Bibi

The gift exchange was simple and well received, both sides respecting the feelings of the other. Bibi and I exchanged a couple small personal things, but agreed to keep it low key. All-in-all, a lovely day.

We would be staying at Bibi's New Years Eve. Her parents were going to a friends house for their annual bash. We decided to stay home. Bibi had been before. As Bailey, she loved it, most of her peers were just like her, shallow and condescending. As Bibi, she didn't want to go. The possibility of backsliding terrified her. I understood completely, supporting her decision.

"We'll just have a quiet night here." I assured her.

"We could spend the evening with your family." Bibi suggested.

"Oh Hell no." I laughed. "Dad will spend the whole evening getting slowly plastered and at some point will throw mom over his shoulder, take her upstairs and tear her clothes off. Though, not always in that order. They are not quiet."

"I'm happy they still have that much love for each other, but I'm not sure I want to see, or hear it THAT closely." She giggled. "Here is good."

"Wise choice." I nodded.

We were sitting in Bibi's room, just chilling when her parents came by to let us know they were leaving for the party. I have to admit, I did a double take on Maitlyn. Wearing a form fitting dress in deep red, she was quite elegant and very attractive.

"Close your mouth JT." Bibi teased.

"Sorry." I sputtered. "You look very nice tonight."

"Thank you JT." She smiled. "Nice to know I've still got it. You two have a good night, we'll see you sometime tomorrow."

"Night momma, daddy." Bibi chirped. "Have fun."

We had a quiet dinner, then streamed a movie, cuddling on her bed. Around 10PM we took a shower together, something that's always guaranteed to get me going. I set up the ice bucket and champagne, carrying it up to her room while she assembled some snacks. Set for the night, we crawled back into bed. Cuddling again, she gazed into my eyes.

"Staring at my mom huh?" Bibi asked.

"I--I..." I sputtered as she burst out laughing.

"Kidding." She howled, nearly rolling on the floor. "You couldn't help but notice. Mom's really built, Lindsey too. We're late bloomers, so there's still a chance I'll fill out a bit more."

"I like you just the way you are." I said.

"So if I got bigger tits and a better ass, you'd be disappointed?" She teased.

"Devastated." I pouted. "But if that's what it takes to be with you, I'll risk it."

"Oh the pain." She giggled.

"The things I do for love." I grinned, scooping her into my arms.

She squealed as I planted a very passionate kiss on her, holding her up by her ass cheeks. She ground herself into my groin, immediately getting the attention of my cock. Feeling the pressure on her lower bits, she grinned wickedly.

"You like?" She purred.

"More than you could ever know." I groaned.

"Naked Now!" She commanded.

In the next moments, clothes flew in all directions, leaving us nude in short order. Bibi pushed me onto my back and laid on my chest. Feeling my erection trapped beneath her, Bibi spread her legs allowing me to spring upright, her pussy radiating heat against the top of my dick. Sitting up, she once again trapped me. Slowly sliding down my body, dragging me through her oozing slit, she stopped when I popped free, standing straight up once more. She moved forward, bending me upward as she slid her labia over my engorged erection, hugging it between her slick petals.

"Oh fuck Bibi." I groaned.

"Yeah, just what I was thinking." She cooed, biting her lower lip.

Reaching up, I palmed both her tits, then lowered my hands slightly to rub her nipples. She nearly screamed when I pinched one, then the other, grinding herself even more furiously onto my manhood starting to pant and moan.

"Can't... wait... any... longer." Bibi grunted with each stroke up my cock. She rose up, grabbing me, lodging me in her overheated entrance, then sat down quickly.

I felt her tunnel envelope me, surrounding me with her warm, wet insides. Her eyes opened wide when she hit bottom, she quivered internally, then she squealed and came, falling on my chest in a heap.

"That... was... incredible." She panted, looking up into my eyes. "Can you finish? I don't think I can move."

I smiled, kissed her, momentarily dueling with her tongue, then carefully rolled her over, making sure I stayed firmly planted deep in her very inviting pussy. Wrapping her in my arms, I slowly started driving into her, moving cautiously.

"Good?" I asked.

She nodded, reaching back to grab my ass, pulling me into her. I followed her rhythm, letting her set the pace. Before long, she was moaning at the bottom of each stroke, building towards another orgasm. As her moans became louder, they graduated into guttural groans, then continued to increase in volume. She released my ass then panted in my ear. "Fuck me JT, fuck me hard."

Pushing up onto my arms, I slammed into her, causing her tits to quiver each time I hit bottom. Soon, she was wailing, begging me to fuck her, to cum inside her. I could feel my climax approaching, much faster than I would have liked. I only hoped she'd cum again before I exploded. Unable to hold it any longer, I pounded her, slamming into her pussy with all I had. Just as I could go no more, she screamed and orgasmed, flailing beneath me. I detonated into her spasming depths seconds later filling her to overflowing then dropped onto her tits, panting like a marathon runner.

At some point, I became aware of Bibi stroking my hair and face, murmuring words of love in my ear. Finally capable of conscious thought and movement, I moved up, laying next to her, nuzzling her neck. "That was a surprise."

