My Love

We stared at each other as the silence lengthened. I couldn't make sense of the storm of emotions that was raging in my head. I could see that it was a painful admission for her though. "Why am I telling you this, again?" A brief smile followed that comment. "Oh, right. Not figuring you out."

As she paused once more, I was shaken both by what she was telling me and by the evening sun hitting her face. Her eyes were just slightly wet, glistening in the golden hour light. She looked like a magical creature. "But after being with Alec, I could see... or at least guess, that you were angry with me. But even that wasn't clear."

We had never talked about this period. Ever. I took a breath and said "I didn't want you to see it."

"But I usually see such things regardless. And I would have liked to see it," she told me.

"Why?"

"Because I could have apologized." I was stunned. "I'm very sorry about that, my friend." Her eyes were brimming now and she held my hands very firmly. "It became clearer to me much later and I understood that I hurt you. And you were the only person I didn't want to hurt back then."

"But it was your life, you could have—"

She interrupted me. "I could have chosen someone who was not your friend!" She swore, her face completely red. "I was so messed up back then... I'm so sorry," as she apologized a tear slid down her cheek. "Some part of me knew the monster was a man I should have run from. I was looking for convoluted ways to rationalize staying with him and I ended up utterly confused, my feelings all jumbled up." Another tear.

I pulled her into my arms. Those few months had indeed been painful for me, but twenty years later, the warmth I felt as she apologized seemed to make up for it. I was glad to see that she wasn't really crying. Just a couple of tears that overflowed. Against my chest, she was now calm as she repeated that she was sorry. "Shhh," I said. "It's alright. I accept your apology. To make up for it, I want you to promise me one thing."

"What?" she asked as she pulled away from me to look into my eyes.

"Don't ever feel ashamed of what you are with me. That means what you did or think or feel, but also..." I then added, a half-smile on my lips "of your body when I invite you to a hot tub."

Milla giggled and nodded. And took the deep breath that she had clearly needed. "Alright,"she said. As she smiled, she added "Ok then..." She then pushed the two strings of her dress off of her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor silently and in a second Milla was standing naked next to me. For the first time in years.

Unable to resist, I let my eyes scan her body from head to toe. She was pretty much as I remembered her. Slim, delicate and nevertheless oh so sexy. Right in front of me, shaking her head, Milla said "You know you're not supposed to look at women this way in nudist situations!"

A few seconds later, when my eyes met hers once more, I whispered "You're absolutely gorgeous, dear friend."

Now she was laughing again as she said "You know you're not supposed to say such things in nudist situations!"

"I know." She had, in fact, initiated me to the peculiar etiquette of nudism. Yet I placed my hands on her shoulders again, an even more intimate act, now that she was naked. I repeated "You're absolutely gorgeous." I was staring right into her eyes and saw that she was blushing. But the good kind of blushing this time. "I don't care about nudist etiquette with you," I added. "My best friend is still as amazingly beautiful and sexy as she was when I met her, and I'm confident enough to compliment her. Do you mind?"

"Certainly not!" she answered, suddenly giggling as she pushed me out of the way before entering the tub.

A few minutes later we were both in the hot water, the bubbly jets doing their magic on our bodies. Because the water wasn't too hot, we remained there for a couple of hours, taking brief dips in the pool to cool down. During every trip between the tub and the pool my eyes were devouring her body. Milla was perfectly aware that I was doing it and didn't seem to mind at all.

As the last light of the sun finally disappeared the few soft solar lights I had installed turned on. It changed the mood, especially with the heavy clouds coming back. Earlier that evening we had seen lightning at the horizon, but so far we had been lucky. There wasn't any thunder now, but it became clear that there would soon be rain.

After a few minutes in easy silence, I looked at Milla and asked "So how many men in your gaggle these days?"

"Shut up!" she cried, grinning as she splashed water at me. "I don't have a gaggle anymore!"

"Oh come on!" I felt mischievous and wanted to tease her. "I can now confirm that you're as beautiful as you were, sexy as you were—"

"Yes, I've noticed that you really made sure to check and confirm all evening long!" she interrupted me, putting a funny emphasis on the word confirm.

