Vanessa's Choice

They arrived at the island about seven. Aaron dropped anchors fore and aft. Vanessa asked, "Why two anchors?"

"The tide's always either flooding or ebbing, and there's the current, too. I don't want us to drift and maybe run aground. We'd be stuck for at least six hours waiting for the incoming tide to lift us again."

She smiled. "I could think of worse fates than being stuck on a boat alone with you."

He grinned. "Me, too, but a sailor's got his pride."

He laughed when she stuck out her tongue. She said, "I'm hungry. What are you gonna feed me?"

He said, "Ah, time to finish your tour. Go through the hatch and into the galley."

She shook her head. "I'm gonna have to insist that you speak English, O Master of the Deep Blue."

With a twinkle in eye, he said, "Never. A sea-dog don't take no orders from a mermaid, no matter how pretty she is. Follow me."

They descended a few steps and opened a door. What Vanessa saw reminded her of a luxury motor home she'd seen in a photograph. An open space containing a kitchen as big as in most modest houses, a wraparound couch with a coffee table, and a small dining table and chairs affixed to the floor. Another door led to an opulent bedroom, complete with a king size bed, a closet, a recliner, a television, office furniture, a bookshelf stuffed full, and what looked like a telephone attached to radio equipment.

She exclaimed, "It's all so wonderful. I had no idea you'd have so much living space on a boat."

He said, "I had it built out for just one bedroom. I've never actually had a guest onboard for a voyage, just an occasional day trip for fishing where you spend most of the time on deck. Most similar craft have at least two bedrooms, some more."

Her stomach growled audibly. "I'm sorry, but all this excitement has given me an appetite. Are you cooking?"

He opened the full-size refrigerator and pulled out two bowls. "How about caviar and goose liver pate? And champagne, of course. I'd never try to feed a girl caviar and pate without champagne."

She grinned. "What, no beer? I didn't think a sea-dog would have such exotic tastes."

He laughed as he placed the bowls on the coffee table. "I thought I'd make an effort to impress you."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Job done."

For dinner they ate roasted Brussel sprouts marinated in a lemon flavored vinaigrette and salmon poached in white wine with dill and cracked pepper. The Brussel sprouts had been baked beforehand and only required re-heating. Aaron cooked the salmon there.

While they ate, Vanessa asked, "How did you get the Brussel sprouts cooked? I assume you bought the caviar and the pate. And when did you get the fresh salmon? Did you drive over here this morning?"

Aaron shook his head. "I had business to transact in Mobile today. I had my assistant stock the refrigerator and cook the Brussel sprouts. I gave her strict instructions and she did a good job."

Vanessa narrowed her eyes. Aaron noticed. "Don't tell me you're jealous?"

She laughed. "No. I don't have a jealous bone in my body. I was just teasing you. Judging by these Brussel sprouts, you're lucky to have her. Is she old, fat, and ugly? I hope?"

It was his turn to laugh. "Hell no. Jan's a former model that I seduced into the world of electronics once I discovered that she's a nerd in secret."

Vanessa shook her head. "You are such a mess. But I'm not afraid of any competition."

He put on a serious expression. "You have no need to be."

She looked at him with soft eyes, put her hand on top of his, and smiled gently.

He took her hand and said, "Do you understand why you have no competition?" He kissed her hand.

She had to choke back the "I love you," that nearly sprang from her mouth, but she couldn't keep it out of her gaze. After a moment she said, "I hope you haven't planned a big dessert. I'm stuffed."

He grinned. "We'll just have it for breakfast, then." He let go of her hand and rose to begin clearing up. She sprang up to help.

He put up his hand. "Just sit and have some more champagne. You don't know where anything goes. I'll only be a few minutes."

She obeyed and reached for the bottle.

When he finished, he asked, "How about we go up on the deck and finish our drinks?"

She said, "Yes, that'll be lovely. I bet you can see thousands of stars out here away from the shore."

The aft deck was lined with bench seats. They sat and gazed at the stars and listened to the soft lapping of the waves against the hull. Despite it being the middle of winter, the area enjoyed a not infrequent warm spell and the gentle breeze contained no chill. Vanessa hadn't bothered to put her jacket back on and her breasts swayed freely as she walked. She had seen Aaron stealing a quick glimpse. She cuddled close to him and placed her head on his shoulder and took his hand while they talked.

