Beth & Michael - The Road Ahead

"That's SOOO great, you two! Details ... details!" Kelly cried.

Beth and Michael looked at each other and rolled their eyes wondering where to start. "Actually, we're both starving and were waiting on you two to grab dinner. How 'bout we go to Mexicali Rose?" asked Michael. "We have a LOT to tell you."

At the restaurant, Michael and Beth filled them in on the whole New York -- Sam fiasco, which, of course, ended with the engagement. "So, we're here for a week with nothing to do but go to class and spend some time with you guys," Michael said.

Kelly leaned over and whispered something to Keith. He smiled and nodded in agreement. She turned to them and said, "We have to do something special while we have you here. So, on Friday, we are having ... Carnalvale!"

"What's Carnivale?" asked Beth.

"Carnalvale," Kelly corrected. "It's a night of sexual games and competition." She squeezed Keith's arm. "We think you'll like it."

Beth and Michael looked at each other. "Have you sent out invitations?" Michael asked.

"No ... why?" asked Kelly.

"We love your games and all, but all either of us really want to do this week is to chill. We just want to be normal students and just want to be with you, if that's okay," Beth answered.

Keith smiled broadly. "No problem, man. That's cool."

Michael played "wife" to Beth that week. He made her breakfast and met her for lunch every day. He took his laptop to the library when she had to study and worked in an adjacent carrel. He met with his advisor, and they mapped out a plan for him to slowly continuing to work on his degree, which included the possibility of taking classes from New York or L.A.

On Friday, Michael told everyone to get home by 3:30. Then, he instructed them to pack small overnight bags. Keith drove them all to a big field on the outer edge of town, where a giant hot air balloon awaited them. The four climbed in the basket and were giddy wondering what he'd done. They sailed high above the valley for about an hour before landing in a field that was just a short walk from a country inn where Michael had rented a two-bedroom suite.

Keith couldn't stop laughing the whole time. "This is the coolest thing I've ever done. Dude, being friends with you is like being friends with Willie Wonka!"

The Inn was a 45-minute bike ride from a nearby historic town, so on Saturday, they biked over for lunch and to follow along while the ladies shopped. They went back to the inn that night for dinner and to listen to the jazz quartet that played on the weekend. The four of them later convened in the hot tub with a couple of bottles of champagne. Keith and Kelly were the first to turn in. Michael and Beth sat in the tub for awhile longer looking up at the stars and holding each other.

Michael arranged for a car to pick them up and drop them off at the lake house on Sunday. He had a 3:30 flight to catch back to New York. Beth was very, very quiet as she watched him pack.

"You're not saying much," he remarked.

"That's because it's hard to talk when you're heart is breaking," she answered.

He stopped and sat beside her, and she laid her head in his lap. He brushed her silky hair with his hand and said, "You do know this is only temporary and that NOTHING will happen with Sam or any other woman, right?"

"I've learned my lesson in that regard. I trust you completely, but I'm going to miss you terribly. I told Carly I'm going back to the dorm because it's way too sad to be in this bed without you."

He kissed her head. "It won't be for long, Angel. I'm nearly finished with all the revisions for the first book, and your semester will end in about six weeks. We'll figure out the rest after that." She clutched his legs harder.

Keith came in and somberly announced it was time to head to the airport. It felt like they were heading for a funeral. They loaded Michael's bag into the trunk. Beth sat next to him in the back seat and held his arm so tightly it was tingling. She decided she was going to be strong when he got out of the car.

When Keith pulled up at the departure curb, Michael removed his arm from Beth's shoulders. She didn't move. "I don't think I can let you go," she said.

Michael began patting his jacket pockets looking for something. "Maybe it won't matter. Where's my ticket?"

She rose up and said, "I don't remember seeing a ticket on the nightstand. Can't you just get a reprint from the airline?"

"But, my ticket ... I need my ticket." All three of them stared at Michael puzzled by this whole thing.

"Dude, it doesn't matter. I usually don't even have a ticket. They'll print your boarding pass when you check-in," Keith said.

Michael threw up his hands and exclaimed, "That's it! I'm not going!"

Beth said, "Michael, what's wrong with you? Who cares about ..." She stopped because of the look on his face. He was clearly struggling to hold in a smile. "Okay, Monkey Boy, what's going on?"

Michael finally could hold it in no more. He looked at all three confused faces and fell over in the seat on top of Beth laughing hysterically.

"Are you having a breakdown?" Kelly asked.

When he finally regained some composure, he looked up at Beth and said, "I'm not going to New York."

"What do you mean? You're quitting?"

He sat up, wiping tears from his eyes and answered, "No, of course I'm not quitting. But, I told Sam I started the book here, and I can finish it here. I'll only be going to New York or wherever when there's some kind of meeting I have to attend."

