The next week Kathy spent time with Robert, honing her interviewing skills. She had two interviews toward the end of the week, with two, maybe four, the following week. Robert told her of his strategy with the companies she was going to meet with.
The first two were ones that were actually looking for someone with experience. He had convinced them to give her an interview. His real plan, which he kept to himself for now, was for these first two to be ones where she could practice and get rid of the nervousness. Give her some confidence before going into the ones that he thought she really had a good shot at, and that were better companies.
She was on cloud nine, and I was the willing recipient of her exuberance.
I came home on Thursday, the day of her first interview, to find her sitting at the picnic table with a forlorn look, and an almost empty glass of wine. It was a look I had never seen on her. I could tell she had been crying.
I didn't even change. I hurried to her, sat right next to her, put my arm around her. She moved close and rested her head against my shoulder.
"I didn't do very well at my interview."
She sniffled. She was on the verge of more tears.
"It was different than sitting in Robert's office and going through his questions. I think as soon as I started to fill out the application in the lobby, that it hit me... this was real. This wasn't just going to be pretend... this was real.
"By the time I sat down across from the two that were going to conduct the interview, I was a bundle of nerves."
I could feel tears on my shirt as she sniffled again and wiped away a tear. Kathy was not used to doing poorly in anything, and she never did. This shook her confidence to her core. I just held her and listened.
"I couldn't even answer the simplest of questions that I had practiced with Robert on. That I knew how to respond. At one point, one of the interviewers, I can't even remember their names, asked me if this was my first interview. When I said 'yes' he just said he understood. That to just relax. They were just people, trying to find the right person for the position.
"Then he added, 'You'll remember this moment, wherever you wind up. In whatever HR department you work for. When you do your first interview with a candidate. When you interview a candidate when it's their first interview. You'll be reminded of what they are going through. It's a growing process.'"
"Did you go back to Robert's office afterwards?" as I gently stroked her back, and ran my hand through her hair.
"Yes. He made sure to tell me to stop by afterwards so we could talk about it."
"And?"
"He could tell I was a bit shaken. He smiled at me and said he kind of expected that to happen. It always does. He told me that this was basically a practice interview. No big deal. Then he told me pretty much the same thing the guy at that company did. As I was leaving, he told me to chalk it up to experience. Go home and have some wine. That the one tomorrow would be better. So, I did. And here I am," pulling back to look at me through her red puffy eyes.
I kissed her forehead, pulled her to her feet, and held her... and held her. I scooped her up into my arms, carried her into the house, and laid her down on our bed. Neither of us uttering a sound.
Kathy watched as I slowly undressed, and then laid back as I slowly removed her shirt, shorts, and tiny panties. My lips meeting hers. My tongue bathing each tender nipple, before moving to taste her.
I made slow and tender love to the love of my life. Hoping and praying that I could make everything: all her fears, doubts, insecurities, and troubles disappear. To pull them out of her body and replace everything with all the confidence and resolve that I knew she possessed.
We laid intertwined and basked in the after-glow of our joining. Our bonding. Our reuniting.
"Thank you, my love," her lips meeting mine, "This is why I love you so much. You knew exactly what I needed. I needed to be close to the one that I love. To feel your trust and confidence in me."
"I'll always be here for you, Kathleen Marie, my love."
It was the first time I had used her middle name.
"I know," as she snuggled closer.
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Friday, I came home to 'my girl'. The smile was there. Her exuberance had returned, as I was on the receiving end of a full body hug, followed by a full-blown toe curling kiss.
We went down to the corner tavern for some drinks, bar food, and dancing.
The drive back, once again, found Kathy topless and then bottomless. My right arm around her, cupping her firm little mound... rolling and pinching the erect nipple. Her hands digging into my shorts trying to free my rigid member.
Skidding to an abrupt halt outside the back door, Kathy grabbed the flashlight that I kept in the glove box, and made a mad dash toward the water. By the time I got my shorts off, she was a good ten feet in front of me. I had an idea of where this was heading... a good old fashion fucking.
I heard splashing as she ran into the water. The flashlight being discarded on the sand, still shining.
By the time I got to the raft, I found Kathy on her elbows and knees, with her cute white bottom pointing right at me. Unfortunately, the cool water had taken its toll. The erection I enjoyed minutes ago... vanishing. My scrotum pulling up, desperately seeking warmth. I hate 'shrinkage'.
"Come on big boy... and I do hope he's big. Otherwise, I might have to do some work on him."
I stood in front of her as she came up to sit on her knees.
"I think I can fix this. I
know
I can fix this," the whiteness of her teeth shining through the grin.
I gasped as suddenly the sensitive cold head was enveloped in the hot wet furnace of her mouth. Her one hand reaching up to cup that shrunken ball of tight flesh, as the other frantically moved to her clit.
Thirty seconds later, my hard cock throbbed in her hand, "See. I
knew
I could fix it."
Turning back to her previous position, "Now... your dick in my pussy. All the way... Right now!!!"
In one stroke I buried myself, as I heard, "Oh
shit
... God, I love how you just take me. Come on, now. Fuck me... Fuck me hard."
My hands on her hips, occasionally leaning over her to reach around and firmly roll her erect nipple between my fingers.
"Yes... pinch my nipple... harder."
I set into a firm 'fucking' motion. She let out gasps of air at each stroke, almost like I was driving the air out of her lungs with each deep plunge of my hard cock into that warm pussy of hers.
Her hand between her legs as she brought herself to her own precipice of pleasure.
We were each in our own world of pleasure. This was not 'joining'. It was not 'bonding'. It was primal screwing... Fucking.
"I'm going to cum," I panted.
"Me too... I'm close... wait for me."
I slowed a bit; but, reached around and firmly pinched her nipple. The effect was instantaneous. The walls of her canal tightened and rippled as her orgasm pulsed and ripped through her body. Her primal cry into the still night was like a wolf howl. Mine followed, as I buried myself deep and filled her love cavity with my thick sperm.
We collapsed in a panting heap.
Moving to my back, Kathy draped her used body over mine.
