I felt anxious when I got up on Friday morning. Kelly and I had a date, and I looked forward to seeing her again. I spent the day working out, swimming, and sitting in front of my computer monitors. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t concentrate and shut everything off at lunchtime. After eating, I changed my bed, putting on clean sheets. I kept myself occupied until it was time to get ready.

After showering, shaving, and getting dressed, I left for her apartment to pick her up. I pressed the button for her unit and announced myself when Kelly answered. She buzzed me in, and I went to the second floor, found her apartment, and knocked.

When she opened the door, I gazed at her, seeing the crisp white blouse and knee-length pleated skirt she wore. I saw she was wearing stockings, smiling when I remembered Kelly telling me she despised pantyhose.

The door closed, and she threw her arms around my neck. Our mouths met, and she shoved her tongue into mine. I held her against my chest while we moaned and our passion rose.

“God, I’ve missed you, Andy. I have been waiting to kiss you and feel you holding me,” Kelly said.

“I’ve missed you, too, Kelly. You look great and sexy tonight,” I said.

Kelly continued hugging me, her body quivering in my arms. We kissed for a moment before she released me and moved away. Kelly took my hand, leading me as she showed me her small one-bedroom apartment. We returned to the living room and sat on the couch.

“I know it isn’t much, but it was all I could afford when I left Bob. It was so hard to make ends meet at first. When I moved in, I bought a new bed, but the rest of my furniture is used,” Kelly said.

I nodded, remembering how it took time for Kathy and me to set up housekeeping.

“Everything looks good, Kelly. Sometimes we have to do whatever it is to survive and move on.”

Kelly smiled and nodded. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

I was ready. I was ready to push Kelly onto the couch and fuck her. As much as I wanted to, it would have to wait. I stood and offered her my hand. She got up and kissed me before pointing at a duffel bag sitting by the door.

“I hope you’ll take me to your house for the weekend. I packed a few things.”

I chuckled and nodded. “No walk of shame this time.”

“I didn’t feel any shame when you brought me home last Sunday.”

“Good. I had a great time last weekend and plan to have a better time this weekend. Let’s go eat,” I said.

I grabbed Kelly’s bag and carried it to my SUV. After tossing it into the back seat, I opened the door for her. She got in, letting her skirt rise high enough to reveal the lacy tops of her white stockings and the clips of her garter suspenders holding them up. Kelly smiled when she saw me looking at her legs, but didn’t pull her skirt down.

After closing the door, I went to the driver’s side and got in. I pulled away, heading to the restaurant where I’d made reservations. As I drove, I kept glancing at Kelly, our eyes meeting when I did.

“Since staying with you last weekend, I’ve gone naked at home. After you introduced me to the naturist lifestyle, I’ve embraced it.” Kelly giggled. “It makes it easier to play with myself when we talk on the phone.”

Laughing, I said, “Is that what you do? Do you play with your needy pussy while we talk?”

Kelly reached for my hand and held it. “I play with my needy pussy whenever I think about you. You’ve flipped the switch, and I can’t turn it off, not that I want to.”

“Once the genie is out of the bottle, you can’t put it back.” I released her hand, put my hand on her leg, and stroked her stocking-covered thigh.

“I don’t want to put the genie back into the bottle, Andy. I want to let go and enjoy life. You’ve opened my mind, and there’s no looking back. I have no regrets about what we shared last weekend, only desires.”

Gripping her thigh, I said, “Like two ships in the night, colliding and becoming one.”

Kelly chuckled. “It was more like a hard cock and a needy pussy colliding.”

As I listened to Kelly, I felt her needs paralleled mine. Her willingness to vocalize her desires was refreshing. Her playful banter was encouraging.

I pulled up to the front of the restaurant and waited for the valet to open Kelly’s door. I watched her fix her skirt while she waited. When the valet opened her door, she stepped out. I got out and went to Kelly, taking her hand. We walked into the building and up to the host stand. After we were seated, the server took our drink orders. I asked for a vodka martini, and Kelly asked for a gin and tonic.

We talked while enjoying our meals. She told me she went shopping to buy the lingerie she wore. I thanked her, telling Kelly I couldn’t wait to see her in it. We spent an hour in the restaurant. After dinner, we had coffee and an after-dinner drink. I paid the bill, and we left. I felt both of us were anxious to get to my house and pick up where we’d left off last Sunday.

While I drove, Kelly toyed with her skirt, lifting it so I could see her legs. When I put my hand on her thigh, she grabbed my arm and pulled my hand to her crotch. I rubbed her, feeling the silky panties she wore. As my fingers danced on her pussy, she reached over the console and rubbed my genitals.

