You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 05

"I'm not sure if I can handle the last part, but I'll try not to have that 'look'."

"Kath, I want to do it in the morning... in my bed. I want be able to go to sleep with the fragrance of your perfume on my pillow. I want to be able to pull the sheets over my head and take in your lingering essence... your scent."

"I was thinking you would want to do it there," our lips met again, "Come on. Outside. I want to make you cum again with my hand. To feel your balls contract as you release your seed. I'll bet they're full."

Just like the afternoon, Kathy leans back against me and locks her hands behind my neck. I nibble the soft flesh of her neck as my palms glide of the sensitive hard pebbles. She purrs as I roll them between my own fingers.

Turning to face me, our lips and tongues dance once more as only lovers can. Sliding her bareness against mine, she repositions herself behind me. I close my eyes as she traces her diamond hard nipples up and down. Back and forth across my back before reaching around to cup my sac. Her fingers encircling my girth.

"Cum for me... my love."

Her hand begins to stroke my hardness. Taking a moment, she spread the ever present pre-cum around the sensitive head and glans. I groaned. Her lips nibbling my neck.

She was in full stroke mode. I wasn't going to last. I leaned back. I felt her left hand snake between my legs to cup my tightening scrotum. I released. And released. And released. Shooting my essence into the night.

Settling back inside, with the light off, we savored our bareness... our closeness, "The waitress told me on the way out that we were made for each other. She was right."

"We're going to make it... aren't we?"

"Yes," as we pulled each other into ourselves.

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I was up and in the bathroom as soon as my parents were out of sight. Quickly brushing my teeth and doing a quick washcloth body wash, paying special attention to my love equipment. I slipped between the sheets of my bed next to my very naked girlfriend. She was awake and laying on her side as I nuzzled my face into her neck. My hand finding and cupping her firm breast, toying with her rapidly hardening nipple.

"You brushed your teeth. I need to do that too. And wash away the night."

I watched her little tanned bottom disappear down the hall. Man, what a sight.

The sheet pulled back. I was laying on my back with my eyes closed. Her faint scent emanating from the sheet in the still morning air.

A faint whiff of her perfume preceded her. She entered the room and stood next to the bed. Her honey blonde forest at eye level. We both took in the visions of each other's bareness. Savoring the landscape of our lover's body. Burning those visions into our minds to be recalled whenever we wanted to over the next, and last, four weeks.

"I never get tired of looking at you like this. To see all of you. Waiting for me," she softly said.

"The vision of all of you has just been seared into my brain. Come here my love."

We sank into a warm embrace, knowing we would be parting in a few hours. But, and it was a big but, we knew we were almost there. Our Plan was coming to fruition.

We kissed and made love. Not as slowly as we would have wanted, or for as long as we would have wanted; but, enough for us to share our deepening love and to strengthen our bond. We assumed 'Our love making' position as she straddled my hips, impaled herself, and presented her breasts and hard nipples to my awaiting lips. I watched Kathy ride me... sensually. Her hands locked behind her head. Sitting tall, in the way she knew I appreciated. Letting me feast on her lithe and tanned body as she slid up and down on my rigid member. We finished with her on her back, her heels locked around my waist. Pulling me into her with every downward stroke. Our eyes constantly staring into each other's sole... bonding... loving.

We took quick separate showers. Kathy looked 'fresh'. I think we pulled it off. I would never know. She looked wonderful, sexy, and in love.

We made sure we were early to meet my parents. No need to fuel any thoughts. Brunch was subdued, but nice. My mom asked if Kathy wanted a sandwich to go, so she wouldn't have to stop on the way home. My mom, always wanting to accommodate. I smiled at the suggestion. My mom noticed. Kathy happily accepted.

There were hugs between my parents and Kathy. Each telling her how lucky I was to have found her and to come again. She blushed. I smiled. I told them I was going to drive with Kathy to the edge of town, and that I would meet them back home. They understood. Their plans for the afternoon were to go to the Club to play Bingo. I thought about it, 'why not?' it's better than sitting at home alone. Alone with thoughts of my Kathy. Nighttime will be a good time for those thoughts.