"Just seemed like the right time." She giggled.

"No complaints from me." I grinned.

"Not disappointed?" She asked.

"No, why would I be?" I answered, slightly confused.

"I had this whole grand scenario in my head." She explained. "How our first time would be so romantic. Slow, passionate, you'd hold me and tenderly make love to me. Then I get all hot and bothered and jump you."

"Like you said, it felt right." I stated. "We can still make the other happen as well."

"It won't be the same." She frowned.

"It will." I assured. "It will still be the first time we make love."

She drew closer, eyes shining, our noses lightly touching and smiled. "And here I thought guys weren't romantic."

"Wherever did you get that idea?" I chuckled. "Even my dad, Mr. raging hormones himself, manages to pull it of from time-to-time."

We took a moment to wash up, she was a bit annoyed that she wouldn't stop leaking. "Guess I never considered what goes in must, at some point, come out. Still, how the Hell much did you put inside me?"

I hugged her and patted her firm, round ass. "Not sure but I'm looking forward to adding more."

She looked away briefly, blushing slightly and replied, very softly. "Me too."

We settled back into bed and ate the snacks that Bibi had prepared, a nice assortment of cheeses, crackers and various fruits and drank some champagne as we drew closer to midnight. We had no desire to watch any of the stupid New Years Eve shows on either the TV or computer, so we counted down on my phone. At the stroke of midnight, we kissed, staring into each other's eyes.

"Happy New Year Bibi." I grinned.

"The first of many more to come my love." She assured.

Again, the time was right and even though neither of us intended for it to happen that night, we made love for the first time. Just as Bibi had dreamed, it was slow and passionate. I took great care to make sure she felt loved, safe and cherished. By the time I finally drove her over the top, she was crying tears of joy at the overwhelming feelings she was experiencing. I kissed her softly as she orgasmed, peering deeply into her loving eyes, then followed her into bliss. I only vaguely remember rolling onto my back afterwards, Bibi snuggled against me, sighing contentedly before sleep took us both.

Waking in the morning, I had to smile. Bibi was still cuddled up next to me, breathing softly, smiling. Even in her sleep, she was angelic, easily the most beautiful woman I'd even seen. I'm sure she'd tell me I'm biased, and that is probably true, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong.

As I was lying there looking at her, rumpled hair framing her face and eyes, slightly puffy from sleep, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have her in my life.

Lost in my thoughts, she startled me when she nuzzled into my cheek.

"Morning gorgeous, sleep well?" I asked. "From that smile I saw while you were asleep, I'm guessing you had some good dreams last night?"

"Lived my dream." She purred into my ear. "Last night, BEFORE we went to sleep. May take a few days before the smile goes away."

Nature called, as it usually does in the morning, so we got up, had a shower and dressed. Collecting the dishes and assorted remnants of our celebration we made our way to the kitchen.

Bibi had just started making breakfast when Maitlyn wandered in. Up to this time, she'd always been dressed when I saw her in the morning. Today however, was different. No makeup, hair a tangled mess and wearing a very sheer silk robe that left little to the imagination, she was both breathtaking and disheveled, a very confusing combination. Wisely, coffee had been made before anything else was started and she poured herself a cup and sat at the table.

"Morning kids." Maitlyn said, sipping her coffee. "How was your night?"

Bibi grinned, maybe just a bit too much. "It was wonderful mom." She answered.

Maitlyn cocked an eyebrow then looked over at me. I, of course, blushed, avoiding her gaze. She nodded knowingly and smiled.

"Sorry I'm such a mess this morning." Maitlyn said to me. "We got back later than I'd anticipated. I'm a bit short on sleep and way more hungover than I want to admit. After some coffee, I might be able to put on my mascara without gouging out an eye."

"Don't go to any trouble on my account." I stated. "It might be hard to accessorize an eyepatch. Do you match the purse or the outfit?"

Maitlyn spit into her coffee cup, then laughed. "Bibi, your boyfriend is being mean to me." She teased.

"He's my fiancee, mom." She mock pouted. "Besides, it's a fair question."

"Traitor." Maitlyn giggled. "I see how it is."

Bibi came up behind her mother, hugged her and kissed her cheek. "I love you mom, JT does too."

"I know baby." Maitlyn smiled, patting her daughter's arm, a single tear hanging in the corner of one eye.

We were just about done when Emerson all but staggered in. I'd seen hangovers before, this one was legendary.

"Coffee." He groaned, slumping into a chair.

Bibi slid a cup in front of her father and leaned down, kissing him on the cheek. "Morning daddy."

"Ugh." He frowned.

"Ok Mr. Grumpy Butt." She giggled.

"Sorry sweetheart." He apologized. "Over did it a bit last night, feel like crap."

"You say that every year." Bibi tittered.

Emerson managed to choke down a danish and a couple cups of coffee. He still looked like a zombie, but at least his mood was improving.

Having no real plans for the day, Bibi and I lazed about. We spent some time in the game room playing pool, then a couple board games before once again cuddling in her bed. By dinner time, Emerson was once again human and we had a nice meal, prepared mostly by Bibi.

