Abigail Falls In-Love

Roy smiled, "It has everything to do with it. You live your life. You remember that really successful people are willing to sacrifice anything to get what they really want. But the most important thing is to take chances, do something new. And the things that you'll find to be the most fulfilling are the ones where you give and give and give until you are empty. It is then that you can be filled so that you are able to give again, and again, and again."

Roy added, "Living life, successfully, is being fully immersed in the human experience. It's also about seeing and wanting other people to be happy."

I asked Roy what happiness meant to him.

Roy thought for a moment, then he said, " Sometimes I feel so deeply that I'm uncertain whether it's joy or pain that I'm feeling. But it's a feeling that I know needs to be felt. It feels necessary. And maybe for no other reason than that, I need to feel it. I just know that there's something right about it. And sometimes it seems like the only right thing in my life. When I think about what happiness means to me, I think that life is to be lived, enjoyed, experienced."

Roy paused for a moment, then added, "It means that I am living my life the way it is supposed to be lived, for myself and for others. Neither is more important than the other, and neither is less important than the other. Being happy is knowing that you are a part of everything in life, what you might consider strange or odd, and what might seem completely normal to most everyone."

I told Roy that he sometimes talked in riddles.

Roy smiled, put his hand between my legs, and said, "This is happiness."

I put my hand on Roy's crotch and said, "And so is this."

Roy put his other arm around me, kissed me deeply, and said, "This is what really matters." And I agreed.

I wanted Roy so badly at that very moment, and I know that he wanted me. And that was my truth, that what I wanted . . . and being wanted is what mattered.

I was definitely horned up. And I wanted Roy to do me right then and there. Then Alice said, "I remember when I was Roy's little girl."

I turned around, shocked. I had no idea that anyone was near us. I asked Alice, "And now?"

Alice smiled, "And now I'm running a gallery. I have a life outside of play. And now I get to watch other people achieve their dreams."

I asked Alice, "So, you've achieved all your dreams? You have nowhere to go now?"

Alice shook her head, "Not at all. You can achieve all your dreams, but some you just want to relive here and there."

I looked at Alice, perplexed, "So you still want to be a little girl, sometimes?"

Alice smiled at Roy, then back at me, "You never stop being someone's little girl, that is unless you decide that being someone's little girl no longer matters to you."

I looked at both Roy and Alice, then asked Roy, "So, she's still your little girl?"

Roy laughed and shook his head, "No, baby. She's someone's little girl. And right now, you're my little girl."

I can't say why, but when Roy told me that I was his little girl, and that Alice wasn't, it made me feel special.

Alice told Roy that she needed to talk to him. So, I smiled and told them to do what they had to.

As Alice and Roy walked away, I couldn't help but feel that I needed Roy more than I thought I did. There was something about Roy that just made me feel good. I liked being around him. I liked that he was older, and I really liked that he wanted me.

Dave was an awesome lover, and I knew that I wanted to be his girlfriend but, I had to figure out how this was all going to work. Roy had just stepped away, but I found myself missing him already.

I'd never met people like Roy or Dee or Dave or Alice. And I'd never thought I'd be having sex with another woman's husband, or having sex with another woman's boyfriend, and wanting him to be my boyfriend, too. And to top it off, I had already expressed my love for Roy by telling him that I loved him.

I thought to myself, "Roy's a married man, but his wife has boyfriends and lovers." I had never really been in-love before, but I felt that Roy was The One. And I hated the fact that I had fallen in-love with a married man, but I loved how he made me feel.

Roy seemed to talk in riddles at times, but I felt secure with him, and excited to be around him. I had no idea where any of this was going to lead, but I knew I already liked where it had taken me.

By the end of the night, I'd met several people, talked to everyone and learned a lot about art. What I liked best was the fact that I was going to go home with Roy.

It was wild. When guys talked to me, and I told them that I was with Roy, they treated me like I was off limits. It was like Roy and I were an item and everyone respected that. And that was awesome.

Everyone seemed to really respect Roy, not only because he owned the gallery, but because he demanded their respect without having to do anything. And in that same way, they respected me. I was wearing clothes that at home would have given every guy a stiffy. And now, when people knew I was with Roy, I got respect, rather than gawking eyes. Yes, guys looked at my nipples, because they were clearly visible, but they did so respectfully.

