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 Chapter 5

   Of many things is a life built.  Together.  Things like finding out that
we loved the same music.  Food.  Lifestyle.  We didn't leave the room until
we left for home the next day.  Our marriage day dinner was a delivery
pizza and a liter of coke.

   We took our first shower together in that room, luxuriating in endless
hot water and plenty of room to move and love.  And dried off, we were back
in bed.  I forgot I ever knew a female form before Tina.  Each touch of my
fingers, lips, tongue, dick to her was a discovery.

   And since I was her first, she had pure fun.  A sharp mind, insatiable
curiosity, and new-found sexuality made wonderful experiences, especially
coupled with her sense of humor.  Her giggles weren't intimidation, they
were just manifestations of the joy we experienced together, and I found
myself giggling as we explored one another.

   A happy discovery for both of us was that my Tina loved oral sex.  From
her first quick suck Saturday, she decided to do more after we showered,
and she needed little coaching.  All I had to do was limit the enthusiasm
of her bites and how hard she squeezed and sucked and bit my balls.  I was
in heaven watching that auburn-wreathed head working me over, especially
when those blue eyes looked up, her lips smiling around my shaft.  And a
throaty giggle.

   She pushed my head down from where I was working over her tits with my
lips and teeth and tongue, urging me into her pussy, and I drank her, her
juices sweet and salty and musky as I showed her the joys of multiple
orgasms with my tongue and lips.

   Sunday morning.  Satiated.  Sore.  Aside from it being her first time, I
know I'd come at least six times and we lost count of hers.  And her pussy
was as tender as my dick.  And we checked out and hit a fast food
drive-thru for lunch masquerading as breakfast.  And she stayed plastered
to my side all the way home.

   Arriving back at the park, we entered the trailer.  She picked up the
linens from the sofa and turned to me smiling.  "We won't be needing these
again."

   "Nope," I said.  "I just started living again, baby..."

   She smiled.  "God, I'm sore.  But there's our bed.  And we need to
initiate it..."

   I started stripping.  She beat me to nudity.  She was on her hands and
knees in our bed when I crawled in.  She ducked her head, trapping my dick
in her mouth for a languorous suck.  Then she smiled at me.  "That thing is
made for me to suck on, Alan."

   I returned the favor, kissing her lips, her tits, and then tonguing her
sweet pussy.  Moisture was flowing when I entered her and those muscular
legs wrapped around me, pulling me in.  In a matter of minutes we were
wrapped in each other's arms, shuddering to orgasm.  This time when I
finally pulled out, I was kneeling in the bed and she was lying before me.

   My dick was soft and dripping with the results of our joy and she
surprised me by swiveling around in bed and taking my sopping dick in her
mouth.  "Mmmmmmm, baby, we taste good together.  Wanna do me?"

   I couldn't tell her no.  Her clear juices were mixed with the
translucent white of my own semen.  And my lips and tongue working to empty
her sopping hole brought her another orgasm.  And lying in my arms,
giggling.

   "Are you happy, little girl?" I asked.

   "Deliriously happy.  Ecstatically happy." She smiled.  "Are you?"

   "I started living when you came into my life."

   We lay in bed naked for an hour, too satiated for much more than
occasional touches and caresses.  Until Tina remembered her new friend. 
Warm lips closed over soft dick.  "mmmmm," she said.  Then a giggle.  "Stop
me if I do this too much," she said.

   "Don't be selfish," I told her.  "Turn around here and let me do you."

   "Is that sixty-nine?  I've heard..."

   As a beautiful, deep pink, abused pussy opened in front of me, I said,
"Yes, this is sixty nine, baby doll." I got another giggle before her lips
closed around my dick and my own mouth formed to suck the juices from her
pussy.

   Finally we got out of bed long enough to shower and fix a quick meal,
and then back in bed and more exploration and experimentation by Tina.  I
managed to set the alarm clock before we disintegrated into naked, drained,
and sound asleep bodies.

   The six o'clock alarm was still the boss, though, but instead of careful
avoiding or averting eyes and trying to not bump each other, we took
advantage of the efficiency of allowing nudity and touching, and we
submitted each other to fondles and caresses.  And it's a wonderful thing
to leave for work with the warm feeling of hungry lips on your dick as you
walk out the door.

