You are Definitely Going to Hell Ch. 06

"Yeah, I guess. They've mentioned about going out on boxing day. Are you up for that? I warn you, though, Charlie will most probably be there." I watch Maria for any reaction; she doesn't bat an eyelid.

"Looking forward to it. I'm more interested in meeting, everyone and hear some stories about you. Can you take me home if my parents leave?"

"Shouldn't be a problem," I say, relaxing and closing my eyes. This always happens after I cum. I don't remember much after, other than Maria kissing me and wishing me a good night.

The light from the open curtain wakes me from a deep sleep. Maria's naked body is pushed up against my back. I don't want to move, as the feeling is so incredible. The problem is that my bladder has different ideas. I had too much to drink last night and am about to burst. I try to unwrap Maria from me carefully, but the moment I move her arm, she pulls me in tighter. "Baby, need a pee," I say.

I get a grumble back, but she releases me, and I make a dash to the bathroom. I hear a laugh from the bed. "You did need to go, you sound like a horse" she says.

I wash my hands and slide back in. Maria has moved onto her back and doesn't move back to cuddle me, so I move, coming immediately into contact with a knee. Not deterred, I lift myself over and slide between a pair of wide open legs. "Took you long enough," Maria says as she simultaneously wraps her arms and legs around me.

Breakfast is completely different from the day before. Anna, Maria's mother, calls us over as soon as we walk in. She had already arranged for us to share their table. The greeting was different and even took Maria by surprise. As we walk between tables, other family members stand to greet us. The men shake my hand, and the ladies hug me; some even give me a peck on the cheek.

We finally get to Maria's parents' table and sit. "Okay," Maria says. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Maria's mother says that nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

"That welcome. I am nineteen years old and have never experienced a welcome like that before. So again, what is going on?" Maria was looking a little upset, and both her mother and father could see she was about to lose it.

Before they could react, I put my arm around Maria and pulled her in for a hug. "What's the matter, baby?" I whisper.

Maria pulls back with tears in her eyes. "Ever since Auntie left me that money, every member of this family, including my parents, has treated me differently. I have felt left out and ignored. Whenever I do something wrong, it's the end of the world. If I get something right, it's ignored. The only person in this family that ever treated me right was Christina. She is the only reason I bothered to ask you to come with me." Maria takes a deep breath. She looked around, realizing that everyone within earshot had stopped what they were doing and listened to what she was saying. She smiles with embarrassment. "I didn't ask to be left the money, and the way the trust fund is set up means I can't give it away. It would have gone to charity if it didn't come to me." Maria looks back into my loving eyes. "You have shown me more compassion and love in the short time I've known you than I have received my entire life."

"Oh really, Maria. That's preposterous!" Anna says dismissively.

"Really? When was the last time you celebrated my birthday with me?" Maria asks. Anna looks at her, thinking, her mouth open, poised to speak. "Exactly, I will tell you, mother. I was eight years old, and the only reason was that I had chicken pox. Every year, I was in boarding school and ignored, or you were working." Again, Maria looks at me. "I can't remember the last time I got a card or gift for my birthday, and that goes for the entire family; other than Christina. She is the only one who bothered."

By now, Anna and Jason had shut up and were looking down, feeling a little ashamed. "Oh," I say. "My parents are a little dysfunctional, but they know their failings and overcompensate on birthdays and Christmas."

"Plus, your mother had horrendous PND," Anna says in a low voice.

Jason takes a deep breath, more to get our attention. "I'm sorry, Maria," he starts. I can see he is searching for the right words. "I can see we've been far from the perfect parents, and we take full responsibility for that. You also must admit that you weren't the easiest child to look after," he adds. "Looking back, the problems started when we moved away from Kent." Jason frowns and looks at his wife as if he's just realized something. Anna's eyebrows raise as she thinks about what he said. Her eyes widen, and she nods. "This weekend is the first time I have seen you, well, normal," he adds.

"But you are my mother and father. You are meant to love me, whatever. I might not have been the best-behaved child, but nothing was malicious or violent," Maria said. Then she realizes what her dad just said. "Are you saying that when we moved away from Rob, I started misbehaving and that now we are reunited, I'm different again?"

