Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 20

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After he fingered her, and licked her ass in the bathtub, Lynne started aching for Leif. Now, when they were kissing, she reached down and grabbed his penis, squeezing it through his jeans. He'd groan for a little while and then push her away.

"I wanna wait a little while longer sweetheart, it'll be nicer for you. I have something I've been meaning to ask anyway," he added.

And he'd brush her off.

She supposed it was only fair, because she'd kept him waiting for so long, with no relief. Maybe now he wanted to tease her, make her ache and beg because he'd been horny for her, for so long, for such a long time that he wanted her to teach her a lesson.

He'd joked that he'd wanted her to rape him. Now when she tried to playfully rape him, he'd playfully push her aside.

If she wanted to have real intercourse with him, she figured now that she needed to seduce him. Show him what she wanted. He'd been trying to tease her, draw out her desire...now she figured he wanted her to lead the seduction. She understood fully now the lessons he'd been teaching her.

God knows she was starting to want him filling her out down there even if it hurt a little getting used to something inside her again. She was beginning to feel a sweet pleasurable ache for him for her between her legs, where he should rest inside, resulting in many, many pairs of soaking wet panties. She thought her panties were wet before, now they creamed so much she was really embarrassed.

She was already so sorry that she'd told Leif to go ahead and have sex with her, because she knew it would make it feel "pleasant". No man wanted to hear that part of him as being "pleasant". They wanted to feel like their woman ached for, and was addicted to that special part. Once again, she'd screwed shit up...because of her weird past, with her religious upbringing and that fucking creep Martin. But now she wanted Leif. Oh how she wanted him.

She'd be working on things around the house, vacuuming, and dreaming about him inside of her. She'd be daydreaming and sometimes he caught her.

He'd even tease her...

"Thinking about sex Lynne. Thinking about my gentle cock, teasing you, stroking in you gently? I think about it too. But you're not ready yet," he'd tease spanking her ass.

Sometimes he'd manhandle her over to the couch, pull down her panties and eat her. He'd finger her to glorious orgasms, telling her that he was teaching her what to do when his cock was buried inside her. They were practicing to get her ready for his cock.

When she'd reach for his belt buckle, and say she wanted the real thing, he'd playfully slap her hands away.

"You're not ready yet," he'd say.

She'd be so frustrated with him she'd cry. Literally. She'd literally cry a few tears of horny frustration. He'd drink her tears, and tell her to be patient. Good sex was worth waiting for...teasing her like this would make it really good sex.

Once he'd even turned her on his knee, and playfully spanked her, when she sassed him about not just doing it with her already, she wanted it, she knew she did, she wanted it way more than she had when she suggested it before. She got buck with him, and started trying to pull his shirt over his head.

He dominated her turned her over his knee like a little girl, spanked her until her bottom was warm and told her, he'd know when she was ready. After he spanked her, her panties were soaking wet. He teased her by her saying she didn't know what she was getting into...teasing him like that.

"You're not ready yet. I'll know when you're ready," he said with a wicked chuckle.

Then he kissed her pink bottom all over with tender kisses where he'd spanked her, before licking her ass, and playing with her pussy while he held her down on his knee until she squealed with her orgasm.

Lynn had never yearned for sex at all before...foreplay yes, but penetration no. But now she was hot for it. Yearned for it. And she was pissed off at him for teasing her, getting her so worked up and not letting her feel that hot thickness. Now she wanted to know what sex with him would feel like. Now the idea of penetration did not repulse her. It filled her with heated longings.

What a mental shift! The man knew exactly what he was doing! Knowing that, he knew what he was doing like that, she felt so erotically attracted to him, and it made her want to give herself more. It bound her to him. Made her worship him in a sense. He had the power, but it was a loving power. Not the kind of power she'd known men to use before. Not abusive power. Tender, erotic power.

"Are you staring.....are you staring at it Lynne. I'll let you touch it later on, if you're a good girl, but now I'm going to touch yours," he said.

He'd get a wicked grin and rub her under her panties until she came.

