John Parker has just finished his overnight shift at the fire station and was getting ready to get in the shower before going to bed. "John? It's Grace, from down the hall. Can you come help me? I've had a fall, and I think I might be hurt!"

"I'll be right there, Mrs. Knightley!" he said. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went down the three doors to her apartment. He knocked and heard her call, "It's open!" He entered to find her on the living room floor, a tray beside her with a broken bowl and yogurt spilled beside it. "I turned to sit in my chair, and I slipped. I feel so foolish!"

His first responder training kicked in. "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Knightley, I'm happy to help. Can you stand?"

"I think so," she said, and he supported her under her arms while she stood. He eased her into her chair and bent to check her.

"Did you hit your head?" he asked.

"No, I fell on my fat butt!" she said.

He smiled at her attempt at levity. "Are you in any pain?"

"My tailbone hurts," she said.

"Can I take a look?" he asked.

"As long as you don't get fresh with me!" she teased him.

"Things can't be too bad if you're able to make jokes," he said. "Just lean forward a little." He probed her lower back just above her backside and noticed that she winced in pain when he touched the tip of her tailbone. "Does it hurt when you sit on it?"

"No, just when something touches it," she said.

"I don't think it's broken," he said. "It'll be sore for a few days, though. If it starts to hurt when you sit down, or the pain gets too much worse, we might have to take you to the hospital for an X-ray. Not that there's much that can be done about a broken tailbone, but at least you'll know. What do you usually take for pain? Are you allergic to anything?"

"I have Advil," she said. "I can't take Tylenol or Aspirin."

"Okay, take Advil if you need it, but don't exceed the daily limit, okay?" She nodded. "Is there anything else you need?"
"I think I'll be okay," she said.

"Okay," he said.

"Thank you so much, John, I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Knightley."

"For God's sake, John, call me Grace!"

"Sorry, Grace, I wasn't raised to call people older than me by their first name." He left, went back to his apartment, and went to bed.

He went back to check on her the next day after dinner and was surprised to see a very attractive young woman with her. "John, this is my daughter, Jessica. Sweetheart, this is John from down the hall I was telling you about."

The young woman stuck out her hand. "Jessie. It's nice to meet you, John, and thank you for helping my mom out. I worry about her."

"It's no problem, I'm happy I could help in some small way," he said. It was very hard to look only at her pretty face; she had a tight, curvy body of the sort that attracted many men, himself included.

"It wasn't a small way, John," Grace protested. "If you hadn't come to help, I would have had to call an ambulance!"

"Thank goodness he was here, then," Jessie said.

"Are you feeling okay, Grace? No more pain or anything since I was here last?" he asked.

"Everything is fine, John, thank you," she replied.

They chatted for a bit, and then Joh took his leave. "I'll leave you to your visit. It was nice meeting you, Jessica."

"It's Jessie, and the pleasure was all mine!" she said with a broad smile.

"Pretty smile!" he thought. They shook hands, and he left. That night, just as he was getting ready to go to bed, his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, but something told him to answer it anyway.

"Hi John, it's Jessie. I got your number from my mom. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," he replied.

"I just wanted to thank you again. I'd like to take you for lunch or dinner sometime to express my gratitude, if that's okay," she said.

"You don't have to do that," he said.

"I'm not doing it because I have to," she said. "I want to."

"Oh, okay. Any idea when?"

"This Saturday evening, say, the BBQ place on Route 11, 7:00?"

"That works," he said. "I'll see you there."

"Perfect!" she said happily. "It's a date!" She hung up before he could respond.

"A date," he said to himself. "Haven't been on one of those in a while!"

He arrived a few minutes early to find her waiting for him. As the host escorted him to the table, she made to stand up, but he waved her back into her seat. She stood anyway.

"You didn't need to get up," he said.

"It would have been difficult to do this if I hadn't!" she said. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He felt her body firm against him, and she couldn't help but feel his reaction to it. She smiled and sat back down.

"Mom tells me you're a firefighter and paramedic; those must be challenging jobs," she said.

"It's one job, and yes, it can be challenging. Many days it's feast or famine, you've got nothing going on, and then a call comes in, and it's flat out. The shift work can be a grind, but I love it. I can't imagine doing anything else. What about you? What's your passion?"

She explained that she was a fourth-grade teacher at a local elementary school. "Not much famine though, every day is a challenge. But that's not where I see myself forever. I'd love to be a musician. Problem is, I'm not good enough to make a living off it."

The conversation wound through the usual things, life experiences, travel and eventually, relationships. "So you're not married, obviously," she said.

