Canon Ch. 05

It couldn't be what I thought of at the concert - could it? she thought.

"Amy," he began, "you know I'm old-school..."

"Really," she said dryly, lifting an eyebrow. "I'd never have guessed..."

He chuckled at that, and went on. "I believe in honor and integrity," he said. "Honesty. Everything out front. I don't like hiding things."

It is, she thought. He wants that too. She smiled.

"Yes, Geoff," she said. "I will."

He blinked at her. "You will what?"

"Marry you."

He gaped at her. "I want your name, Geoff," she said softly. "I want to be your wife. I don't want to hide this or be ashamed of it. I want to tell the world that I'm yours and you're mine."

He blinked at her again, and began to smile. "You've been thinking about this too," he said.

She nodded. "But at the concert, I decided it was something I could never have."

He held her close and kissed her neck, and she hugged his. "I prayed you would want that," he said. Then, "It's funny, Punkin. I never prayed before. But now that you're here - I pray all the time."

"What else do you pray for, Geoffie?" I'll make it come true if I can, she thought.

He smiled at the strangely contrasting eyes, big behind her glasses, that looked up at him. "Mostly, I give thanks, Amy," he rumbled quietly. "I thank God for making you - and for giving you to me."

She snuggled against him. "I thank Him for that too, Geoffie. And that you love me so much." She giggled. "And even that I can turn you on so much and get you so hard."

He squeezed her. "I love you, naked slave girl," he whispered.

She giggled. "I love you, my master." Then she looked at him with her amazing eyes - one sweet and pure, one smoky and knowing - and added, "My hero."

They gazed at each other for some indeterminable time, the old face and the young, and felt no need to speak. They were one on this, as well.

Then: "What are we going to do, Amy? There's only one problem I can think of."

"My mom and dad."

He smiled. "That's two."

She looked at him curiously. "You think Mom will be okay with it?" He nodded, slowly. "Why?"

He smiled and shook his head. "That's between Ellie and me," he said.

She stared at him, shocked. "Geoff! You didn't-"

He waved a hand, shaking his head. "Of course not. But there's a reason she might understand, Amy. Don't ask me to break her confidence."

Amy looked at him, then nodded. She knew that that was something he would never do - and that that iron integrity was one reason she loved him so, and trusted him.

"So what do we do?"

He shrugged. "I only know one way to go, Amy. Straight ahead. You get ready, and then you charge up the hill."

She looked at him. "I guess you're right. We have to go and tell them."

He smiled. "Not 'ask'?"

She shook her head. "No, Geoff. I'm an adult. This is how it's going to be. If they never speak to us again-"

He voice caught, and her eyes filled. "-that would be terrible. But I belong to you now."

They embraced, and held each other warmly. They felt the same; certain, at peace, somehow confident and secure.

And relieved. Both of them were honest by nature, and in spite of the way they had joked about concealing their love, they felt better knowing they would no longer have to.

Amy snuggled into his arms. "Christmas break is coming up," said Amy.

"Do we want to wait that long?"

"I guess not," she said thoughtfully, her head on his chest.

He stroked her smooth back, petting her, comforting her. He knew this would be harder for her than for him. "I'm not saying we shouldn't, Punkin. They're your parents. It's your decision."

After a moment, she said, "Well, tomorrow is Saturday. I wanted to play naked slave girl, but I guess that can wait till next week."

"Mmm. I'm going to miss that too," he said. "Maybe we should wait a day and go on Sunday. That might be better anyway. We can prepare ourselves." He stroked her smooth back. "Remember, I said, 'You get ready - and THEN you charge up the hill.'" He felt her nod.

"Yeah. I need a little time to build up my courage," she said. "I've never told my parents how it's going to be before. But I know I can do it - for you."

Then he said, "There are some other things we need to talk about, too."

She leaned back and looked up at him. "What?"

He smiled. "Like setting a date. Why don't we do it over the break?"

She gasped, then smiled happily. Then she looked at him oddly.

"What?"

"It just dawned on me, Geoff."

"What did?"

She smiled at him impishly. "Well, I gave you an answer - but the fact is, you haven't asked me yet."

"Oh." He grinned. "Well, let's fix that right now." The old man lifted her from his lap and set her on the couch, then knelt at her feet as she giggled.

"Amy Madigan," he said in his deep voice, "Will you marry me?"