He was teasing her. Taunting her. Sometimes it made her want to cry. She knew what he was doing, building up a longing in her so strong she wanted to rip his clothes off.

"All I'm doing is for you good sweetheart. My cock will feel so good when you want it bad sweetheart. It's good for you to get frustrated. When we lay down together, your little pussy will ache with pleasure," he murmured kissing her forehead.

***

She loved showing him, that she loved him as much as he showed her that he adored her, bathing her when she was sick, and comforting her, and consoling her, even though he'd turned the tables on her and was teasing her with the temptation of sex.

She'd got Leif a vintage Led Zepplin t-shirt on ebay for his birthday, and guitar pick supposedly owned by Chris Cornell, and a new guitar bag.

Those were all things he said he wanted, when he got a little extra dough. He'd mentioned them on separate occasions, and she remembered them. He looked a little surprised and teary eyed that she'd remembered. Then she gave him a special card that she'd handwritten. He left the room after he started reading it.

She called out after him, but he gruffly said,

"I'm okay, I've got some shit to do in here...Leave me alone for a few minutes. Lynney, I'm busy...don't be so impatient woman,"

But when he said it, his voice was husky.

She then realized the card had moved him to tears and he was ashamed for her to see him get all choked up inside.

But she had only spoken from her heart. There was no reason for him to be ashamed that her love moved him to tears. She was glad he loved her that much. He moved her to tears lots of times when he pleasured her, and at other times.

After he'd returned to the room, his eyes were red, but he'd removed the evidence of his tears. He didn't want her to see him cry. Wanted to appear tough, and manly. She understood.

He simply said,

"That card, was so beautiful Lynne, and I'm glad I make you so happy baby. You make me happy too, and you're gonna see it soon. And you're gonna know it. I promise," he said and he innocently kissed the crown of her hair.

She fixed his favorite treat, that Creole Gumbo for dinner.

She was filling his bowl with seconds before he had to ask.

Belly full.

And soon, it would be balls empty for him.

***

There was a day when the dam finally busted within her. When she started to come out of her shell, and learned, to seduce Leif, the same way he'd gloriously seduced her.

It was a Saturday, and pouring down rain, and Lynne was glad for that. She loved any excuse for them to stay in and play. He made her body feel good and her knees go weak. She wanted to do the same for him, make his knees go weak with pleasure and joy.

How her life had changed over the past year and a half. A year and a half ago, she would have been outside on a Saturday in that pouring rain, trying to convert "sinners." Now she knew that those "sinners" were people too. Everyone was a "sinner". And hell, sinning with Leif felt so good, that she wasn't so much worried about the afterlife. It would be fine when it got here, but she enjoyed the present life. When he caressed her, when he kissed her, when he licked her with his tender mouth, it felt like a religious experience.

She was so glad she left that strict church life behind. The life she was living now, with Leif, loving her unconditionally, was the real life. She looked out at the pouring rain.

Leif was watching her in the window. She could feel his eyes on her. He watched her when he didn't think she noticed, and it made her feel so pretty and sexy. She did the same thing with him. Watched his thick arms, and his tight little ass as he moved around the house. Watched him shirtless, flanked in jeans, fresh from the shower, water droplets drying on those thick, sexy pectorals of his. Teasing her, and tempting her as they went about their daily chores.

"God has decided that she wants me to stay in and please you today," he said with a chuckle.

She turned around on her heel to see if she was hearing him right, and that he had indeed said that God was a she.

She was curious about Leif's philosophies on a lot of things. One of the things that she loved about him were their deep discussions and spirited debates. They listened to each other's opinions about various topics, and enjoyed a good exchange of different viewpoints. It was very different from the way things were encouraged in her former life. In her old church, a woman had whatever job she wanted to outside the home, as long as it was respectable, not something like singing. But, when she came home, the man was the boss. She'd had her spirited debates with her father before, but some subjects were immutable and not up for discussion. Subjects such as whether God was male or female in his spirit image, what the role of a woman should be in the church, and whether or not women and men were created to be equal in the home were forbidden, and not to be discussed.