I pulled into the garage, turned off the SUV, and went to Kelly’s door. When she swung her legs out, I saw the gusset of her white lacy panties. We went to the great room, hugged, and kissed each other. I began unbuttoning her blouse while she released my belt. We were frantic to remove one another’s clothes. Gripping her shirt, I pulled it off as my slacks fell and gathered around my ankles. I gazed at her chest, seeing her areola and nipples through the sheer material of her bra. With my eyes glued to her chest, I released her bra, uncovering her breasts. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. As we stripped each other, we tried to kiss, but found it almost impossible.

I removed Kelly’s skirt and stepped back to see her. Her panties were a tiny white lace thong, and her garter matched it. Hooking my fingers in the thin waistband of her thong, I lowered it, revealing her hairless mons. She rubbed my crotch and pushed my boxer briefs down, releasing my cock. Kelly wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked me while I ran my hands over her naked ass.

Hugging her, I lifted Kelly, carried her to a recliner, and sat her in the chair. She squealed as I knelt, put her legs over my shoulders, and pressed my face against her pussy. As I licked Kelly’s sex, she rubbed her stocking-covered legs against my back. I gripped her ass, pulling her crotch against my mouth.

“Oh, god, yes. Eat my pussy and make me come. I’ve been waiting all week for you to eat me,” Kelly shouted.

I put two fingers against her pussy, pushing them in and out while flicking and sucking her rigid clitoris. She writhed on the chair, chanting and begging for her release. About ten minutes later, her legs came off my back and flailed as her orgasm rocketed through her. Before her body stopped convulsing, I rose, gripped my cock, and slid it into her pussy. Moving my hands to her chest, I caressed her breasts and nipples. Her reaction and verbal chants told me how hard she wanted me to pinch her nipples.

Kelly wrapped her legs around my back, hammering me with her feet. “Harder! Fuck me harder! I love your cock in my needy pussy, I need it!” Kelly shouted.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet. I can’t get enough of you,” I said.

Putting a hand behind her head, I pulled our mouths together. I continued thrusting in and out of her pussy as I tried to kiss her. Kelly grabbed my head and pushed my face to her breasts.

“Suck my tits and nipples. Shove your cock in me and make me come again,” Kelly said.

The passion of the moment, and our animal-like rutting, was getting to me. While I could usually prolong my climax, the heat and passion were taking their toll. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back, shoved my cock into Kelly’s pussy, and came. My dick throbbed as a week of pent-up desire and cum filled her pussy. When I finished, I leaned against her and tried to regain my composure. A few moments later, she pushed against my shoulder.

Leaning back, Kelly pushed me onto the floor. She straddled my head, lowered her crotch to my mouth, and took my slick cock into hers. I licked her creamy pussy while she slurped our combined fluids from my dick. We maintained our oral attack until Kelly came and rubbed her pussy against my face. My cock swelled in her mouth, but it would be a few minutes before I recovered enough to come again.

Sated and panting, Kelly removed her crotch from my face. She turned around, covered my body with hers, and kissed me. We melded our tongues, savoring the taste of our fluids.

Kelly sat up, straddled my body, and gazed into my eyes. Stroking my sweaty chest, she said, “Damn! I needed that, Andy. I needed to feel you fuck me and make me come. I needed you.”

“It was great, just like all the times we’ve fucked. I missed it, too, Kelly.” I chuckled. “It’s been a long week. Unlike you, I didn’t play with myself this week.”

“I touched myself, but I didn’t come. I even tried using my dildo, but after last weekend, it wouldn’t do.”

I laughed and told Kelly to get up. When she stood, I removed her garter and stockings. Taking her hand, I led her to the kitchen, pausing to turn on the patio and underwater pool lights. We went outside and jumped into the pool, feeling the water cool our bodies and rinse away the sweat.

We hugged, kissed, and fondled each other while playing in the pool. A few minutes later, we showered and returned to the house.

“You seem at ease talking while we have sex,” I said.

Kelly grinned and nodded. “It’s new to me. In the past, I never talked. I hardly moaned when I had sex. You inspire me and bring out something I think has been lurking within me. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Hell, no! I love dirty talk when having sex.”

We headed to the great room and gathered our scattered clothing. Kelly and I went to the bedroom and stretched out on the bed beside each other. We started hugging and kissing, using gentle caresses and kisses instead of words to convey our feelings and desires.

For the next hour, Kelly and I made love. Our actions were tender, rather than the rampant sex we’d engaged in earlier. We used our mouths to tease each other’s genitals and our hands to gently stroke our bodies. I rolled Kelly onto her back, moved between her legs, and slipped my cock into her pussy. We changed positions several times as we shared our gentle coupling.

Because I’d come earlier, I was able to prolong my orgasm and make Kelly come several times. After she came, we’d relax and cuddle for a few minutes so she could recover before starting over.

Kelly was riding me when I came and refilled her pussy. When my pulsing stopped, we hugged, kissed, and recovered. Snuggling together, I felt my feelings for Kelly intensify, and wondered how I could have the feelings after such a short time. While we’d known each other for ten years, we’d only been intimate for six days. As she wiggled against my body, I realized our nightly phone calls served to get to know one another better. During our lengthy conversations, we didn’t talk about sex. We shared our day’s activities and the things we wanted to do and see.

