and said something he shouldn't have to the teacher, something about yelling at him not her, that he could handle it, that she was just a little girl. The teacher sent him to the office where the vice principal suspended him for insubordination. He remembered not even knowing what insubordination meant.
His grandfather had to go to school to get him reinstated. Cal recalled how he was sure his grandfather was going to beat him. In hindsight that shouldn't have made any sense; his grandfather only went after him once, and that was about motorcycles. Still, he was convinced his ass was grass. He should have known better; he should have had more faith, his grandfather stood up for him, defended him, he even dared the vice-principal to do anything more about it. His grandfather had told the vice-principal Cal had only done what he'd been taught; that men took up for women, that the strong defended the weak. He didn't remember what the vice-principal said after that; he was too busy admiring his grandfather. That was when he realized how much he loved that old man.
He remembered there had been another girl too; a girl he'd seen once or twice in high school. The high school he attended had been a big one; it had more than two thousand kids from all over the county. Maureen might have gone there had she been well.
The other girl had been a diminutive little thing, flat chested, good student, assigned to all the accelerated classes, certainly bound for a prestige university. Her name had been Laurie, Laurie Polhaus. Laurie had no idea who Cal was, but Cal knew. She was his half sister, the legitimate child of his biological father.
Somewhere his real father had grown some balls.
He must have gotten a second girl pregnant but had married the second one. Laurie was in the ninth grade when he was a senior so he guessed it made sense. His real father was certainly in college; old enough to take on the responsibility.
Cal had made a point of crossing paths with her a couple times. He didn't want to face her down, tell her who he was; he only wanted to get a good look. He remembered looking into her face had been like staring into a mirror. He thought she saw it too. He knew as soon as he was close enough he couldn't say anything. She was so completely innocent; any confrontation would be senseless cruelty. Still he thought about her from time to time.
Maybe some day they'd meet. He'd never tell her, but he thought it might have been nice to be her friend. It was a silly notion; a child's fantasy.
Cal shook himself back to the present. He squeezed Maureen in close, resting her head on his shoulder. He whispered in her ear, "I want you to feel safe. I'll never let anyone hurt you. No one will ever hurt you."
Maureen had been watching Cal; she knew he'd been off someplace. He had a rich fantasy life; maybe he was remembering?
She kissed his ear, "I do feel safe with you." She felt his body react to that comment, not sexually but in a manly masculine way; his biceps felt like they got larger, his chest expanded, and yes, as far as the sex went, his penis did feel harder.
"Cal you know I love you, but I admire you too."
He twisted his head slightly to catch a glimpse of her face.
She turned slightly toward him, she saw his confused look. She put her right hand on his left cheek and looked down at his throat, "I liked the way you took on those bikers at the tavern, then again later when they caught you on the parking lot how you didn't run, and I'll never forget the guy's bloody nose after he called me gimp."
She took the hand she'd been using to stroke his cheek and held his head in place while she turned hers sideways and kissed him, "You're real special to me."
Cal slipped back on the bed; pulling her along with him. He rolled her over so she was beside him with her back against his chest. He nestled his head in her neck again, "Let's just cuddle awhile."
She pressed back against him. She thought he must be the cuddliest guy on the planet. She liked it.
Cal pressed against her. The covers were in a heap at the bottom of the bed, but it was warm; they weren't needed. He took his left hand and found her right breast; reaching over the right one he found the left and started to gently squeeze her nipple in the palm of his hand. This way he had her left breast crooked in his elbow, while he had her right breast undergoing equally close scrutiny. He was able to press in against her neck and kiss that soft area behind and below her ear. She smelled so good; she felt so soft.
Maureen pushed back against him. His penis was big and hard; it was squeezing up inside and between her ass cheeks. She liked the way it felt; like he was inside her, but not inside her. His body was a hot furnace; he was so hot and dry, he was like her personal electric blanket. She could lie this way all night.
Cal was beginning to overheat. He needed some relief; using his hips he started wriggling his way down along the crevice between her rear cheeks till he got near the bottom. He slowly explored that hidden area between her vagina and rectum till he reached the bottom edge of her woman's cavern. He slowly, carefully, gently pushed upward and inward. He could feel she was hot and wet. He kept pushing.