I cleared my throat before continuing "As I was saying, beautiful," I counted by touching my index finger. "Sexy, undeniably," I touched my middle finger. "A professor with loads of money!" Milla snorted as I touched my ringless ring-finger. "And finally the killer combo, blonde with blue eyes!" I finished, touching my pinky and thumb. "And so I ask again. How many men in your gaggle these days, my dear?"

Milla was frowning, but her slight smile gave her away. But suddenly her eyes opened wider as if she had figured something out. "Whew!" she said, theatrically wiping her brow with her hand. "For a moment there I thought that you would call me my love!"

My own eyes suddenly opened wider, in surprise. I laughed out loud before saying "Oh, you damned tease!"

"Tease?" she cried, laughing. "You were the tease!"

"Pffff!" I breathed, unsure of what she meant by that. "You're the one who's walking around like a damned water nymph, oozing beauty in my backyard."

Milla laughed and shoved water at my face. We splashed each other like little children for a while, before settling down into another comfortable silence. As I looked at her now, her head resting with her eyes closed and a small smile still on her lips, I almost told her how beautiful she was. Again. I don't know how many times I did since she arrived.

Milla opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me. As she did, the hot tub pumps stopped, their 20 minutes cycle over. In the deep silence, we stared at each other. With bright smiles at first, then, as they faded, just raw intensity. I became gradually more and more nervous as we just stared at each other. At one point Milla licked her lips and whispered "Would you be willing to call me "my love" now?"

I was surprised that she would be teasing me again, but I replied, lightly "It would be my pleasure."

But then I see her expression change and I understand that it meant more. A lot more. And she wasn't teasing. She was nervous. My mouth opened slightly but I couldn't talk. Once again my heart was racing even as my head wasn't able to fully understand what she had meant. I sat straighter, my eyes still locked onto hers. I was so nervous that I would only learn later that she was trembling as much as I was. "What..." I began, fumbling with words. "Are you... Do you mean..."

As I was just beginning to get some control over my speech, the rain began to fall. A few heavy drops dropping like bombs in the water. And then, a few seconds later, it turned into a torrent of rain. Despite the loaded moment, we both began laughing at this legitimate assault of water. Breathing fast, Milla looked at me and said "Come with me, let's dance in the rain!" And with that she climbed out and ran deeper in the backyard, close to a light.

As I walked to join her, my heart was racing. With the pouring rain falling on her, her drenched blond locks twisting and twirling as she danced, she now truly looked like a magical creature. Before reaching her I whispered, too low for her to hear, "You're gorgeous, my love." I was now standing next to her, but I was too nervous to want to dance. I grabbed her hands in mine and she stood still.

There were large drops of water constantly hitting her face as we looked at each other. "You were not teasing, were you?" I asked her. She simple shook her head. "You want me to..." this time she nodded, her hands gripping mine very tightly. "Milla..." I breathed softly. "My love." And then we kissed. For the first time. The contrast of her hot body and cool rain was heady, but soon all of that vanished as I abandoned myself in a kiss I've been wanting to have for twenty years.

I felt her entire body pressed against mine, as if we wanted nothing more than to just meld together. But we did want something more. Trying to make up for twenty years of waiting, the first hesitant steps of our kiss turned into a full run, into the deep connection that I had been yearning for. Her breasts were squashed against my chest as my cock came to life between our legs.

When I reached lower on her back and cupped her small ass in my opened hands, pulling her hard against me, we both moaned through our kiss. I flexed the muscles of my hardening cock and felt it burrow deeper against her pussy. We kept kissing through this intense hug, her breasts and my cock pressed against the other's body.

At one point Milla slipped her arms above my shoulders, opening her body to me even more. She then wrapped those arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms. When her legs wrapped around my waist, I felt her pussy opening up to me. The pussy I had dreamed about so often. A few seconds of twisting and finding the correct angle later and my cock finally slipped inside her. Easily. Without any sort of resistance at all. When her pussy stretched around the thick base of my cock, her clit pressed against the firm skin over my pubic bone, she squeezed her entire body tightly around me. "Finally..." I breathed.