One of the common points that came up while we talked was that neither of us wanted to be alone anymore. I had to decide if Kelly was the person I wanted to be with on a more permanent basis.

Kelly snuggled against me, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me. I held her, rubbing her back and ass as we shared the tender kiss. She moved, rolling over and pressing her back to my chest. She took my arm, pulled it over her body, and placed my hand on her breast. I held her close as we settled in for the night.

“Good night, baby. Thank you for the wonderful date,” Kelly said.

Kelly’s term of endearment surprised me. It was the first time she’d called me baby, or any other name. I wondered what she meant or if it was just an utterance due to the moment.

Taking a chance, I said, “Good night, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

When I called Kelly, sweetie, her body relaxed and pressed back against me. She tightened her grip on my arm, holding my hand against her breast. I flexed my fingers, hearing her soft moan.

I held Kelly against me while thinking of our exchange. Until that moment, our interactions had been sexual and fun. Did she feel there was something more to our budding relationship? Did I feel something was developing that would turn us into more than fuck buddies? I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I knew I didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Kelly and I went at each other like two horny teenagers when we arrived after we ate at the restaurant. She was as aggressive as I was while we removed each other's clothing and engaged in heated, rampant sex. Our sex was gratifying and quenched our pent-up desires, but not nearly as satisfying as when we went to bed.

After we swam, showered, and went to my bedroom, we made love. I felt it was more about our connection than sex. We didn’t talk much, using our hands, mouths, and bodies to convey our needs. While I loved hearing and talking during sex, there was something comforting about containing our words. Our gentle lovemaking was different and refreshing.

I cradled one of Kelly’s breasts in my hand, feeling the softness and warmth of her body against mine. It was a subtle comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a feeling I needed and wanted. I wondered if Kelly had similar feelings.

Love at first sight was an abstract idea to me. I never thought two people could connect, or in Kelly’s and my case, reconnect so quickly. I knew I wasn’t in love with Kelly, but I felt there was more than lust that made us compatible. While I was skeptical of divine intervention, there was a strong force drawing me to her. The only thing I was sure of at the moment was that I wanted her in my life. I wasn’t going to be satisfied only seeing Kelly on the weekends. My needs weren’t just sexual. I needed and wanted companionship.

Content and comfortable, I was finally able to fall asleep.

Kelly and I began Saturday, tangled in each other’s arms. We had moved during the night and faced each other with our legs hooked together. I ran my hand up and down her back as we wiggled.

Kelly kissed me, smiled, and said, “Good morning, Andy. Thank you for a wonderful night.”

“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” I chuckled and kissed her. “We went kind of wild when we got here.”

“We did. It was fun and put out the fire that had been burning inside me all week. As hot and fun as it was, what we did together when we came to bed was so much better. I can’t explain how it made me feel or how it affected me. You triggered emotions I have never felt before.”

“So, which do you like better? Hot raw sex or tender lovemaking?” I said.

Snuggling against me, Kelly rested her head on my shoulder. She remained silent, making me wonder if what I asked upset her. After a few moments, she lifted her head, kissed me, and looked into my eyes.

“Is it okay to like both? I love and need the hot, raw sex where we’re on the verge of losing control and the talking that goes with it. It satisfies a physical need. Our tender lovemaking provides an emotional comfort I’ve never known. It fills an emptiness and makes me feel more complete.”

I smiled and nodded. Kelly managed to articulate my feelings to a tee. Her statement about filling an emptiness resonated deeply within me, describing how I had felt for several years. The loss of my wife left me hollow and in need of something to fill the space she left. It wasn’t Kathy’s fault she died. A greedy company and a distracted truck driver ripped her from my life.

Then, while I wallowed in my self-pity and went through life almost aimlessly, Kelly appeared. During the few hours we spent together at our friends’ wedding, I felt hope. She managed to drag me out of myself and decide to change the way I had been living. I didn’t know if it would be her, but Kelly gave me hope. One of the things that had been missing in my life.

“I enjoy the hot sex we’ve shared, and I hope we’ll continue to share. Spontaneous sex is fun, and as you said, it provides physical pleasure. What we shared last night when we came to bed was, and is, something I need. You’re right, it fills an emptiness that I never thought I’d fill again. You were right when you said it satisfies an emotional need.”

“Can we have both?” Kelly said.

“I certainly hope so. You’ll have to excuse me, but I need the bathroom,” I said.

Kelly laughed as I got out of bed. “Hurry, I have to go too, baby.”

There it was again. Kelly’s use of the term of endearment made my heart swell. Maybe when she said it last night, it wasn’t in the heat of the moment. Maybe Kelly was developing a deeper feeling for me, as I was for her.

I finished in the bathroom and flushed the toilet. While I washed my hands, Kelly scurried into the room and sat on the toilet.