"Divorced. We were high school sweethearts, and we thought we'd be together forever. Then we both realized that as we'd grown up, we became very different people. The only thing we had in common was sex, and that can't sustain a marriage. We still see each other from time to time, we bump into each other at the hospital, she's a nurse, or if we're out, but it's just friendly, the spark is gone."

"How sad," she said. "It must have been awful to stop loving someone like that."

"On the contrary, it was a relief! Once we realized it was over, we could stop going through the motions and start living again." He took a sip of his drink and smiled. "What about you? Not married then?"

She shook her head. "Came close last year. I thought he was the one. Unfortunately, so did his other girlfriend. She found out he was seeing me as well, and she confronted me about it. I told her that if she wanted him, she could have him. She got pregnant, and now they're married and miserable. He called me about six months ago, all upset and crying, but I told him he made his bed, he can lie in it. Ever since, I've been a bit gun-shy when it comes to men and dating. Until now." She took a sip of her drink, but her eyes stayed locked onto his over the rim of her glass.

For nearly three hours, they chatted, ate, and had a couple of drinks each. They laughed a lot, and by the end of their date, they were holding hands a lot. “How fortunate for me that you live just down the hall from my mom!” she said.

"How fortunate for us both," he said. They got up and went out to the parking lot beside her car. He took her in his arms, and she tried to kiss him, but he stopped her. "Are you sure you're okay to drive? Maybe a cab might be a good idea."

"Or you could drive me!" she said as seductively as three Moscow Mules would allow.

" I could, but I have to go home after that, six o'clock comes early." She tried to smile, but she was obviously disappointed. "Look, I like you, and I've really enjoyed getting to know you. But fair warning, dating a firefighter is a challenge. Our work schedules are frequently going to clash, and we sometimes bring our work home with us. It's a difficult job. But, if you're willing to take on that challenge, I'd like to see you again. I have three days off starting on Saturday morning. Do you want to get together for lunch or dinner?"

"Challenge accepted!" she said. She tiptoed up to kiss him, and this time he accepted. She felt him harden against her tummy and smiled. "Are you sure I can't tempt you?"

He kissed her again. "Oh, I'm tempted! But my job is too important to go in there tired. Tired people make mistakes, and when we make mistakes, people die."

"I understand," she said. She took out her phone and ordered an Uber. While they waited, they kissed and talked some more. By the time it arrived, they were both fully aroused, but he held firm. He had seen firsthand what happens when people do the job tired and hungover. He swore that would never happen to him.

"Text me when you get home," he said. "Thank you for dinner, I had a good time."

"You could have had a better time, but that's okay. There'll be other nights!"

"I hope so," he said. He kissed her again and held her hand while she got into the car.

He was almost home when his phone pinged, but he resisted looking at it until he got there. "Home safe and sound. Thx for a fun night! C U on Saturday! XX"

He smiled and tapped a quick reply. "Happy to hear it. Thanks for a lovely evening, talk soon." He went inside, got his gear ready for the next day and got into bed. He looked at the picture he'd taken of them at the restaurant and remembered the feel of her body against his. He felt himself stiffen with the recollection. "It's been a while," he whispered to himself as he lay back and took matters into his own hands.

~ ~ ~

Meanwhile, in a one-bedroom apartment across town, a faint buzz could be heard as Jessica sated the lust that had built within her during their date. She had tried her best to seduce him, but he was all responsibility and common sense. Damn him for his common sense! She just wanted to get naked and fuck! Her toy massaged her on the inside and her fingertips on the outside, and soon, she was writhing and moaning as she brought her orgasm from deep within her to burst out of her in a fury of wetness and noise.

"I need a real cock!" she said to herself as she lay back and recovered. "Six months is way too long to go without a good shagging" she said to herself. Then she thought back on that young lifeguard at the beach who had thrilled her over and over with his lips, tongue and seven inches of hard, thick cock. She hoped her toy had enough charge left in it for one more!

~ ~ ~

"John, there you are!" Grace called as he entered his apartment building after a not-so-great day at work. They'd had to extricate a young mother and child from a wreck, and it was 50/50 if either of them would make it. Most days, he loved his job, but on days like this, he hated it.

"Oh, hi, Grace, how are you?"

"I'm fine, John, but you look troubled. Bad day at work?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "Bad car accident. A mom and her child are in tough shape; we're not sure if they're going to make it."

"Oh, dear! How awful!" she said as she reached out to take his hand. "I was talking to my Jessica today, she was singing your praises after your date last night! She said you were a perfect gentleman, which is of no surprise to me; I told her you would be!"