The respect guys had for girls back home was from being raised to be gentlemen. The respect guys had for me now was from knowing that I was Roy's girl. And I liked that.

Dee had Dave and Mike and other men. And, obviously, Roy had been with Holly and Alice. But now I was with Roy. And Roy didn't seem interested in other women. I liked that. But I wondered what was going on with Dee, and what and how she really felt about Roy. She said that me sucking Roy was a good look. Dee seemed very happy when I saw her with Mike, and I know she was happy when she was with Dave. What I wondered was how happy she was when it was just her and Roy.

I began thinking about me and Roy, and the fact that I really didn't want him to want another woman, but I wanted to be with Dave again, and I was attracted to other men. Roy had said that he expected that I would have boyfriends. And I wanted to have boyfriends, but I also wanted Roy. My head was spinning. I didn't really know what I wanted or who I had become, but I knew in my heart of hearts that no matter what, Roy would be there for me.

When the last people left the gallery and it was just me and Roy, I asked him, "Who am I to you?"

Roy had a look of concern and confusion on his face. He asked me, "Who are you . . . to me?"

I nodded.

Roy smiled and said, "You're my little girl. You're someone that I see as having the ability to do anything you want to. To me, you're are a special gift."

I asked Roy what made me special, as compared to Alice or Holly.

Roy told me, "Holly and Alice was special, too. They still are. But they grew up. They found what they wanted, what they needed, and it wasn't me anymore."

I wasn't sure why I asked, but I asked Roy, "Do you feel that Dee needs you?"

Roy kind of laughed and asked me if I had ever heard the phrase "Sometimes a man's purpose in a woman's life is to help her to be a better woman . . . for another man."?

I shook my head and told Roy that I'd never heard that before.

Roy ran his fingers through my hair and said, "You may someday feel that you have finally found what you've been looking for. And it may be after you're married. It will then be up to your husband to decide whether it is better to restrain your love or allow you to love, openly, the men that make you feel the best and make you the best you."

I kissed Roy and told him, "I don't think I've ever met a man like you. You're special to me. And that's why I love you."

Roy sighed and said, "I want this to last. I want you to be my little girl for as long as possible, but I also understand that life happens. And people change."

I asked Roy, "What happened between you and Dee?"

Roy looked at me a little confused, "What do you mean what happened between me and Dee?"

I mentioned to Roy that Dee left with Mike, and that she'd said she wasn't going to be home until tomorrow sometime. Then I asked Roy how often he and Dee had sex.

Roy pulled me closer to him and whispered, "Tonight I'm going to be with you, in you, loving you. That's what matters."

Roy didn't answer my question, and I didn't press the issue. What he'd just said was what really mattered. What I got from Roy was that although he and Dee were married that they both had their own lives that sometimes included the other. And that worked for them, and, obviously, for me, too.

I asked Roy what he had in mind for the rest of the night.

Roy looked at his watch and told me that it was 2:00AM. I nodded, "And?"

Roy smiled and told me that he thought that it was time to go for a swim, naked.

As we drove, Roy fingered me. Then I couldn't help myself. I told him to pull out his cock so that I could suck it. He wasted no time. Within a minute I was down on him, and the drive became a lot more pleasurable for both of us.

We pulled off into a parking lot. It was dark. So, I wasn't sure where we were. I looked around and then asked Roy where we were. Roy smiled and told me to take my clothes off. I didn't ask why and did what he told me to do. I was standing there completely naked, in a parking lot.

Roy took me by the hand and led me. I noticed the moonlight glittering off of the water. We were at a lake. Roy had mentioned swimming naked. I told Roy that the water would be cold. He told me that we could keep each other warm.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if someone caught us, with me being naked and all. We stopped at the water's edge and Roy stood behind me and put his hands on my breasts. He kissed my neck and asked me if I'd had a good night, so far. I nodded.

Roy told me that my skin was so soft and that he loved touching me. I told him that he could touch me however and whenever he wanted to.

Roy was still fully dressed. I'd thought that we were going to go skinny dipping, but what was happening was good, too. Yet, I really wanted to go skinny dipping.

I darted toward the water and Roy ran after me. I jumped in the water and splashed around, "Come on in. The water's not too cold."

