Weeks passed with the change in Harper’s phone number working to avoid any more ghosts from her past haunting the present. Strangely, changing her number initially felt kind of like moving out of her apartment; dispensing with another piece of her personal history by cutting ties to the people in it. She didn’t fret over it too long, as those she trusted had her new number and those that didn’t hadn’t been in touch with her in any meaningful way in years anyway. She felt her future looked far too bright to be clinging to a past she didn’t remember fondly.
“Good morning, Honey! How was the wedding?” Sherry asked as Harper showed up for work the following Monday. She knew that Harper was dreading going to it. It was one of Casey’s clients getting married, and she anticipated feeling out of place among an elite crowd.
“Sherry! It was so much fun!” Harper gushed. “I met so many nice people, and we danced like crazy! Yes, Casey can dance!” she laughed, noting Sherry’s dubious look. “He’s kinda crazy all over the place, but it was fun, and he got other people dancing crazy like that too!”
“What did the bride look like?” Sherry asked the inevitable question between us girls.
“She was very pretty! Fancy gown, but then all brides look pretty, don’t they?” she said, assuming what she’d heard all her life was true, but this being the only wedding she’d been to as an adult, she had no personal experience to go on.
“No, not all!” Sherry laughed. “I was at this one wedding where the bride, who wasn’t very attractive to begin with, wore the most hideous dress that didn’t fit her overweight body, and her hair was all over the place. I felt bad for her, hoping she wasn’t hearing any of the comments made about her. Still, she was very happy to be getting married and looked like she was enjoying herself, so that’s what really matters. How many people were there?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Harper replied, screwing up her face trying to picture the room. “I guess there were maybe a dozen tables? Eight at our table, so I guess about a hundred? That’s not big, is it? Anyway, there was this really nice couple sitting at our table who looked kinda like us, you know, about the same age? She was so sweet, and we talked the whole time. Her name was Charlie, short for Charlotte, I think, and his was Justin. They invited us for a weekend at their cabin in the Smokies! It’s about a month from now! I can’t wait!”
Their conversation about the wedding continued with Sherry glowing with pride at one point, Harper having thanked her in a general way for all the guidance she’d provided the once lost and broken girl. She’d felt so much more comfortable than she’d expected, loosened up enough to enjoy herself, and she felt she had mostly Sherry’s direction to thank for it. Admittedly, Casey was largely responsible for her presenting this point of view, having correctly deflected credit from himself to Sherry.
“What would you like your wedding to be like?” Sherry asked.
“I’ve never given it much thought, really. I’m not that girl who dreamed of a huge wedding to Prince Charming. I thought about it a little at this wedding, but it would be nothing like that was. First of all, besides you and Jake, I don’t know who I’d invite! I have almost no family left, and I’ve lost touch with the people who are still around. I haven’t talked to my father in over ten years. There’s no one left on my mother’s side, and then there’s Jimmy, but his mother is my father’s sister, so if you invite one, you’d have to invite the other. In the end, they are not people I’d want to share a special day with. Casey’s not much different, by the way, as far as family is concerned. Maybe he’d want to invite clients, but I doubt it.”
“No one says you have to have a big wedding, or even a ceremony at all! Or you can have a very small but elaborate ceremony and party for you to enjoy alone. Jake and I were married in a small church with about forty guests, and we had a reception at my parents’ house. No rules, Harper. Do it any way you like.”
“Well, I won’t have to worry about that for quite a while yet,” Harper replied, thinking that finished the conversation, but Sherry looked at her doubtfully.
“Why do you say that?” she asked, afraid there might be some new unpleasantness in their relationship.
“Oh, I don’t know. Now that we’re living together – which I love, by the way – there hardly seems any reason, and you know that old saying about the cow? Why would he buy the whole cow when he’s getting the milk for free?”
“Have you heard the other old saying? Why buy the whole pig when all you need is a little sausage from time to time!” They both laughed uproariously, startling a few customers. “Anyway, I don’t think Casey, or you, for that matter, are like that,” Sherry finished.
“You’re right,” Harper admitted. “Are you okay with me taking a few days off at the beginning of November to go to Tennessee?”
“We’ll manage,” Sherry said, knowing it wouldn’t be easy as they ran on very light staffing anyway, but she wouldn’t deny Harper this experience. She wondered whether she and Jake would ever get some time off.
