Phoenix Ch 03 1

Thank you for the support and encouragement to keep going. I would like to thank J.Storm for all the hard work that they put into my continued creation. They have put a lot of work in their free time to make my story something more. Any mistakes or errors that may still be in here are entirely mine.

All Characters in this story are 18+ years old. This is going to continue to be a slow burn story with the intent of doing multiple chapters, having the main characters go through many steps heading to forever, maybe.

This is the third Chapter and feedback is most welcome. So please let me know what you think, I read all the comments and any PM's so feel free. One final note, voting does helps.

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Edward drove down the road for a few minutes to the only other driveway on this side of the lake, the Carter's, friends of the family for many years. He pulled up to their winterized cottage. It was much like his, but a little more rustic looking. He got out and knocked on the door, an older man came up to the door, opening it.

"Ed! What are you doing here?" the man asked, surprised.

"Hi Bill. I thought I would come over to check on you two and make sure you're still doing OK out here by yourselves," Edward said, shaking the man's hand, as Bill invited him inside.

"Betty and I are doing fine, not much has changed in four weeks since you were last here checking on us." Bill said, then yelled out "Betty, Edward is here for a visit."

"Ed, what are you doing here, it's your vacation, and you never leave the cottage," said a short, gray haired lady coming around the corner of their living room.

"Hi Betty, how are you doing?" Edward asked, as she gave him a big hug.

"We are fine, as always, not much changes out here, which you know is the way we like it." She paused looking at him "but I don't think that you're doing OK."

"Betty, you seen him for five seconds, how do you know something is wrong?" Bill asked his wife.

Laughing, she patted him on the cheek, "Anyone with a brain can see that he's hurting! Edward, come on in and sit down and we can talk about it. Bill, this man needs a drink," Betty said, heading back to the living room with Edward in tow. They sat as Bill came in a few minutes later with three scotches, and took his regular old, beat up seat.

"OK, Ed did you want to do some small talk or get to the reason you have interrupted your vacation to visit us?" Betty asked in the way that only she could.

"Alright, you know me too well and for too long, I guess we can get to it." Edward chuckled, shaking his head.

"What are you two talking about?" Bill asked, looking back and forth between the other two.

"It's OK dear, try and keep up while Ed and I figure out what's wrong." Betty patted his leg, "OK Ed, get to it"

"Well, I met someone, well I guess that I kinda rescued her." Edward started. He went through how they met, where she was now, some of the background info that he knew. He told her about the swings in her reactions, the connection he was feeling with her, and even some of the fun time they had, but none of the details. He continued to tell them about the hot tub this morning, and her reaction to the events, but again left out some of the blow by blow details.

"Oh my, Ed," Betty said, her cheeks flushing a bit. Bill was just sitting there with a grin on his face. He was a good man, but a little show on the uptake.

"Well Ed, this thinking that you forced her into doing something she didn't want is bullshit," Betty said, surprising Edward with the swearing. This being only the second time he heard her swear, the first being when he told them about Jennifer.

"She clearly is going through some stuff, not saying that you're not. However, I would say she doesn't know exactly what she wants, but she definitely wanted what she took from you this morning," she said with a grin

"Well Betty, she definitely got something, and I didn't, ha ha." Edward shook his head.

"Ed, I think you need to talk to her, and tell her a few things, talking never hurts." Betty turned and said, "Bill, get us another scotch" looking at him expectantly. He stood and went to do as she asked.

"Betty, only if it were that easy, she flies off the handle with almost everything I say, always taking it the wrong way." Edwards sighed. "Then she seems to warm up to me, and we have a connection, then she pulls away when I think we are getting somewhere." Edward paused, taking the second drink from Bill.

"It's simple, son," Bill said, sitting down. "She has feelings for you, the hots for you, and is scared to act on either of them not to mention they scare the hell out of her. Nichole is worried that she is going to get hurt or hurt you. But I am telling you she wants to join you in bed." Bill finished his speech and took a drink, both Edward and Betty looking at him surprised.

"You sometimes surprise me love, but you have got it right. I was hoping that Ed would get there on his own though, '' she said with a smile.

