Canon Ch. 02

Grateful.

Thank you, God, he thought.

I don't deserve this. You and I know that.

But thank you.

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He carried her into the house, both of them still naked, stopping only to pick up her glasses. They left his jeans and T-shirt lying on the grass. She looked up at him adoringly through her lenses, innocent blue and smoky brown, and kept on looking as he carried her.

"What are you looking at?" he asked as he set her down on the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still on his face.

"I love your face," she said, touching it. Then she smiled. "You're the most handsomest man in the world."

He laughed. "Your mother told me you said that." Then he smiled at her, wryly. "This old roadmap? Pfft. Come on, let's get dressed and have some lunch."

She wouldn't let it go. "It's rough and manly and - full of character," she said, her expression soft and admiring. Then it took on a sour look. "But I can't see it right without my glasses, close up. Darn it. I wish I didn't have to wear them."

"I love your glasses," he said. They were walking down the hall toward their bedrooms.

She stopped and looked at him. "Really? Why?"

He grinned, trying not to be distracted by the miracle of her nude body. "They're sexy, Punkin. You're not a bit less beautiful when you have them on." Then he grinned even more widely, and a bit wickedly. "Especially when you aren't wearing anything else."

She slapped his shoulder playfully, laughing, and he added, "They make your beautiful eyes look even bigger. Better than makeup."

She blinked at him from behind her lenses, and he smiled and said, "Yeah. Like that. Here, look."

They were standing at the door to his bathroom again, and once again they looked in the mirror together. He smiled at her, his face over hers in the glass.

Amy knew her glasses were flattering, for glasses, but this she had never thought of. "They do look bigger," she said.

Then, "But you're not looking at my eyes, Geoffie."

His eyes were glued to her chest. He looked up, caught, and they both laughed. "Go on, put something on," he said, giving her a light slap on her lovely bottom. "I'll be putting my lunch in my ear."

---

Geoff was making coffee in the kitchen - that, he did know how to do - and reflecting. So strange and magical, the last two days have been, he thought. But there are still things we need to talk about.

Amy was taking a long time. Drying and brushing her hair, he thought. He had put on another pair of jeans and an old muscle shirt. He was vain about his body, but was aware of it and felt no hint of guilt. He worked hard to keep his aging frame in shape.

Reminds me, he thought. Haven't worked out in two days.

Well, not with the weights, anyway...

"What would you like for lunch?"

He turned, and his jaw dropped. He stared for a long moment, then said, "You."

Amy giggled. She had brushed her hair to shining perfection, and put on a touch of lipstick - and the tiniest string bikini Geoff had ever seen.

He frankly ogled her, his eyes crawling up and down her body hungrily. The bikini was white, and filmy-thin - he suspected it was the kind that was transparent when wet. The "cups" were just narrow triangles of fabric that were not quite wide enough to conceal her nipples, which were stiffly and obviously erect again.

Her bikini bottom was even more outrageous. It, too, was a narrow strip of flimsy white; it did not even cover her prominent pussy mound from side to side, and was so low it revealed a hint of the top of the crease of her vagina. It basically covered her sweet slit like a Band-Aid, and covered nothing else.

He blinked, and a thrill went down his spine. "You shaved," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. "You shaved your pussy."

Her sweet face was glowing red. "With this suit, I had to," she said shyly. "Besides, you can go bald - why can't I?" She giggled again. "Wanna see the back?"

He nodded, licking his lips, and she turned around. There was a white string across her back, and another across her hips; her lush, pale ass was completely bare. The bikini bottom was a very small G-string, and she was all but totally naked from behind.

His hands were trembling again, aching to touch her, and that staunch old trooper, his cock, was rising and preparing for action.

She faced him again and giggled, her pretty hands moving uncertainly in nervous, sweetly self-conscious gestures of trying to cover herself. "Are you embarrassed?" he asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. "You should be." He looked at her, his face deceptively serious. "That suit is way beyond indecent, Amy. You're a very naughty girl, wearing that in front of your horny old uncle." She shivered before him and whimpered a little, her strange eyes looking at him with a mixture of embarrassment, teasing, excitement, and fear.

He suddenly picked her up and carried her into the living room. She squealed with delight, kicking her bare feet happily. In a matter of seconds, she was gasping witn another kind of delight; she lay back on the sofa cushions, her pale, bare legs cocked up and wide open. Her bikini bottom dangled from one ankle as Geoff kissed and nuzzled and explored her newly hairless pussy.