There's silence, and everyone seems to be waiting for an answer to a conversation that should be done in private. "Yes, that about sums it up," Anna says.

Maria slumps back in her seat, absorbing what she's been told. She looks at me and shakes her head. "This is too weird even for my family," she says.

"It would mean we were meant to be," I say. "But........"

"You don't believe in that?" Maria finished off what I was going to say. I nod slowly, but neither of us can deny our feelings of ease.

"Before today, I would have said the same thing. If what they say is right, it would mean we are preprogramed to belong to one person," I say, trying to make that sound better than it was.

Maria smiles at my slight awkwardness. "Don't worry; I was thinking the same thing....... Christ, I'm starving," Maria suddenly says as what looks like the meals that her parents pre-ordered arrive.

With that, the room comes to life, and the murmur of talking and clinking of cutlery resumes. As the waitress unloaded her tray, I leaned over and kissed Maria. She smiles and kisses me back, then whispers, "I love you."

"I love you too," I say in return, sitting back up straight as my plate of food is placed before me.

As we quietly eat, Maria glances at me, giving me small, knowing smiles. We finish our food and drink our coffee. Anna and Jason continue the way they started the meal, smiling and laughing, telling us what our parents got up to when they were young.

Maria held my hand under the table, gently caressing the back with her thumb. Occasionally, one of her relatives came over to say their goodbyes. The newly married couple had left the night before. Someone had said they were off to Egypt for their honeymoon.

"So, Maria, are you coming home with us today?" Her father asks.

"No, Dad, we don't leave until tomorrow," Maria replies. "I have no plans at the moment, but I will let you know as soon as I do."

There's a silence, and then Anna says, "I'm sure we will see you before Christmas." Then she looks at her husband. "Right, are we ready to make a move?" When she gets a nod, she looks at Maria. "I'm not looking forward to a very awkward conversation that I will be having when we get back home."

"Daniel's mother will either have to like it or lump it," Maria says unsympathetically. "I've had my fill with the whole family."

Maria's parents get up. "That might be so, but she's still my best friend."

"Then maybe you can convince her to talk to her son and get it through his thick skull that he has no chance with me."

Anna breathes out heavily; she knows her daughter is right. She leans down and kisses her daughter. "I will see you soon, dear," Anna says. She moves out of the way to allow Jason to move in. Anna walks around to my side and hugs me. "Although we had a shaky start, I'm so pleased you are her first true love."

I don't know what to say, so I smile and nod in acknowledgment.

"See you later, Maria," Jason says, patting me on the shoulder before they both walk off.

Maria looks at me before blowing out a puff of air. "Can't wait until your first family function," she says. We can't help it and burst out laughing.

All of Maria's family have gone, and we were going to walk along the promenade before the heavens opened and it started to chuck it down. We are up on our bed talking. "So, where do we start?" I ask.

Maria looks at me. "I'm not sure; this is all new to me. One thing I have been thinking about is that I don't want to change much. What we are doing is working. We have fallen in love, even though we tried not to. That, to me, tells me there is more to us than the sex."

"We agree about us, but I'm not sure I would like to continue as we have been..." I trail off. There is more to this, and everything we have done up to the point of admitting our love has complicated things. "I think this is way more complicated than we think. This will take...I don't know. "

"What are you frightened of?" Maria asks.

"Ending up like Charlie and me. I truly have messed that up."

We stay silent for a moment.

"I don't think you and Charlie have ever been in true love. I think it's a case of you being each other's first relationship. Even I still have fond memories of my first boyfriend. You just haven't got to the part where you can let go with a clear conscience."

"If I am honest, I have already let go; I just haven't the heart to tell her. There's too much pain associated with the Kean family. We never had a chance."

"So, what's your plan?" Maria climbs on top and holds me.

"I was hoping she would say something before I needed to. Falling in love with you has made the need to say something more urgent," I say, wrapping my arms around Maria and holding her.

"You are way more mature than anyone I know around our age," Maria says, snuggling into my neck.

"So I've been told. You are much the same, though. I think we are evenly matched," I say. Now, we are talking quietly into each other's ears.