"OK, OK, let me get this right. Betty, you want me to talk to her, and Bill you want me to bed her?" Edward laughed hard, and they both joined in.

"That's not quite how I think we would have put it, but ya, that sums it up," Betty said, still laughing and Bill nodded. Edward stayed for a bit longer, going over generally how things have been for the last few weeks since he visited last. He also filled in a few more details on Nichole, when they asked, just the basic catching up stuff.

"Well it's getting late, as much as I would like another scotch, but I should head home, to find out what's waiting for me there." Edward said, looking at his watch as he got up.

"Well Edward, off you go. Go get your filly that wants you as much as you want her." Betty smiled, and got up to give him a hug. After the hug, Edward headed to the door, determined to head home, but at the same time worried about what might be waiting for him. He thanked the Carter's, wished them well, and told them that he and maybe Nichole would be back over for a visit before he headed back to the vineyard.

As Edward pulled out of their driveway Betty turned to her husband. "Boy he's got it bad, I hope this one is better than Jennifer ended up being."

"Got what?" Bill looked at his wife like he had no idea what was going on, but she knew better.

In just a few minutes, Edward was sitting in his truck, just looking at his back door and not wanting to go inside, putting it off for a few more moments. He dreaded what could go wrong, and the whole thing reminded him of the time that he got a text message of 'We need to talk' from Jennifer.

When he finally entered, he looked around the dark, cold cottage, and saw nothing but his normal home. 'Well I have to get the fire going, and check on Nichole, if I am able to.' he thought to himself. He snapped on some lights as he went into the living room to get the fire going, but froze at what was laying before him. At some point Nichole had come out of her room, and fell asleep on the couch but that wasn't what gave him pause. What froze him was the fact that all she was wearing was the same bathrobe as this morning but it had fallen open. Edward just stood there, staring at her breasts. They were oversized on her petite body, but looked perfect all the same. Centered on each breast were inch and half sized light pink areolas that almost were the same colour as the breasts themselves. Each of those were topped with large gumdrop sized nipples that look hard enough to cut glass, most likely from the cold. Edward scanned down, hoping that the robe was open all the way so that he could see what he so desperately wanted to touch this morning, but the robe had fallen over just there, and hid the rest of her from his view.

He stood there mesmerized by the beauty fast asleep on his couch, not wanting to do anything that might wake her and cause her to cover up. However the moment he saw her shiver in her sleep brought back his Nice Guy syndrome.

He went over to her bedroom, went inside and pulled down the covers. Edward then came back to the living room and looked down at Nichole's near naked body one more time, to just enjoy the view for a second more, after all, he was still a guy.

He grabbed the throw that was on the back of the couch, gently covered her up and lifted her 90 pounds of nothingness into his arms. As he did this Nichole looped one arm around the back of his neck, pulled in tight, snuggling her face into his shoulder with a happy little sigh, all without waking. He carried her back to her room, laid her down and tried to remove her arm from around him.

In her sleep Nichole brow furrowed, she started to stir, half mumbling "no, don't leave me, come back, please, I'm sorry." This comment, even in her sleep, pinged his heart.

Edward was able to get her to bed and remove her arm without waking her, but as he looked down on her sleeping form, he could tell she wasn't sleeping as well anymore. He leaned down and ever so lightly kissed her lips, lingered for a second and stood back up whispering "I'm not going anywhere."

Nicholes' brow relaxed and she seemed to settle back peacefully, so he left her to sleep, closing the door behind him, planning on opening it up once he made a fire. Back in the living room, he had a look around with awe at what shape it was in.

There was the empty bowl of salad on the coffee table, 'at least she ate', he thought. There were balled up kleenex all over the floor, 'she must have been crying, a lot from the looks of it'. Edward went and started the fire up as quietly as he could so that he wouldn't wake Nichole. Once he was happy that it was burning he cleaned up all the snot rags laying around and gently opened Nichole's door to allow the heat to enter. He then went to find himself a drink, as he felt he really needed one.

