This is a continuation of Parts 1 and 2 of "Donna from Daycare." For more details about how and why this happy couple starts out in bed in her apartment, and for more information on their backgrounds and general information, please read those two parts.
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Knowing they had to get out of bed and be responsible people, and wanting to do so were two different matters. For a long time, Kevin and Donna happily lay together in her Murphy bed, either of them whispering to the other how wonderful he or she was. If possible, they would have lain there together until the Twelfth of Never, which would have been a long, long time but, even if there were such a date, they had to get back to their more mundane lives.
"Kevin," Donna whispered. "That was the most wonderful sensation I have ever had. I felt as if I were floating, and my entire body was filled with joy. I still feel that way, especially lying here with you."
"That's good, Sweetheart, and that's the way you should always feel after making love. That's called cumming or having an orgasm, and I felt the same way, and still do." The term of endearment came out as naturally as his profession of love had earlier, and felt as right as everything else that they had just been doing.
"An organism? Will I always have one like that? I hope so. It was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt!"
"An orgasm it's called and, yes, I certainly hope you do too. And I hope you have many more of them with me, for the rest of out lives."
He wasn't actually proposing marriage, but he had already thought about spending the rest of his life with the delightful woman who was cuddling in bed with him. Those thoughts always made Kevin feel warm and comfortable all over, and they were doing it then, because that was truly what he wanted to do. However, even if he had been willing to get married again, particularly to somebody he had known for such a short time, his divorce from Carla, his first wife, wouldn't become final for more than six months.
Kevin and Donna were both feeling warm and comfortable all over, in the afterglow of making slow, sweet love, but they finally forced themselves to get out of bed. Unabashedly, the two completely nude people, neither of them wanting to keep anything from the other, slid off the mattress to stand on the worn carpet and began trying to put their clothing back on. They were very pleasantly hampered in this effort because they - literally - couldn't keep their hands off each other, nor did they want to.
Either of them had been deprived of any romance or even any adult affection since the ends of their respective marriages, and neither had received more than a minimum of that vital essence even while married. The two happy people continued stroking and caressing each other, tenderly and lovingly, although not especially erotically. They had spent the last few hours doing a lot of the latter, and they were tacitly looking forward to doing even more in the very near future, and every time after that they could. However, right at that moment, they had certain very important responsibilities to be fulfilled.
In spite of the distractions, Donna eventually got her panties and Bermuda shorts back on while Kevin was donning his boxer shorts and jeans. She handed him her bra and turned her back, wanting him to hook her bra behind her. Instead, he snuggled up next to her voluptuous ass and reached around to gently squeeze her lovely plump breasts.
Donna giggled. "No, Silly. I want you to hook my bra for me." However, she made no effort to push his hands away from where they were fondling her.
Reluctantly, he removed them, and set het bra where he thought it should go. Donna adjusted it and nestled her breasts into the cups while Kevin looked at the hooks and tried to figure out how to connect them. It was actually quite simple and he was reasonably intelligent, so he was able to solve the puzzle and complete the task in slightly more than a minute. She turned to face him, and the two newly-minted lovers spent another long time hugging and kissing and caressing before resuming their dressing. He put his shirt back on while she slipped into her blouse and they both went to sit on the love seat to put their shoes on. Because of the many fond memories already adhering to that old piece of furniture, this may have been a mistake, and there were a multitude of kisses and much more fondling before they were finally ready to leave.
On the familiar drive to Kevin's apartment, Donna sat in her bucket seat and leaned toward him, her head resting on his shoulder and her hands on his thigh. He leaned in her direction as much as safety would permit, wanting to make his shoulder as available as possible and to smell her hair, which he found extremely pleasing. They talked openly of the love either of them felt for the other and had confessed, but Kevin also made a more practical suggestion.
"If Fred or Wilma asks, which I don't think they will, we have to be able to tell them which movie we'll pretend we went to. I don't really like the idea of lying to them, because they are so nice, but I also don't want to scandalize them either."
The conspirators decided on a movie they had both seen, which was the appropriate length and had been advertised in the newspaper they had scanned before leaving the apartment. Both of them were quite sure there would be no interrogation, but they wanted to get their stories straight, in case one of them happened to make some observation or other that couldn't fit with what they had supposedly been doing. By the time they had decided what they would say, they had arrived at Kevin's apartment building, and he parked in the garage. They sat there kissing for several minutes before they finally got out of the car and Kevin escorted Donna up to his apartment.
When they entered, the volunteer baby sitters were on a sofa, watching a sitcom rerun on his television and Fred was drinking a bottle of Kevin's expensive imported beer. The greetings were affectionate and the questions minimal. "Did you enjoy the movie?" Wilma asked, and smiled at the affirmative answer she received.