She said, "I thought the party was the best night of my life, but you managed to beat it like a drum. I don't see how it could get any more romantic than this."

To her surprise, he got up. "I do. I'll be right back."

She watched his back in shock as he hurried through the hatch and went below. When he returned, she understood. He carried a guitar.

"Don't tell me you can play? I already know you can sing."

He settled down next to her and said, "A little. A few songs. Mostly old ballads."

He strummed a bit, tuned the strings, and began playing "The Cowboy's Lament." He sang the notes clearly and cleanly, never missing. By the end of the sad song, she couldn't help tears from welling in her eyes. When one dripped down her cheek, he kissed it away and started the "The Fields of Athenry." Then he played "Carrickfergus."

He stopped to sip a bit of champagne. She said, "You were right. Nothing could be more romantic than a handsome man singing to a girl under the stars on a clear, cool night. Except maybe one thing."

They gazed into each other's eyes. She said, "Will you make love to me?"

He said, "I was afraid to start. I didn't want you to think that was the only reason I asked you here."

She kissed his lips. "You're such a gentleman, I knew I'd have to ask. So, please baby, make love to me." She kissed him deeply.

He returned the kiss, but didn't move to fondle her. She broke the kiss and stood up. She unfastened her halter top and slipped out of her dress. She turned her back to him as she pulled her panties down, bending over to give him a good look at her naked derriere. She turned back to face him and said, "I'll leave my stockings and shoes on, if you like."

His eyes widened as they trailed down her body and back up to her eyes. "I knew you were beautiful, but," his eyes raked her body again, "I really had no idea. You're perfect."

She sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck and probed his mouth with her lively tongue. He ran his hands over her smooth, warm flesh. He traced her areola with a fingertip and brushed across her nipple. He felt the delicate flesh harden and swirled his tongue around it.

She murmured into his ear, "Your hands feel so good on my body." She rubbed her legs against his, letting him feel the smooth silk of her stockings along the exposed flesh of his legs below his shorts. He laid her on the bench and began kissing her all over. Starting with her ears, working down to her breasts, trailing down her tummy.

When he got to her womanhood, she opened her legs, putting one on top of the back of the bench. She took his head with both hands and pressed his face into her wetness. Her voice was husky with lust. "You see, baby? You can't negotiate this. I've never been wetter and it's for you, only you."

She rocked her hips and he began to lick. He stayed on her labia, savoring her nectar. After a few moments, she used her hips and hands to guide him to her bud. He ran his tongue across it and she whimpered. "Oh, that's it. Hold your tongue stiff and rub it." Her rocking hips provided sufficient motion, but he caught on and moved his head up when her hips went down and down when she went up. She moaned, "Oh God, that's so good. Oh baby."

Waves of ecstasy radiated from her nub, down her legs and up her neck. Her nipples were pink rocks. She locked her legs around Aaron's back and held fast to his head, shuddering and whimpering. When it passed, she groaned, "Come here."

She licked his face and gave him a furious kiss. She could feel his cock, swollen and stiff. She licked his ear and bit the lobe. She whispered, "Let's go to the bed. You'll have to help me. My legs are still trembling."

He grunted, wide-eyed and feral. They stumbled down the stairs and entered the bedroom. She tore at his clothes and pushed him onto the bed. She attacked his cock, licking the shaft, swirling her tongue around the glans, and ramming it down her throat. He grunted and she came back up quickly. She pleaded, "Don't come, yet, baby. I have to have you inside me."

Another grunt issued from his throat. She grasped the base and held it tight to prevent his orgasm while she sucked. When he said, "I can't take any more," she let his cock plop out of her mouth, straddled him, thrust down on his member, and started rocking her hips. She leaned forward, putting her breasts within reach of his mouth. He kissed her nipples while grabbing her ass. She said, "Oh baby, you're gonna set me off again." One more thrust and she screamed out her pleasure.

She trembled for several moments before she could say, "That's so good. Your turn, now."

She rolled off and lay next to him. She said, "Come on, baby," and held out her arms. She spread her legs wide and he mounted her. She held his gaze and rubbed her silk encased legs up and down his sides. Then she planted her feet against his buttocks for leverage and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. When his eyes glazed over, she kissed his nipples as he had kissed hers. He stiffened and she whispered, "I love you."