"Yes!" she cried into my ear. "You were not the only one fantasizing about this..." she said, gasping as I flexed my cock inside her.

"What?" I asked, too daze to really understand.

"Bad timing, my love... Bad timing," she whispered before lifting herself up and slightly away from me.

When she let herself fall back down, we both cried out as I filled once again. Talking time was over. The last thing she whispered was "Take me..." Without even thinking about it, I walked us over to the fence and pushed her hard against it. I shifted my grip on her body, sliding my hands fully onto her round ass and began to fuck her. Years of daydreams, fantasies and hopes flooded through my mind as I slowly began to accept that I was, truly, finally, fucking Milla. And not just because of a drunken mistake on her part or a friends with benefits thing. Oh no. She had asked me to call her "my love".

And now she was wrapped around me, her head buried against my neck, kissing me as she moaned. I felt her heels pressing hard against my ass with each of my strokes, pulling me harder into her. "Gods!" she suddenly moaned, breathless. "I wish I had felt that way for you all those years ago... So many years wasted with—"

"Shhhh..." I interrupted her. I stopped moving inside her and just held her tight for a moment. "Later, my love. We'll have more than enough time to talk about all of this. Right now all I want to do is call you "my love", want to tell you that I love you, want to hold you in my arms and fuck you until you scream your climax!"

My voice had turned hoarse with lust as I finished and she squeezed herself even harder around me. "It won't take long, love..." she said. Grinning against the side of her head, I whispered "If you let me go just a bit, I'll make it worth your while..." She giggled and released her arms slightly. And, like a greyhound around a track I abandoned myself to my lust. And it seemed to do the trick. Some women liked it soft and slow, others only cared about a constant rhythm, other couldn't climax without having a tongue or fingers on their clit. And some women just wanted raw intensity. I was beginning to discover that Milla was one such woman.

Her body arched against mine as I began fucking her again. Her head tilted back, the heavy rain fell on her beautiful face as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Just below, her breasts bounced in sync with my thrusts, her drenched nipples tracing crazy circles. I walked back more and more, holding her weight with my arms as I watched, transfixed, as she climaxed.

By the time her first scream tore through the night, only her shoulders and head were touching the fence. She suddenly pulled one of her legs from around my waist and I quickly understood. Soon after that, the back of her thighs were pressed against my belly and her ankles were hooked over my shoulders. This low angle allowed me to pummel her as hard as I could. I was afraid of hurting her, but Milla kept moaning and screaming louder and louder. My eyes opened wide as I began to see traces of vapor coming from her body.

Eventually she froze, her back arched hard against me and the fence, and she slowly twisted sideways. Her body was contorted by all the pleasure as her climax rocked her from head to toe. She eventually cried one last time before jumping off of me in a great spasm. She was now standing in front of me. Her legs were trembling and she had to hold my arms to remain standing, but her eyes were bright with love and lust. We were both breathing hard as we stared into each other's eyes.

Soon she looked down and a half-smile appeared on her lips. "So that's the amazing cock that so quickly gave me this orgasm..." Looking up, she added "It's my turn now." And with that, she knelt in front of me and grabbed my cock in one of her fists. For a few minutes, her kisses, licks, teases and all her gentle rubbing was driving me crazy. But when she opened her mouth and took me into her mouth, I was just about ready to die. Looking down at the woman who had haunted me for so many years, my mind was still reeling. Her hair was plastered onto her head and the light was harsh on her wet body, but she looked like the most beautiful creature that has ever existed.

And she was a goddess around my cock. Oh my Gods! I have been with a few gifted girls and women in my life, but this... This was just impossible! I had already been on the verge of climaxing earlier, so I knew I was not going to last long. "Milla..." I grunted. She simply mumbled something I could understand and kept working on me just as hard as I worked on her a few minutes ago.

She was creating a symphony of suction, licking and kissing, she played with her lips as well as the back of her mouth, she even used her teeth a few times to bring me back from the brink, she often looked up into my eyes and she managed to smile as she did all that... When it came, I was briefly afraid of the intensity of my climax. I placed one of my hands on the fence and the other on her head, and soon it was my own legs that were shaking. I felt the boiling of my sperm, its rush through my cock until it sprayed deep inside her mouth. She never slowed down or hesitated. Instead, Milla kept working her magic as I came and came inside her magical mouth. I felt her swallowing a first load, then a second and a third.