She sat there, naked but for her glasses, yet somehow demure; bare knees and feet together, hands folded modestly in her lap. She looked down at him, smiling, but solemn.

"Yes, Geoffrey," she said quietly. "I will."

As he carried her to their bed, she giggled.

He looked down at her with an affectionate smile. "Now what, Punkin?"

"I was just wondering if we should write our own vows."

After a beat, he laughed out loud.. "Let me guess..."

She smiled up at him. "Wouldn't it be fun? 'Do you promise to tie her up and fuck her till she cries and cover her face with your cum, as long as you both shall live?'"

He grinned as he laid her on the bed with his usual gentleness. "'Will you keep your pussy shaved and go naked for days and belly dance till he squirts, till death do you p..."

He faltered, and she looked up at him, her face filled with love. "Never mind that part, Geoffie," she whispered. "And the answer would be, 'I will.'"

Then she looked at him slyly. "Anyway, you forgot 'Do you promise to be his warm wet pussy and barefoot fucking toy forever?'"

The leathery old face grinned. "Watch out. You might get another one before you go to sleep."

She laughed and flipped over, offering him her bare bottom with her knees spread wide and her face in the blankets. She rolled her hips up at him, and her tender, hairless young pussy flared open, pink and wet and inviting.

"I'm your bitch, Geoffie," she said softly, and began to roll her hips rhythmically. "Woof, woof..."

"A bitch in heat," he murmured as he slid his boxers to the floor.

"Mmm-hmm..." she breathed.

Then: "Oh! Oh, yes... Yessss..."

Geoff slid his bare, steel-hard dick in and out of her lovely, welcoming vagina, holding her sweet hips and pumping her deeply and slowly.

"Marry me, Amy... Be my wife... Be mine forever..."

She cocked her ass back at him and opened herself as wide as she could, eyes closed in ecstasy as she subtly moved and squeezed her wet, slippery tube around and around on his sweetly plunging cock. "Oh, yes, Geoff... I'm yours... I'm your soul mate... Your slave girl... Your barefoot whore... Anything you want... Forever... Oh, fuck me, Geoff, fuck me deep..."

Amy loved it from behind. Geoff preferred to look into her disturbing, confusing eyes as he fucked her, but he knew she loved this; so he contented himself with the sight of her perfect bottom and her pretty bare back and legs and bare feet, caressing them all lovingly as he fucked her. As always, he savored the feel of her most secret and intimate part as she worked it on his swollen, sensitive dick, scarcely believing she was real and really loved him. So sweet and devoted, so lovely and naked and perfect...

He felt his cock growing even harder, and so did she. "Ooo... Ooo, Geoffie... It's so big...."

The old man crouched and fucked her from beneath as the young girl rolled her bare ass upward, both of them working to saw his bone across her hard little clit as he scrubbed out her pussy channel with his dickhead. She was so wet and hot...

"Oh, Geoffie... I'm gonna cum... I'm g-gonna cum all over your d-dick... Oh... Oh, fuck me harder..."

It never took Amy long when he fucked her doggy-style. He grunted and began to slam into her ass hard, brutally, ramming it home as she clawed at the sheets and whimpered. "I'm your fucking slave, Geoff... I'm your sloppy, juicy hole... Oh, God, fuck me harder... I'm so naked for you..."

He felt her shudder and slip over the edge, and he growled in the coarse animal way that he knew drove her to deeper and more helpless orgasm - and then he threw himself over with her, fucking her fast and hard as he let go and began to shoot inside her.

Amy shook and jerked and whined as she came on his spurting cock, cumming even harder as she felt her hole grow suddenly slick and sloppy with his gushing sperm. "Oh, Geoffie... I love your cum..."

Geoff felt the tears spring to his eyes as he watched the delicate young goddess that was the love of his long life struggling in her naked climax, impaled on his bursting cock and adoring it. She was, impossibly, his, and he jetted his sperm into her heart as he trembled in gratitude and wonder.

Geoff had fucked her every day for months, and every time was still as fresh and amazing and shattering as the first. He closed his leaking eyes and pounded her deep, squirting the last of his load all over her hidden, secret cervix, deep in her young belly, and he sobbed with joy and soul-wrenching pleasure at knowing she somehow felt the same.

When they slowed and stopped, he fell to his knees and kissed her pretty feet. Her pussy was dripping with his cum, and his heart swelled with devotion and wonder at the sight as he moistened her pink soles with his grateful tears.

She twisted round and offered him a small, perfect hand, and he took it and crawled in bed with her.