“I’m going to make coffee,” I said as I left the bathroom.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”

I put fresh beans in the grinder and turned it on. Once the grinder finished, I prepared the coffee maker and pushed the start button. Going to the French doors, I looked outside and saw it was sunny. Feeling Kelly’s arms go around me, I leaned back, feeling her breasts against my back. I put my hands on her arms, pressing them against me.

“Are we going to swim this morning?” Kelly asked as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

“Yes. We’ll go after I have coffee.”

Kelly nodded, kissed my neck, and moved away. She went to the cupboards and took out two mugs, placing them on the counter near the coffee maker. I watched her, admiring her body. When the coffee maker finished, she filled the mugs and took them to the island counter. We sat beside each other, sipping the hot black liquid.

“What would you like to do today?” I asked Kelly.

“It doesn’t matter to me as long as we do it together.” She smiled at me. “I’d like to work on my tan for a while, unless there’s something else you want to do.”

“That’s fine. I’d be happy to watch you bake your sexy naked body. What would you like for breakfast? We can make something here or go out,” I said.

Kelly grinned. “Let’s stay here. If we go out, I have to get dressed, and you won’t be able to see me naked.”

“I like seeing you dressed, Kelly. You’re just as sexy wearing clothes as you are naked,” I said.

“You’re too sweet, baby. We can go out if you want to, or I can make breakfast here.”

“We’ll stay here today. What are you going to make?” I said.

“Do you have what we need for French Toast?”

“Sure. There’s a fresh package of bulk sausage in the refrigerator. Want me to help?” I asked.

“No, baby, I want to take care of you. You take good care of me, and it’s my turn,” Kelly said.

Kelly got up and went to the refrigerator. She took out a carton of eggs and the package of sausage. As she worked, she asked where to find things. She washed her hands, made sausage patties, and placed them in a frying pan. I got up, grabbed an apron, and put it on her.

“Thank you,” Kelly said, wiggling her exposed butt.

While she fried the sausage, Kelly whipped eggs in a bowl. I told her where to find a griddle, and she removed it from a cabinet. Her timing was perfect, and everything was ready at the same time. When Kelly asked where to find the syrup, I got a bottle of pure maple syrup and placed it on the island counter. She removed her apron, sat beside me, and we ate.

I told Kelly everything was great. We finished eating, and she started to clean up. When I offered to help, she told me to relax.

Kelly moved around the kitchen, washing the pans and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Whenever she looked at me, she smiled. Sipping my coffee, I thought about how great it would be to do this every day. In my mind's eye, I could see Kelly and me living and working as a couple.

I wanted to travel the United States, but didn’t want to do it alone. If things worked out between Kelly and me, she would be a welcome travel partner. I could see us visiting many places and learning the history of our country. Europe was an option, but it wasn’t high on my list.

Kelly finished cleaning up, topped off our coffee mugs, and sat beside me. “That was fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve cooked for someone, and they enjoyed it.”

“It was very good, Kelly. Don’t you make yourself breakfast?” I said.

Kelly shook her head. “I usually have toast and coffee for breakfast. When I cook, I like to clean up when I finish eating. I don’t have time in the morning, and I don’t like coming home to dirty dishes.”

I smiled and nodded. That was something Kelly and I seemed to share. When I cook, I always clean up after eating. Again, I found a little thing that mirrored my habits.

We finished our coffee, went outside, and jumped into the pool. After swimming, we got out, showered, and relaxed on lounge chairs. I coated her body with sunscreen and moved to another chair to relax and gaze at Kelly.

After lying on her back for a while, Kelly rolled onto her stomach. She supported her upper body on her extended arms and looked at me. I watched her breasts sway when she moved. Lowering herself, Kelly turned her head toward me and smiled.

“I could get used to this. It must be nice to be able to swim every morning and lie in the sun. What do you do in the winter?” Kelly said.

“I don’t get to swim, but I exercise. I planned to enclose the pool so I could use it year-round, but haven’t done it yet,” I said.

“That would be nice. Wouldn’t enclosing the pool be expensive?”

“I have quotes for an enclosure. They aren’t too bad. I want one that I can open up in the summer and get fresh air.”

Kelly nodded and closed her eyes. I couldn’t help thinking about the times she’d called me baby. Watching her make breakfast, swim, and sun was comforting. It made me feel good seeing her happy. As I gazed at Kelly, I once again questioned my sanity. I couldn’t understand how my feelings had changed so fast. More importantly, I didn’t care. I guess the heart wants what the heart wants.

I moved to Kelly’s lounge to reapply sunscreen. She moaned as I coated her back with the lotion. When I smeared it on her butt, she raised up like a cat in heat. I rubbed her ass for a moment, gave it a gentle smack, and told her to turn over. After applying sunscreen to her front, I leaned over and kissed her.

Kelly reached up, stroked my cheek, and said, “Thanks, baby. It feels so good when you put lotion on me.”