Sitting in the near dark living room just watching the fire, Edward nursed another scotch, as he didn't like to mix his booze. He went from staring at the fire to staring at Nichole's room, and as it seems to always do, his mind went a mile a minute trying to figure out what to do, what to say, and how he was feeling.

'How am I going to address all this? Betty was right, I didn't do anything wrong in the hot tub, she started that and she finished it, he thought. With a chuckle he said out loud "she didn't finish all of it," then drifted back into his thoughts. 'I really think that I have feelings for her, and unless I am completely misreading her, she has some for me as well. But how am I going to get past this push and pull.' Again with a chuckle and a shake of his head Edward thought 'I could just bed her and see where that goes, as Bill suggested. Those were some of the best tits that I have ever seen, so firm, so kissable, lick-able, bite-able, pinch-able...' Edwards thoughts start to drift off to what he would have liked to have done instead of putting her to bed, but after a few minutes he stopped himself. He was starting to think of her as an object and she was so much more than that.

Looking down, his glass was empty, so it was as good as any time to stoke the fire and head off to bed. Finishing up in the living room, he stripped and climbed into bed just wondering how he was going to proceed with Nichole. He didn't want this thing between them, whatever this was, to end here. Sleep took a while to come but the few glasses of scotch helped him along the way and it wasn't overly long before Edward was lightly snoring.

Edward half woke with a bit of a jump, trying to focus his eyes to figure out what had woken him just as the room and outdoors lit up, only a few seconds later there was a large bang and a rolling rumble. He lay there for a second or two more, then the whole outside lit up again with a flash of lightning, far enough away that it wasn't hard on the eyes, and then another crack of deep rolling thunder followed.

It was extremely rare and he had only seen it a few times in his life, but it was actually thunder snow, a thunder storm in the winter while it was snowing. Edward lay awake, waiting for another flash, as he has always enjoyed a good thunderstorm, when something hit him like a truck. He felt two pairs of warm breasts pressed into his back, and an arm around his chest from behind. Another flash and seconds later, thunder rolled, deep enough to shake the cottage, and when it stopped, Nichole was shaking just as hard, pulling in tighter to him.

"Ah, Nichole, are you alright?" Edward asked.

"I'm so sorry! Please don't make me go! I woke and it was thundering out!" She said in a panic. Just then another flash, and he could feel her squeeze tighter yet, pushing her face into the back of his neck. Then the crack of thunder and she trembled more.

"Nichole, it's just a thunder and lightning storm. It's OK, it will pass"

"Please! Oh please, please let me stay? I am terrified!" She was almost begging him.

"I won't make you doing anything you don't want to Nichole, but I am, ah, naked"

"I don't care, so am I, please..." She said just as another flash went, and she just about screamed behind him.

The fact that both of them were naked didn't matter anymore, this wasn't a sexy moment, this was someone terrified, and Edward had to help. He quickly rolled over so that he was facing her, slipped his arm under her neck and wrapped the other around her and pulled her tight to him. Nichole's arms were trapped between her tits and his chest as she intertwined her legs with his just trying to get closer to him. She needed to be held and Edward was doing just that, making her feel safe, or at least as safe as she could be in that moment.

Flash, crack, whimper, and then tears.

"OH GOD, PLEASE BE OVER SOON!" she didn't quite scream into his chest but it was loud.

"It's OK Nichole, I got you." Edward said, but just then he remembered something.

"It's alright.... I got you... It's OK to cry... It will get better... just let it out" he said to her. She still huddled into him.

"It's alright.... I got you... It's OK to cry... It will get better... just let it out" he repeated, again. This went on for some unknown time. The lightning, the thunder and Edward saying her mantra, and then repeat. The storm died down and moved on, and the room went silent. He held her, not wanting to let go, he wanted to protect her, to hold her, and holding Nichole felt good. Slowly the tears stopped, slowly the tension left her body, and eventually her breathing slowed and evened out as she slipped into sleep.

