Chief William Morris turned off the television and sat up on the edge of the bed. His wife, Annie, had been right. Penny was easily seduced. What surprised him most of all was how much it turned him on, watching them together. The old jealousy did not resurface, maybe because the other woman was Penny and not a stranger. Covering his face with his hands, he replayed their naked, entwined bodies. The vision of his two lifelong loves in each other's arms went far beyond erotic.
When it was over, Penny had waved goodbye to herself on TV. She'd obviously enjoyed watching their performance. He would've never guessed she could be so uninhibited. What would Penny think if she knew he had watched them together?
Earlier in the evening, Annie had dared him "Watch us for a while. If she's really into it, then come join in... that is, if you're UP for it."
Well, Willie's dick had been up for it all right, but he didn't have the backbone to move him in there. Afraid Penny might freak out, he wouldn't risk losing her friendship. The fact that Penny didn't seem to have the same concern about having sex with his wife never crossed Willie's rattled mind. His wife was just an irresistible force of natural and unnatural urges. His thoughts switched to Annie, and what she would want when she came to bed. She'd probably want to fuck like wild dogs. He was definitely ready, and needed the release.
Muffled footsteps entered the room and the bed shifted under someone's weight. Without looking, Willie asked, "How was it?"
"Incredible."
Chief Willie spun around, shocked to hear Penny's voice. She sat on the other side, facing the door, her bare back expanded and contracted with rapid breaths. At first, he didn't know what to say. But knowing Annie's recent predilection, he quickly put the pieces together. "You're okay with this?"
"I am... if you are," came the whispered reply.
He let the question hang in the air, unable to confirm or deny his lust. The desire for Penny had always been there, a tickle in the recesses of his mind. She had remained an unfulfilled promise that had affected his life in so many ways. Her unsolved rape twenty years ago made him a cop today.
When they were eighteen, infatuation ruled their bodies. But they never had the chance to see each other completely naked, although headed in that direction, like trains gaining speed after they'd left the station. Still virgins, they'd played around the edges for months, building momentum. Then, in one horrible moment, their desire to learn the secrets of sexual pleasure in each other's arms had been violently stolen away. Strangely, this moment felt like a second chance. The old, latent excitement returned. For once in his life Willie decided he would not do the right thing. He swung his legs onto the bed and knelt behind Penny. "Is Annie coming?"
In a breathy rush, Penny gave a one-word answer. "Watching."
Willie paused to consider what this meant for the future and then leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "There's no microphone. We can say anything, and she won't hear." He placed his hands on Penny's shoulders and she jumped. "Are you afraid of me?"
She was quiet for so long, he didn't think she was going to answer. "No, I just feel like a kid again. I've always wondered how it would've been with you."
He began to lightly knead her shoulders. "I know what you mean. I feel the same way. I've always felt cheated by..." He couldn't complete the thought aloud.
But Penny could. "The rape?"
"Yes." He slipped his hands into her hair and massaged her scalp. "You used to like this."
She sighed, and huskily said, "Still do. You haven't lost your touch."
Years of restrained emotion boiled inside Willie. Afraid to release it, afraid to indulge an uncontrollable fantasy, he hedged, "I've thought about you, prayed for you, so many times over the years. I was really happy when I heard you were married."
Letting her head tip with the motion of his hands, she asked, "Why?"
He pulled back on her shoulders and lowered her down. "Because, it made me think you had gotten better, that you were happy, and..." Once again he couldn't finish.
Penny opened her eyes and caught his gaze wandering over her. "And?"
Willie smiled his warmest smile. "...And finally able to enjoy what we started," he said, and bent to kiss her. Penny's lips parted invitingly and they lingered in the sweetness.
When they separated, tears ran down her cheeks.
He asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"
A trembling hand reached up and cupped his cheek. "You were always so adorably gentle. I'm glad you taught me how to enjoy a man's touch before the rape. Without the wonderful memory of what we shared, I may never have wanted to know what real love felt like. I might've been too messed up to try."
Willie's eyes flooded with uncontrollable emotion. "I wish... I wish I'd stopped at the motel that night. Maybe, if I had--"
"Hush." She pulled him back down and kissed him hard, her fingers tangled in his hair.
The kiss grew until the heartache was replaced by pleasant memories and recent passion. Willie stroked her hair, and asked, "Remember our first kissed?"
Penny smiled up. "Of course I do. The night at the pond. God, I wanted you to touch me so bad, and all you did was kiss me and give me a little tongue. That was the first time I'd ever seen a bulge in a boy's pants. I had to fold my hands in my lap to keep from feeling you." Not so self-conscious now, her fingers lightly traced down his stomach, over his awakening cock, and then rested on top of his thigh.
Willie's eyes wander down, and he said, "One of my favorite memories was the night you showed me your breasts." He studied them, recapturing his boyhood affection. They were larger and sagged a little now, but just as enticing. "There's nothing like your first pair of real boobs. You acted shy and excited, all at once." He slid his palm up her stomach to cradle one. Penny's giggle encouraged him to use both hands. "I remember how soft they were and how afraid I was I'd hurt you. I remember the look on your face, how your eyes closed when something felt really good." Willie twirled her nipples with his fingertips and she closed her eyes, just like before.
She whispered, "I remember how wonderful it felt. I was swept away. You seemed to know just what to do. I don't think I would've stopped you that night. I wanted to know your touch everywhere." Her hand moved from his leg to lightly finger his erection. She tickled the crown, until he became fully hard. Her eyes remained closed and he knew she was reliving the past, as well. "I remember the first time I saw your penis, and its size shocked me. I didn't think you'd ever fit." Her fist wrapped around his cock and pumped slowly. "But I wanted to find out," she said, meeting his gaze with the unashamed confession of lust.
Wetness on Willie's fingers caught his attention. Milk leaked from Penny's right nipple. He slid flat onto his stomach and put his arms around her, pulling her close. The new position broke Penny's tantalizing grip and he was glad for that. This moment in time was not to be rushed. It was to be savored for the ages.
