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It had been a couple of years since Michael's unceremonious departure from Fayetteville. He had, in fact, ended up going back home to Jackson. Or at least close to home. Michael bought a 30-acre plot just outside of Shiloh National Military Park, close to Crump. It was a sleepy little community close to the Tennessee river and close enough to his mom that he could visit from time to time.
Michael hadn't been visited by Shait since his last day in North Carolina. Thinking it was a product of his alcohol fueled state of the past, he put it out of his mind and began getting his life together. Gym three times a week to stay in shape, working on his new home, starting a small blacksmith shop to supplement his income, things were looking up for him. He had even dated a few times. To his great surprise, he was in the midst of an at least semi normal relationship for the past year and a half.
Cindy was an absolute beauty. She stood six feet one inch tall, a full inch taller than Michael. Her lithe, slender body was adorned with average C cup breasts capped off with puffy, dark areola, and nipples. the most beautiful doe brown eyes Michael had ever stared into, and the longest raven hair he'd ever seen, perfectly matching her full bush of untamed pubic hair. The only reason Michael hadn't asked Cindy to move in with him, and vise versa, was her dad. Cindy came from a family of proud Ojibwe/Chippewa heritage. Her Pops didn't care for Cindy's proclivity for dating white men. Truth be told, he only tolerated her habits simply because she was the baby of the bunch. That and the fact that neither Cindy nor Michael felt they were ready yet for an exclusive, monogamous relationship kept them from making the plunge.
They met at the gym during his third trip there on a particularly slow Sunday. Michael was impressed with her fitness routine. "P90X program?" Michael asked.
"What's it to you, perv? You've been watching me for an hour now, what do you think?"
"I'm just asking because I've done that myself. It gets boring just sitting around sometimes. Your lunges would be more effective if you dipped further down. But whatever, I'll see ya around." He turned and was several steps away before she answered.
"Wait! Were you watching to be watching or watching to critique?" Her attitude seemed defensive.
"Neither. I was watching your form. You're half-assing some of the exercises. But the shape you seem to be in, you'll be fine. No worries. Plus, you do have a killer body, sorry for admiring that." Michael turned again to walk away and was stopped once more.
"Good answer, hold on." Cindy was only slightly less defiant now. "What do you mean half-assing my exercises? I'm doing them the way I was shown, and who the hell are you anyway? Some kind of exercise guru?"
Michael couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Definitely not a guru. I've spent a lot of time training, though, and I know you could go lower on the lunges." He never even noticed his compliment to her body went completely unmentioned.
"Okay, since you seem to know so much, show me." Her attitude did a 180. She wasn't one to let an opportunity to learn something new or a cute, hunky guy get away. After just over an hour, a lot of sweat and burning muscles, they called it a day. Michael offered to walk her to her car. They discussed exercise programs on the way out.
"Hey Cindy, I'm here a few times a week if you'd like to work out together. You're the first person I've met here, and since I don't have anyone to work out with, I just thought we could keep each other motivated."
"You know, I'd like that. Besides, I think you have a killer body too." Cindy giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "See you in a couple of days."
After several months of being gym rats together, Cindy finally got the nerve up to ask Michael a question. They were walking to her car as usual. "Michael, why haven't you asked me out yet?" His answer surprised her.
"Oh, I've thought about it more than once, believe that. I just didn't want to complicate our friendship with possibly dating, if that makes sense. I really do like you, Cindy. I just don't want to hurt you. I have an ugly past. I'm a recovering, well, kind of recovering alcoholic, and don't even get me started on my titty bar addiction." That garnered a laugh from both.
"Hmmm, ok. How about this, ask me out, explain it to me, and let me make up my own mind. But don't ask me right now, surprise me." Michael thought about it for a few seconds and agreed to her terms. Cindy leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. No tongue, nothing sexual, but a full-on, tingling kiss nonetheless.
Michael let it go for ten days and finally did ask her out for dinner. Cindy enthusiastically agreed. They settled on a highly recommended Mexican restaurant in Selmer. They met at the gym Friday evening, and Cindy agreed to ride there in his truck.
During the course of dinner, Michael explained his time in the Army, his last tour in 'the Stan' as well as his injury. The medical discharge, the alcoholism, the Pump House, everything he could remember. He wasn't sure why, but he avoided the episodes that involved Shait completely. She listened to everything he said with interest and asked questions at the right times. When he was finished, she was smiling, which he didn't expect.
"So, ready to run away?"
