The summer was going by quickly. It was already the first week in August. Kathy was really enjoying her HR position. We celebrated when she came home, after two weeks, with her first paycheck. That celebration lasted all weekend, much of it in the candle light of our bedroom, or on the raft under the waxing moon, or spread-eagled on one of the picnic tables.
We had kind of settled into a bit of a weekly routine. A couple times we would meet at the local tavern on our way home. We had started to become 'regulars' as we got to know the owners and some of the bartenders. Kathy always drew looks, as her 'work' outfits consisted of conservative skirts, blouses, and even some dresses. Fridays she wore slacks... butt hugging slacks. Our work locations were about twenty minutes apart. We did find a small, and quick place to meet for lunch that was about halfway; although, a 'lunchtime' beer was not something she partook in. Sometimes the guys would join us. Sometimes just Ken. We did find a park where, on nice afternoons, we would pack a picnic lunch and relax in the outdoors. Just the two of us.
Our garden was producing some nice sweet tomatoes and cucumbers. Even the raspberries were producing, when we got to them before the birds found them.
Kathy had never had fresh red raspberries. One afternoon, while picking some, I saw the mischievous grin. The next thing I saw was her standing there, topless with a bright red raspberry stuck on each of her erect nipples. The ones we had picked, never made it to our refrigerator.
We did visit the 'Club', about every Friday and Saturday, where Kathy got her polka time with my dad, again, much to the disappointment of his regular dance partners. They were very interested in hearing about Kathy's job, and the story leading up to it. They loved her like a daughter. We still hadn't dropped our own bomb about Valerie moving in with us. We weren't sure how, or when, to approach that one. We finally decided to just bring Valerie with us after she moved in.
Each of our trips to the 'Club' always ended the same way on the way home. Just like the first time: naked, Kathy spread out across the hood of the car. The vibrations from the running engine against her clit driving her to multiple orgasms as I took her from behind on whatever deserted side road I could find. Her howls of ecstasy filling the quiet country air.
Valerie was still finishing up the final paperwork for the Institute. She hadn't dropped 'The Bomb' yet; but, it wouldn't be long as classes were set to open two weeks after Labor Day. It was going to be two bombs. The first, that she was changing schools and where. The second, when her parents would ask about living arrangements. Valerie wasn't sure how long after all of this came out that she would actually move in with us. For us, we couldn't wait, and we knew Valerie was anxious to move in with her friends.
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As I describe earlier, about the house, it had an original stone fireplace and chimney. At some point, the owners had installed a fan in the chimney that drew air in from the room, heated it, and then blew it back into the room. I had never seen one. My dad said they work pretty well, at least not all the heat went up the chimney.
There were a lot of dead and fallen trees on the property. The landlords and given us permission to clear out as much as we wanted. They welcomed the cleanup effort. It was something they knew they needed to do; but, never got around to it. The cleanup would make a big difference.
My dad came over a few times with his chainsaw and log splitter. He cut the logs into reasonable lengths while Kathy and I loaded, the logs into the back of his truck. Then we also unloaded and stacked into a pile. During the week we would split the logs and stack in one of the unused buildings for winter.
Kathy and I were beat after the first day. My dad barely out of breath. I think that first night we even skipped dinner and went straight to bed. In the morning we each let out groans as we got up. We ached in places where we didn't think we had places. It gave us a good reason to soak in the tub of Epson Salts, not that we needed a reason. It brought back memories of our first shared tub experience at her parents that Thanksgiving.
Valerie had been accepted at the Institute. Her financial package had been approved, and was in place. All she needed to do was drop 'The Bombs'.
Sunday evenings, we would always call Valerie just as the phone rates dropped -- 6:01. She always picked it up on the first ring.
It was the third Sunday in August. Valerie answered the phone. Her voice was energetic. Then she surprised us when she asked if the coming Saturday would be OK for her to move in. Kathy and I both pulled back and looked at each other, then with a pair of grins we each yelled into the phone.
"Yes!!"
She had dropped the bombs the night before and told us that she would give us all the details when she got here. Short story was that, initially things were tense, but after a couple of hours of talking last night, and then some more discussion earlier today, things were good. We relaxed.
We were busy getting ready for Valerie. I helped Kathy, as we did a thorough cleaning. We had been so busy that we hadn't taken any time for 'us'. It seemed that with our jobs during the day and busy in the evenings, we just hadn't. We still had our quiet time in bed before we drifted off to sleep, but that was IT. I was determined to take care of that before Valerie arrived... Friday night.
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As was usual on Friday nights, we met up at the local tavern for some quick bar food, drinks, and to socialize with our new friends. It was fun. Somebody had fed the juke box as Elvis's deep voice filled the bar.
Love me tender,
love me sweet,
I led Kathy over to the small dance floor. We were the only ones there, as I held her tight, her head resting casually on my shoulder. Those luscious firm mounds pressed against my chest.
never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
and I love you so....
The song came to an end. I pulled back and gazed into her soft blue gray eyes.
"I love you, my love," as I kissed her soft lips.
"I love you, my love," as she leaned in and kissed my lips.
We didn't care if we had an audience. We had each other, and that was all that mattered.
"Come on. Let's go home. I'm going to make love to you the only way I know how. Slowly... ever so slowly."
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I suggested that we take showers separately, as I had a surprise. Her eyes lit up.
"I love surprises. Especially your kind of surprises."
Even though it was still dusk, I lit all of the candles, stacked the record player downstairs with our favorite mood records, and the volume such that it provided a gentle background from our room.
Kathy emerged in a towel. Her face glowing, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and softly took my lower lip between hers and nibbled. My hands reached down and softly kneaded her firm little butt cheeks. I heard purrs of contentment, as my hands roamed up her soft bare back.
"You going to tell me what my surprise is?" her eyes full of playfulness.
"It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it? But for starters, put this on, so you can't see," I pulled a dark handkerchief from my pocket. "Then lay down, close to the side of the bed. Your legs open. Your arms above your head. Naked, of course."
