(Fictional story about fictional characters)
(A stand-alone story)
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Setting her cell phone down on the kitchen counter, Penny turned to Leonard, who had just entered the apartment, and posed the question, "I bet you can't guess where we're going to be two weekends from now?"
"Well, as long as there is a bed and you in the equation...I'm in," he grinned and patted her incredibly firm ass cheek, which was clad in her favorite black leggings.
Smiling widely, she quipped, "you little horn dog...Bernadette was sure wrong on this one."
"Which one is that," he asked, pecking her on the cheek.
"She told me that once we were married, the sex drive would diminish and we would start taking each other for granted," she answered.
"How sad for her that she married that wimp Howard, and you held out for Iron Man," Leonard chuckled, pumping his chest out.
Laughing easily, Penny told him, "easy there my little stud muffin...don't hurt yourself. You know I love our friends, but I still can't believe she married Howard...he was always so sleazy."
"Yeah I know...believe me I know...but he does have a big heart," Leonard offered, "and he is very loyal."
"Yeah so is a dog," Penny said, "and they're probably easier to house-train."
"Anyway...I could never take for granted the woman of my dreams," Leonard confessed, "every day I feel thankful that you're in my life."
"Stop it or you'll make me cry," she commanded.
"Sooo...back on track...where will we be in two weeks," Leonard asked.
"Oh yeah...," she informed him, "we will be in Nebraska for my parents 35th anniversary party."
"Kind of short notice isn't it," he observed.
"You know Randall," she explained, "his brain is so fried that it's a miracle he remembers his own name. It's not a problem is it?"
"Heck no...you know I love your parents. Your mother is more of a mother to me than my own, and your father has been in my corner since day-one. Every time you dumped me, he encouraged me not to give up," Leonard confessed.
"Daddy did always know what was best for me," Penny laughed, "especially in this case. I guess he recognized a super-hero in disguise. I think you were the first boyfriend he ever approved of. You know when I called to tell them that I had eloped and gotten married, the first words out of his mouth were; "please tell me it's Leonard.'"
A couple days later, while she was doing yoga at home, Penny's phone rang and when she answered it, she was surprised by the familiar greeting, "hi Slugger."
"Hi Daddy," she exclaimed, and the first thought that went through her head was that her brother Randall had spilled the beans about the surprise party, "what's up...how are you."
"I'm pretty good Slugger...how are you," he inquired.
"I'm good Daddy," she answered.
"And my favorite son-in-law," he continued.
"He's good too," she smiled remembering the conversation they had just had, "what's up Daddy."
"Well the reason I called is that I just found an envelope addressed to you. I was searching for the remote and this letter must have fallen down behind the couch before we could forward it...it's postmarked three months ago...sorry," he admitted.
"Well who's it from," she wanted to know.
"Someone named Meagan, it says on the return address...I think you went to school with her."
"That's odd...I haven't heard from her in years," Penny mused, "would you open and read it for me."
"Sure thing...oh, your class is having a 15 year reunion and they want you to attend. The RSVP date was last week though...sorry, again. She has a phone number," and he read it to her as she jotted it down. They chatted about the letter and other nonsense for a few more minutes and then hung up; the subject of the anniversary never arising.
When Leonard came home and plopped his keys in the bowl by the front door, Penny threw her arms around his neck and planted a big wet kiss firmly on his puckered lips. "I'm almost afraid to ask what warranted that welcome," he admitted.
"Just glad to see my man," Penny giggled as he looked over the top of his glasses at her, "but if you must know, I need to ask you a favor."
"Ask away my queen," Leonard ceremoniously bowed.
"How would you like to spend an entire week at my parents...well, not at the farm, but at a motel near there," she asked.
"Well, I'm not opposed to the idea as long as it's the week before the anniversary party and not the week after...that's the week the university asked Sheldon and I to speak at a symposium at Berkeley...remember...or as you labeled it: the snooze-fest," he reminded her.
"Holy crap on a cracker, I totally forgot about that," she confessed, "I guess I was hoping it would go away. Here's the thing: the week after the party, my high school class is having its 15th reunion. I just found out about it from my father and I already called to say I would attend. Normally I would have no desire to see my old classmates, but our senior year we won the state football championship, and all my old cheerleader squad will be there. According to the Alumni Association newsletter my father read to me, they have something planned every day for a week, with a big dinner on Saturday."
"Wow, your little school won the state championship; that's impressive," Leonard said, knowing she had attended a small high school outside of Omaha.
"Oh, it was Class D...not the same as the big boys. Kind of ironic that I went to Lincoln High; but it was near Omaha, not Lincoln," she mumbled, "but they probably have a Lincoln High in Lincoln too."
"Well, it sounds like a big deal," Leonard stated, "how about if we go to the anniversary party and I'll hang out for a couple days and then fly home by myself...you can stay for the big festivities and then come home. I really am looking forward to seeing your folks again, and maybe you can show me some of your old stomping grounds."
Throwing her arms around his neck again, she declared, "you are the best husband ever...just for that, I may have to pay a visit to Victoria's Secret this week." Later that night while Leonard was sitting at his desk working on his laptop, he heard Penny's cheerful voice from the hall: "because you've been such a good sport about all this Nebraska stuff, you're in for a surprise." He barely paid attention, engrossed in the description of a new video game, until she raced around the corner into the living room, dressed in her old cheerleader's outfit and began to chant, "Leonard, Leonard, he's my man...if anyone can please me Leonard can." While cheering, she had gone through the entire array of cheer-leading moves: waving her pom-poms over her head and performing high kicks, before ending in a wide split on the floor.
"Oh...my...God," Leonard gasped, "you are soooo hot." And she was! The uniform still fit her like a glove, her curves filling out all the right places. It was obvious that her breasts had grown, because the wonderful, obviously bra-less, globes threatened to flop out of the confines of her crop-top. When she had done a high kick, Leonard had noticed that she was wearing one of her skimpiest thongs; a string really; and he called her on it, "are those the regulation issue panties for that uniform?"
"You caught that did you," she coyly responded as she advanced toward him and then straddled the desk chair and sat in his lap facing him, "no...these are just for the benefit of my favorite hero."
"It's definitely a nice touch," he grinned, "you are sooo beautiful," and he leaned forward, cradling her head in his hands and kissed her passionately.
When he began to nibble on her long, graceful neck, she squirmed on his lap feeling his erection bulging against his pants. "You know that drives me crazy," she groaned as his teeth nipped at her ear. Reaching down between them, Penny frantically unzipped his trousers and, with some difficulty, fished his throbbing hard-on out through his fly. It was her favorite cock of all time (and she had sampled plenty): nearly nine eight inches (yes, she had measured it), and incredibly fat. She had often thought that it was the perfect size for her. Wiggling her body around on his lap, she pulled her barely-there thong aside and shoved her body forward, impaling herself on his log. "Oh God," she moaned, feeling his girth stretch her juicy lips."
"Hoooly shit," Leonard reacted as his prick was squeezed by her hot, wet tunnel.
They just sat there motionless for a couple minutes just enjoying the sensation. It was almost as if they were communicating telepathically as they hugged each other tightly. Then, "fuck me baby...fuck your little wife," she begged, moving her body back and forth. Leonard began to thrust his hips upward, burying his cock as far up her hole as he could. "Ohhh yeah," she groaned, writhing on his lap. He surprised her by using his feet to shove against the floor, sending the desk chair scooting across the room with them along for the ride. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, "that was so great...why have we never done that before."
"I told you once before...I'm a romance-ninja...full of surprises," he grinned as he nibbled her ear lobe and ground his groin up into her.