"Amy," he choked out, "I'm the luckiest man who ever was." She held him close and kissed his wet cheeks tenderly.

"I'll be here forever, my love," she whispered shakily, still trembling from her own soul-deep orgasm. "I'm the lucky one. I never knew that love could be this sweet."

They clung to each other, their hearts overflowing with emotion. "Thank you," they whispered together - then kissed each other with quiet passion.

Geoff wiped his eyes. "Dammit," he said.

"What is it?" she asked with a smile. She knew.

"I've cried more in the last few weeks than I ever have in my life," he rumbled. "I never used to cry at all. Now it's always right below the surface." He wiped his eyes again.

"You still don't cry when it hurts, do you?" she asked.

He looked at her strangely and shook his head. Then he smiled.

"Hurt?" he asked. "What's that?" Then he laughed and kissed her. "Thank you, Amy. You have this way of making everything simple."

She smiled up at him. "Sometimes it is simple, Geoffie," she whispered.

He gazed into her eyes and spoke as he thought, thinking as he did so how wonderful it was to trust someone so completely he didn't have to measure his words.

"I've never cried this much," he said, "because I've never been this happy." He kissed her again. "I didn't know it was possible."

"Neither did I," she said. She snuggled into his arms. "Hold me, Geoffie. I want to dream about being... Mrs. Geoffrey Rider." She shivered. "Ooo. I can't wait."

He squeezed her and chuckled. "Well... We didn't wait, Punkin."

She giggled into his warm, familiar chest. "So we got things a little out of order. So what? I was born too late, too. We had to make up for lost time."

"I think you were born at the perfect time, sweetheart." He kissed her hair, and she sighed and relaxed in his arms.

"Me too," she whispered. "Cuddle me, old guy."

And he did.

---

The next day was given over to talk and play. Amy woke up naked and stayed that way; Geoff wanted to do the same, but she insisted that he get dressed.

"It makes me feel, well, nakeder, when you're wearing clothes and I'm not, Geoffie," she said. "I feel more exposed and self-conscious. You know that."

He smiled. "Okay, Punkin. I like that too. For you, I'll get dressed." He went off to his room, and Amy went to the kitchen, stroking her belly and sides, enjoying being nude. I do love the weekends, she thought...

A short time later, as she was frying eggs - carefully, standing well back from the sputtering pan - she heard a strange clumping sound, and turned to see Geoff entering the room. The pretty, nude teen doubled over in laughter as his muffled voice said, "How's this?"

He was wearing hip boots under a parka with a scuba mask and a muffler. He waved a mittened hand and blurrily asked, "How naked do you feel now?"

Amy was laughing so hard she almost burned the eggs. She finally managed to gasp, "Th-that's - the dumbest - the dumbest thing - I've ever s-seen in my l-life," and then she was off in gales of laughter again. Geoff clumped back to his bedroom, chuckling, and returned in a few minutes in camo shorts and a T-shirt. He found bacon and eggs waiting at his place at the table, and a naked girl pouring his coffee and still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. She looked at him and began laughing again.

The old man grinned. "I thought we'd start the day with a giggle," he said. "Didn't know I was going to get hysteria."

She kissed his shiny head and said, "I love you, funny man. Want some toast?"

"Sure." She popped a couple of slices into the toaster and sat down beside him.

He smiled at her, his eyes traveling up and down her pale, bare body. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love seeing you in your nothing, Punkin?"

She laughed. "Only about a thousand times," she said.

He brushed a puffy pink nipple with his knotty old hand. "Well, that's not enough," he said.

She leaned toward him, and they kissed - a kiss that went on longer than either intended. When their lips parted, they gazed into each other's eyes, until Amy whispered, "Geoffie?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Your eggs are getting cold."

Geoff looked down and grinned. He reached down, stroked her smooth pussy mound, then waved his hand over his plate. "There," he said. "Now they're all heated up again."

She laughed, kissed his fingers, and started on her own eggs. "Mmm. Salt," she said, and reached for the shaker. "You made me laugh so hard I forgot."

They ate in silence for a few minutes. "You know, this isn't going to be easy, Punkin," said Geoff.

She looked at the old man placidly. "I know, Geoffie. People will look at us funny."

"They're going to think I'm your grandfather."

She smirked. "And it's going to be so much fun to tell them you're fucking me."

He laughed. "You aren't going to say that."