“Any time, sweetie. It’s my pleasure,” I said.

Kelly blinked her eyes when I called her sweetie. She pulled me down and kissed me. Exhaling, she said, “I want to be your sweetie, Andy. Will you be my baby? Does it put you off when I call you baby?”

“No, it doesn’t. I just wonder about how you feel and where you want to see us go. Since Tim and Lisa’s wedding, my mind has been spinning out of control. In less than a week, I’ve gone from being happy alone to not being able to be without you. When I think about it, I wasn’t happy being alone, but I was unable to do anything about it.

“Then, we came together, and in an instant, my feelings changed. After I took you home last Sunday, I thought I was just lusting for sex. During the week, we talked, and I realized my feelings were deeper than lust, and I could hardly wait for Friday to see you again. I couldn’t figure out how you could have become so entrenched in me so fast.”

Kelly sprang up, threw her arms around me, and started weeping. I held her, wondering what I’d said to upset her. After a few moments, she pulled her head off my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

“Andy, I feel so attached to you. I missed you so much that I almost called you to come over. I didn’t want sex, although I would have. I wanted to hold you and feel your arms around me. At first, I thought it was just my hormones making me horny. The more I thought about it, the more I realized there was something else.

“I spent the week in my apartment naked. It made me realize that I wasn’t just shedding my clothes, I was shedding the wall I’d built around my heart. Last night, when we made love, my resolve to be cautious and guarded disappeared. I didn’t know how you’d react when I told you that I’m falling in love with you.”

Kelly began sobbing again. She buried her face in the crook between my neck and shoulder. I held her quivering body as I digested her confession. I thought about it, wondering if I was falling in love with Kelly or if I was falling deeper in love with her. I wondered if our feelings were due to having been alone and if our reconnection would be temporary or last.

When we dated in high school, I didn’t have feelings for Kelly other than a girl I wanted to take out. I thought I might get to feel her up and have a little fun, but she dumped me for her football player boyfriend. While it was disappointing, it wasn’t devastating, and we moved on. I held her as she cried and quivered. The past was gone, and the only thing important was the future.

I thought about my future with Kelly, realizing that if it didn’t work out, we’d go our separate ways. Regardless, my life would never be the same, not that I wanted it to. Kelly had opened a door, allowing me to escape, and I had no intention of returning to the secluded box I’d sequestered myself in. It was time to roll the dice and see where they landed.

Kelly lifted her head a little and said, “I’m sorry, Andy. I should have kept my mouth shut and my feelings inside. I’ll understand if you want to take me home.”

I put my hands on the sides of her head and moved it so I could look into Kelly’s eyes. She blinked, causing tears to roll down her cheeks. I moved my head closer to hers and kissed the tiny droplets away.

“You don’t have to be sorry, sweetie. If we’ve learned anything this past week, it’s that it isn’t healthy to stuff our feelings. We’ve been able to share things. Things I’ve never shared since Kathy passed. For the first time in years, my life has purpose again. I know it’s only been a week, but I don’t care. Life isn’t scripted, and there are no dates to dictate what we should or shouldn't feel.

“I felt I was going crazy because of how fast my feelings for you developed. The concept of love at first sight was so foreign, it was inconceivable to me. I tried to maintain my shield, but I can’t, not any longer. Kelly, I’m falling in love with you, too. I’ve tried to fight it, but I was losing. I don’t want to fight the feeling, I want to embrace it.”

Kelly kissed me. I returned her kiss as we hugged and ran our hands over each other. She pulled me down onto the lounge and we held each other as our unstated passion rose. Neither of us spoke as we came together, and I entered her. We moaned and kissed as we consummated what I hoped would be a long, mutual relationship. My desire to be alone was replaced with my desire to have Kelly as part of my life. I wanted to dream and fulfill those dreams with her.

Wrapping her arms around me, Kelly moved, matching my thrusts. There was no urgency. I wanted to use my body to connect with hers and show her how much she meant to me. Like the previous night, our lovemaking didn’t get overly physical. We didn’t change positions or use words to convey our desire. Our moaning and colliding bodies said volumes about our feelings.

Before we finished, Kelly and I experienced our first mutual orgasms. Her pussy quivered and contracted as my cock spewed semen into her. I felt her body quivering as we reached a new pinnacle of lovemaking. I stopped moving and covered her body with mine. She stroked my back, whimpering in my ear. I felt I may be too heavy and started moving off of Kelly, but she held me against her.

It took several minutes for us to regain our composure. Our breathing began returning to normal as we recovered from what I felt was the best lovemaking I’d experienced in years.

Lifting my head, I gazed at Kelly, smiled, and kissed her. She returned the kiss with a passion that was unlike any I’d experienced with her before. I felt our lovemaking cemented our relationship and was the beginning of what would become our life together.