"I had a very lovely evening with Jessica, ma'am. In fact, we're seeing each other this weekend." He squeezed her hand.

"So she said. She's very excited about it. I hope you kids have a good time!"

He wasn't sure, but he thought she winked at him as she let his hand go and turned to retrieve her mail from the box in the lobby. Twenty minutes later, his phone rang, and he saw from the caller ID that it was Jessica.

"Hey, John. My mom just called me and told me you had a bad day. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really, no," he said. "I kind of have to process these on my own."

"Okay. Listen, I was thinking about coming over to visit my mom tonight after dinner, how about I pop by?"

"Sure, I'd like that," he said. He took a shower, dressed in a nice shirt and slacks and made himself dinner. At about 7:00, his phone pinged. It was Jessica inviting him over for a visit with her mom.

He showed up and was greeted with a warm hug. The three of them chatted, and after about half an hour, John excused himself, saying he had an early morning.

“I should get going, too,” Jessica said. “Night, Mom, I’ll call you tomorrow.” She hugged her and turned to John, “Walk me to my car?” Grace smiled at the prospect of her daughter getting involved with such a good and handsome man.

She slipped her hand into John’s as they walked to her car in the visitors' area of the parking lot. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to do on Saturday?” she asked.

“Maybe go see a band? Something easygoing, perhaps?” he replied.

“I know just the place!” she said. She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, teasing his tongue with hers. "Or we could just go to my place and let nature take its course!"

"Let's see how the evening goes, shall we?" It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with her; he just wanted to be well rested. He had a feeling it might be a long and bumpy night!

They parted, and just as she moved to sit in her car, she looked up and gave one of those finger waves the way girls do. He looked over his shoulder and saw Grace's face disappear from the window as the curtains fell into place.

~ ~ ~

They'd agreed to meet at an Irish-style pub for dinner and to listen to the band for a few hours before going back to her place. He arrived a few minutes early, as was his custom to see that she hadn't arrived yet. A minute later, he got a text from her saying she'd be there in a few minutes and to get them a table and order the first round. She arrived just as the drinks were being placed on the table.

"Hi! Sorry, I'm late!" she said excitedly. "I just couldn't figure out what to wear!" He got up and greeted her with a hug and a soft kiss.

"You look incredible," he replied. She knew it, but she liked hearing him say it.

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself, Sir!" she said. They settled in beside each other and exchanged small talk before picking up the menus to choose what they wanted for dinner. The band was setting up as they ate, and right when their dessert dishes were cleared away, they started up.

Jessie's eyes shone as she clapped and sang along to the music. John was struck by the clarity of her voice as she sang. Every so often, she looked over at him to find him not singing along or even watching the band; he only had eyes for her as she captivated him. The way her chest rose and fell as she drew in her breath and then exhaled as she sang, the way her hair moved when she tossed her head, and the way her breasts strained against her clothing as she clapped along mesmerized him.

When the first set was over, she returned her attention to him. "You are amazing!" he said as she pulled her chair closer to him. "I love the sound of your voice! It's beautiful!"

"Thank you, John. If you think I can sing, you should have heard my father. Now that man could sing! It's all in the breathing," she said. "If you know how to breathe properly, the sound just comes out."

"I think there's a little bit of pure talent involved," he said, which made her pale skin go a little pink.

Just then, the singer from the band came over and motioned to the empty chair beside them. "May I?" he asked.

He introduced himself as Sean and turned to Jessica, "You have an incredible voice, Jessie, and you know every word! Do you play any instruments?"

"Violin, mostly, but I can play some piano and a little mandolin. Why do you ask?" she said.

He pointed to the raven-haired woman who played violin and sang with them, "Our Christy is getting married and moving away in a few months. We're just starting our search for her replacement. I hate to impose on your date, but it would be a shame if we let this chance pass us by. Would you mind coming up and playing a couple of tunes for the band during the break? "

She looked at John and shrugged her shoulders, and he told her to go for it. She got up and went up to the stage with him, and he gathered the rest of the band to listen to her. John watched as the band members smiled and nodded their heads as she played. When she was finished, Christy stood and spoke loudly enough for most of the room to hear her. "You should hire her on the spot, lads, she's way better than I am!" Jessie blushed. The rest of the band nodded and they exchanged a few more words before she returned to the table.

"So are you going to be in a band? John asked.

"Maybe. They want me to practice with them this Wednesday night. If it goes well, we'll see!"

"Is that something you want to do?" he asked.