"Are you ready for people thinking you are with me for my money, and that I am paying for everything," Maria says in a whisper.

"What people think that is incorrect doesn't bother me. People spreading lies will get to me," I say honestly.

"I still can't believe we have reached this point from two people not wanting to get attached."

"When I started this year, I had my mind set on not getting attached to anyone, but I was never closed to the chance that I could meet someone. I did, though, set the bar very high, so high I thought it would be nearly impossible to meet such a person," I say, feeling like I am repeating myself.

"So, do I get close to this bar?"

"Maria, you are so far past the bar...." I pause and take a breath. "Sorry, I never thought I would be in this position." For some reason, I have become overly emotional.

"I know exactly how you feel. I felt something between us on that first night. It scared me, so I started putting obstacles between us."

"Your flatmates?"

"Mmmm, yeah. I thought it would destroy anything that might develop, but I couldn't have been more wrong--your initial reaction and how you showed every one of my friends the respect they deserve. You let me use you that way, and still showed me respect, and made me feel special. Everything you have done this week has laid bare my heart, and it scares me."

"Why?"

"Because I know that if I want to achieve my dream, I will have to be apart from you and pray that when I am done, you will be there for me." She breathes on my neck, making me goose up. "You realize that if there is a chance that us being apart will change that, then I will give up my dream?"

"We have another eight months to sort that out, and then if anyone moves, it will be me," I say.

Maria lifts her head. "That's the second time you've said that. You really mean it, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. I can't take your dream away from you. I've already got mine. All I have ever wanted to do is become a code writer and computer game creator. I can do what I do anywhere. No, you come first." I get a peck on the lips for that. "What are your thoughts about what your parents said about problems when we were separated?"

"It would explain why we feel so naturally comfortable with each other. Do you know if you had any issues?"

"You know, I vaguely remember being upset about something when I was young and I'm sure I remember a sister, but I will need to discuss it with my parents."

Maria kisses me, and we suddenly get lost in our desire to satisfy each other. We make love long and slow. I lose count of how many times Maria's pussy clenches around my cock, and I cum three times, but we don't stop. The long, slow, deliberate display of our love continues late into the afternoon. My cock stays hard and rigid as we take turns to bring the other to a climax, or three in the case of Maria.

These orgasms aren't earth-shattering, and we seem to be building to something more, something new. There are only two positions--me on top or Maria on top. The mess between us is huge, but we pay no notice. This is new territory for both of us, and we are unsure what we are chasing.

It is my turn to be on top as we grind ourselves together. Our tongues do their dance as we are completely lost in the world that is our bedroom. I lift my hips slightly so the only contact below the waist is my cock inside her pulsating pussy. The feeling is electric as I slide in and out. The change in stimulation has an instant effect.

First, Maria's vaginal walls start to flutter; then, I feel a tingle in my lower stomach. The flutter turns into a pulsating, and I feel my dick harden to the point that it could burst. Our lips separate as our eyes lock together. I speed up, and Maria's eyes roll back as she feels the beginning of the most intense orgasm of her life.

I keep going, chasing not my completion but Maria's. She groans, followed by a high-pitched squeal as her orgasm hits her, but it doesn't stop. I pump with more force as her pussy tries to pull my dick off. By this time, Maria's whole body is shaking violently as I reach what I think is the point of no return. Sweat is pouring from both of us as I seem to be on pause, ready to explode.

Maria's high-pitched squeal continues as I pump, her eyes fly open, and her pussy clamps me one last time before I explode, ramming my cock as deep as possible. Maria screams, as if she is being murdered, as my cock pumps its fertile seed deep inside her and we collapse into each other's arms.

I must have passed out because the next thing I know, I wake on my side, still entangled with Maria. I listen to her rhythmic breathing before needing the toilet overtakes me. As I move, I feel a stiffness in my body. I slide out of bed and do some stretches.

"About time you woke," Maria says, looking at me with one eye open. I'm desperate to pee, so I rush to the bathroom. "I'm starving and need food," Maria calls out.

"What do you want to do, go down or eat here?" I ask from the toilet.

"Room service. I am not leaving this room. You have broken my pussy," Maria says.