"Quite the contrary." Cindy answered. "I was wondering. Since you have a titty bar addiction, I'm curious. In your professional opinion, what do you think of these puppies?" Cindy raised her shirt, exposing her breasts and beautiful dark nipples for several seconds before putting it back down. Michael was flustered and didn't answer immediately.
"I...uh yeah...um...fuckin' gorgeous!" Regaining his composer. "I always wondered what they would look like. Impressive!"
"Thank you. Now, you have to show me something." Her wicked smile left no doubt in Michael's mind what she wanted or what she meant. "Take me home with you, stud?"
"If you're absolutely positive, damn right, I'll take you home with me!"
"Oh honey, I'm more than positive. I'm absolutely...gushing." Michael quickly paid the bill, and they made their way to his truck. "Just a few things about me for you to ponder before you show me what you got, Michael. Not every guy I date gets to raw dog me, but you will. I'm on birth control, pull out or don't, I don't care, but I prefer it in me. I love butt stuff and anal occasionally. Oh, I have no gag reflex, and yes, before you ask, I swallow. Spitters are quitters, in my opinion. I don't shave, except my legs, sometimes. Yes, I did for tonight, so you better be worth it."
"Jesus Christ, Cindy. One, a guy would think you're a unicorn, and two, are you sure you didn't leave anything out?"
"If I did, I have no doubt you'll figure it out." Michael opened the passenger door for her. She climbed in, sat down, and said. "Now, I think you have something to show me?"
"Wait, here? Right now?"
"Yeah, why not? I showed you my ta-ta's in a restaurant." Michael shrugged, turned his back to the restaurant, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed the zipper down, and hefted his entire package, balls and all, into the night air. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuck! Long AND thick, I want ALL that baby!"
Before he got to the driver's door, Cindy was in the middle of the trucks bench seat waiting on him. Michael started the engine, backed out, and began the drive to his house. Cindy, however, had other plans. Rubbing his cock to full erection through his jeans was both pleasure and agony for him.
"Pull over somewhere and get that big dick out for me, baby."
"We're still in town, Cindy." She was insistent though.
"I didn't ask where we were. You drive, I'll blow! I want your cock in my mouth! Please!"
"Just so you know, I haven't been with anyone except Rosy Palm for months. This won't take long." Cindy giggled as Michael pulled into the city park parking lot and pulled his junk out for the second time in 15 minutes. Cindy wasted no time in gobbling his cock to the root. "Ohhhhh fuck that's nice baby!" As he drove the more frantic she became with his rod. Sliding to the base and holding it, then raising up and swirling her tongue around the head. When she cupped his ball sack she felt him tense up as his scrotum drew upward. She immediately took her mouth from his engorged cock, grabbed it at the base with her free hand and squeezed, HARD. "Ahhhhhh damn honey!" Was all Michael could get out.
"No, no, no, no! Not yet baby." Cindy squeezed a bit harder. Once she was sure his orgasm was averted she slowly eased the pressure at the base of his throbbing dick then whispered in his ear. "You like my head game, babe?"
"Fuck, Cindy! What's not to like!? Well maybe the way you cut my nut off." Cindy giggled again.
"I'm gonna edge you all the way home honey. Trust me, you're gonna love this."
"I trust you, I've just never been this horny before. What do you mean 'edge me'?" She began to stroke him again ever so slowly then fondled his full balls.
"So, basically I get you to the edge of orgasm then stop what I'm doing. Building up the end result until you explode when I want you to cum. Simple. It's just a matter of timing and knowing when to stop or slow down. Edging."
"I just know I was about to cum then bam! You stopped. I think we're going to be really good together."
"Oh, you think so, stud?" Before he could answer, she slid her mouth over his mostly erect cock again to the base and held it there, feeling his dick grow to fullness again in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh. Yes, yes, I do, honey." Her edging continued over the next 20 minutes. Taking him to the brink of orgasm only to stop again. On at least three occasions Michael thought he was going to actually cum before Cindy would put the death grip on his pulsing rod. When Michael pulled into his driveway Cindy waited until he parked in front of the house.
"Don't move babe. I'm not done yet." With that, Cindy began suckling on the big purple head in her mouth like a bottle. Circling her tongue around and tickling his balls with her right hand. After a minute she stopped. "Let's take this inside, big boy."
As they stepped out of the truck Michael could see by the porch light that Cindy's jeans were absolutely soaked. It almost looked as though she had wet herself. She realized what he was looking at as he unlocked the front door and explained.
