Kitty & Teddy, LLC Ch. 06

I gave her a fierce hug, then grabbed a clean ball, to wash my cum off her back. Of course, I could not stop there. I washed the rest of her back, then reached around to scrub her bally and under her breasts. Sheila shuddered, when I first ran the textured ball under a tit. I used one hand to lift each heavy breast, while using the other to scour the sensitive skin beneath. Sheila's breath was becoming very ragged, so I reached down and gave her cunt the same treatment the eye of my dick had gotten. Then, I had to catch her, as her legs buckled. Who knew showering was a competitive sport, or that it could be dangerous?

My shower has a bench, which I sat Sheila upon. Then, I switched the water to one of the extendable heads and rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. I had not gotten her feet and pits, but that would leave something for next time. For myself, I did a quick military wash, and hosed off the soap. Once this was done, I turned my attention to my fiancé and saw her smiling at me. She said, affectionately I thought, "My Teddy Bear."

Only Sheila can hit with things like that. Everyone in the local, and even regional, business community thinks of me as an ogre, or at least a wolf. Teddy bear is just the opposite of my reputation. Then again, Jason Porter called Sheila, the Black Cat, after a line from Long Cool Woman. That fit the moment well enough. As I reached for her, I said, "My Kitten." After that, things became more mundane. We dried each other, then moved to the bed.

I let Sheila have the lead, and we started with me on my back. Sheila wasted no time. She straddled me, then immediately lowered herself onto my stiff prick. She lifted, the lowered again, followed by rocking back and forth. It was almost like she was doing a procedure, from a memorized book. The look of concentration was fascinating to watch. Whatever the reason, she soon found a rhythm, and we moved to our first mutual climax.

If she ever noticed my lack of practice, she never said anything. I noticed that she was incredibly tight. I never said anything, either. What she lacked in polish, Sheila more than made up in attentiveness.

Sheila:

Sean guided me to the bench on one side of the shower area. Going to the wall, he punched a few buttons, and the water switched to a head on a hose. He used this to wash the conditioner out of my hair, then gave himself a very quick bath. I had to smile as he rushed his own shower. I was sure that he did so only because I was waiting. I did not intend to say it aloud, but I did. "My Teddy Bear."

Sean looked somewhat shocked, but then he gave me a crooked smile. "My Kitten." Huh. It fit as well as mine did, I suppose. I would wager cash that no one else thought of us, either one of us, in those terms. That was OK. It would be our secret.

After Sean finished and rinsed, we moved to the other end of the shower area, where the towels hung. He dried me, then I dried him. Then we moved to his king sized bed. Sean was allowing me the lead, so I pushed him to his back and climbed over him. Without any additional preparation, I sank down on his rigid member. It was both like and unlike my favorite toys. I held still for a moment, savoring the sensation, then started to move.

This was a learning-by-doing experience. I rose up, then let down. I moved forward, then back. It took a few moments, but I soon found a cadence to move by. Then, it was about finding the balance between my excitement and his. The first I could gauge easily enough, and I am very experienced at gauging male enthusiasm. After a remarkably short time, Sean heaved inside me, which set my own orgasm rumbling. I weathered the storm, but then dropped forward, onto Sean's chest, with his cock still inside me. The sensation, of his erection subsiding, was one worth noting.

It was my virgin experience, at least with an organic male partner, but I think it went well.

Interlude: 25^th Anniversary

Cindy:

"One thing Mom has always been clear about was a desire for, well, me. When Dad proposed, the idea of eloping to the court house evidently had some charm. There were a lot of reasons in favor, but both can be pretty traditional. Dad evidently suggested a small wedding on the grounds, with a reception in the ball room.

"Mom and Dad decided not to elope, but it must have been a close call. Instead they decided to do one quickly. They were engaged after ten days, and married a week later. I think the idea was to get a lot of regrets due to the very short time frame. Oops.

"The wedding was a huge affair, even though it was thrown together in a week. I have visions of Mom dealing with caterers and rental people. Ugly."