"I've what?" I say, laughing, but that turns into a grimace as I try to go. My discomfort is as if someone has hit my dick with a mallet. I finally manage to pee and walk back into the bedroom. "You're not the only one; my cock feels like it's been put through a wringer," I say.

"Oh, come here, baby, let me kiss it better," Maria says unsympathetically.

I smile, then walk over and kiss her before stepping into the sitting room. I pick up the room service menu and get back into bed.

We order something to eat and then get up stiffly and shower together. We gently wash each other, enjoying each other's touch. We use this time to loosen up by using the soap to massage.

We stay in our room for the remaining evening and night. We talk and laugh, enjoying each other's company. We don't make love again because our bodies need to recover from the last afternoon's activity.

It's just before ten the next morning when I'm heading down to settle the bill as Maria finishes packing. "Good morning," I say to the receptionist when she looks at me. "I've come down to settle the bill."

She smiles, "Good morning. What's the name?"

"Robert Johnson," I reply.

"Ah, here you are," she says, looking at her computer screen. Then she frowned and tapped a couple more keys. "Ummm, it looks like your bill has been settled," she says as she reads the screen. "Yes, Mr. Antony Bamford has settled your bill and asked for any extras to be sent on."

"Antony Bamford paid my bill?" I ask.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson. Is there anything else I can help with?" She says smiling up at me as I look at her in disbelief.

"Ummm, no. No, we will be down in a bit to check out," I say, putting my full wallet back in my pocket.

******

We are on the train back to London, Victoria, heading back to my parents. The plan is to get all of Maria's things and take her home for a few days before Maria and her parents join us for Christmas.

I am sitting on the window seat. Maria has put the central arm up and is leaning against me. We didn't talk much for the hour-plus trip, mainly because we had spent the day and night before talking nonstop. I am tired, so I close my eyes, enjoying being close to the woman in my arms.

The last twelve hours have shown us that there's more than sex to our relationship. With both of us feeling the aftereffects of the most intensive lovemaking session that either of us has or probably ever will experience.

We get off the train and make our way to platform four to catch the next train to Ashford. Luckily, a train is waiting, and we get on and find a seat easily. As the train pulls out, Maria says, "I love being away, but there's nothing like being in your own bed." She then looks at me and says, "And that now includes yours. I feel so at home with you and your parents."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt that when we first met, and that unsettled me because I didn't want to ruin what we had."

Maria smiles. "I had the same thought. Christ, we make a fine couple." She rests her head on my shoulder and sighs. "I love you, Mr. Johnson," she whispers. "I like saying that."

"I love you, Miss Hunter," I reply, kissing her forehead. "You can say it as much as you like because I like hearing it."

We pull into Ashford train station and get a taxi home. My parents are out at work, so we make something to eat and collect Maria's things ready to leave.

Maria pulls her bag from the top shelf of my bedroom cupboard, causing the box with all Jenny's letters to fall out.

"What are these," Maria asks, bending down to pick them up.

I look over. "They are the letters Jenny sent me over the years," I reply.

"And you've kept them?" She asks as she opens one.

"Yeah, I guess I never considered chucking them out. It's amazing what you keep as a kid," I say, walking over to help.

Maria looks at the letter and then at me. "Is this in Welsh or something?"

"No," I say. "It's a language Jenny and I devised at school. We use it to disguise what we say in our letters, so her parents don't know what we have been discussing if they find one."

"Is this the code that started the fight between you and Charlie that led to your breakup?"

"Yeah, only Jenny and I know the key, but I will share it with you if you want."

"Really? You would share the code with me?" Maria is amazed. "I don't know what to say. How does it work?"

"Okay, it's simple. Each word's first and last letter is swapped around, and each vowel progresses by one, so A is E, E is I, I is O, and so on."

Maria stands up and walks to my writing desk. She finds the last page of the letter and starts to translate the last line. "Okay, the first letter is R and last letter is R, then we have, oh Remember Rub, no Rob. Remember Rob...Y...You...Are....Deff....Definitely...Go....Going....To....Hill?...No Hell. Remember, Rob, you are definitely going to Hell." Maria laughs.