Caroline Ch. 03.02

Too soon I could feel that his orgasm was passing so I lowered my body with him still inside. We fell sideways onto the bed with my rosebud clutching his softening manhood. He loved to leave his penis in my rectum as it softened and I'd grown to like the feeling as well. We were laying in a spoon and he was gently kissing my neck and shoulders as he finally softened and was expelled from my still tight little hole.

I turned to face him, "Well," I said with a sultry smile, "do you like your present?"

He smiled back, "Oh yes, but I still prefer you naked," he said making me feel like a million dollars, "and," he added with a laugh, "it makes a great change."

"You've never taken me like that before, you know, standing up. Do you like that?"

"When you wear something like this, yes I do. As I said, it's a very old thing with me. As well as that for me you're a different you when you're wearing something like that. It's more 'fantastic' if you like."

I was a little worried, "So it wasn't 'me' you were making love to?" I said my voice showing my concern.

"Oh yes it was 'you'. It was just a different you," he said as if this explained everything.

"I still don't understand," I said puzzled, "what's different?"

He bent and kissed my lips, "Look, when you wear your tight jeans you are Caroline in tight jeans. It says something about you, the way you present yourself, how you want to be seen. When you wear a skirt, not often I'll admit, " he laughed, "you are a different Caroline because you're saying something different about yourself. Remember the first time we went out."

I did and I was surprised he did. Men weren't supposed to remember things like that. "Yes," I said, "I wore one of Jo's skirts."

"Why?"

"Oh I see, yes I see what you mean."

"Well, why did you wear a skirt then," he asked laughing.

"I wanted to take your mind of my bottom," I said looking up at him demurely, "but it didn't seem to work!"

He laughed completely relaxed, hugged me to him and whispered in my ear, "Ti amo, Caroliné."

My heart skipped several beats and the butterflies started to rumba in my stomach. I pulled away from him, sat up and looked him straight in the eye, "What did you say?" I said.

He looked a bit sheepish, "Nothing."

"Come on, what did you just say."

"It was nothing," he stumbled, "nothing, forget it"

I was getting angry now. I hadn't ever been angry with him before so it was a new feeling for me.

"You said 'ti amo' didn't you?" He nodded, "and that means 'I love you' doesn't it?" Again he nodded sheepishly.

"Did you mean it?" I asked, my heart and my life waiting on his answer.

He gave up, "Yes," said vehemently, "yes I meant it but I wish I hadn't said it."

I couldn't figure this out, I was really angry now but I couldn't help seeing the ridiculous side of it considering the way I was dressed and the fact that I had a bottom full of his cum, "Bloody hell, Mike, talk sense, you either do or you don't. This IS important."

"I know," he said. "Oh Caroline, YES I do love you but I didn't want you to know. Ssshh, don't interrupt. You're young. You should be looking for a husband, having kids, enjoying yourself not kicking around with some old washed up guy like me. Sometimes I feel as if I'm stealing your youth," he added looking very sad.

I hit him hard on the chest, he looked stunned.

"Listen you stupid man," I shouted at him as I continued to hit him in the chest after each word, "I .. know .. I'm .. young but I don't .. want .. a husband (well if I did he'd be you),.. I don't .. want kids and I am .. enjoying my youth .. with a wonderful man who .. makes .. me .. happy. The man I love."

He took hold of my arms and looked into my eyes, "Did you mean it?" he said.

"Mean what?" I replied still lost in my temper.

"That you love me?"

That stopped me in my tracks and my anger evaporated. I did say that didn't I and it was true. I knew it was true because I felt almost the same about him as I did about Joanna only stronger, different, but the same – oh it's so difficult to explain how I felt then. I loved her so I must love him. I looked at him. He looked like a little boy and my heart melted. I reached down and held him tight, "Yes," I said, "with all my heart."

He grabbed me, squeezed so tight I thought he would never let go and buried his face in my hair. After a few moments I realised he was crying. I loved him more than ever as I pulled away and looked at him. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing really," he said, "happy tears for now, sad tears for times past. I must have done something very good to deserve you, Caroliné, ti amo molto." I loved it when he spoke Italian. I sounds so much more 'right' than in English. We continued hugging each other for what seemed like ages, until I was suddenly conscious of what we had just finished doing so I kissed him and said, "I must go to the loo. Then let's shower together."

Later that afternoon we were in the lounge, he was sitting on the sofa and I was laying with my head on his lap. We were just talking and being together, sipping another one of Mike's really good wines. While we had been showering I had remembered something from a while ago.

"Mike?" I said, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything, fire away."

"What does 'amata' mean, you called me that ages ago, I've just remembered. Does it mean what I think it might mean?"

"Well, I don't know what you think it means, but it does mean 'beloved' and you were and are. I've loved you for ages you know, but I didn't want to say."

"Oh, I wish you had then I could have told you earlier. You needn't have worried you know, I think I've loved you for ages as well."

"We're silly really, aren't we, us humans? Talking is important isn't it?" he said sadly. "Look, I was worried you see, worried that you would shy away if I said things like that what with my age and all, so I didn't, I'm sorry. Am I forgiven?" he ended cuddling me.

"Yes, of course you're forgiven. We know now don't we, that's enough for me. I love you, you know that don't you and age doesn't matter. I won't tell you any more, understand," I ended mock sternly.

"Yes mistress," he said laughing, "and I love you too, and now I'm glad you know." And we kissed and cuddled for a while. Then it was time to put my plans into action. Nothing had changed, our declared love for each other made it even more important that my plans came to fruition.

"Mike?" I said, "it's Joanna's birthday next Wednesday. I'm cooking a 'posh' dinner for her, will you come as our guest? We'll be wearing pretty frocks and everything."

"I'd love to, if nothing else but to see YOU in a pretty frock. Is it 'formal' then?" he asked laughing.

I thought that would be nice, "We have got really nice dresses to wear so, yes, it's a little bit formal. (I didn't realise when I said this that he would come in a dinner suit!). We'll have candles and all that. I want it to be really nice for her," I said suddenly serious.

"Won't she feel that I'm intruding on your party," he asked concerned, "I wouldn't want to be a gooseberry and spoil her birthday celebrations."

"No, I asked her. She's looking forward to the chance of meeting you properly."

"I'm looking forward to meeting her," he said, "after what you've told me about her I'm sure she must be a bit special."

"Oh, she is." Then, seriously, "You know I love her too, don't you?"

"Yes," he said smiling down at me tenderly, "she's very lucky. So am I. I hope that she feels better after your chat" he said, concerned, "Wednesday should cheer her up. What time do you want me?"

"About 6:45," I said, "and I think she's beginning to get him out of her system. We always have a big birthday celebration, dinner, or go out or something, so she's looking forward to that."

And so our day ended. He drove me home about 7:00 and I spent the rest of the evening snacking and chatting with Jo about my day. I told her that he said he loved me and that I told him of my love for him. She didn't seem very surprised when I told her.

"You've been looking like a lovesick sheep for ages," she said. "I could see it, I just wondered when you both would." She smiled gently at me, "I'm very happy for you, for both of you. Are you still sure about the sharing? You know I won't mind if you change your mind."

"No, I haven't changed my mind, I love you both and I'll share you both. You both share me don't you? So what's wrong with it?"

"Oh, I love you Lena," she said coming over and kissing me.

"And I love you too," I said kissing her back. Then I told her all about our day. She was most interested when I told her the effect of the basque, I think that she was looking forward to wearing hers for him.

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