Beth took a moment for this to sink in, and she stared at the huge grin on Michael's face. "You little shit!" she said as she started hitting him and tickling him. "You knew this all along, didn't you?" Michael howled as he fended off her hands. "You let my heart crack in two giant pieces all day long and didn't say a word!"

"You are such an ass!" Kelly said as she reached back from the front seat and attacked Michael as well. Then, she got out of her seat and joined Beth in the back seat tickling Michael everywhere he left an opening.

"Dude, I was going to come back there and pound you myself, but it appears things are well in hand," Keith said smiling. About that time, the airport security person signaled for him to keep moving, so he pulled out with both women attacking Michael.

They finally stopped just before they entered the highway and put on their seatbelts. "You are in such trouble! I can't even begin to describe what trouble you're in!" Beth said as she hugged his chest.

Michael was still breathing hard from his assault. He put both arms around the shoulders of the two women. Keith looked at him in the rearview mirror and smiled.

"Sorry guys ... I just couldn't resist."

"You better figure out a way in the future, mister, or you'll be sleeping in the car!" Beth retorted.

"No ... no ... I won't do it again. It was way too hard. I just wanted to see your face when you realized we weren't going to be apart ... at least not much," Michael said.

"What did Sam have to say?"

"What could she say? After what she did, she was grateful she still had her job. I explained that the three of you are busy in school all day anyway, so I'd have no distractions during the day to write. Besides, remember Bill my old boss at the engineering firm?"

"Yeah," Beth answered.

"I called and asked if I could rent an office from him to have a place to work. Since they moved into their new digs, I hoped they might have some extra room. He said they did, so I even have a quiet place to work."

Beth smiled and hugged him. All the details helped make this more real to her. She couldn't remember being so happy.

On the way home, they stopped at the store and bought steaks and wine. Then, they went back to the lake house on that warm, sunny afternoon and went skinny-dipping in the lake -- something they had not done since the Scott incident. The four of them sunbathed nude, cooked dinner on the grill, and built a big fire in the fireplace when the sun went down and the coolness drove them inside.

That night, Beth and Michael lay in each other's arms. "Thank you," Beth said as she ran her fingers over Michael's belly.

"Nope ... I will accept no thanks. I certainly did this for you and for us, but I did it just as much for me as anyone. If I had to be apart from you again, I knew I'd be too sad to care about anything. That's also a big part of what I told Sam, by the way. She thinks New York is so wonderful that I would be more productive there. I think I finally got through to her that my life is with you and that home is wherever you are." Beth hugged him tighter. "Being in New York would make things much worse. I can be a whole lot more productive and creative here when I know I'll be coming home to you every night."

"Do you think she understands?"

"I think so. I don't really care though because I was ready to give up the whole thing and go back to school if she pushed too hard. That much, she did believe."

She looked up at him and asked, "You would have really given all this up for me?"

He looked at her like she was crazy and answered, "Have you been paying attention lately?"

She laid her head back down on his chest and answered, "How'd I get so lucky?"

He hugged her back and answered, "I always thought I was the lucky one."

Beth moved on top of Michael, took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. She gently probed his mouth with her tongue and bit his lower lip. He made a move as if he was going to move on top, but she stopped him. "Huh uh ... I want this one." Michael lay back down.

She slowly rubbed her pussy lips up and down his rigid cock as she continued to kiss his lips and his neck. She tenderly scraped his chest with her fingernails and smiled down at Michael as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Beth moved down so she could feast on the hot, purple member that had given her so much pleasure. She licked his length and took his spongy tip into her mouth so she could press her tongue into the sensitive flesh on the underside. She sucked each of his balls into her mouth and massaged them with her mouth. Beth reached for some coconut oil and began stroking him, one hand after the other. Michael's breathing grew irregular as she worked. Beth then took him into her mouth and sucked him with more fire, bobbing her head up and down his pole. She kept one hand under his scrotum to feel when his balls began constricting. Each time he got near, she stopped and licked his nipples. Michael's body pushed his cock toward her seeking relief, but she resisted.

When she felt Michael's urgency had reached critical mass, she enveloped him with her drenched vagina. Michael gasped at the feel of his slow descent into her most private chamber. Beth now closed her eyes too so she could concentrate on the way he felt inside her. Twice more, she left him grow only to halt her movements and to kiss his neck. The third time, she kicked it into high gear and ravaged his aching cock. Michael's orgasm hit him like a runaway train. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed her slender hips as his whole body curled and tensed. The waves of pleasure were so strong and came so rapidly that Michael was completely lost in its grip. Beth had intended for this to be a lovemaking session all about him, but the force of his ejaculations ignited a shattering orgasm in her as well. When she was spent, she clinched his cock with her vaginal muscles and collapsed on top of him. It was several minutes before either of them could utter a sound.