Their drive up to Pigeon Forge was an experience in itself for Harper. She’d never been in the most visited National Park in the country and was awestruck by the vistas and twisting, winding road as they drove Rt. 441 through the park. They pulled over at several scenic overlooks for her to take in the amazing views, made even more impressive by the early evening sun low on the horizon and the haze in the valleys that gave the park its name. Casey had seen most of them before, but as always, seen through the inexperienced eyes of his Princess, it all seemed new again to him.
It was nearly dark when they drove out the north entrance to the park, and Casey called Justin to say they were about thirty minutes out. The dirt road to their cabin was narrow and winding, with steep drop-offs on one side, giving Harper another nervous thrill right at the end of their trip.
“They’re all log cabins! Will Justin and Charlie’s be too?”
“Yes, it is! They’re very popular as rentals around here,” Casey replied as they pulled into a tight parking space next to the cabin. They’d just opened their doors when an exuberant Charlie came running out.
“Harper!” she screamed as she threw herself into her new friend’s arms.
“Charlie!”
Justin and Casey shook hands in a friendly greeting, and the foursome made their way into the cabin, with Harper remarking on the huge great room and gigantic stone fireplace. The girls ran off, with Charlie eager to show Harper around the four-bedroom cabin, with a game room, theater room, and an amazing deck out back with its own hot tub and a scenic view of nearby and distant cabins lit at night.
The men caught up with them on the deck after a slower pass through the cabin, as Justin explained how the cabin generated income while they weren’t using it. Casey was already familiar with the whole log-cabin phenomenon in this area, but it was good to get an owner’s point of view.
With the pair unpacked in their upstairs suite, they gathered in the great room for drinks. Their hosts drank whiskey, while Harper had wine and Casey had beer. Harper kept looking around the room, amazed by the luxurious accommodations in a log cabin, and joked that Abe Lincoln didn't have it so bad.
In the game room, they split up by gender, and each pair took turns with pool and foosball. The girls were excited and rambunctious, but the guys were more serious. Justin often wanted to talk business, but since he was an independent insurance broker, Casey had to feign interest. It sounded as though he might be sounding Casey out to do some investing with him, but that’s not what he was there for, and he wished the conversation would remain casual.
And finally it did, when the four collected again in the great room, sharing stories of how they met their partners and grew together. Justin and Charlie had just celebrated their first wedding anniversary, and she gushed about their beautiful and very big wedding, while Harper and Casey told their unusual story of meeting once and reuniting years later. They enjoyed hearing each other talk about it so happily and smiled lovingly as they shared their sides of the story.
They didn’t stay up late, as Casey and Harper had planned on hiking in the early morning. They were going to take the Alum Cave Trail, about a five-mile round trip, with some interesting and challenging sections, as well as many more scenic vistas you only see from the trails. Neither of their hosts was an early riser, so they thought the morning timing of it perfect, as they’d only be up an hour or two by the time they returned. Nor were they hikers, with Charlie joking that her short legs weren't made for that kind of activity.
In the morning, they dressed and slipped out quietly without disturbing their hosts. They grabbed a quick breakfast at a Denny’s in Pigeon Forge and set out for the thirty-minute drive to the trailhead.
“How long is this hike gonna be?” Harper asked as they entered the trail, a sign giving distances to several landmarks.
“We’re just going to the bluffs and back, so it’s right at five miles, Princess.”
“But we’ve been doing more than five miles back home.”
“This will be all up-and-down hills, some of them steep and rocky, and very little flat terrain. You’re about to find out how different hiking in the mountains is!” he replied, grabbing a quick kiss as they walked, holding hands as they always did at the start.
As with their first hike, Harper was delighted with all she saw along the way, entertaining Casey in the process. Being early morning and off-season, there was more wildlife around than during tourist season when the trails were busy. They came upon a grassy meadow where two deer were feeding on some short bushes, which brought a huge smile to her face. They’d see deer back home, but there they were almost considered a pest feeding on one’s decorative shrubs, whereas it was a tranquil sight in their natural habitat.
“Shhh!” he said suddenly, holding out an arm to stop her from walking. He looked all around them as though expecting to see something specific. Finally, he pointed out into the woods. “See that thick tree trunk? Now look just to the right, and you’ll …”
“Oh, Casey! A little bear!” she cried with her usual exuberance.
“Shhh, Princess! If there’s a cub, there’s likely a protective mom nearby.”
“Oh, my God! He’s so cute! Look at ‘im! Clinging to that tree!” she whispered.
“Yeah, he’s up out of harm’s way, so maybe mom’s not so close.”