Chapter 12 -- Riding the Bear

Sean:

I had been thinking, for a while, that I needed to let Sheila seduce me. In the end, I am not sure who seduced whom. It seemed inevitable, from the time we met that day. Our lovemaking was different. I had never had the time to acquire any great skill as a sexual partner. My lovers generally provided that element, and none of them had lasted long enough to teach me much. For once, I had a bed partner that seemed as tentative as I was. Yet, it worked.

Sheila did not stun me with her prowess. Rather she struck me, again, with her ability to work in unfamiliar territory. I am very good at reading reactions. It is one thing that makes me a good kisser. It was a bit surreal, but also charming, to be on the other side, watching Sheila gauge my reactions. It was also a bit flattering, to have someone else pay that much attention to me. If I had not already fallen for her, that alone might have done the trick.

I was going to tell mother that she would finally have a grandchild from me, as soon as I could arrange it. Sheila said in so many words that she wanted children as soon as possible. Lord knows there was enough room in the house, though security would have to move out. Did Sheila say something about a prenup?

Sheila was still lying on top of me, so I put my arms around her and rolled us over on our sides. That felt nice, so I left my arms around her, not that she seemed to mind. I said, "A penny for your thoughts."

"I was thinking about our trip to the symphony. You brought Triscuit and Laughing Cow. I remember thinking that you felt no need to flash your money. I never dreamed you had a house like this. I had no idea the whole town had a house like this." Leave it to Sheila to find something I had not even considered.

I said, "You can thank my great grandparents for the house, although my parents dis extensive remodeling when I was young. Chances are one of them will make the wedding, unless you want to fly to Vegas and get married tonight. When do you want the wedding, by the way?"

Sheila paused. "How soon can you get everyone that you really want to be here, here? Where do you want the service performed? No, you do not need to talk to my rabbi. I am about as Jewish as Francine is Catholic: not very and not often." OK. That covered my next three questions.

"I would say Monday, and the Justice of the Peace, but you probably want Ms. Broadway Martel to attend. I have a few people from work that will want to come by. Helen will complain loudly if I pawn the reception off on her, but she would kill me if I didn't. Justin can do pictures. What do you say to having it here? We have a gazebo near the lake. It will give the staff something to do. No one has used the main hall in decades."

Sheila was not hard to please. "Done and done. I will get Francine to be my attendant. CC can stand in too. Everyone else will have to sit. You realize that half the business community will attend?" Sheila might be underestimating it at half. It was a good thing we were keeping the time table short, or half of New Jersey would show up.

I said, "In case you were wondering what to wear, I took the liberty of ordering you a Victorian style wedding gown, and the necessary foundation garment. Feel free to strangle Julian when you see him. Do you have any family to bring in?"

"My mother is still in California. I will send her an invitation and a plane ticket, but she may just cash the ticket. Dad is the one I would want, but he died when I was a senior in high school. Everyone else is local or nearby. Now, the important question. How soon do you want children?" There it is, Mother. Someone is thinking of you. You can stop your monthly letter, complaining of your lack of grandchildren.

To Sheila I said, "I understand nine months is the usual. That will do, give or take a week. I think..." I could not talk, because Sheila had grabbed me and was attempting death by smooching. I decided that I had taken the right position concerning offspring.

Sheila:

After our first attempt at coitus, Sean rolled me over and held me close. That was nice. We had to find something to talk about, so the wedding came up. Neither of us is without family, but it seemed like we might as well be, since no one is close. I was worse. Two weeks before I would have been stuck for a Maid of Honor, though Francine is not a maid in any real sense of the word.

Sean was more than willing to do things quickly. I was fine with doing it at the courthouse, but he decided that his staff could knock something together in one week. Having met some of his people, I did not doubt it. That said, I was not going to ask about the cost. His house had a ballroom and a gazebo by a lake. At least location was covered

Sean had asked Julian to make me a new corset. No surprise there. He had also commissioned a wedding gown, fitted for the corset. That meant I could ask Francine and CC to a corset, not that anyone would notice in Francine's case. I saw a shopping trip coming. The dresses might be more difficult, but there were probably specialty stores in New York. On the other hand, I wanted to ask Martha Douglas, who was much more a matron than a maid.