Gravity eventually won the battle with Beth's vagina, and Michael's penis slipped from her. That's when she looked up and saw tears leaking from his closed eyes. He sometimes was so overwhelmed from a lovemaking session with Beth that he cried afterwards. Usually, she teased him. Tonight, she just laid her head back down on his strong chest.

"I'm not sure if you can ever top that one," he said.

She smirked. "That's what you said the last fifty times, and look what happened."

"Yeah, but this was one a whole new level. I've never cum this hard in my life!"

"That only means it's the best so far ... not that it's the best ever," she said with a smile.

"I can't believe human beings can come harder than this and survive. If you do better than this, I may get whisked straight to heaven!"

"But, what a way to go, huh?"

"No shit!"

She hugged him tighter. "That's your reward for staying with me."

"In the car, I thought you said I was going to get punished."

"Okay, so I made one teensy little error." He laughed as he hugged her.

"How are we going to do this?" Michael asked. "I won't need to do any serious traveling for awhile. I should be able to wrap up all the editing over the next couple of weeks. The next phase will be the Hollywood stuff, but that will happen during the summer, so you can go with me. Sam said they would probably schedule the book launch for a big push sometime in the fall. Apparently, I'll be booked on all kinds of talk shows, since they want the book to hit big with the movie connection."

"This is just the wildest things. It's like some kind of dream. Imagine you signing books and on Letterman or whatever. I can't believe all this is happening to my little buddy from the backyard pool."

"Yeah, I keep wondering when I'm gonna wake up as well."

"To answer your question, I guess we'll see what your schedule looks like. You should know something before the end of summer, right?"

"Yep ... should."

Beth smiled and said, "I guess with all your bonus checks, I won't have to worry about getting a summer job at Quickie Mart ..."

"The only quickie's you'll have to worry about are in this bed," he interjected.

"So, I'll sign up for classes in the fall and drop them if I need to. We'll just go with the flow."

He hugged her in his strong arms and asked, "I guess that means that my next big problem will be when they start filming, and I take you on the set and Brad Pitt decides to dump Angelina and tries to steal you away from me."

Beth snorted. "Yeah ... poor Angelina's so homely ... I see what you mean."

"So, how am I supposed to compete?" he asked as he rubbed her breasts and kissed the top of her head.

"I don't know. That's a tough one."

"You think I'm kidding, but you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. Keith's developed terminal boneritis around you. I may have to hire a body guard just to keep people like George Clooney away from you."

"Don't forget, I'm the one who walked in on you with another woman's pussy in your face -- a very hot woman at that."

"So, what do two sexual superheroes do when unleashed upon the world?"

"I think punishment is the only answer. If I catch you flirting with any hot babes, you have to make me cum ten times before you get your wiener touched."

"Ten? Ouch! And, what about me with the whole George and Brad thing?"

"You have to name your own punishment."

He smiled. "Let me see ... Okay, if I catch you flirting with any hit dudes, you have to fuck me ten times without cumming."

"That's impossible."

"Well ... that's the punishment. If you cum, we have to start all over again."

"Holy shit! That's like a life sentence."

"Listen ... you do the crime, you gotta do the time."

"Damn! And, I was really looking forward to being ravished by the boys. I guess I'm stuck with you."

"Yeah ... same here. If I spent enough time head-first in your sweet garden to make you cum 10 times without any relief, my balls would swell up and explode. So, I guess I'm stuck with you too," he said as he kissed her head again.

"You know, all this George and Brad talk has made me horny," Beth said.

"Me too."

"Which one?"

"It doesn't matter. They're both so dreamy," Michael replied. He reached down and rubbed her pussy to see if she was really wet and was delighted to discover she was soaked.

He jumped off the bed and pulled her to the end so her legs dangled off of it. Then he lined up his dick with her succulent treasure and plunged into her. Beth wrapped her legs around his thighs as he plowed into her. She had to hold on tightly to the mattress as Michael pounded deep inside her. She screamed, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, God!" Michael was like a machine plummeting inside her. Beth dug her nails into the mattress and gritted her teeth as the first orgasm hit. Michael's first orgasm was so huge that he kept going. Beth came two more times, screaming into a pillow before Michael unloaded inside her. He staggered back to bed and flopped on the mattress when he was finished.

"Holy fuck, where did that come from?" she asked as she lay beside him sweating.

"I don't know. It just seemed like a good idea at the time."

"I LOVED having you so deep inside me. That's definitely going in the playbook. You have such a big dick I didn't think we could do that without it hurting. But, baby, that definitely did not hurt. That was fantastic! What'd you think, Michael? Michael?"

She looked at him, and he was blissfully asleep. She snuggled against him. The last thought she had before joining him was, "Brad Pitt? I don't think so."