"If they're rude I will," she said firmly. "Just watch me. Either that or I'll tell them I'm your naked fucking slave and I love it when you cum on my face every night."

Geoff was choking on his eggs. "I'd pay to see that," he finally managed to gasp out.

"I'll do it," said the nude young beauty. "Count on it. If anybody makes fun of us, I'm going to make them eat their hearts out."

He smiled. "I think they will," he said. "Especially the men. They're going to hate me."

She giggled. "Geoffie, when we're married, I'm going to show you off to the women and you can show me off to the men. We can make EVERYBODY hate us."

He looked at her skeptically. "Do I look like Tom Cruise to you?" he asked.

She told him about the old lady at the concert, and went on: "You're the most attractive man I've ever met, Geoff," she said. "I didn't fall for you just because you rocked me to sleep when I was a baby."

"But-"

"You keep saying how lucky and grateful and all that you are and how you can't believe I'm yours. Well, you know what, Geoff? There's not a woman in the world that wouldn't trade places with me. You're the best and strongest and sweetest man I've ever even heard of. You're wise and considerate and - and so devoted and caring - and you're the most fantastic and fun lover - and - and - and you're a fucking HERO, for real - and you're humble - and - and - I can't believe you're mine, Geoffie," she finished.

Tears stood in her eyes. "I'm the lucky one," she said. "I'm just some girl. I don't deserve a man like you."

He stared at the naked, beautiful, and unique young woman who had just told him this, and could find no words.

Except three. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too. And I don't care if people think you're a dirty old man and I'm a stupid, naive infant. We know what we have. Fuck 'em."

He grinned. "That's my girl." Then she smiled. "Besides - you ARE a dirty old man. And I love it."

He smiled, and his eyes traveled over her bare body as they always did. "I love you naked," he said. "I love it that I get to stare at you all I want."

She giggled. "And jack off to me when you want to."

He rolled his eyes. "That too," he said. "OH, yeah..."

She smirked at him as she went to get the toast. "I have a treat for you later, then," she said.

"Tell me what it is?"

She shook her head. "It's a surprise," she said smugly. "Here's your toast."

As they ate, out of the blue and to Amy's surprise, Geoff began to talk about money and to acquaint Amy with his financial situation.

She knew he was relatively wealthy, but he turned out to be much better off than she had suspected; his net worth was in eight figures. She was listening closely, but when he began to get into the details of his investments, she asked, "Geoff, why are you telling me all this?"

He looked at the naked young woman frankly. "Several reasons," he said. "First, you're going to be my wife, Amy, and you need to know this stuff. Second, you're going to inherit my estate someday. Third, you can quit school if you want to."

She blinked. "I-I never even thought of that. Any of it."

He went on: "Either way, your parents aren't going to have to pay for your school. If you decide to stay with it, I will." He took a sip of his coffee. "That's going to help them, too. Your dad can put all that money into his own retirement."

She looked at him in wonder. "I never thought of that either."

He grinned. "What? You thought they'd just keep putting you through school after you got married to me?"

She blushed a little. "All I've been thinking about is being your wife, Geoff."

They were finished with breakfast, and she got up to clear the dishes. As Geoff gazed at her sweet bare bottom, he reflected that he would never, ever get used to seeing her nude. He smiled.

"So what's my surprise?" he asked.

---

Geoff was seated on the couch in the living room, his shorts and boxers on the floor and his hand idly stroking his half-hard cock. Amy was going to pose and dance for him, he knew that much; the bearskin rug was rolled up out of the way to give her a clear space to perform for him. She often began by wearing some sort of provocative costume, and he assumed she was in her bedroom preparing just that. What other surprise she had in store for him, he couldn't imagine.

He smiled wryly, and his cock began to swell as he thought about it.

She could just fucking STAND there and I'd shoot my wad to her, he thought. Especially in that teeny G-string and those tasseled pasties...

He knew how she loved watching him jack off to her - and he had grown to love it too. What a luxury, he thought. Just being free to stare at her and play with himself.... To enjoy the sight of her beautiful body and see how she loved to tease him...

He heard her sweet voice from behind him. "I have a new costume for you, Geoffie," she trilled in a childish singsong. "Are you reeeaady?"

His cock was rising like a snake about to strike. "Yuh," he grunted, flipping it up and down with his hand, getting it ready.

He heard her girlish giggle, his favorite sound in the world; and then she skipped - literally skipped - into the room in front of him.