We dealt with my lack of family. Mom might come, but I would not hold my breath. I had cousins who might send gifts. My problem was my client book. I could not omit them, but the invitation could pose problems for them. Half the town's major businessmen, and a few of the businesswomen, had used my services at some point. But, there was a lot of overlap with Sean's business acquaintances, so my clients could play coy if they wished.

Once we got down to it, Sean's family was not much better. As an only child, I had never dealt with siblings. Evidently, Sean had one of each, with multiple levels of meaning. He was fond of and close to a sister. His brother was both difficult and distant. Both Sean's parents were living, but they did not talk to each other, and rarely talked to their children. Attendance of either was dubious. Cousins were more likely, if they lived nearby. As with mine, the invitation would mostly be treated as a request for a gift.

Family. You have to love them. Discussing family segued into an important area, for me at least. It would do no good to avoid the issue, or to beat around the bush, so I just asked how soon Sean wanted children. When he said that he wanted them as soon as possible, I went a little nuts.

Without me realizing it, having children had become the most important thing in my life. I wanted to begin right then, but logic poked its ugly head into the room. I had taken precautions against getting pregnant, which were good for another day. Besides, I could wait til the honeymoon, since it would be only a week or so. That did not mean we could not practice.

I broke the lip lock I had placed on Sean. "Good answer, buddy. Just remember you said it next January. Now, let's get some of the basics down. We are going to need more of this..." I grabbed Sean's prick possessively, "in here." The gesture toward my waiting womb might have been a little obscure, but Sean understood my point. It did not hurt that his point was ready for use again.

Sean did not need any more encouragement. He rolled me over in a classic missionary position. I focused on bearing down with my pussy muscles. It must have worked, because Sean gasped. He pulled halfway out, preparing for another thrust. I relaxed, in anticipation. In he came, and I gripped as he reached the bottom of his thrust. Sean seemed to like this, and it also brought his shaft in contact with my clit. My stars.

Sean pulled back, as I released my grip. In he came. again. Soon, there was a rhythm to his thrusts and my clenches, though the pace increased. Faster and faster we went, til Sean reached his climax. He thrust just a fraction deeper than before, but it was enough. Sean's cock came in contact with my cervix. My world exploded and I think I screamed. For certain I was less than coherent for some time. When I came back to my senses, I was lying beside Sean. He moved in for a kiss, which was fine with me.

We had the basics down. Next time, we go for style points.

Sean:

Babies are not something most guys want to hear about. I am not most guys. Quite aside from my mother wanting grandchildren, I wanted a family of my own. I tend to think of my employees as family, but this was another level. Sheila obviously felt so too, because she grabbed my dick and pulled it toward her cunt. This I could do.

As positions go, this was a boring one. What was not boring was Sheila's insanely tight vagina. At least, it seemed tight, until I reached the end of my stroke, and Sheila gripped down on my prick. Had I not shot two wads already, I would have cum right then. As it was, a shudder went through me. A part of my mind had time to wonder if this was how a small orgasm felt, for a woman.

The rest of my mind was focused on thrusting in and pulling out. As much as possible, I tried to bump against Sheila's clit, but soon it was monkey time. I banged away, and Sheila's pussy muscles grabbed me on the way out. Even with two loads delivered, I had a shot coming, so I buried myself to the hilt as my wad pumped out. Exactly on cue, Sheila clenched and screamed my name.

Shortly after we lay, side by side, covered in sweat. God Sheila looked good this way. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Then, I started licking the sweat off. I thought, if Sheila could hold out til I finished, I might be ready for round four. It was not to be. Sheila patted me on the head then pulled me close. I do not remember falling asleep.

Sheila:

Women have a reputation for crying after sex. I never understood that, til my night with Sean. He was wilting like a week old cut corsage, but he was willing to stumble on, hoping it was in the right direction. Sean was such a teddy bear. I pulled him close and he was asleep before I could think of anything to say. That left me alone with my thoughts and the release of about fifty tons of tension. My tear ducts offered to do some overtime.