"I've always loved performing, but life just sort of got in the way," she said.

"It seems to me that life might have just stepped aside and waved you forward," he said. "Opportunity is knocking, the least you can do is answer the door!"

"I'm going to steal that one!" she said. She leaned and kissed him. "I'm having the best time!" She sat back and downed the rest of her drink, and he couldn't help but stare at the swell of her breasts as she leaned her head back to empty her glass. "One thing's for sure, if she joins the band, they'll have a lot more male followers!" he thought. Not that Christy wasn't attractive, she surely was, but she had nothing on Jessie. Not in his eyes anyway.

The band got back up to start the next set. "Ladies and gentlemen, those of you who follow us know that Christy will be leaving the band later this year. She's getting married and moving away, so we need a replacement. Well. tonight we met a young lady who just might be that person, and we'd like to invite her up to play a couple of numbers with us if she would." He looked at Jessie, and she hesitated.

"Go on!" John said. "I would love to hear you sing some more!" She kissed his cheek and got up to join them. Christy handed over her violin, and after a quick pluck on the strings to check the tune and a draw of the bow to get the feel, she nodded. John watched as she played and moved. Her harmonies were in perfect time and pitch, and if she missed a note, he couldn't tell. After three songs, she made to leave the stage, but Christy stopped her. "Play one more, a solo if you would." She leaned over and whispered into Jessie's ear, and she nodded.

Jessie stepped up to the microphone. "This song is my favourite to play. I used to play it with my father before he passed." She looked at Christy, "I'll try not to cry on your violin!" Christy's hands went to her mouth, and she nodded. John took out his phone and started recording video as Jessie closed her eyes and drew the bow.

The song was slow and haunting, a waltz that many people recognize but don't know the name of. John knew he'd heard it before, but couldn't place it. It was a moving piece that caused people to close their eyes and just listen without the interruption of their surroundings. After the first half dozen measures, the guitar player joined in, and Jessie's eyes opened, and she smiled at him. After a few more, the bass player added his contribution. A whispered, "Oh my God!" was heard, and John looked around and saw two ladies at the next table crying. They looked like a daughter holding her mother's hand. Another couple was standing, she in front of him with his arms around her and their fingers interlaced as they swayed to the slow 3/4 time. All around were smiles and whispers as the song reached its end with a long, clear note coming from the single slow draw of the bow.

The last note sounded, and the pub erupted with applause. Jessie beamed and wiped a tear from her cheek as she accepted their cheers. She handed the violin back to Christy with a smile and a word of thanks. They exchanged a few whispers, and Christy stepped up to the mic. "Jessie Knightley, everyone!" she shouted, and the crowd cheered again. As Jessie stepped from the stage, Christy looked at her fellow bandmates and said, "How in the fook am I supposed to follow that?" They all laughed along with the crowd. Then they started playing a fast tune to try to keep the energy in the crowd that Jessie had created.

It took Jessie a few minutes to get back to the table. It seemed everyone in the pub had to congratulate her and offer her a drink and a kind word. When she finally got back and sat down, John just looked at her. "Wow!!" was all he could say. "Wow! I got nothing else!" She blushed and took a sip of her drink.

"Oh my God, that was fun!" she said excitedly.

"You are amazing!" he said. "I wish I had a better word to describe you! Why are you hiding this incredible talent?"

"I told you, life happens." She took another drink. "Maybe you're right, maybe this is opportunity knocking!" They hadn't intended to stay for the whole evening; Jessie, in particular, had been in a bit of a rush to get John back to her place to do to him the things she wanted to do since the day they'd met. But the type of attention she was getting can have an effect on people, and she wanted to stay as long as she could to enjoy it. Before they knew it, the band was bidding everyone a good night. Of course it wasn't, the crowd started banging glasses on the tables and demanding "ONE MORE! ONE MORE!" Sean came over to her and whispered in her ear. She looked at John and smiled before following Sean to the stage.

"Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you!" he said. "We have one more number we'd like to do for you, it's an acapella number, which in Latin means 'no guitars'!" Everyone laughed and cheered at his joke. "We've asked Jessie to come up and help us one last time this evening for this old Scottish number. Ladies and gentlemen, please charge your glasses and sing along if you know it. Good night to you all!" He counted out the time, and Christy started them off.

"Of all the money that e'er I had, I have spent it in good company," sounded the opening lines of "The Parting Glass". John had heard it but didn't know it, but somehow he knew he'd become very familiar with the words to this and many other songs going forward. Many sang along, some didn't, but all were captivated by the melody, lyric and harmony as the six people on the stage sang it as if they had written it themselves. John found himself wishing he'd had the common sense to record it as well.