The sight captivated them for almost twenty minutes, although the cub barely moved. Casey placed a good-sized rock on the trail, marking the location so they could see if the cub was still there on their way back.
They made it to the cave and bluffs after crossing a creek on a split-log bridge, climbing up some rocks, and even a staircase carved in the stone where it was too steep and wet to climb. Harper sat on a rock breathing heavily.
“I’m so out of breath!” she remarked when Casey sat next to her, “and we’ve only done two and a half miles!?”
“I told you it would be different, plus you’re a mile above sea level. Air’s a little thinner here than at home,” he replied. “We’ll take it slower going back.”
“At least that’ll be mostly downhill.”
“Going down can be as bad as up. You’re using different muscles to hold yourself back instead of those to climb up.”
She looked at him with admiration for all he knew and had experienced. She’d gotten over feeling bad about all she’d missed growing up in a family that didn’t do much, choosing instead to enjoy all she was exposed to now and loving Casey all the more for it.
After catching her breath, they climbed and explored the area for more than an hour, taking in the sights and snapping pictures on their phones. She enjoyed wandering off on her own, feeling a little independence in the process, but always hugged and kissed Casey when they’d find each other.
The hike back on the same trail surprised her in that just going in the opposite direction offered a viewpoint different enough to make it seem like a different trail. Harper was disappointed the bear cub wasn’t where it had been, but there was still plenty to see. They made it back to the car, exhilarated and exhausted from the experience.
“That was so much fun, Casey! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it more than any time before!”
“I’m sorry you keep having to show me stuff you’ve already done.”
“Don’t be! Your excitement makes it all seem new to me again!”
“Aww, Casey, I really love you, you know?”
“I do, and I love you too!”
The drive back to the cabin was unremarkable, except for the traffic they’d avoided late yesterday and early this morning, which made it take a bit longer.
They entered the cabin, about to call out when they heard Charlie cry, “Ow, Daddy! Not so hard! My poor hiney!” Three distinct slaps followed her complaint, to which she cried, “Ow-ow-ow!” but then giggled. They backed out the door and got back in the car, laughing guiltily for having heard something they weren’t supposed to.
Famished from their hike and knowing of no lunch plans, they drove back into town for some grilled chicken sandwiches. Casey texted Justin that they were on their way back, hoping it was enough warning of their return.
Arriving at the cabin, this time they found their hosts having brunch and offered to make them the same, until Casey explained they’d already had a quick lunch on the way back.
Justin told them about an arts and crafts community, an eight-mile loop road with dozens of artists and artisans selling their work: painters, wood carvers, potters, and many others. Justin drove as Harper excitedly shared the highlights of their morning hike.
Clusters of shops made it convenient to visit several different crafts within a short walk. The girls loved the stained glass, and at an artist’s gallery, Harper found a small painting of a bear cub in a tree, and it didn’t take much convincing to get Casey to buy it for her.
While the men were enthralled with watching a woodcarver using a chainsaw, the girls wandered off on their own. Harper apologized for running off to go hiking when they’d barely arrived the night before.
“That’s okay, honey! I told you I don’t like hiking, and besides, it gave me and Justin some time alone,” she added with a wink. “We only arrived yesterday as well, so we hadn’t had a chance yet to … well, I was a naughty girl, so Justin had to take care of that,” she finished with a giggle.
Her curiosity piqued, Harper said abashedly, “Um, you know, we actually got back about forty minutes earlier, and when we walked in the door, we heard …”
“Oh! You heard me getting my spankin’!” she said as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Noticing Harper’s somewhat surprised look, she added, “It’s okay, honey! I love being Daddy’s little girl and getting my hiney spanked when I’m naughty!”
“You’re so open about it!” Harper remarked.
“Why not? It’s just a little fun spankin’. He’s not beating me or anything, although I do like it to hurt a bit,” she said, biting her lip, “and I love seeing my shiny red hiney afterward!”
“Don’t tell Casey I told you, but he gave me a birthday spanking, and I really liked it too!”
“Oh honey, you’ve got to get him to do it like Justin does me! And, oh my God, when he licks me afterward? I go through the roof! It’s just incredible!”
Harper stored that information away for later, deciding not to tell Casey about it until they’d left, when they could discuss it openly.
They went out to a local steakhouse for dinner, then back to the cabin for more games and alcohol. They made a plan to visit the Forbidden Caverns the following day, but Harper was falling asleep, her head repeatedly dropping on Casey’s shoulder from the exhaustion of the hike and walking around all those craft shops. He picked her up, said goodnight to their hosts, and took her upstairs to bed. He’d laid her on the bed and started undressing her when she woke to semi-consciousness.