Leif was completely different. He wanted to hear what she had to say on all topics, and especially controversial ones. It was the hippie in him. If she had good reasons, he'd agree with her and change his mind. If he didn't agree, or had more experience with her, he'd patiently reason with her, to help her see his point of view. If she didn't change her viewpoint, he wasn't the least bit perturbed, like her father, and Martin were. Leif didn't view disagreements as a threat to his masculinity. Leif liked her spunk.

Leif told her he loved talking to her. He'd had a stuttering problem when he was younger, and it had resulted in people treating him as though he was stupid. His blonde hair and good looks did not help either. But Lynne listened to him, and he told her that he appreciated that she never threw her considerable education in his face, or anyone else's. He'd never known such a humble brainiac.

And she'd never known such an open-minded soul. She was fascinated by his opinions on politics, women's rights, the treatment of minorities, philosophy and religion. Although Leif hadn't been to college, and had some stuttering issues which had made him shy to speak up in class when he was in school, he read voraciously, so his opinions were not just talking out of his ass like her father had been doing when she was growing up. It used to annoy her the way her father would talk out of his ass about certain topics, without a valid opinion to back himself up, and didn't even want to listen to Lynne's reasoned facts.

Her father thought she thought she was too smart, since she'd gone to Yale. But it had nothing to do with Yale. She had no problem with respecting someone's well-read opinion, and didn't give a shit where they went to college, or if they'd only finished the eighth grade. She simply liked people to have invested the time to read before formulating an opinion, or at least have sound reasons for coming to certain conclusions. Leif read up on the things he'd spoken about. He also came up with some sound reasoning's for his viewpoints. He may not have been to college, but he was a smart man.

So, when Leif referred to God as a She, naturally she was curious. Obviously, having been to college she was exposed to the idea that God may take on many different forms, and that His deity could be expressed in many fashions, and even that some believed in polytheistic Gods. But it had never been safe for her to express such things, the things she was learning in her college world, with her parents, nor had she ever given much stock to these radical views touted by her history of religion and philosophy professors. The ideas seemed a little bit scary and uncomfortable to her, just so different than the way she was raised.

She and Leif didn't talk about God much, but they definitely talked about religion. Lynne felt guilty about lapsing and not going to church, even though she hated the faith she was raised in, she felt she should be finding another church home, but Leif had patiently reasoned with her that God wasn't found in a church, he was found in your heart, and your soul. One way to find God was within the bible, not necessarily with organized, and man-made religion. He emphasized that she might find God there, but she may not. And there were other books that led to God. Not just the Christian bible. The Koran, the Torah, and other books led to him as well, even if Leif mentioned being more familiar with the bible himself.

She was fascinated- but she didn't necessarily agree. However, these differences were some of the spark that made their bond so exciting. He was a complete hippie when it came to his views on religion and God. He'd even given her a book about exploring faith, and the commonalities in all great religions. She'd devoured the book and they had great discussions on it. What she loved the most was the way that sexy man would stare deeply, and meltingly in her eyes, ask her what she thought of it, and he really wanted her to tell him. When she told him, he told her that her brains made her even fucking sexier.

His brain, made him sexy to her as well.

And she was curious about this God being a "she" shit.

"Did you say...She, when you were talking about God," said Lynne.

"Yeah, I did Lynney. Why?" he asked playfully raising his eyebrows at her.

She could tell that they were about to get involved in a mentally stimulating conversation. So she went and sat beside her hippie boyfriend on the couch, waiting to hear what philosophy this was that he had. He was so different from any man she'd ever known and she loved it!

"Because...because I never thought of God as She. I mean Leify the bible says 'He' when it talks about God. And it's pretty clear on it too," she said softly.

"Yeah...Yeah I know it does. But there are many faiths that think that God might be a She. I'm actually of the opinion that since God is a spirit, that it doesn't have a sex. Like, Ghosts aren't male or female...not the way we are But I do believe that God has certain characteristics, which personify him and stuff. Well, look at it this way, I find it hard to believe, when I look at the way God made women the mothers of the earth, and life flows through you little women, that...well that...if I refer to God it has to be He. If he makes women the mother's sometimes God might be a she. I use both Lynne-y. Sometimes he, sometimes she," he said softly, reflectively.