The song over, people started finishing the last drinks and bidding each other goodnight. Jessie was again interrupted by congratulations, as were the entire band as they started to strike down their equipment and put their instruments away. "I should help," Jessie said, but Christy stopped her.

"That's man's work," she said. "If you join this band, never lift a finger more than you have to. You're the eye candy to get the fellas in the door and drinking, they do the donkey work!"

Jessie laughed and hugged Christy. "I'm sorry if I upstaged you tonight."

"How could you not? Just look at you, you are gorgeous!" She looked at John, and Jessie introduced them. "It's nice to meet you, John. Be careful, this one's a handful!"

John smiled, "It's nice to meet you too. Congratulations on your upcoming marriage. I wish you the best." They chatted for a few minutes, and Christy bade them good night. "Wednesday, 6:30, United Church Hall on Birch Street." Jessie gave her a thumbs up, and she left. As they were turning to leave, the two ladies came up to them.

"We just wanted to thank you for playing that song," the younger one said. "We had someone play it at my father's funeral last month. They did an okay job, but you played it like you wrote it!"

"Thank you," Jessie said. "I used to play it with my dad before he passed."

"So you know," the older lady said. Jessie nodded. "It's a special song to all of us, it seems."

"It makes playing it easy and harder at the same time. Easy because you love the tune, but harder because of the emotions you feel when you're playing it. I always cry when I play it."

"We noticed," the younger lady said. "So, are you going to join the band?"

"I'm going to start practicing with them, and we'll see how it goes," Jessie said.

"I hope you do, Christy is good, and she is lovely, but you are much better than she is!"

"I don't know about that," Jessie said. "You are very kind, thank you!" The two women both hugged her and left.

"Some evening!" John said.

"This is the most fun I've had in years!" she said.

"And the night isn't over," he suggested.

"Oh, you naughty boy!" Jessie whispered. They kissed as they waited for their cab, and by the time they got to her place, they were both as ready as they'd ever be. They went inside, started making out, and then Jessie excused herself. "I'll be right back."

While she was in the washroom, he waited on the couch. He could see into her bedroom and smiled when he saw the turned-down bed, the low lighting and the scented candles burning. She'd hoped and expected he'd be there, and he appreciated the effort.

His attention was snapped back when he heard a noise from the washroom. She was leaning against the doorway, the harsh light backlighting her body as she smiled at him. All she had on was a tight-fitting bodice with suspenders and stockings; her breasts and pussy were uncovered. "You like?" she said softly.

He stood to move toward her, but she put her hand up, waving him back down to the couch. She walked over like she was on a catwalk, one foot slowly crossing over the other, accentuating the sway of her hips as she moved. She stood in front of him and knelt down, leaning forward to kiss him.

"I like, very much!" he said as he accepted her offered lips.

Their kiss broke, and she smiled at him. "I'm sorry I was late, but my dilemma wasn't what to wear; it was what to wear underneath what I was wearing!"

"You chose very well," he said. "The words needed to describe how hot you look don't exist in the English language, at least not in the words that I know!"

"You smooth talker you!" she grinned as she bent down and started to unbuckle his belt and slacks. She finally got them around his ankles and ran a fingernail up the length of his shaft, pausing to collect the bead of fluid from the tip and lick her finger clean. "This is another thing that proper breathing technique is good for!" She pursed her lips at him before opening her mouth and enveloping him.

He moaned as he felt himself being enveloped in the warmth. Not since his ex-wife had he felt the pleasure of being orally satisfied by a woman. She looked up and saw his head lying back against the back of the couch, and took her mouth off him. "Watch me!" she commanded, and he was powerless to resist. She smiled as their eyes met and opened her mouth again.

The sight was everything he'd dreamed it would be. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the light reflected off the natural reddish highlights that streaked through it. Her eyes were made up with smoky shadows and a trail of eyeliner from each corner, drawing the attention outward. Her lips were painted an exotic red to match her fingernails. He watched intently as they changed their shape as she went down and then drew back up. The pink of her tongue flicked out occasionally as she used it to great effect around his shaft and pliant head. His ex had been good, but she was a whole other level.

She continued for a bit, stopping every few minutes to let him calm down, during which she would run a fingertip along his shaft or grasp it all around to give it a few slow strokes. "You better not!" he warned as she opened her mouth again.

"Why not? You have a surprise for me?" she grinned.