   Monday was the first day of school following a lot of things for Tina.
By the time she walked into the halls, the news of her Friday night fiasco
was coursing through the student body.

   My own day at work was more like routine to me, the standard package of
hurdles I'd come to expect from fifteen years of project work.  I knew
where the most likely screw-ups would occur, and I and my minions dove
right into those.  And Rome not being built in a day?  Neither are plastics
plants, and there was no good reason for me to extend my presence past
normal hours, so at four PM I was climbing in the truck and twenty minutes
later I pulled into the park.

   Tina's little car was parked at the park office and I walked in to find
her sitting with an open book and notebook, scribbling.  She stopped when I
entered.  "Hi, babe!" she said.

   Mizz Lillian smiled.  "She's happier today than she was Friday," she
said.

   "Yes ma'am," I said.  "Two weeks past disaster and she keeps getting
happier and happier."

   "It sure looks that way," Lillian said.

   Tina was stuffing books into her backpack.  "I guess we need to go do a
swim, huh?" she asked.

   "Don't you think that would feel good?"

   "I do," she said.  She turned to Mizz Lillian.  "Thanks for putting up
with me, Mizz Lillian!"

   "Oh, dear girl, thank YOU for visiting.  I appreciate the company."

   We drove to the trailer and went inside to change.  Changing was, well,
would have been, a lot faster since we didn't have to work around exposing
ourselves to one another.  Except now we added naked embraces and teasing
and caressing to the process.  But we DID get out to go swim, striding
through the park to the pool with towels in hand, pausing to greet the
regulars who'd been in the park since before our arrival.  Mid-week, the
pool was deserted, afternoon swims not being a priority of the retired set
who customarily stayed over the weekdays.

   Tina was first splash, followed closely by me and despite the urges
forming in my head by watching her butt in a bathing suit, we did our
normal regiment of a few laps, finally ending side by side, hanging on the
pool wall.  Closer together than last week.  As a matter of fact, a female
hand under the water insinuated itself up the leg of my baggy trunks and
gave a squeeze that brought me to instant erection.

   "Stop that!" I whispered, half meaning it.

   "Why?  Bashful?" she giggled.

   "Not in the least, little girl," I said.  "I just don't wish to outrage
the population."

   "Uh ...  oh, okay ...  I understand..."

   "I'm sure you do, babe.  And believe me, I'd love nothing better than to
parade through this park right now, holding your hand or with my arm around
you.  But we've sort of created an image..."

   "Oh, yeah," she sighed.  And gave me another squeeze.  Her expression,
biting her bottom lip, smiling, eyes twinkling...  "Let's get out." She
bounced out of the pool and sat on a lounge, toweling off.

   I followed her.  We were still alone, but I saw an older couple coming
up the road, hand in hand.

   "I wanna be like them, babe," she said.

   "Me too," I said.  "In due time.  It's just that when we started in
here, we were NOT a couple, and..."

   "But I'm seventeen.  I'm legal.  I can do what I want with who I
want..."

   I sighed.  She was right.  Legally.  "I know that, babe.  But what's
legal and what decent people think is right are quite often two different
things."

   "And we like being around decent people.  Or we end up like Mom and her
friends."

   "Right.  So we need to proceed gently.  Let people get used to seeing us
together all the time, and let them get used to thinking, 'Hey!  She's
nice. He's nice.' And then 'You know, they almost make a cute couple' and
then 'Well, there's Alan 'n' Tina.  Kind of odd, but they're happy.' And
when we get there, we'll have all but a few people accepting what WE
already know.  That a forty year old guy and a seventeen year old girl can
be together because they LOVE one another, not because somebody's using
somebody..."

   "That makes sense.  Uh ...  let's go back to the trailer, okay?  I got
homework to finish."

   "Okay," I said.  We got up and let the older couple in the gate as we
left.  Walking up the road, she took my hand.  "Oh, you're going to make
this difficult, aren't you?" I said.

   And got a giggle in return.