His eyes popped and he shook with a spasm of pleasure as he thrust. Once, twice, three times and on as a torrent of warm white seed filled her. The sensation put her over the edge yet again. She gasped and held him with her arms and legs while she trembled.

He rolled off, panting. She reached over and held his hand, rubbing her thumb along his fingers.

When they both had caught their breath, she said, "Would you please get me a cloth? You made a mess."

Her pleasure was complete when she heard him chuckle. He said, "You little minx," as he stroked her cheek. "I love you, too." He kissed her and got up to fetch a cloth. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she watched him stagger.

***

Vanessa remained silent for several moments. I couldn't stop from saying, "Good Lord, what a night."

She smiled. "I know. It was like a dream. He was perfect. And he stayed that way. We spent the night on the boat, went fishing the next day, went swimming in the cold water, and took a shower together to warm back up. We made love several times. We didn't come back to shore until late that afternoon."

"What happened next?"

"He had asked me where I lived. I told him I didn't live anywhere, yet. He suggested that I stay in an apartment in one of the buildings he owned in Port City, the next town over. I told him I didn't really want to be a kept woman and I hoped he understood. He said he did, and thought about it for a moment. Then he offered to hire me as a contractor to write things. You know, proposals, advertising copy, things like that. He said that the apartment could be part of my pay.

"I jumped at it. It gave me a place to live, a job, and him, all while allowing me to keep my self-respect. We sealed the deal with a kiss, so to speak."

I said, "A little more than a kiss, eh?"

She smirked and shrugged.

I said, "It was quite a turnaround for you, though, wasn't it? I mean one day you think you're a lesbian and will allow no man to touch you, and within twenty-four hours, you're in bed with a dreamboat, you've told him that you love him, and he gives you a job and a place to live. Wasn't that all a bit fast?"

She shrugged again. "Not as it turned out. It's been nearly a year and our feelings for each other have only grown stronger. I know what love is, now. I feel even worse about poor Karen, but I can't help it. I didn't love her like this."

I probed. "But you and I have made love. Obviously your attraction to women hasn't gone away. And there's Judith. I suppose we'll get to that subject soon."

She said, "I can't deny I still find women attractive. But until Judith popped back into my life, I never felt an urge to bed one. I didn't want to bed Judith. She forced me. Is forcing me." She began to cry.

I hugged her and said, "I'm here for you." When she had settled down, I said, "You know, I felt all along that your attraction to me was a result of your anxiety. I don't feel bad about what we've done." I stroked her cheek. "So long as it helps you."

She sniffed. "What about your feelings for me?"

I answered honestly. "I won't ever forget you. Don't want to. That doesn't mean I won't rejoice in the happiness you've found with Aaron. That's really the ultimate test of love; you always want what's best for the one you love."

We kissed and returned to the bedroom, for the last time.

Session 08d-The Long Session, Finis

Sometimes, within the web of human affairs, equal amounts of melancholy and sweetness mingle. The combination imbues a situation with poignancy sufficient to bring tears both of joy and grief. Strange, perhaps, but I've found it to be true. In the same sense as "the having is not as pleasing as the wanting," both ideas inform us about reality. The latter emphasizes the difference between perception and truth and the former, the recognition of truth when we see it. Vanessa and I made love that last time in full knowledge of the truth of our relationship.

She had captivated me from the first moment I saw her in my office. Exceptionally pretty in the blonde-haired All American Girl way, clean, well-kept, and polite. Her bright tawny eyes, such a lovely complement with her naturally yellow hair, shone with interest and humor, as if she would be a perfect companion for a lively conversation.

Her body told another tale altogether. As luscious as a tropical rainforest, and as fully capable of summoning explorers, her full and curvy figure defined opulent womanhood. And she moved with a grace that implied availability with a subtlety rarely seen in these days of overbearing loudness. My mouth watered whenever I looked at her or even thought about her. Visions of her walking toward me naked, breasts bouncing, pink nipples erect, a sacrificial offering to all acts of carnality, but with a predatory gleam in her eyes that let one know the consuming of bodies would be mutual. As I say, these visions filled my mind, interfering with my concentration whether in or out of her actual presence.