"Something like that," he groaned as she squeezed his cock a little tighter as she drew her hand upward to the tip. She went back down on him just one more time, then came up, kissing the end of it before kissing her way up his body. She unbuttoned his shirt as she moved up, kissing the skin as it was exposed. She took a nipple into her mouth and nibbled on it before suckling on it briefly, making him groan loudly. No woman had ever done that to him.

She climbed onto his lap, positioning herself by feel until she could tell he was where she wanted him. She kissed him hard and then whispered, "I have been looking forward to this!" before sliding her hips down over him.

She kissed him again, capturing the moan that came from deep within him as he felt her warmth and wetness envelop his cock. It had been too long for both of them, but it had been rather longer for him. He held her onto him so he could savour the feeling of that most intimate of unions between a man and a woman.

She started moving her hips slowly as she buried her face in his neck. "This feels better than I dreamed it would!" she whispered between soft nuzzling kisses below his ear.

"You dreamed of this?" he asked.

She moved up to see his face. "Wished, hoped, dreamed, fantasized, yes!"

"Me too!" he said softly as his hands moved to her hips. His strength guided her over him, the pace quickening as their lust built. The couch began to squeak as they fucked, and soon it was shifting a little with each coming together of their bodies.

Suddenly, he stood up, with her legs still wrapped around him and his cock still buried deep inside her. A soft sigh escaped her lips at the surprise of it, and he walked them into the bedroom, setting her gently on the bed as he moved over her. His cock came out of her briefly, but slipped right back in as his hips moved forward.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she groaned, and he obliged her. Obscenities came forcefully from inside her each time he drove forward. "Give that good stuff! Fuck that pussy, big guy! Come on, fill me with your hot cum!" Her eyes locked on his, and their foreheads touched together as their union entered its final phase. "Almost there, Baby! So close!"

He tried his best to outlast her, but her sucking his cock had given him a head start. He could hold back no longer, so he drove into her, his body spasming as he came. She felt his cock surge into her, his warm cum flooding into her and leaking out, smearing against them. She tried to keep moving her hips, but the weight he had on her body didn't allow for much.

She felt him relax a little and knew she likely had enough time to get to the finish line before he began to soften. "Come on, buddy, hang in there!" she growled through gritted teeth as she started fucking his cock. "You got this! Stay with me!" She ground against him, her only focus that blinding rush of pure pleasure as she got closer and closer to her immediate goal. Noises, sounds, not words came from her body as she slid herself over his shaft.

Her body released a warm rush that covered them both as clear, slick fluid ran from her and down over her bottom, staining the sheet beneath them. She pressed her forehead against his, wanting to watch his face as they came together for the first time. Her face was transformed into pure lust, a being that existed in that moment only for sexual pleasure.

Sated, he collapsed onto her, feeling their combined fluid leak out of her as she moved a few final strokes to finish off the best fuck she'd had in a very long time, maybe the best ever. And this was only their first time, as they learned more about each other's bodies, learned their likes and dislikes, it would only get better, she was certain.

He moved back, and they smiled at each other. "Mmm, I could get used to this!" she whispered. It was becoming obvious that, of the two of them, she was the more talkative one. She shifted, and his softening cock slipped out of her, causing her to cry a small, "Oh, no!" She hugged him tightly and said, "A perfect end to a perfect night!"

"The night's not over yet!" he said, and she smiled at him brightly. He rolled off her and lay beside her, his hand finding hers.

They lay together for a while, their breathing recovering slowly as they shared soft kisses. She looked at him and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and licked it off her finger, relishing the salty taste. He got up first to use the washroom, and as he was in there, she came in and stepped into the shower. "There's room in here for two, just saying!"

He smiled and stepped in with her, and as he washed her face, he realized that he'd never seen her without makeup. Aside from a couple of freckles and a tiny scar right beside her right eye, her skin was clear and smooth. "You are so pretty, I don't know why you put all that stuff on your face."

"You're just saying that," she said bashfully.

"I'm saying it because it's true," he replied. She tiptoed up and kissed him, and they continued washing each other. By the time they were done, they were ready to go again.

They helped each other get dried off, which took considerably longer because of all of the kissing, touching and rubbing that took place. Jessie had the foresight to grab a fresh towel to put on the bed so the uncomfortable wet spot might be avoided.

This time it was his turn to taste her. He wanted to take his time and discover some of her sensitive spots, but she was impatient; she had waited too long for this, and her kitty needed a good licking. He did not disappoint.