   Back in the trailer, and sad that only one of us could fit in the shower
at a time.  She was out first, sitting with her blow-dryer as I soaped
quickly and rinsed off.  I was shaving as the phone rang.  My phone.  Hers
had a different ring.  "Can you get that, babe?" I called.  I was scraping
whiskers off my face and listening.

   "Oh, hi, Deputy Hurley.  Uh ...  yeah, we got all that taken care of. 
Exactly what we needed.  Yessir, I'm back in high school.  Yessir.  It's
great!  I wish we had a bigger place, but this is working good enough."

   Since I didn't have to bother with dressing for modesty, I stepped out
of the bathroom naked.

   She said, "Here's Alan.  And thank you SO much, okay?"

   I took the phone.  "Hi, Bill.  I guess Tina caught you up?"

   "Yeah, she's back in school?" he asked.

   "Yeah.  Damnedest thing.  Since she was a dropout, they had to give her
tests to see what grade to put her in."

   "And..."

   "And Miss Tina is in college level classes."

   "Really?  Great," he said.

   "Did you get your check?" He'd said that fees and cost for filing our
legal documents as seventy-five dollars.  I'd mailed him a check.

   "Hey, I was kidding..."

   "Then put it in the coffee kitty.  Extra donuts..."

   "Hey!  That's a stereotype." Laughing.

   "Uh ...  any news on the disposition of our "friends"?"

   "Momma's still in jail here.  Couldn't post bail.  So's the boyfriend,
pending a hearing for extradition.  They ain't getting' out, Alan.  And if
Momma was to get out, she has no legal standing for you an' Tina, what with
Tina being seventeen."

   "That's good to know.  She's ...  Tina's good people."

   "Uh ...  we did a check on her.  Nothing.  Clean record.  Not even a
traffic ticket."

   "I know.  We talked.  She likes to talk." The little girl who 'Liked to
talk' was laying on the sofa with her head in my lap, her cheek pressed
against the hardening lump of my dick.

   "Well," Bill continued, "She's legal, and she's out of my jurisdiction,
and I was surprised when you called ME back to get the paperwork to put her
in school.  And now she's IN school, so I'm not surprised any more."

   "I quit being surprised, myself..." I said.

   "Okay, Alan, I'll let you go.  But hey!  Keep in touch, okay?  And if
you're ever back through Armpit, Louisiana, stop in and say hi!"

   "Okay, Bill.  And thanks again.  Here's Tina." I handed the phone to
Tina.  "Say bye to Deputy Hurley."

   "Bye, Deputy Hurley.  Yeah, you've done VERY good.  Uh-huh.  We'll take
care of each other.  Yeah.  Bye!" and she disconnected.  She rolled over
onto her stomach and smiled.  "He said to take good care of you." Her head
bobbed downward.  Several seconds of slurping and sucking ensued.

   I dragged her naked, complaining "Why'd you make me stop????" body up
and sat her in my lap, kissing her.

   "See, babe?  That's a nice person.  I wouldn't want to have him think
less of you."

   She kissed me.  "I know, babe," she said.  "but in a few months..."

   "A year.  When we can say "Mr.  & Mrs.  Addison"."

   "You're serious about marrying me?" Squeal.

   "I am.  Are you?"

   Long kiss.  "Most definitely."

   My hands roamed freely over her sleek body, lingering at places where a
touch produced a shiver or an "Mmmmmm."

   "Let's not play cards tonight, babe.  I need to finish homework.  And
then..." she smiled, blue eyes twinkling below auburn, burnished bangs.

   "You're the boss," I said.

   "I'm NOT the boss.  I was thinking about this in study hall today.  I
own Part A.  You own Part B.  But we BOTH own what happens when we put 'em
together." Giggle.

   "I never thought about it like that.  But I sure do like your Part A."

   "And your Part B feels soooo good in so many ways." She smirked.  "Stop
that.  I NEED to do the homework first, and I'm gonna be sitting in a
puddle if we keep this up."

   "Do your homework, little brown-haired girl!" I laughed.

   She tossed her head, her hair bouncing.  She knew that this drove me
wild.  "Okay.  But I need to make an appointment to get a trim." She
giggled.  "And I may dye it orange." Her eyes flashed.  "Like whats'er name
in that movie..."