“Oh, Casey! I can’t! I’m too tired! I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay, Princess. I’m just getting you comfortable to sleep,” he replied, but she was already asleep again. He tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead, whispering, “I love you.” He’d never had to do that before, and something about it touched him in an unexpected way. There was love and trust in something so simple as putting her to bed and tucking her in. He used the bathroom to get ready for bed, then pulled her close when he climbed in beside her, love overflowing for such a wonderful girl.
Monday found them wandering around the tourist shops in Gatlinburg, though after seeing the crafts by true artists, most of what they saw looked like cheap junky souvenirs in comparison. Harper was happy she’d found gifts for Sherry and Jake in the craft shops. They bought a couple of T-shirts, and with their car already packed for the ride home, they said goodbye to Charlie and Justin, promised to get together again soon, and headed home.
“I had a really good time, Casey! Did you?”
“I did,” he said a little less enthusiastically.
“I love Charlie! She’s so much fun, but you didn’t take to Justin too well, did you?”
“He’s okay when he’s not talking business. I suspect that because I’m an investment broker, he thinks that’s what I want to talk about all the time. He says he’d like me to handle some new investments for him. Maybe if we work together, I can work into the conversation that I don’t want to talk shop all the time.”
“You know, Charlie told me about the spanking.”
“She did? How did that come up?”
“I apologized for leaving them alone so soon after arriving, and after repeating that she didn’t like hiking, she told me it gave them some alone time since they’d only arrived a few hours before us. Then she said she’d been a naughty girl and Justin had to spank her.”
“Really? Just like that?”
“Yeah, she was quite open about it, like it was something everybody did. She encouraged me to try it,” she said, testing the waters, remembering how reluctant he’d been with her birthday spanking.
“And you want to, don’t you?” Harper didn’t need to reply; her interest was written on her face. “I’m okay with that. You know, Saturday night, you were so sleepy, it felt very special, caring for you as I did. Carrying you upstairs in my arms, undressing you and putting you to bed.”
“Aww, I wish I remembered that! I don’t think I’ve ever been that tired before!”
“Yeah, you thought I was stripping you for sex and telling me how sorry you were.” She looked at him with ‘Really?’ in her eyes. “It was very cute. I’m really glad we had this time together, Princess.”
“Oh, me too, Casey!”
The four-hour drive home was uneventful, and they left the unpacking for tomorrow, wanting and missing each other badly. They were tired from the day, and the drive, so slow and gentle was the order of the day as they undressed each other lovingly with lots of tender kisses and caresses.
Once naked, they just wanted to hold each other for a few minutes, where hands wandered innocently, soothing, loving, not arousing, though that built anyway.
Eventually, Harper took his cock in hand, then knelt to take him in her mouth, Casey sighing in response to her expert tongue. Her fatigue made for a deliciously slow take; a variation on her usual exuberant technique, making the climb to an ecstatic peak all the more luxurious, and when the slow burn finally burst into open flames, he dropped to sit on the bed as the waves of pure pleasure flowed through his whole body.
“Harper,” he cried once he could speak, “that was just … fantastic!” he said in a soft, sated voice, adding, “I love you so!”
She sat on the bed next to him, eyes echoing his professed love, and their lips met first, then hands reached for a neck, a cheek, fingers raked through hair as the kiss became a treatise on their love for one another. Lips moved to nibble; neck, ears, cheeks, nipples all getting their share between kisses.
“I want to give you so much!” he said as he laid her back on the bed with his hand on her breast.
She understood the double meaning of his plea, and what he wanted to give her in this moment, she’d gladly receive, gasping when his hand pressed softly between her legs. His fingers held together, caressing the warm, moist lips gently as though a soreness needed massaging, pressing gradually harder as her legs opened even wider for him. The tops of her thighs and perineum were included as her breaths deepened, until one finger broke from the rest, pressing into her slit. Up and down a few times, before that same finger slid inside with his palm pressing on her swelling lips.
“Oh God, Casey!” she gasped into his lips, pressed motionless to hers.
With his hand behind her neck and finger still deep inside her, she felt like he was lifting her up as he tried to move them back to the middle of the bed. They giggled as the spastic crabwalk eventually got them where they wanted to be.