She felt at first that his initial touches were tentative, but she soon learned that he was teasing her. She lay back to enjoy what was coming, but he wasn't having it. "Watch me!" she heard, so she propped herself up on her elbows to do as he commanded. The teasing soon gave way to a more direct attack on her pussy as he added two fingers inside her. She could feel him searching as he watched her face for the clue that he'd found that hypersensitive area that too many men had trouble finding. When he found it, she gasped involuntarily, and her eyes rolled up. This guy was good!

He teased her mercilessly, bringing her close to climax and then backing off to let her come back down. "That's not fair!" she protested when he removed his fingers from her for the third time, only to look down to see him smiling up at her. "Please!" she begged, and she felt his fingers slip in to nestle up against that most sensitive spot.

This time, he gave her the release she was so desperately craving. Her hips rose up to meet his probing fingers, and she grabbed his hair to hold him onto her as his tongue lashed at her. Her thighs clamped against him as she came, squirting her orgasm onto him as her hips bucked and twisted. It was well he was in good shape as he held on tight.

He removed his fingers slowly and finished her climax with soft kisses on her labia before kissing his way up her body. He showed commendable restraint and patience as he reacted to her reactions by lingering at those spots on her body. Finally, he reached her face, flushed with the excitement and exertion and bathed in a sheen of sweat. He savoured the salty taste as his lips made their way towards hers. A soft, slow kiss elicited an equally soft moan and then a whisper, "Where have you been all my life?"

He smiled, his mission for the night accomplished. They kissed some more, and he used his superior strength to roll her on top of him. "Sorry," she whispered. "I got nothing left. In the morning, I promise!"

"Okay," and he rolled her back off him. She cuddled into him, her head on his shoulder, and his arms around her. He listened to her breathing slow, and he relaxed. He was glad they'd waited to share this, the anticipation had made it all the better.

He was disoriented when he woke up, and as the room came into focus, he began remembering the events of the previous night. Not just for the sex, that had been fantastic, but also how alive she looked as she played and sang the songs with the band. He went to the washroom to perform his waking routine, rinsing his mouth with the mouthwash that was on the vanity. He went back and lay down, hoping she'd come back to him and fulfill the promise she'd made in the wee hours of the morning. His reverie was broken when she appeared in the doorway to the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. "Good morning, handsome!" she said.

"It is indeed," he said as he drank in her beauty. From the tousled hair to her pretty face to her strong swimmer's shoulders, down to her full, firm breasts with those pink nipples standing up proudly in the chill morning air, past her waist to her generous hips with the small, neatly trimmed triangle of hair pointing the way to her sex, to her thighs down all the way to her toes, she was a vision of loveliness. "Damn, girl, you are hot!"

"You say the nicest things!" she said softly. She moved to him and climbed aboard, kissing him as though she was trying to convey everything she was feeling at that moment through only the pressure of her lips and the teasing of her tongue. Again, he used his strength to roll her onto her back, moving between her thighs and entering her as though their bodies were designed to fit perfectly together.

She sighed as she felt him fill her, feeling every tiny point of contact between them. She wanted him to move faster, but she waited. She had set the pace last night; she wanted him to love her in his own way this morning. Her nails dug into his back, drawing down and leaving red trails behind them. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him into her and wanting him to never leave.

His movements became quicker with more depth to his thrusts. His own passion fought with his desire to pleasure her, and in the end, as it always does, the passion won out. He selfishly thrust into her, the bed shifting and bumping lightly against the wall as they fucked. Their sole focus was narrowed to the union of their sex, his long, firm cock pistoning more quickly out and in as they neared the inevitable conclusion.

With a loud groan, he emptied himself inside her, his orgasm triggering hers. They heard the squishing sounds of their combined cum as he took those final few strokes, and she felt it running out of her, leaking down over her tiny rosebud and between the cheeks of her bum onto the sheet below.

She sighed when he left her, expecting him to favour her lips with kisses, and being surprised that instead of his lips coming up to meet hers, she felt them work their way down her body. She had never had that experience before, and she was surprised when she felt his tongue on her, licking softly and slowly along her lips before calming down on her clit. She felt him suckle on it and flick it with the tip of his tongue, sending her back up the slope to another thrilling high.

She felt his fingers slip inside her, sliding in easily through their cum, the tips coming to rest on that super sensitive spot just behind her clit. He found it expertly, knowing from the twitch of her hips that he'd done so, and between his lips and tongue on her clit and his fingers just inside her, she came again, her pussy clenching onto his fingers and her slick fluid flowing from her once more. He dutifully flicked and lapped at her, cleaning as much of it from her as he could before coming back up to finally kiss her lips. She tasted that tangy, salty taste of their combined issue and decided that she liked it very, very much.