"You're quite the cook." I praised. "Good thing too. If we have to depend on my cooking, we'll starve... or die of food poisoning. I don't think I could make waiver day status at my best."

"Waiver day?" Emerson questioned.

"Yeah." I explained. "The food at school has four classifications. Edible, Government minimum definition of food, Probably not lethal and lastly, waiver required."

"Is it really that bad?" Maitlyn asked.

"No, not really." I chuckled. "It's just industrial food, bland, uninspired. Trying not to offend the picky and managing, at the same time, to disappoint anyone with functioning taste buds."

"Not so different when I was in college." Emerson said. "Keeps you alive, but only a real masochist would like it."

Bibi and I nodded.

The rest of Christmas break passed without incident and we returned once again to the halls of higher learning.

Not surprisingly, our classes got increasingly difficult. We were spending much more time studying leaving less time for us. While we both anticipated this, living the reality was entirely different. Once or twice one of us got snippy with the other and words were exchanged. Sometimes hurtful words, followed by a few awkward days of uncomfortable silence. Finally, we'd sit down and talk through it, breaking down the misunderstanding and learning just that much more about each other.

Undeterred, we continued our education. Bibi was majoring in business with a minor in finance. As her father got closer to retirement, he was preparing Brian to succeed him as CEO of his company as he had inherited the position from his own father and Bibi was to take over as CFO, after spending some years assisting the current one. Lindsey hadn't shown much interest up to this point, but space would be made for her if she decided she wanted a place there.

I majored in computers, specializing in systems integration and application. I'd intended to help dad with his security company. As the equipment became more complex, he and his buddies needed people who could create and customize the computers that were increasingly the heart of state-of-the-art systems. Not glamorous, but it would provide for my future.

The remainder of the year passed without incident and we returned home for the summer.

Bibi was scheduled to start working with the current CFO for the duration. She was both pleased at the progress towards her ultimate career goal and saddened that it would cut into our time together.

Dad decided it was time for me to step up as well and introduced me to his partners and I started learning the ropes of just exactly what Redding Safety and Security LLC did and how I was to help make it better.

We both took to our new endeavors like ducks to water. Bibi managing to impress the CFO with her knowledge and me proving to be quite the asset to the computer and electronics side of the company. To say dad was pleased would be an understatement.

As the summer wound down, Emerson asked to sit down with Bibi and me, so one evening, after dinner, we met.

"Thanks for coming by." Emerson started.

Bibi was uneasy. Her father's request had her worried. "Is everything OK daddy?"

"Oh, sorry sweetheart." He waved. "I'm making this much more than it needs to be. I just wanted to make you two an offer."

"Offer daddy?" Bibi asked.

"I know you both have expressed your desire to be independent and stand on your own." He stated. "I respect that. I, well actually your mother and I, want to set you two up in your own place for your last year. Our gift for how much maturity and dedication the two of you are showing. You both make us so proud."

Bibi and I looked at one another, stunned. We'd actually been talking about doing just that and had been trying to work through the numbers to see if we could afford it. We were close, damned close. We whispered back and forth for several minutes, then turned back to Emerson.

"We both appreciate the kind and generous offer." I answered. "We graciously accept, with one minor change."

Emerson smiled. I think he already knew what we were going to propose.

"Please don't think badly of us daddy." Bibi chimed in. "Half, we'll let you and mom pay half. We need the challenge to keep us grounded."

"Agreed." He chuckled. "I'm actually surprised you accepted that much. I know how fiercely independent you two are."

"Truthfully, I'm independent, she's just stubborn." I teased.

"And already you're sleeping on the couch." Bibi giggled. "Thank you daddy."

"Yes." I added. "Thanks, both of you."

Emerson did his best to side step any praise. "You've both worked hard. You deserve it."

We found a small place not too far from campus. Some complaints were made about it being maybe a bit too small, which Bibi quickly quashed. "We don't need much space. It's plenty big enough for our needs."

It didn't take long to move in. Before we knew it, our little love nest was feathered and ready for occupation. We relished the solitude our own place offered us. Even the library, while quiet, was always a hive of very distracting activity. In our final year of school, any advantage was welcome.

We still had to endure that last year before returning home to start our life together. Bibi and I had come a long way in these last few years. Her journey, much more difficult than mine in my opinion, had seen her transform from a deeply unhappy, abusive and very immature child to a smart, caring and loving woman ready to take on anything the world could throw at her. If I had even a small hand in that transformation, I'm grateful.

We try not to dwell too much on the future. We haven't set a hard date for the wedding. It will happen when the time is right. We've discussed children, both of us wanting to be parents, but as for how many and when, still debating. We have a long and wondrous life ahead of us, but it still passes one day at a time. I guess we're both living my father's philosophy. Be mindful of the future, but don't miss the happiness to be found in the here and now. As a soldier, there was always the possibility today was all he had. He said it would be a damn shame to miss it.

Standing hand in hand looking off towards that distant horizon, we have no idea what awaits us. The one thing we do know is we will face it together. The good and the bad. The highs and lows. Whatever it is, we don't plan to miss a single moment.