"I like that. Politically correct with your God pronouns. That's kinda sexy and liberal Leif," she chuckled.

"You would laugh at me. That's that strict upbringing of yours. But I have to say Lynne...you didn't see your beige flesh naked when I was bathing you. At least you can't look at your little body the way I do. If you looked at a woman's body the way a man does, you'd say, there's no way in hell that I can't entertain the possibility that God might possibly be a she. He made your naked little body look like a Goddess, and these little bodies you women have, have been getting men into a whole hell of a lot of trouble for centuries," he added with a chuckle.

Lynne laughed. She laughed so hard she snorted. Then she said-

"Well, I don't know Leif. I mean, I will agree with you that the naked woman's body is really beautiful. I'm not talking about my body, just bodies in general, although you are sweet and flattering, but yeah, the swell of the breasts, the hips, the ass, the long limbs, we women are something to look at naked...but I think...I think you men are something special to look at too. And I think...I think if we are going to have a debate like this Leif, that, you need to let me see you naked, fully naked, the way I was naked when you gave me a bath a few days ago, and I'll give you my verdict, on whether the male body is beautiful enough to be considered godlike. I'll say this- I've seen that sexy chest of yours, and those thick ass arms, and they make me entertain the possibility that, He might be a man as well. I believe your wonderful body is made in his image. So...stand up and let me undress you," murmured Lynne softly.

A grin played on his lips.

"Oh woman, you are tempting me and I-"

She held a finger to his lips.

"This is to settle a debate. You said my body is beautiful, and that makes you believe that God is a She. I'm telling you that what I see of your body is beautiful so far, and he might be a He. I'm asking you to let me see your beautiful body, to settle this debate. Besides, I've wanted to see you completely naked since I hid behind the dumpster when you were singing and I saw your muscly back. Even then, I imagined what all of it looked like. Stand up before me," she cried softly placing her hand in his and pulling him up from the couch.

"Lynne, sweetheart," he groaned. Lynne pulled and licked, and suckled his lips.

"Shhh...no talking. Just settle the bet Leify," she groaned passionately sucking his ear.

"I just want to see this sexy body of yours, because I'm convinced that your body is beautiful too. And that...that you're made in his image too," she whispered into his mouth.

He stood, so tall above her, and she saw him rock back on his heels, and even though he was much taller than her, and obviously stronger, she felt him surrender to her.

"Oh Lynne, you make me feel so good," he murmured as she toyed with the hem of his T-shirt, kissing him around his belly button.

Then she started kissing around his narrow, rippled waist. She lifted his shirt further, and licked in the furrow of his belly button.

She heard him chuckle with joy and felt his fingers tighten in her hair.

Her heart delighted to hear him, just chuckling with joy. He made her feel so good she giggled freely when he was loving her, with his gentle lips and tongue. A joyful chuckle, full of pleasure. His was just more masculine. It was delightful to have the same effect on him, as she undressed him.

He helped her by peeling his shirt off of his shoulders the rest of the way.

And damn it, he was so beautiful to her, water lined her eyes. He was hard, and solid, broad chest, rippled stomach, narrow waist, and a small smattering of curly blonde hair, starting under his belly button and hinting at what must be beyond.

And those thick ass arms! Lynne was swooning.

"I...I think this stomach of yours, and this chest of yours, is like a Greek God," she murmured.

Now, he chuckled and was bashful.

"Are you getting shy my Leify? That's damn adorable. You're, you're sexy as hell Leif, and you have been, since the moment I saw you standing on the stoop out there in the cold," she added softly.

"I don't think...I don't think God makes us as yummy as your little bodies though," he said softly.

"Oh now, I don't know. What about these huge, sexy ass arms of yours? Again, the Greek Mythology. Do you, Do you remember those myths? And, since you believe God can be found in almost everything...then why...why...might it not be found in a perfect body like yours. His divinity might be also reflected in a male body. You couldn't sculpt a more perfect body than that body you have," she moaned, kissing his bicep.