   "Don't tease an old man, lover..." I laughed.

   "Well, maybe not the "orange" thing.  Mizz Lillian knows a hair salon.
They'll do me Saturday morning."

   "Sounds like a plan.  Wanna do another "both us in the same shower"
weekend somewhere?"

   "Mmmm-hmmm ...  and we can hold hands in public."

   "Yeah.  Do your homework."

   She smiled and went through the exercises.  English and social studies
she critiqued.  We talked about the ideas behind the science.  And numbers
were numbers.  I was on the laptop checking private email.  One needed an
answer.  My sister.

   "Dear Sis," I wrote.  "I haven't heard from you in a month.  What gives?
Are they charging postage in Louisiana for email?"

   "A lot of water has passed under the bridge since we talked last." Sis
and I were not the "talk on the phone every day" siblings.

   I continued typing, describing briefly the incident at the diner and the
friends I found, including the one currently doing homework wearing only
panties.  I didn't mention that detail.

   "And Sis," I wrote, "This may come as a shock, but what started out as a
friendship has become more.  We are getting married as soon as she turns
eighteen.  I hope this doesn't disturb you too much.  I've been alone
entirely too long, and genius females who like classical music are entirely
rare creatures."

   I signed it, "Love, big brother" and hit "send".  I surmised a few days
before I got an answer back.  Apparently I need to rethink my "surmise"
routines because a minute and a half later my cellphone rang.  The sound
shocked Tina and she put her pen down.

   I punched the "answer" button.  And got ready.  "Hi, Sis," I said.

   I held the phone away from my ear.  "You did WHAT?!!?!  Have you lost
your ever-lovin' mind?!?!  SEVENTEEN?!?!  You old goat!  You have nieces
that age!"

   Tina could hear the voice.  She slid beside me and I held the phone so
it was speaking to both our ears.

   "Tina," I said, "Say hi to your new sister-in-law, cutie.  She sounds
very excited at the news.  You remember?  Her name is Elise."

   "Hi, Elise," chirped Tina in her cheeriest voice.  Elise was still
sputtering.  Tina took it upon herself to fill the conversational void. 
"He's wonderful and I love him very much.  We are so alike in so many
ways..."

   "Babe ...  uh, okay, Tina," Elise paused.  "he's been beat up about
women for a long time.  He's MY brother.  Don't you dare hurt him.  I have
a garden.  I can HIDE bodies..."

   Tina's laughter pealed.  "Oh, Elise, he was RIGHT.  You're just like
'im..."

   Elise feigned outrage.  "He told you THAT!?!?"

   "Uh-huh," Tina said.  "And that you're his only sister and he loves and
respects you.  And you'd understand..."

   "I understand ...  might take a while to fit my mind around it."

   It was my turn to speak.  "Well, Sis, get your mind around it.  This is
the real thing."

   "Okay ...  if you say so.  Send me pictures..."

   Tina's turn.  "We'll take some pictures.  Huh, babe?" Giggle.

   "Not THOSE pictures, doll..." I laughed.

   Elise's outrage was mostly still feigned.  "Well, okay, brother," she
said.  "ya'll need to come down and visit.  Let me know when, and I'll get
your house all aired out."

   "Okay, sis.  We'll talk to you later.  My fiancée has to finish her
homework..." I laughed.

   "Gahhhh," said Elise.

   "Bye, Sis," Tina said.  I ended the call.  "Well," she laughed," that
was rather painless."

   "If I can get my eardrum back in its socket," I laughed.

   Giggle.  "Eardrums don't have sockets, silly."

   "And I have a perfect mate who knows that," I said.  "Finish your
homework!"

   "Beast!" she laughed.  Ten minutes later she closed the books and
stuffed her backpack.  She looked at me, smiling and said one word: "Bed!"

   She stood for me to remove her panties.  My reward for performing this
task was permission to kiss her on her "muffin", the name we'd given her
pubic mound.  We rolled backward onto the bed together.  Her fingers found
me erect and a couple of slow, squeezing strokes and she giggled.  "You're
leaking." Her fingers came to her lips and she made a show of licking them.
Then she kissed me.

