Living Again Ch. 03

"I was hoping the same thing."

My heart soared as I stood there quietly in her embrace. At that moment I felt so intensely loved and protected by her. It was an overpowering feeling that swept away the grief and depression that had stalked me for so long.

I turned and faced her. She took my face into her hands, tenderly kissing away my tears. I was crying and sobbing.

"Oh, I'm so glad. I didn't know what to say." I choked.

"Shhhh, shhh," she whispered. We stood at the sink embracing while the sun's last rays reflected on us. Gently, we kissed. Our kiss started slowly, building in intensity until we were both afire. At one point, we became so engrossed, that one of us forgot to stand upright, and we almost fell on the floor.

We looked at each other, the tension broken and smiled. Slowly, I took her hand and led her to my room.

Quickly, I helped her out her dress and we fell on the bed together. She was so attractive I was losing myself in her. I wanted to spend the whole night caressing her; holding her and loving her. Slowly, and gently we caressed each other while kissing. I made my way down her body, gently leaving a trail of small kisses down her beautiful skin. I lingered at the places where I love to be kissed: behind her ears, at the nape of her neck, in the hollow of her neck above her collar bone. While I was kissing her, my hands roamed up and down her lovely body, massaging and kneading her flesh. When I got to her chest, I slowly took off her beautiful lacy bra. As pretty as it was, it was nothing compared to her breasts. They were large and still shapely with beautiful pink nipples. Desperately, I sucked one nipple and then the other in my mouth.

Low moans were coming from Angela, and when I started sucking on her breasts, those moans increased in intensity. She grabbed the base of my neck, twining her fingers in the hair and pulled my face closer to her, urging me on, begging me to devour her.

Deliberately, I traced my tongue around her firm flat stomach and then licked and sucked her navel. While I was doing this, my right hand was lazily tracing the borders of her panties. At last, I worked my way down to my prize. Arching her back, she helped me pull her panties off. Her bush was neatly trimmed, and lovely. The deep black of her hair contrasted with her milky white skin, and the red and pink hues of her pussy.

Her scent was marvelous and exhilarating, a tangled mixture of woman, body powder, and perfume. I inhaled it deeply, letting the aroma of her excitement wash over me, heightening my own arousal. Delicately, I explored her with my tongue lightly opening the folds of her labia before licking her strongly with deep broad strokes. I alternated the pace, at first strong and vigorous, then delicate and feather light. After I brought her to the edge of an orgasm several times, she could no longer take it and she began pleading with me, urging me to make her cum.

"Please honey. Please make me cum. Oh. Please!"

With increasing urgency I focused my attention on her clit. Soon, the room was filled with her cries.

"Oh, my! Oh, I'm cumming. That's so good. Oh, OH!" As her first orgasm subsided, I inserted my index finger into her and started stroking it in and out. At the same time, I renewed my attention on her clit. In no time, she was rocked again by a powerful orgasm. After cumming several more times, she finally pushed my face away from her.

My whole body was now hyper-aware. I could feel every fiber of the sheets against my skin, every soft breeze from the open window. Quickly, I took off my bra and panties positioned my pussy against her and slowly started rocking. Grinding our pussies against each other. As I did this, Angela started caressing and kneading my breasts. Then grasping my butt and pulling me faster and more urgently against her.

As I felt my orgasm building, Angela drew me down to her face, kissing me, pressing her self against me.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you too." I moaned. The emotional and physical intensity of our coupling was the most powerful thing I had experienced. It started like a small brook, simply and easily flowing, becoming stronger, and turning into a powerful storm swollen creek, merging into a torrential raging river, resounding and crashing against the walls of a deep and narrow canyon, washing away everything in its path and leaving nothing behind.

Exhausted and spent we fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, when we woke up, we resumed our love making. The ease and comfort we felt with each other was wonderful. I wasn't just making love to a wonderful, beautiful woman; I was making love to a friend. Someone who loved and cared about me.

As we lay in each other's arms, I saw a reflection and heard my daughter's car pull in. Excusing myself, I put on a house coat and went down to talk to her. I found her seated on her bed, looking pensive and more than a little worried.

"Thank you for last night dear" I said, "I appreciate your arranging for Angela and I to be alone. I'm not sure I would have had the courage without your help. We had the most - spectacular evening." I grinned.

"Umm. I don't understand. What do you mean?" my daughter asked nervously.

"I noticed that even though you set the table for three, you only cooked two chicken breasts for the meal."

That night was 6 years ago. Angela and I are together now and very much in love. It hasn't always been easy. My sons were a little floored when both my daughter and I came out of the closet at the same time, but they managed to cope. My daughter and Jeannie are also together. They both finished college and went to medical school together. My daughter became an orthopedic surgeon and Jeannie became a cosmetic surgeon. This summer they're taking a trip together to perform reconstructive surgery on children with birth defects. That summer taught me how precious and fragile life is, but how wonderful love makes it.