Roy smiled at me and then began undressing. When he took his shirt off, Roy's chest looked amazing. The shadows revealed his stomach muscles, which was nice. And when he took off his pants, his cock swung as if with the wind. I'd gone skinny dipping back home, and I'd had sex with a few boys. But now I was going to be with a real man, a man I loved. A man who made me feel special.

Roy jumped into the water and splashed me, and I splashed him. I'd always enjoyed skinny dipping, and having sex in the water. And that night was no different. Roy kissed me and I kissed him back. Roy told me that he'd always loved skinny dipping, but that Dee wasn't much into skinny dipping, or swimming in lakes.

I told Roy that I loved water, skinny dipping and that I loved him.

Roy had become erect, pulled me to him and slid his cock inside of me. We kissed deeply, and the feeling of his strong hands on my ass checks felt really good. When I'd had sex with boys back home, while skinny dipping, they felt good, but Roy felt amazing in me.

The moon glistened on the water and on my breasts. My nipples were as hard as Roy's cock was. And my pussy was as wet as the lake was. My legs were wrapped around Roy's waist and he was bucking like a bronco. This was the most romantic night I could remember. And it was something I knew I was going to remember for the rest of my life.

I believed right then that finding Roy and Dee's ad was no mistake. It was destiny. I had gone to that specific university, found that specific ad and now my life was heading in a direction that I had never thought of. And I liked it, a lot.

I felt bad for Dee. Sure, she had lovers, one really, really good lover and others, but she was missing out on what I was getting to experience with Roy. Dee might be older and beautiful, and she may get sex with a lot of men, but I really didn't think that she knew what she had with Roy. Roy was an amazing man. He was a pretty good lover. And he knew how to make me feel really, really good.

I thought about Holly and Alice, and how they had moved on from Roy. What were they thinking? And what more had they gotten by leaving him?

When Roy eventually told me that he was going to cum inside of me, I felt his cock begin to throb and stiffen, then I felt the warmth of his cum inside of me. The weather was beautiful, the water wasn't too cold, and then the warmth of Roy cumming inside of me made it all come together. I kissed Roy deeply and told him, "This has been the best night ever."

As Roy began to soften inside of me, he said, "I just hope you have just as much fun come Monday."

I wasn't sure why he would bring up Monday when we were having such a good time right then.

Roy told me, "I have a feeling that you're going to have more sex than you ever had in a day, come Monday."

I told Roy that I thought I was going to be doing some work for Jon.

Roy said, "When Holly had her first job with Jon, she was your age. She's only two years older than you now. And she'd only had sex with one guy before that. And that first day on the job she learned what it was like to have several men want her. She was actually scared most of the time, but she was a trooper. She let all the men do what they wanted to and with her and, in the end, came out a better person because of it."

I asked Roy if that was his intention for me, to be better for other men?

Roy kissed me, "I want you to be a better person for you. I want only the best for you."

I told Roy that I felt he was the best thing to ever happen to me.

Roy smiled, "I like that. And I hope you continue to feel that way."

I asked Roy what he thought would change anything between him and me.

Roy told me, "You like Dave. Right? Because he has a big cock and he's an insane lover. Right?"

I nodded.

Roy then said, "You may find that some other man or men can give you what I can't."

I told Roy, "You're romantic, loving, strong and a good lover. I may want other men, but that won't take away how I feel about you."

Roy sighed, "Dee loves me, too. And she's found that other men can give her what I can't."

I kissed Roy and said, "You may not have the biggest cock. You may not be the world's best lover, but how you make me feel isn't going to change."

I began to wonder what the hell was happening. We were having a very romantic evening. We'd made love in the lake, Roy had cum inside of me. And now this?

I asked Roy what was really going on.

Roy turned toward the shore and said, "Sometimes I want more than I really deserve, I guess."

I reached out and grabbed Roy's hand and pulled him toward me, "Deserve? You have me. You've been in me. What more do you want that you feel you don't deserve?"

Roy slightly smiled, "You're young. You're beautiful. You're everything any man could ever want. You're most guys dream girl. I'm an older guy. I'm not the best you'll ever have. Even my wife needs more than I can give her."

I told Roy that I was going to be everything for him that Dee never was or could be.

Roy squeezed my hand and told me that we should get home so that he could give me a bath. I thought that was very romantic of him, too. I felt that Roy deserved more than Dee ever gave him. And I was going to be everything she never could be.