And that is how things worked out. I wanted her and she wanted me, but I was her psychiatrist and "look but don't touch" ruled the day. But not being a completely earthly creature, she swept aside mere rules of human professional behavior, leaving them broken in her wake. She seduced me and we entered the realm of fleshly joy for nearly two days. By the end, I had the information that I needed to provide her answers and she had actionable advice. I had enjoyed her body, metaphorically consuming it in every possible way, as she had mine. But far more importantly, our souls had mingled, and I would never forget our moment in the sun.

Fully aware of the portentous nature of our eventual last embrace, I stood up and put out my hand, beckoning the delightful piece of sweetness known as Vanessa Fontaine. She had been lying on the couch in the living room of my house, telling me of the consummation of her relationship with Aaron Wilson, the first man in her life and the first person with whom she had fallen in love. The sweet, dream-like, and damn hot story had excited me. All day we had both worn nothing but thin bathrobes, ostensibly because our clothes needed washing. In reality, we wanted easy access to each other's body. Throughout this time, starting with last night, she reached places in her story where the sexual event she described heated us both up to the boiling point. At those moments, we appreciated the ease of access the robes provided.

I knew the end approached. She had told me this day would be it and the day was nearly spent. True, we might have the rest of the night, but the goal was treatment and resolution of her problem, not the satiety of our carnal appetites. At this last sad but dulcet moment, I didn't fling open her robe and bury my face between her shapely legs so she could grab my head and rock her hips and scream when her orgasm struck. No, this time an offer was gently made and gently accepted. We lay on my bed, kissing and caressing for many minutes. I ran my hands slowly over her warm flesh and gazed at her sumptuous body while she whispered words of appreciation for my dark and petite beauty.

In the times before, we had traded service; one of us "did" the other, the other responded, and then we "went sixty-nine." This time, we continued kissing and caressing, finally rubbing each other to ultimate pleasure as we lay face to face. I had thought nothing could be sweeter than the taste of her womanly nectar, but that moment was, that mingling of two souls for the last time. We hugged each other. When the moment passed, we kissed.

I said, "La petite mort."

She stroked my cheek. "What does that mean?"

"It's a French euphemism for orgasm. It translates as 'The little death'."

Something in the phrase struck her. Her eyes smoldered. She quoted Othello in a hoarse whisper, "'To die upon a kiss,'" and trailed down my body leaving love bites along the way.

I remembered her describing a time when Judith and Karen covered her body with hickeys and how it had excited her. Now, I had to agree. Sex, especially oral sex, is a kind of consuming, an eating of another's body. When performed on a woman, it's literally called 'eating pussy.' We often think of another attractive person as 'delicious' or say 'yum' when we see him or her. I found this leaving evidence of her metaphorically eating my body exciting, wetting the ultimate spot between my legs, preparing it for her loving and expert attention.

I rose to my elbows and viewed the trail she left from my tits to my pussy. I couldn't see the marks on my neck, but I did see the rest. Two on each breast, several on my tummy, and three on each of my thighs. From her position, with her face inches from my cunt, she met my gaze.

She didn't smile. We had already satisfied our mutual need for tender love. Now was the time for lust. Her feral, predatory look told me I was her prey. I spread my legs wide, obedient to her silent demand, a willing sacrifice to her voracious carnality. She licked her lips and then sucked my labia into her mouth, as if she intended to drain my juices, she a sexual vampire and me a very not innocent victim.

She never took her eyes from mine as her head moved with the subtle motions of her feeding. She let go of my labia and extended her long tongue, wagging it at me and then running it up and down my slit several times before piercing my womanhood with it. Her mouth flat against my cunt, her tongue inches deep, she used it to rub the ventral wall of the inside of my pussy, doing her best to reach my G-spot. My eyes popped and I jerked when she found it.

I wanted to grab her head but that would require me to lie back and break our gaze and that I would not do. Her tongue probing my pussy nearly drove me wild, but her eyes bonding with my soul enraptured me.

My eyes got wider and her tongue got livelier. My breath grew short and grunts issued unbidden from my throat. She placed a hand on my tummy, just above my slit and rubbed my bud with her thumb. She ran her other hand up to my breast and pinched my nipple, hard. My lips formed a grimace and my brow furrowed. A sensation so intense I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain radiated outward from my nub through my body. A powerful spasm wracked me. I screamed, loud, primal, incoherent, as I quaked.