I shook them off. Too many things needed to be sorted. I had a business, which had consumed 60 hours of my week for the past ten years. I needed to do it justice and still plan a wedding. That same business needed to relocate. I had a location checked out, but the deal had not been negotiated, much less completed. CC had barely begun her training. I could see she would be very helpful, once I trained her up to speed, but she was still a net time consumer. Then there was Francine, who was suddenly center stage (where else) after being gone for a decade. Once the wedding was done, I would have a husband and a new household to learn. My stars, I needed help.

One thing at a time. Sean was getting married too, and he had a lot more resources than I did. I hesitated to ask, but there was no way I could do it alone. Plus, Sean had been dropping hints that he wanted to be part of all of my decisions, or at least factored into them. I fell asleep thinking how comforting that was.

I woke with a start. The clock radio told me that it was 3:27 AM. My dreams had involved a hungry bear growling at me. Once awake, I realized that Sean was my bear and he was growling, or close enough. I was a bit surprised I did not dream of chain saws. However, there is one guaranteed way to stop snoring. You wake the person up, and I had just the method.

I know, from my long affair with electrical male organs, that I love cervical stimulation. Sean was only a bit longer than average, so it was a stretch to reach that far into me. Still, he had managed it, once, at the very end of our last lovemaking. I was going to anticipate a fantasy and try to get my own rocks off, at the same time.

Sean's bed was huge, so I had a lot of room to maneuver. I peeled back the cover, to lay him bare. He looked so innocent sleeping there. I would never have associated him with the wild night at Harderidge House. However, his penis was something I could easily associate with him. I laid my hand on it, with my fingers just touching his balls. Sean twitched in his sleep, but never woke. Perfect.

I did no have long to wait. We had already had three, or was it four, rounds of sex, but it had been hours ago. Sean had had time to recover and little Sean seemed to know it. He was up in no time. Just feeling him rise got my own juices running.

Very carefully, I straddled Sean's sleeping form. Normally I would want to watch his face, but in this case I wanted maximum penetration, which meant reverse cowgirl. With one hand I held Sean's cock in position, and parted my lips with the other. When I eased Little Sean's head into my slot, I almost gave it away with a gasp. Whether from the sensations of penetration, or from my unfortunate exclamation, Sean stirred. Once again, he did not wake, but his sleeping movements sent waves of sensation through me, as I tried to stay absolutely still.

Finally, Sean's movements subsided and I began to lower myself onto his shaft. Just as I hoped, the very end of Sean's reach came to the end of me. My stars, Long John, my 14" dildo, was never like this. I put weight on Sean's pelvis, which caused him to stir, but it was time for a wake up in any event.

With all the strength I could manage, I gripped Little Sean as I pulled off of him. Sean had to have been mostly awake when I reached the top of my motion. I simply dropped. When Sean's cock encountered my cervix this time, it was not a brush. I saw heaven and angels, with a heavenly chorus. I swayed, on the edge of consciousness, and began the process again. I gripped Little Sean with my cunt muscles, then Sean put his arms around me and stopped me in place.

Sean's arms slid under my oversized tits, giving them some welcome support, while his lips tickled my ear. He said, "That was the best wake up I ever had. Can I offer you a job?" I could not help laughing. Then his fingers started tickling my ribs and I had other reasons to laugh. The brute had me dead to rights and I could not get away. He tickled my ribs, my belly, under my breasts, my armpit while his other arm held me in place. My shrieks must have filled the house.

Eventually, we fell over, with Sean still inside. He twisted so that he could put one hand in front and one behind. In this position, he could thrust, which he did. I pulled my legs tight against my body, to give him more depth. Sean thrust again. This time he hit home. My breath was paralyzed, but I tried to grip Little Sean as he pulled back. That barely worked. Before I was ready, a third thrust hit home and there were explosions all over. My heavens, I saw the light.

When I was coherent enough to think, Sean was draped all over me, gasping for air. I think it was good for him, too. I could not reach to kiss him, but I put my hand on the side of his face. Sean kissed my palm. As we untangled, I said, "That was supposed to be one of your fantasies. Did I get it right?