When it became too much, I pulled out of her mouth and saw my cock twitching in the cool air. Milla was still kneeling in front of me, looking up with a grin. I saw her licking her lips and swallowing one last time as she stared into my eyes. She then slowly stood up again. I was breathing hard, shaken by my climax, and she pulled me into her arms again. Less than ten breaths later, she suddenly said "Race you to your pool!" before breaking into a run.

Stunned, I laughed and soon I was running after her. The last thing I wanted to do was to jump into the cold pool, but there was no way I was not about to follow her. I watched her vault over the side of the pool and splash in. Instead of doing the same, I ran up the steps to the deck. Without stopping, I jumped into the pool as high as I could before pulling my knees against my body to create a massive splash. By the time I emerged from the water, shaking my head and crying out because of the cold, Milla was laughing, making her way towards me.

When she felt my deflated cock against her belly, she said "Oh... already gone?"

"Well, yes... After such an amazing... er..." I began.

"Blowjob?" she asked me, her eyebrows raised high. "Don't worry about it..." she laughed again. "We'll have it back up soon enough."

With that, she kissed me again. We had gone from the cool rain, to a couple of hot climaxes, and we were now kissing in the very cold water. It was absolutely exhilarating. I had no idea where this was going to lead in the long term, but I was all in.

In the shot term, it had led us to my bed. I was now looking up through her thin blonde bush as I feasted on her pussy. I did my best to return the favor of her wonderful blowjob. So far it seemed to be working. Milla had already climaxed once all over my face. Grinning and panting, she had asked me if I was willing to continue. Laughing, I had kissed her pussy and went back to work.

Most of my face was now covered with her juices as I lapped it all up. For the first time in my life, I was now eating a pussy that actually tasted good to me. I had both my hands under her legs, right at the edge of her ass, and I guided her, forcing her to alternately close and open her thighs. When she clamped those soft thighs around my head for a second time, I knew she was about to climax.

This time, she arched even higher than the first time and my head followed her body far off the mattress. She cried my name ten times in a row as her voice got progressively hoarser. Eventually she opened her thighs and fell back down to the bed, her legs quivering. Kneeling on the bed I watched her, in awe of all that revealed beauty. The beauty of her body, of course, but also of that ultimate surrender, of that utter vulnerability. She had allowed herself to go far into that climax... I was profoundly grateful to see how at ease she seemed. She was shaking and moaning in a bed she had never been in, letting me see her even more naked than her mere lack of clothing.

I was now standing at the foot of the bed, watching Milla as she stared right back at me. Her smile took my breath away. But I could see in her eyes that she wasn't done with me. Thankfully, given my cock's painful hardness. Without a word she turned on her stomach. I watched, with a hunger that had yet to be sated, her pert little ass on my bed. I growled as I licked some of her juices off my face. "Like what you see?" she asked, not even turning to look at me. I did. She had an amazing ass. The way all the curves on her legs harmoniously fitted together... The small ones from her calves, those of her thighs and the two more pronounced ones from her buttocks... I just grunted. Milla said "Well then, come and fuck me, my love..."

It was already obvious that those two little words were going to stick. I climbed on the bed, walked on all fours above her, kissing and licking my way up her thin legs. When I paused for a long time over her ass, kissing closer and closer towards the deep cleft, I wondered how she'd react if I were to bury my face in there. From behind. Another time. Tomorrow maybe?

I reluctantly moved away from her ass and upwards again until my cock touched the sweet apple line of her left buttock. I shifted slightly to my right and the tip of my cock found the hot wetness of her pussy. Once again. I found her opening and slid all the way in, crushing her buttocks to go as deep as I could. "Gods!" she breathed as we both felt my cock reaching her cervix. I slid one of my hands under her body and cupped her breast. With my other hand I gathered her long blonde hair into my fist and pulled slightly.