He gently pulled her bare pink lips apart with his fingers, gazing with pleasure at her sweet pink opening. He looked up to see her watching him with her strangely hypnotic eyes - innocent, fearful ice-blue and seductive, knowing deep brown, both magnified; she still wore her glasses. He slowly lowered his mouth to her pussy and licked her tender, quivering, fragrant lips.

Amy breathed a shaky sigh and rolled her pussy upward, opening her legs even wider. Geoff slid his old hands under her sweet young ass and lifted her naked crotch to his mouth, and began to French-kiss her wet, fever-hot cunnie with tender passion.

He licked and sucked her tiny lips and probed her tunnel with his tongue, and she pumped her hips at him slowly, moaning softly at the feel of his mouth on her most intimate place. He peeled her open even farther and exposed the tiny, swollen pink nubbin of her tender bare clit, and he licked gently at it; and Amy bit her lip and pulled her knees back to her shoulders with her hands. She grunted softly and shivered at his careful tongue on her sweet button, and she groaned when he began to suck on it.

"Oh, Geoff... Oh, lick me... Lick me out... Eat my bare pussy..."

He did. His chin dripped with her juices as he licked and whipped her swollen clit and sucked and slurped at her luscious, twitching hole. He sawed his tongue in and out of her clenching, squeezing opening just below her clit, then held her open even wider and massaged her there without mercy. He ground and twisted the flat of his tongue directly on her bare, exposed clitty-tip. He drilled into it and beneath it and gently pulled at her sweet wet lips with his own, and she shuddered and spasmed and reached down to hold herself wide open for him with both her little hands.

He lifted his head, his old, lined face slack with lust and his chin dripping with her sweet young juices. He looked down at the sweet and lovely virgin who held her pussy open for his mouth, gasping and trembling, her strange eyes shut tight and her knees behind her arms - and he reached up and pulled her bikini bra away.

She looked down at him then, through slitted, smoking eyes, and gasped, "Yes... Keep me naked..."

She pressed down on either side of her hot, glistening, swollen red clit and stuck it out at him, bare and exposed and sensitive. "Suck my clittie, Uncle Geoff," she whimpered. "Make your little Amy cum in your mouth..."

Geoff's dick felt like a concrete bridge piling. He attacked her tender pussy like a starving man.

The old man ate her mercilessly, and she came, shaking and grunting, all over his wet and eager mouth; and then he only ate her more mercilessly still, sawing his tongue directly on her raw clit immediately after her orgasm and sliding two fingers up her grasping hole.

She squealed and struggled and pummelled his shoulders with her little fists, but he worked his tongue and fingers in and out of her hole and gave her clit no rest till she gave it up completely, creaming copiously into his mouth with her pale, naked, perfect body rippling and snapping helplessly like a flag in the wind.

He held her, naked and shivering in his arms, for long, long after; she had never cum so hard or for so long, and it took her much longer to recover. He was still fully dressed, and he felt his shirt wet with her tears and perspiration.

He rocked her and kissed her hair and smiled. How strange... He had not shot his heavy, hot load in her; it still waited, simmering in his swollen balls. But he felt a deep, fulfilling satisfaction anyway. He knew how hard she had cum, and how deeply it had reached inside her, how he had held her soul in his hands as he tormented her clit in his mouth.

He knew how badly she needed his cock, and how she knew it would soon be inside her, touching her heart and filling it with his own. He knew how close they had always been, and how much closer they were now - and how much closer they would be when that moment came.

Geoff noticed that her breathing had slowed, and that she lay in his arms as relaxed and warm and boneless as a pool of water in the sun. Amy was asleep.

He held her gently, tenderly, his heart so filled with love and warmth and gratitude, he thought it might burst. This miracle he cradled in his arms, the sweet little girl grown into this perfect girl-woman - in the short space of two days, she had changed his life, changed him.

I was just waiting to die, he thought. Alone. And I had never really lived.

Not till now.

He felt tears on his cheeks, and the tough old soldier didn't care. He smiled and held his Amy and let them flow.

---

Amy stirred and woke, but slowly. She fought her way up through layers of sleep as if from the depths of some ocean, and finally opened her eyes. The room spun slowly, then slowly stopped.

She was naked. She lay in a warm bed - the big four-poster she had shared with Geoff the night before. She saw her glasses on the nightstand.

Her pussy felt strange; not sore, but full and swollen and sensitive.

It came back to her slowly. Geoff eating her bare, freshly-shaved pussy, making her cum over and over...

Amy smiled. He had carried her to bed and tucked her in. She snuggled down in the covers and thought of him dreamily.

Seventy. He was seventy. How could he be so attractive and manly and hot and make her pussy so juicy and ready and make her love him so? He was fifty-two years older than she...