   "Babe," she said, "you know how many times you've made me come with your
mouth?"

   "I hadn't been keeping count.  A bunch?"

   "Mmmm-hmmm," she purred.  "and we've, you know, licked each other clean
after we came together, so I have a good idea of what you taste like."

   "Yeah, and you're delicious."

   "We taste good together.  And you've made me come so hard with your
mouth.  You..."

   "I like your taste, babe.  And the way you wiggle when you're coming."

   Giggle.  "I'm glad.  I love that.  But ...  I want to make YOU come. 
With MY mouth..."

   I smiled.  "And that's something you think you have to ask permission
for?"

   Her bright-eyed face nodded.  Smiling.

   "Babe, I belong to you.  As long as we both enjoy, anything, okay?'

   "Then scoot up so I can lay between your legs."

   I scooted, arranging pillows behind me.  "You're the sexiest creature in
the universe.  I want to see you..."

   Her eyes revealed her love.  And lust.  "Then watch, babe.  I need to
learn how to do this."

   Her head eased forward and she sucked my dick's head into her mouth, her
tongue prodding and swirling.  "Mmmmmm," she moaned.  Muffled, "Good?" she
asked with me still in her mouth.

   "God, yes..." my hands stroked her hair.

   She pulled back, releasing me, and rubbed her hair against my balls and
thighs.  Smiled.  "I wanna bite, Alan.  Can I?  Does that feel good?"

   "I think it does, babe ...  nobody..."

   "But ...  it's MADE for my mouth..."

   I sighed.  "That's YOUR mouth, baby.  Apparently everyone doesn't..."

   Petulant.  "But I want to bite.  How hard?"

   "I think I can show you."

   "How can you show me?"

   "I can bite you..."

   That thought got interpreted in that pretty head quickly.  "Oh, like ...
I LOVE when you bite my titties..."

   "That's how hard.  Just like Sunday.  And be careful.  The head's a lot
more sensitive."

   Giggle.  "That's what this ridge is for.  So I'll know where to keep my
teeth!" The feeling of my dick disappearing between those lips was
exquisite.  As was the feeling as her white teeth playfully caught me
behind my coronal ridge.

   "Ohhhhh, god, yesssss," I hissed.

   I felt the giggle as well as heard it.  My dick popped out.  "That's
better than I imagined it." Her hand continued to work up and down the
shaft.  "So if a guy's doin' himself, this is what he does, huh?" She
looked at me, smiling, questioning...

   "Yeah."

   "Show me."

   I replaced her hand with mine and began the old, familiar stroking.  It
wasn't as exciting when I did it, even though twenty-eight years of
practice made me sure of what I was doing.  "Like that," I said.

   "Uh, yeah.  You're holding the skin and sliding it up and down."

   I passed my hand over the head.  "And the head..."

   She interrupted, " ...  is made for my mouth.  And you REACT..." She
stopped smiling.  "One of Mom's guys did that in front of me one time.  I
guess he thought I'd get turned on and want his toothless ass ...  Mom
walked in and hollered at 'im."

   "So he didn't..."

   "No," she interrupted.  Smile came back with little sucks on the head of
my dick.  "I've never seen it.  But babe, when you're IN me, I can FEEL
it." Giggle.  "And I want to feel it in my mouth.  And taste what I made
YOU do."

   And a brilliant, if inexperienced mind put hand and mouth together in
concert.  And teeth.  Wonderful teeth.  Stopped.  Licked my balls.  Giggle.
"I love how they're all wrinkly.  And they move when I kiss 'em."

   "Just be careful..."

   "Yeah.  I know.  Excruciating pain.  Neat trick." She smiled wickedly.
"Funny how just a little change in pressure can make it feel good..." her
lips closed over one ball and she gently sucked and washed with her tongue.
"That okay?"

   I shivered.

   "Wanna make my guy happy while I'm enjoying him." She moved up from my
scrotum to my dick, nibbling and sucking, then tilted it toward her mouth
and sucked me in, her lips, tongue and teeth working magic on the first two
inches as her hand, a couple of fingers of it, jacked my shaft in time with
lips and teeth and tongue.