Rolling onto my side, I hugged Kelly and ran my fingers through her damp hair. She rubbed my back, pulling me against her sweaty body.

“Kelly, sweetie, I don’t want to take you home. You are home,” I said.

“I am?”

“Yes, if you want to be. I’d love to have you here, living as a couple and enjoying our lives together. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up with you every morning. When I said I was falling in love with you, I should have said I was falling deeper in love with you,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes, Kelly, really. I can’t, nor do I want to try to understand what’s happening between us. All I know is that since we reconnected last weekend, I haven’t been able to think of anything other than you. I tried to pawn it off as lust, but the more I reflected on everything, the more I realized that what happened was meant to be. I can only hope you feel close to the same way.”

“I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster this past week. I would think I was nuts for feeling the way I felt, and I tried to ignore my feelings. Then you’d call me at night, and they returned, each time stronger than the last. I felt like a silly teenager who was unable to think straight. I couldn’t help falling in love with you. If you mean what you said, and you’re in love with me, it will make me the happiest girl in the world. As great as moving in with you sounds, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“How would I get to work? What would I do about my apartment?”

“You can drive to work. It’s not that far,” I said. If I had my way, Kelly wouldn’t work.

Kelly’s expression changed, and she looked sad. “I can’t drive to work, Andy. I don’t have a car. I used to drive to work, but my car broke down and I haven’t been able to afford to have it repaired.”

“How do you get to work now?”

“My coworker and friend Mandy picks me up and takes me to the office. If she’s unable to drive me, I take the bus. I took Uber to the wedding because I didn’t have any other way to get there.”

“What’s wrong with your car?”

“The man at the shop said it’s the transmission. The cost of repairing it is more than the car’s worth, and I don’t know what to do. The car is fifteen years old, but it was all I could afford when I left Bob. I don’t make a lot of money. Between rent, my bills, and food, there isn’t much left.”

I sympathized with Kelly. While I couldn’t relate, I understood. I was in a position to handle things without her having to work, but I would have to reveal my finances to her. I realized that if we were going to be a couple, I couldn’t keep my wealth a secret.

“Kelly, what do you think a good salary is?”

“I don’t know. Forty thousand or more a year, I guess. Right now, I make a little over thirty-two thousand a year. I take home about nine hundred thirty dollars after taxes every two weeks. My rent and other expenses keep going up, but my wages don’t.”

“It can be hard to make ends meet.”

“You don’t seem to have any trouble.”

“I don’t. If you could get to and from work, would you consider moving in with me?”

Kelly grinned and nodded her head. “You bet I would. I’d move in a heartbeat. The lease on my apartment is up at the end of this month. If I didn’t have to pay rent, I could give you the money.”

This was getting complicated. I tried to think of a way to let Kelly know she wouldn’t have to work, but I felt she might think I’d feel that she was moving in with me for my money. I didn’t care. My investments netted me millions a year. The challenge was convincing Kelly that living with me was important, and I wanted her here. The only way I could think of was disclosure.

“How would you feel if I helped you? I could get you a car so you could go to work,” I said.

“Baby, thanks for the offer, but I can’t take your money. What I feel for you has nothing to do with money. I don’t know anything about what you make and have, and it doesn’t matter. I want to be with you because of how I feel about you. It’s easy to see that you’re doing well.”

“Let’s get lunch. I’m getting hungry.”

Kelly laughed, flopped on her back, and spread her legs. “Come and get it!”

I leaned over and ran my tongue over her pussy. Sitting up, I said, “As tasty as your pussy is, I need food. I’ll eat you for dessert.”

Kelly grabbed my cock. “Can I have you for dessert?”

“Every day, if you agree to move in with me, sweetie.”

“You’re making it hard to say no,” Kelly said while holding my dick.

“Then say yes. We can have each other for dessert whenever we want.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“You’re going to get something hard if you keep playing with my cock.”

“I can’t wait. Let’s eat,” Kelly said.

I laughed at how easily Kelly could go from a serious conversation to sex. Her uninhibited attitude was something I would never tire of. She released my cock and we went into the kitchen. We made a salad and took it to the patio to eat.

While we ate, I racked my brain for an idea to convince Kelly to move in with me. I came up with an idea and smiled.

“Okay, I have a question for you, sweetie.”

“What?”

“If you had a partner who could allow you to stay at home and not have to work, would you? There are many women who don’t work outside the house. It doesn’t mean they’re not contributing because they are. They take care of the house and do other things. There’s more to having a home than money.”

Kelly shrugged as she took a forkful of salad and put it in her mouth. She chewed slowly and took a sip of her iced tea.

“I used to dream of having a family and being able to be a stay-at-home mom. When I discovered I’m unable to have children, I wanted to adopt, but Bob wouldn’t hear of it. My dream went down the drain along with my marriage.”

“So, the idea doesn’t sound wrong to you?”