He wanted her in his mouth so badly, but he’d promised himself to give her the same slow sensuous climb to a climax she’d given him. He kissed her once, softly, before his lips moved to her perfect tits, and with tongue flicking, lips sucking, they and their owner felt loved before he moved down over her tummy.
He walked on his knees to position himself between the most enticing pair of legs he’d ever had the pleasure of. Her knees rose and parted, inviting him in, but he lifted her legs up, and her lower body with them, slid underneath kneeling and lowered her body to rest on the ramp formed by his legs with hers over his shoulders. He loved the feel of her thighs against his cheek, turning his head this way and that to stroke and kiss them, before bending his neck to nibble on her precious gift, so appetizingly placed beneath his chin.
“Ohhh!” she sighed aloud when his tongue slipped furtively into her fragrant slit, leisurely exploring all its tender folds, sampling the rich nectar. Her legs crossed over his back, telling him she didn’t want him leaving anytime soon. She looked up to see his smiling eyes in this upside-down facesitting position, seeing only half his face and feeling the other half.
With his arms wrapped around her thighs, fingers pulled her plump lips apart, exposing all to his wriggling tongue. Slow and tender became more insistent as fingers and tongue drove her on. With her feet on his back, she pressed her sex to his face as the summit drew ever closer.
“I’m cumming!” she cried, feeling like she was on a hair trigger that was waiting for the right touch to release, and it came with his lips mashed into her crotch, sucking her lips into his mouth and slathering them with his tongue. “Oh! Oh! Hoh! Hoh!” she panted as her jittering body reacted to the spectacular sensations. “Oh my God!” she squeaked as the relentless attack on her quivering pussy continued, less than a minute later spawning another shuddering orgasm.
“Casey! Hold me!” she pleaded, wanting that familiar security they both enjoyed. He lifted her lower body again, laid it down gently, and lay beside her, pulling her back against his chest. “Mmm, I love when you hold me this way!”
“You know I love holding you like this, Princess! And what a great way to end a great weekend,” he said, assuming she’d had enough, and though he would have liked one more loving act, he’d never push himself on her.
“Oh Honey, you’re not done with me yet, are you? I still want your delicious cock in my cunt!” she replied, being intentionally vulgar, knowing it always got him going.
“Mmm, sounds like the Princess needs to be fucked!” he replied, playing along.
“Yeah! Come on, Honey! Fuck me!”
“You just lie right there,” he said as her pushed her down on her belly and he rose. “Now lift this gorgeous bottom up for me,” he said once situated behind and between.
“You mean like this, Honey? Oh God!” she groaned when he took quick aim and plunged in, knowing she was more than wet enough. “Oh yeah! That’s what I’ve been missing all weekend!”
They started slowly with a gentle, practiced rhythm. With her bottom raised just enough, he’d slide smoothly in, her hips rising to meet him and then push him back before she fell to the bed again, coming together and pulling apart as the cycle repeated at an unhurried pace, only their breaths and moans increasing in frequency.
“Ohhh, Casey! I love it like this! Fuck me! C’mon, fuck me!” she added through gritted teeth as she stepped up the pace and the force with which she pushed him back.
“Oh fuck, Harper!” he grunted, feeling the end near.
“Yeah! That’s right! Fuck Harper! Fuck her good, Casey!” she shrieked as she lifted her hips for the last time, holding them up for him to pound her pussy, harder and harder, faster and faster until …
“Ohhh fuuuccckkk!” they cried as they exploded at nearly the same time, his hips still jerking forward of their own accord and Harper crying, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” with each powerful thrust.
Casey lay lightly atop her back, supported on his elbows, planting sloppy wet kisses between labored breaths on her back, her neck, her cheek, while he shrank inside her. When she tried to turn over beneath him, he lifted his body so she could, and they fell together, moaning and kissing passionately, though normal breathing still eluded them. When their lips parted enough for him to see her whole face, he saw she was crying, but he knew they were tears of joy.
“Oh, C-Ca-sey,” she stuttered. “I can’t – believe how much I – I love you!” she managed to say before she started bawling, crying on his shoulder.
“I believe it, Princess. I love you too … so much,” he whispered softly, and rolling them to their sides, he added, “And I believe I will love you forever.”
Her crying stopped briefly as she pulled back to look in his eyes. She hoped she knew what he meant, but was afraid to ask or confirm it in any way; though she saw the truth in his eyes, a fresh flood of tears ran down her cheeks. “Hold me?”
“Always,” he replied with a decision made.
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