"I've never," she sighed as she tried to catch her breath.

"You will from now on," he said, the unspoken promise hiding right behind the words.

"My God, John, that was..." She shivered as the last remnants of her orgasm went through her.

"Yes, it was!" He smiled and kissed her.

They spent most of the day in bed, rising only to use the washroom and take a shower together. They had dinner delivered and ate it in bed while watching a sappy rom-com, which was more to her liking than his. She noticed that every time the on-screen lovers would kiss, he would start kissing her as though he was inspired by the actions on the TV. As the movie reached its climax, so did they, and for the fifth time in less than 24 hours, they came together. By the time they were finished, she knew she would never let him leave.

That night was the last one they spent in her apartment. She spent the next one at his, and after taking her home the next morning to get ready for work, he went shopping for a ring. It was a whirlwind romance based on physical passion, but somehow he knew that she was the one. That night after dinner, they went down the hall to visit her mother. John showed her the video of her playing, and the older woman cried openly as she watched and held her daughter closely when it was over, a mix of sadness at the loss of her husband and pride in the beautiful and talented child they'd created and nurtured.

"Grace, I have a question I'd like to ask you. Normally I'd ask her father, but he's not here, so I have to ask you." Jessie stopped breathing. The thought had run through her mind, but she never dreamed that he would ask he so quickly.

"Of course, John, but that's a question you need to ask her, not me!" the older woman said.

He turned to Jessie. "Well?"

"Oh no!" she said. "You're not getting off that easy!" He fished in his pocket and pulled out the small box. "Jessica Knightley, will you marry me?"

"What do you think, Mama, should I?" she teased.

"If you don't, I will!" her mother laughed.

"I guess I'd better then!" She smiled and took the ring from the box, handing t him to put on her finger. "Yes, John Clark, I will marry you!" He slipped it on her finger, and they kissed, passionately but not so much so as to embarrass her mom. She showed her mom the ring, and they shared a moment.

"Your dad would be so happy!" Grace whispered.

The next day at school, kids being kids, one of them noticed the new ring on her finger. They were, as kids are, curious, asking her about her fiancé and when she told them he was a firefighter, one of them became concerned. "Aren't you afraid he'll get hurt?" she asked.

"It's a dangerous job, but he's very careful," she told her students. That's when it came to her mind to invite him to her class one day to talk about his job.

Later that first week was her first exposure to the shifts that he had to work. She understood in her mind that it was necessary, but in her heart and in her body, she wished he were home with her. She used the time to practice her violin and other instruments, going over to her mother's to practice on her old piano. She didn't expect to have to play keyboards in the group, but the exercise was good for her hands. It had been too long since she'd played, and her mother enjoyed seeing her so happy.

John attended whatever rehearsals his work would allow, and he was enthralled by the way the individual musicians came together in time and tempo to create a living piece of music from the separate parts. Then came the night of her first paid gig. It went well, but she was upset because she thought she'd made too many mistakes, but only a trained ear that knew their arrangements would notice. John was a little bit bothered by all the attention she was getting, but one after the other, she rebuffed them, sometimes showing her engagement ring and pointing to her tall and well-built fiancé as a means of deterring their advances. They talked about it that night after making love, and she assured him that she was a one-man woman forever.

Their nights together were passionate and exploratory. each of them learning the other's likes and dislikes and getting to know how to bring the passion out of each other. The end of June arrived, and she was off work for the summer, so they spent almost all of their days off in each other's company, finding their common interests, exploring new ones and falling deeper in love.

"Have you settled on a date yet?" her mother asked one night when they were over for dinner.

"Not yet," John said. "We were thinking about doing it before school started again."

"I don't know why you're waiting," Grace said. "You two are perfect for each other, and you're obviously head over heels. Why wait?"

"We don't want it to be too close to either of our birthdays," Jessie said.

"When's your birthday, John?" Grace asked.

"August 1st," he replied.

"Jessica's is September 7th, that's about six weeks." She thought for a minute and looked at the calendar on the wall. "August 22nd. It's decided. You'd better get cracking if you want to have everything done by then!"

They looked at each other and grinned. "I guess it's decided then," John said. "You have the time, so maybe you should look after most of the details. It's your day, not mine, whatever you want and can manage is fine with me."

"Jessica, do not let this one get away!" Grace said as she rose from her chair. She kissed her daughter's cheek and hugged her future son-in-law. "This calls for a celebration!" She served up white wine and raised a glass to them. "Thank goodness I fell down that day!"