Hm. There was precedent, she thought. Sean Connery came to mind. Clint Eastwood. Tony Bennett. John Wayne. All men who remained vital and sexy, well into their seventies.

She smiled. And I have the sexiest and most vital of them all, she thought. She shivered.

The thought came unbidden:

Soon he's going to fuck me...

She drew herself up into a little ball of anticipation and shivered again, feeling her pussy still wet and glowing.

And I'll be naked, just like I am now, while he slides that big old dick in and out of me till he shoots. Mmmm.

I'm going to fuck him so sweet....

"Are you awake, Punkin?"

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Hello, Geoffie," she said. "I love you."

He stood at the door, still dressed in his jeans and muscle shirt. His weathered old face bore a smile that was somehow young.

"I love you too, Amy. More than my life."

She pulled the covers back and posed for him. "I'm yours, Geoff. I'm your toy. I'm your slave girl. I'll do anything you want."

He came to her and lifted her from the bed, then carried her to her room, kissing her twice on the way. She giggled and wriggled naked in his arms.

He placed her on her bed. "Put something on, slave," he rumbled with a grin. "Or I'm going to be the first man ever to die from terminal blue balls."

She smiled and lay back on her bed, pulling her knees up and wide open and showing him her wet, red, swollen and hairless pussy. She was as pink and naked as a baby. "So relieve them, Geoffie," she whispered. "Fuck me..."

He lay down beside her and kissed her, deeply, and slid a finger between her still-hot, still-slippery pussy lips, making her twist and shiver. Then he whispered, "Soon."

She whimpered as he sat up and then stood. "Come on, Punkin. You have to eat sometime. Me, too."

She laughed and got up, moving to her bureau. "What time is it, anyway? I'm hungry, too."

"Almost six."

"Oh. No wonder." She stepped into a pair of bikini panties and wriggled into a tight, cropped T-shirt. "There. That's all you get," she said. "And after dinner I'm going to dance for you..." Once again, she showed him a few sensuous belly-dancing moves, her bare feet moving on the carpet and her body writhing like a snake's - but only for a few electric seconds.

Geoff rolled his eyes. "You're going to kill me, girl." She giggled.

--- Over dinner - a simple tuna casserole, with Cokes and steamed broccoli on the side - they talked, finally, about where they were and what was happening.

"We can't tell anybody, Amy," said Geoff, his voice deep and soft. "You know that."

She nodded, sadly. "I know, Geoffie," she said. "But then, no one has to know."

He smiled. "Especially your parents. Frank would kill me. Ellie would help him hide the body."

She laughed ruefully. "I know. And it's not fair. Neither of us meant for this to happen. It just did."

He smiled and lifted an eyebrow. "Neither of us fought it very hard."

She put her small, white hand on his old, veined one. "How could we? It's so right, Geoff. You know it is."

He nodded, slowly, and put his other hand over hers. "Yes," he said.

Then: "But what's going to happen, Amy? This can't go on forever."

"What does?"

He let her hands go, stood up, walked to the refrigerator to get another Coke. He spoke without looking at her. "You know what I mean. I mean - I mean, I won't live forever."

"All the more reason to live every day we have," she said.

She rose and went to him, put her arms around his waist, and leaned her head on his strong, straight back. "Geoff, we have four years. What happens after that - well, let's see what happens then."

He turned. "But-"

She put her hand on his chest. "Geoff, when you did all that to the back yard, did you know Aunt Tina was dying?"

He blinked down at her. "Sure," he said. "I knew she didn't have long, but I wanted to make sure the time she had left-"

He stopped. She was smiling up at him and nodding.

He was lost in her eyes again, cool, hypnotic blue and warm, compelling brown. He shook his head, smiling, then gave a short, deep bark of laughter.

"You see, don't you?" she asked.

"Amy, this isn't right," he said.

She looked stricken. "But you said-"

"I don't mean us," he added quickly. "I mean this." He shrugged. "I'm the old guy. I'M the one who's supposed to be wise."

He grinned. "But you're one-fmblthmpth of my age," he said, running his hand over his mouth to garble the word and making her laugh. "And you're much wiser than me."

He hugged her. "You're right, Amy," he whispered. "I've never been so alive, so happy, so in love in my life. Let's hang on to it as long as we can."

She hugged him back. "We'll talk about it again when I graduate," she whispered. "Okay?"

"Okay."

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They slept together naked that night, but their fires were banked and quiet, smoldering. They held each other and kissed, cuddling, warm and close. Their beloved "Canon in D" played in the background as they rested in the shelter of each other's arms and hearts.

The time for the flames to rise again was coming, they knew.

But there was time. All the time in the world.