Kelly shook her head. “I could do it if I felt I was useful and part of a household. I don’t want to be a trophy wife or a kept woman. I’ve read about women who spent their days lounging by the pool, sipping cocktails. That’s not me. As I said, I need to feel that I contribute to the partnership.”

“What do you mean by contributing, other than money?”

“I think about sharing the everyday chores. You know, cleaning, laundry, cooking, shopping, and the other things it takes for a comfortable, happy home.” Kelly giggled. “Like the man cutting the lawn while I clean the house, then sitting together on the veranda sipping mint juleps.”

“Sorry, I don’t have a veranda, and I don’t like mint juleps.”

“That’s okay. How about a beer and a blow job on the patio?”

I laughed and shook my head. “That sounds good. What does the woman get?”

“She gets a mouthful of cum if she’s lucky. If she’s very lucky, she gets her pussy eaten and fucked.”

“No problem. I’m a firm believer in share and share alike. I would love to have a beer in one hand and a boob in the other while I dined on your sweet pussy.”

We continued laughing. Kelly shook her head and said, “You’d have to put the beer down so you could finger fuck me.”

“I’ll keep my beer, and you can finger yourself.” I laughed. “I’m kidding. I’ll finger you while I play with your tit and eat your pussy.”

Kelly stopped laughing and sighed. “As good as it sounds, it’s just wishful thinking.”

“What if it wasn’t wishful thinking? What if I want to make it come true? Would you at least think about it? Kelly, I want you here. I want us to be together.”

Kelly pushed her food around in her bowl. Watching her, I felt she was thinking about my offer.

“Would you lend me the money to get my car fixed so I can get to and from work?” Kelly asked without looking up.

“I’m sure we can figure something out, Kelly. I’m willing to do anything necessary to get you to agree to live with me. I didn’t like the way I felt last week,” I said.

“How did you feel, Andy?”

“I felt empty and alone. Talking on the phone every night helped, but it isn’t the same as being able to see and hold you. Over the past few years, I’ve thought about things I wanted to do, but didn’t want to do them alone. The ideas were fleeting thoughts because I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone to share them with. Now I have, and I don’t want to let you go.”

When we finished our lunch, I cleared the table. Kelly offered to do it, but I told her it was my turn. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel I wanted something other than an equal partnership. As I rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, I felt that the only major stumbling block was money. Isn’t it always?

Kelly and I went out to the patio. She told me to lie down on a lounge. “I’m ready for dessert, baby.”

Chuckling, she straddled my head, leaned over, and took my soft cock into her mouth. I gripped her hips and pulled her crotch to my mouth, pushed my tongue against her labia, and licked her. As I dined on her pussy, I wondered if she was using our sixty-nine as a distraction. I decided to back off and wait to see if she brought up the idea of moving in with me.

Kelly and I continued with her sucking my cock while I used my mouth and tongue on her pussy. I held her ass, moving her so her crotch rubbed against my face. When I got close to coming, I thought about warning her, but I didn’t. She swallowed my cum after I filled her mouth. I kept up my oral attack on her pussy until her orgasm caused her body to shake. Once she calmed down, Kelly turned around and kissed me.

“Yum! I love having you for dessert,” Kelly said.

As tempted as I was to tell her she could have me for dessert any time she wanted if she moved in, I didn’t. We snuggled and kissed for a few minutes and went swimming. I swam a few lengths, went to Kelly, and hugged her.

After showering, we relaxed on the patio, each of us on a separate lounge. She didn’t mention my offer, and I didn’t either.

“You said you had things you wanted to do, but didn’t want to do them alone. What are some of the things you want to do?” Kelly said.

“There are several, but the thing I want to do most is travel,” I said.

“Do you want to see other countries?”

“Maybe someday, but I want to travel the states and see as many of the attractions as I can. There are so many places I want to visit. Have you ever thought about traveling?”

“Sure, but I’ve never had the chance. When I was first married, Bob and I talked about seeing different things, but alcohol drowned those ideas.”

“What are some of the places you want to see?”

“I want to see New York City, Washington, DC, and a few other places. What do you want to see?”

“I’d like to see the places you mentioned. I also want to see the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, and New England.” I chuckled. “There are too many to list.”

“It would take a long time to see everything, wouldn’t it?” Kelly said.

I shrugged. “Hopefully, we have a long time. We’re only twenty-eight and have a lot of years left unless something happens. We don’t know how long we’ll be around, and I want to make the best of my time.”

Kelly nodded, but didn’t respond. “How would you travel?”

“I’d want us to travel in a motorhome so we’d get to see more than you would flying. We could see every state except Hawaii. We’d have to fly there,” I said. As we talked, I tried to say we instead of I. I wanted Kelly to know I wanted her to be a part of it.

We remained quiet for a while. If she was contemplating my offer, I wanted to give her time to think. The more I thought about Kelly living and traveling with me, the more I tried to find a way to convince her. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel I was forcing her. Unless she was on board one hundred percent, it wouldn’t work for either of us.

