Saturday night, after the epic afternoon, Tim and Abbie fall asleep in each other’s arms. The intense sexual release they experienced takes them to a soft and gentle space where they want each other to know how much they care.
In a roundabout way, Tim and Abbie did talk about each proclaiming their love for each other. In the end, unspoken, they know now it is a given between them. The gate is unlocked, so going forward, they can proclaim their feeling openly without fear of rejection.
What a euphoric place for Tim and Abbie to find themselves in. In not even a month. But love has no rules or timetables.
Sunday morning, well approaching afternoon, almost when they stir, they adjust themselves in each other’s arms and nod off again. The overflow of excitement, emotions, and activities on Saturday lead both to fall into a deep, long sleep. So both are a bit surprised when they do finally begin to wake up fully it is pressing eleven o’clock.
But there is nothing either has to do today, so they linger in bed, just softly touching each other, which does lead to first them both sucking the other to hardness. Then, Tim again between Abbie’s legs, which she lifts over his shoulder. Prepared and both so ready, Tim fucks Abbie for the second time.
Now, surer about what to do, and more confident, Tim does service Abbie nicely. Abbie knows she is going to be longing all the time for the feel of Tim’s cock up in her ass. Tightening against it as Abbie clenches over and over. Tim feeling his love acceptance and longing to make her as happy as he can.
Again, looking into each other’s eyes as they do, but this time with total and complete love for each other. How could in this vast, sometimes cold world, had they found each other? Both ponder this thought, which will be with them as time goes on, and things just keep getting better and better.
After both are sated, they move to the shower together. Soaping Tim’s mons and gently cleaning Tim’s shaft, Abbie knowing it is probably sensitive now after their interlude. When they rinse themselves, Abbie shyly asks Tim, “Honey, would you let me trim your mons some? You are so nicely covered there. A real forest. But even forests need to be clipped back from time to time.”
Tim laughs at her analogy and kisses Abbie saying, “Love, whatever you want to prune or clip to make me acceptable to you is fine.” Abbie assures Tim she accepts anyway. "Tim is, it was just..” as she trails off.
Tim helps her, “Abbie, you are helping me move to a new image of myself, not just with what is between us, but with the new clothes and more than you know. If my bush needs to be sculptured, do what you will. I do actually feel bad that so much hair is there when you suck me.”
Abbie just smiles at him, tosses a towel over the toilet seat and one below, and has Tim sit down. Getting some hair cutting scissors and a comb, Abbie kneels in front of Tim, spreading his thighs wide and begins first to comb out the long hairs.
She holds the comb close to Tim’s skin as she begins to clip. Hair is starting to fall. Tim himself, leaning back, his eyes closed is feeling the comb and scissors and realizes it is rather arousing,
Abbie works diligently for about twenty minutes. The forest has been cleared and delicate short hairs are all that is left. There is one more area still untended. Abbie asks Tim to stand and lean over the toilet with his legs spread wide. Tim does what Abbie asks, of course, he would for her.
Abbie, somewhat embarrassed, asks Tim to reach back with his hands and spread his ass cheeks. Then Tim hears and feels the comb and scissors clearing away the hair around his ass.
Finished, Abbie gets a wet cloth and wipes away all remaining hair into the two towels, which she shakes into the trash and puts in the dirty clothes hamper. After the washing, Abbie has Tim lie on the bed, and she brings some lotion to rub all around his mons and crotch and ass crack.
Feeling Tim’s now close-cut mons is enthralling to Abbie. And Tim, feeling Abbie’s fingers and hands more fully on him sends rushes through him. But it is approaching two in the afternoon. Neither has eaten since last night nor done anything to get ready to return to work tomorrow.
Barely dressing, but enough to lounge around on a Sunday afternoon, Tim and Abbie are on her couch, at opposite ends, their feet playing with each other as both with laptops check their messages and more.
At Tim’s suggestion, both put in a request for time off the coming week through the appropriate channels, and emails to their bosses. Tim still does not reveal to Abbie he will be taking off Wednesday also.
A quiet evening, and then to bed rather early. Monday morning dawns and Tim finds himself in a quandary about what to wear. Tim does not have his new suits yet. So what should he wear? The new shirts and ties are before him as he looks, wearing the close fit boxers which he is coming to love. But what can he wear?
As always, Abbie comes to his rescue. She has him put on the pale blue shirt, one of the new tan pants they bought, and the tweed blazer that was delivered. A darker brown tie finishes the look. He, in a way, looks like a distinguished professor but will fit in well at work. Abbie quickly finishes getting ready, and they are out the door in time to catch the bus to work.
It is interesting, for the most part, the people on the bus do not talk to each other. They all know and recognize each other over the years of being together for this ride. They always nod to each other in greeting. But different pockets do chat among themselves, which spread to other pockets too.
All in all, Tim and Abbie getting on now at the same stop, and obviously together, does cause tongues to wag. They are as a group, happy for the two, and the new demeanor both have now. But Monday morning, seeing the improved version of Tim in his new clothes really makes the mumbling on the bus rise. In unison, they agree this is a vast improvement.
If Abbie or Tim knew how much attention is paid to them on their bus route, both would be so embarrassed. But just the smiles Tim sees on the faces as they board and take their seats seem to help Tim’s confidence this morning.
At work, Tim does get the same type of greeting. Everyone is surprised at his new look. Speculations now grow even more. Tim’s boss asks him into his office to talk about Tim’s time off requests. He assures Tim, of course, Tim can have the time off, but stammers, he is wondering about the changes he has been seeing in Tim lately, especially this new look today.
Tim smiles at him, hell Tim can’t stop smiling all the time these days. Tim tells him that he has met someone, and it seems to be moving forward in a positive manner. The new clothes were at her suggestion, which Tim is happy about too.
The boss, not totally reassured that Tim has not also found a better opportunity elsewhere, does congratulate Tim on all that has been happening, and hopes one day soon to meet Tim’s woman.
Going to his desk, Tim suddenly has a strange thought prick his brain. His boss just assumed it was a woman with whom Tim has hooked up. At the same time, this is how he thinks of Abbie himself. But it is interesting to Tim that things are put into pre-conceived boxes. Which is far, far, from what he and Abbie are.
He does not judge or condemn his boss, it would be the natural thing to assume, but in this day in age, is it still? Things for Tim to think about and talk with Abbie sometime. Tim realizes he is becoming more sensitive to such things, making him wonder how it could ever be changed.
Abbie is good with her schedule of check-ins to Tim, well, Mr. Hudson and the day passes quickly for both of them. After work that night, they go out to eat, and over dinner, Tim tries to share his enlightenment with Abbie. She is so happy that Tim is looking at relationships, interactions, and the world as a whole with new glasses. The rose-colored ones are gone, and these are now glasses to be able to hone in and see the small particles of other’s feelings, inclinations, and choices.