We pulled into the same bowling alley parking lot that we did when she first arrived. It was empty. We hugged. We kissed. Yes, there were tears. But we also looked forward to our rejoining. We knew our Plan had worked. That in four short -- 'Long' weeks we would be together again. To share. To grow. To love.

She got into her car, "I left you another gift yesterday afternoon after we got back from our walk. I hope you like it"

She flashed the 'Kathy smile' blew me a final kiss, and drove away.

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I sat next to my dad, nursing a beer. Lost in my thoughts. Yeah, I know, it was only 1:00. So??

"She's quite a girl."

"That she is."

"The two of you have something very special, and rare. Don't lose it."

My dad and I hadn't really talked about my personal life very much. I usually shared stuff with my mom. Don't know why. This was nice. We chatted about the upcoming school year. Living off campus for the first time. He told me that some of his co-workers told him it was a bad idea. He said he trusted my judgement. I wondered if that included the fact that Kathy would be sleeping over... in my bed, at times.

We had a good father-to-son talk. Interrupted only a few time by some of his friends.

That night, my first letter to Kathy: "I found your 'gift'. It was still fragrant. I'll have to bring both gifts with me and return them. Did you sleep naked in my bed both nights?"

As I lay in my bed that night, the faint scent of her perfume lingering on my pillow. Pulling the sheet over my head, I would inhale. Her essence, her unique scent, flowed into my senses. I started to get hard. Then my hand went to work as images of her naked body lying in my bed filled my active brain. I came hard.

Her letter: "Yes. I was going to leave you a lingering remembrance; but, realized at some point your mom would be washing those sheets and didn't want to create a bad impression. But, I think there's enough of 'me' that will fuel you for a while," I could hear the giggle at the sentence. "Don't you want to keep your 'gifts'?"

My letter: "Thought so. Yes, I can still breathe in your essence. I want to exchange for 'fresh' gifts.

Her letter: "I think I can take care of that," again, I could see the coy smile as she wrote that sentence.

We were in full 'anticipation' mode for the next few weeks, as we once again prepared for our 'reuniting'. Our 're-joining'. Our 're-bonding'.

Kathy's letters were becoming more enticing. More seductive. I would have to make sure they were kept in a very... very safe place, and to remember to take all of them with me when I left. One letter she described, from her point of view, our time in her dorm room making love. Seeing each other completely naked for the first time in the full light of the day. Opening herself up completely to my eyes. Watching me as I took in, and showed my appreciation of her tiny body. I had recalled that time many times as I lay in bed at night, but to recall it through her eyes was awe inspiring. I made one, of many, messes that night.

The letter I received about ten days before our reuniting was 'interesting' to say the least.

After going through the description of her day and stuff, she ended it with, "Bill, my love, I know that the last few letters have probably caused you to take matters into 'your own hands', so to speak. And that's what I wanted. I wanted you to remember our love making sessions, our screwing sessions, the blow-job, and other things... all through my eyes. To tell you of the excitement I experienced. The feelings of having your eyes roam over my little body. Watching you smile as you would admire my little bumps as I would stretch. Of the sheer joy of having you inside of me. The feeling of having you deep inside me when you would cum. I have a surprise for you, and a request. I am asking that you not take care of yourself until we are together. Save that for me. Your love, Kathy.... PS: I will do the same."

Ten days? My balls were going to burst. I had been in 'getting off' mode nightly since I got home, and especially the last few weeks, always fueled by our times together, and her recent letters. Ten days? And then there was that mysterious 'surprise'. Whatever she had in mind, I wasn't going to ruin it. She had put some thought into something.

My next letter: "Ten Days?"

Her letter: "Come on big boy, and I do mean big. You can handle it. Or maybe you shouldn't. On second thought, leave the handling to me," I again see the smile as she wrote the last sentence.