Edward lay there, not sure what to do. Here they were naked, in bed, with her curled up in his arms, sleeping. Should he get out, sleep on the couch, and leave her some privacy? Should he get out, get dressed and get back in bed. As he was trying to figure out what to do, Nichole made the choice for him. He shifted a little, and when he did that she groaned, unhappily took one of her pinned arms from between them and wrapped it around to his back holding him in place. She sighed, she shifted a little and settled back in with a pleasant hum. Well, he figured, that was that, and he wasn't going anywhere, not that he wasn't happy right where he was. He lay there holding her, feeling more content than he had in a long time. Yes, he had a gorgeous naked woman in his arms, and his cock was a few inches from her tits because of her height and how she was laying. But none of that really mattered, he was just happy to hold her, and with that final thought, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

Nichole was the first to wake the next morning, with gray light pouring in through the window. She felt so embarrassed with her behavior last night, crying like a baby running to Edward, jumping in his bed naked. But he did help. He kept her safe and she still felt that now, with his warm body pressed up to her back. For a moment she thought about getting up but decided to stay right there. It's where she has wanted to be for a few days now, with his arms wrapped around her. Nichole shifted, pushing back into him, and her eyes shot wide open, realizing where his hand was, where his legs were, and where her pussy was.

With that movement, Edward started to wake. He was loving the feel of the warmth on his chest from Nichole wrapped in his arms. Just as she had done, Edward became very aware of several things. At some point in the night they had shifted into him spooning her. Her head was just below his chin, filling him with her scent as he inhaled. He had his arm wrapped around her holding her to him, with his hand cupping her tit. He didn't know if she was awake, but it was so firm and filled his hand so completely, he couldn't help himself. Edward moved his palm slightly, rubbing it across her nipple, then giving it the smallest of squeezes. It felt so firm, yet had a yielding quality that he ever so wanted to play with, and he also felt that same oversized nipple from last night harden against his palm.

Edward moved his hand once more having the same effect on it, and Nichole pushed back into him a little more tightly against his chest. He held the moan that tried to escape him, for when she pushed back into him, it dawned on him where his cock was. With them spooning the way they were, and Nichole being as small as she was, she was all but sitting in his lap. With this position Nichole's pussy was sitting directly on the top side of his cock, and when she pushed back she slid along its length, almost trapping it between her thighs. For the briefest moment Bill's words last night went through his head, "bed her" and with that, he couldn't stop himself. Edward slowly pulled his hips back, and pushed them forward, sliding his now extremely hard cock along the outside of her pussy. He waited a second to see if and how she would respond, listening to her now shaking breath. He figured he would try once more and if she didn't respond to his touch, he would leave it be not wanting to force himself on her.

Edward pulled back and slid forward again. This time though Nichole pushed her ass back into him, sliding her now wet pussy along the length of his steel, they both moaned at the new slick sensation that they felt. Edward gave up any pretense about holding her tit. He dragged his palm across her nipple, finally captured the gumdrop sized nub with his finger and thumb, rubbing it between them. This had the effect that he was hoping for, and Nichole's hips started to move, sliding her pussy slowly up and down the full length of his cock covering it in more slickness.

"Oh god, Edward" she moaned, grabbing his hand that was playing with her nipple holding it tight to her. Her hips started to move with more urgency. Looking down over her shoulder he could see her playing with her other nipple, squeezing it, pulling on it, in time to what he was doing to her other one. Nichole moaned again with a catch in her breath and he slid his cock along her now very hard clit. He felt her move almost frantically as he continued to slide along her, playing and pulling her nipple.

"Fuck, Edward, you cock feel so good, please don't stop!" she said, as she dug her nails into the hand that was on her tit. She reached down with the other and trapped his hard cock against her clit, and bucked her hips with an almost wild motion. As he slid along her pussy, he wanted to be buried in that hot depth, pumping in and out, to bring her to climax with her pussy wrapped around his hard cock. He adjusted his angle to take that trip into her heaven but just as he was about to slide forward and in, she stopped moving.

"I'm not ready for that, please Edward, don't be mad" Nichole said, almost frozen in fear in his arms.

"I will not do anything you don't want me to!" he answered her, as he let go of her tit and started to pull away.