After a few minutes, Kelly sat up facing me. She pressed her feet together with her knees pointing out. I smiled, gazing at her splayed pussy. She grinned and chuckled.

“We could get a map and mount it on a board so we could use a pushpin to mark every place we had sex. I would want the pins to have numbers so I could journal everything.”

“I love your idea, sweetie.”

“Andy, are you dreaming, or are you serious?”

“I’m serious about us living and traveling together, Kelly. If you agree, I will make it happen.”

“You must make a good living as a money manager. How would you work if we traveled?”

Taking a deep breath, I decided it was now or never.

“I make great money as a money manager. As far as working, I only have one client. Me.”

“What do you mean?”

I sat up and faced Kelly. Looking into her eyes, I told her about the lawsuit and, without detail, the settlement.

“So, I’m a multi-millionaire. I don’t have to work.” I paused. “If you move in with me, you won’t have to work either, not outside our home. Kelly, money doesn’t provide happiness. It lets you buy material things, but does little for your well-being. Money can’t give me what I want and need.”

“As good as moving in with you sounds, I don’t want you to feel that your money is more important than you are. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Honey, you can’t take advantage of someone unless they allow it. I want us to be together because we share many things in common. I’m tired of living in a vacuum and need to break free. I can’t, or rather, I don’t want to do it alone. My wealth came at a very costly price. I can’t change the fact that I have money, but if you allow me, I can share it.”

Kelly nodded as she sat staring past me. I knew she was thinking about everything I disclosed. After a few minutes, she began smiling. She got up, moved to me, and straddled my legs while facing me. I put my hands on her sides and looked into her eyes.

“I don’t know what to say or do, Andy. As wonderful as it sounds, I can’t help wondering if we’re moving too fast. How can we be sure after only a week?” Kelly said.

“What would change if we waited a month, six months, or a year? The worst thing that could happen is we’d be back where we started. I can’t explain why I feel as I do, but the fact remains that I’ve fallen in love with you and want you with me. The one sure thing in life is that if you don’t try, you’ll never know.”

“I don’t want to go back to feeling the way I did before last weekend.”

“Sweetie, neither of us wants to feel empty and alone. We need each other. I need you.”

“I want and need you, too, Andy. I need you emotionally and physically. Since we made love, or fucked, or whatever you want to call it, I can’t get enough.” Kelly grinned and wiggled on my legs. “I’ll move in with you under one condition. You have to promise to ravage me whenever I want you to. I promise to do the same.”

Laughing, I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her closer. “I can live with that, sweetie.”

“Seriously, I know, or at least hope, our relationship is more than sex.”

“It is, Kelly. That said, I love having sex and making love with you as much as I think you do. I feel we can have a successful relationship based on love, lust, and companionship.”

“I know it will, baby.”

Kelly reached between us, fondled my cock until it was hard, and fed it into her pussy. Grinning, she began moving up and down. I gripped her ass, guiding her.

As she fucked me, Kelly grinned. “So, how many push-pins should we get for our trips?”

I laughed at her ability to treat sex the way she did. Having sex with Kelly was like being with two different people. One, as a loving partner enjoying tender lovemaking, the other as a wanton woman obsessed with sex. I was falling deeper in love with both of them.

“We’ll need a bunch of pins. If we run out, we’ll get more.”

I moved Kelly onto her hands and knees, knelt behind her, and slid my cock back into her pussy. Holding her hip with one hand, I put my other hand beneath her and rubbed her clit. She rocked her body, meeting my thrusts. The sound of my hips meeting her ass was music to my ears.

Kelly and I kept up our playful fucking until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I did my best to wait, but I shot my cum into her. As my cock stopped, I continued rubbing her clit until she came. We separated and stretched beside each other.

I kissed Kelly and held one of her breasts. “So, what do we have to do to get you ready to move?”

“When do you want me to move in?”

“As soon as possible, sweetie. I can’t ravish your sexy body when you’re across town.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. I have to put in my notice, pack my things, and move them. I don’t know what to do with my furniture. It’s old and not in great shape. As I said, except for my bedroom furniture, I bought everything used.”

“I have an empty guest room we can put your bedroom furniture in. You can get rid of the rest of the things, or I can put them in storage. It’s up to you.”

“We can get rid of it, baby.” Kelly sighed. “What will I do if it doesn’t work out?”

“First, it’s going to work out, Kelly. We’ll work hard and do what’s necessary to make sure it does. If there comes a time you want to move on, I’ll make sure you have everything you need. Sweetie, I refuse to think about us failing.”

Kelly and I came up with a plan to get her moved in. We decided to move whatever was necessary for her to live with me, and deal with everything later. I told her I would take her to work until we could deal with her car.

We spent the rest of the weekend finalizing our plan, making love, and having rampant sex. On Sunday afternoon, we went to her apartment to pack her clothing and personal items so we could move them to what would become our house.