Maureen immediately noticed Cal's attempts to shift his body. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. Using her hips she moved slightly; encouraging him without usurping his initiative. She felt him reach her cavern's entrance and pushed down slightly.
Together they pushed upward and downward till he'd reached nearly full penetration. He enjoyed her warmth and her all encompassing pressure around and against his penis. She delighted in his deep penetration, the fullness she felt when he was inside her.
For Maureen it wasn't enough. She pulled forward, he slipped out, she spun around so they were facing each other, in an instant she reached down, found his manhood and guided it back inside. She felt him go nearly all the way in.
They were lying sideways; he couldn't quite get all the way in, but it still felt wonderful. He didn't try to undulate or move around. He enjoyed the feeling of being in her, while also being able to hold her closely with both arms.
She pulled him as close as she was physically able. She didn't want any movement, only this continued nearness and the feeling his being so far inside. She squeezed against him as hard as she could. He was so hot, so dry, and he felt so strong.
Cal held her tightly. His hot dry body, her soft breasts pressing against his chest, her muscular legs, she wrapped them around his torso and made him feel completely alive, like a man. He knew he was deep inside, and he loved the sensations; sensations of heat, full scale pressure, and total connectedness.
They lay together, face to face, no words were spoken, only hugging, squeezing, nibbling on ears, kissing necks, fondling and ruffing hair. For several minutes their dance of life continued; this was what it meant to be alive, to be in love.
Cal held on for quite a while, but his need and her passion found the limits of his endurance. He ejaculated!
She felt his semen pour up inside. It welled up deeply in her womb. She gave no thought of her body's sexually ripe condition; making babies, giving birth with Cal had become an important dream of hers. If this was the time, if this were the event that triggered a life inside her; then what better time could there be? She sighed.
He heard her breathy sigh. He instinctively knew her thoughts; their love, their bodies were destined to create a new life, maybe this was the moment.
As Cal's manhood slowly drained away they continued to hold each other tightly. He kept cuddling and fondling her. He loved her so much. Slowly, side by side, deeply in love, holding one another in tight embrace they fell asleep.
If the moment had passed for Cal, it hadn't for Maureen. She'd felt his hot wet manhood pour into her, but beyond the love and joy of the immediacy of that shared moment Maureen realized nothing.
Yet even after his moment of triumph, her loving companion continued to hold her in his strong arms. He persisted in caressing, and washing her with his hot breath, plying her with soft whispered endearments, pressing his powerful grip on the back of her tender neck, using his fingers to continue to play with her hair. He used the warmth of his hot body to press against her receptive flesh; unconsciously impelling her to an increasing sense of womanly urgency.
What followed was no sudden outflow of energy, no fierce tsunami of sexual excitement, but more significantly, Maureen experienced a warmer, more affectionate infusion, the fulsomeness of a purer love. There in bed amid the dying embers of his retreating manliness Maureen realized a deeper, more unfathomable, more profound sense of completion. Her tired body was deluged with the soft rippling rivulets of complete unalterable undiluted cascading waves of absolute sexual and emotional happiness.
Was what Maureen had been an orgasm? Maybe; but the barren, organic, mundane character of that word would have been a tawdry degradation of the beauty of Maureen's singularly special experience.
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Only a few hours before Cal and Maureen's great moment of shared love, Maureen's dad, Travis, a man whose life and destiny had as to be yet be revealed, had received some disquieting news.
Feeling tired and old Travis had sneaked back to town to visit the family doctor. His doctor looked him over and reiterated earlier warnings. Years of constant toil had taken an awful toll.
The results were irrefutable; a once powerfully robust man had been so thoroughly degraded that unless he made some immediate and meaningful life style changes his worn and weary heart would no longer sustain him. He'd reached the limit of his anatomical reserves.
Travis, like Andrea, had worked ceaselessly to provide for their daughter's needs. At first that meant covering huge medical bills, plus begging and borrowing to keep her in a stable home, and later, even as the medical bills continued to pile up, finding the money to send her to the best schools. Maureen's father was dying from exhaustion.