   I was ...  pressure was rising fast.  I stroked that sassy hair
lovingly, causing her to turn her face to me, smiling wickedly with my dick
in her mouth.

   "Mmmmmm" and then a giggle.  "Something's happening," and then she was
back on me.

   "I'm ...  uhhhh ...  Nnnnghhhhh!  I'm comingggggg!" I shook
uncontrollably as the first huge spurt erupted.

   "Mmmmphh!" she reacted.  I felt her swallow and suck.  Second spurt. 
Swallow.  Third, fourth spurts.  Swallow.  Then she sucked the remainder of
my coming into her mouth.  I went from pulsating orgasm to hot continuous
ecstasy and she kept sucking.

   I realized that I was curled up with my hands on her head, not holding
her, just touching this girl who was pushing me to the stars.  I relaxed,
falling backward.  The mattress shook.  Tina looked up.  Grinning.  A
droplet of my semen had escaped her mouth.  Her pink tongue slipped out,
collecting it.

   My breathing returned to normal.  I knew that if I never received oral
sex again in my life, I could die knowing that I'd been DONE.

   Giggle.  "I get the idea that what I did worked..."

   "Like using a steamroller to crack walnuts, babe," I said.

   She crawled up my torso, folding her arms on my chest and resting her
chin in her hands, smiling.

   I had to ask.  "Did you..."

   She interrupted, "I LOVED it." Her finger wiped an imaginary drop. 
"Every last drop." She kissed me, lips closed.

   "Nuh-uh," I said, putting a hand behind her head, pulling her to me. 
"Real kiss." Our lips met and parted, our tongues wrestling, dancing
together.  Yes, I detected a taste.  Me.  In the mouth of the girl who
loved me so wondrously just a minute before.

   Our kiss broke.  She smiled for me.  "Did it REALLY feel good?  I mean,
it's my first time ...  you're the only one ...  only one there will ever
be, babe..."

   "Babe, it was ...  beyond my imagination.  What you are is what I want.
Forever."

   "You know, Alan, I wondered.  I guess girls do that.  I mean, I know you
were married, and I know you've been with other women, too.  And I wonder
how ...  I mean, am I as good?"

   I kissed her gently.  "Baby.  Precious Tina.  The first time you kissed
me, history disappeared.  Making love with you, it was like I'd never
touched a woman before."

   "But Alan," she asked, "Us ...  I"

   "Let's put it this way, cutie.  Before, I had fantasies.  Even when I
was married, it was like 'If she'd do THIS or if we did it like THAT', or
'it's good but it could be better.' And then there's you.  And I find out
that my most vivid imagination couldn't compare with reality with you." I
kissed her for punctuation.

   "Mmmmm, she purred.  "I know I LIKE what we do, babe ...  and it's part
of love.  The way we LOVE each other."

   "That's the way it's supposed to be, sweetie," I said.  "I hope it stays
that way."

   "Stop worryin', Alan," she said.

   "I do worry, Tina.  You're in school with a few hundred people your age,
and in a week you already had a date with a cute guy ...  and it probably
wouldn't have taken that long..."

   "Yeah ...  a guy.  I thought "smart" meant decent and civilized.  I was
wrong.  And the rest of them?  besides, after news got around, people
travelled from one end of school to the other to get a peek of ol' lover
boy walkin' funny.  And he's whinin' that all he tried to do was kiss me.
So it'll be a while before one of 'em's brave enough to ask me out.  And
I'm, well, I'm playin' things differently."

   "Differently?" I asked.

   Six inches from my face, she grinned.  "Yeah.  Next one asks, I'm
tellin''im I have a boyfriend.  And I do, you know..." she kissed me on the
nose.  "Right?"

   "Right!" and I kissed her back.  I wanted to kiss her for each of the
freckles that spread across her cheeks and nose.  That's a task for another
day...

   "What'd your friend Susan have to say?" I asked.

   "Susan was sorry.  At least she says ...  and she told people that
Jeffy's lyin', that he'd bragged to HER boyfriend that he was gonna be
doin' me before the night was over..." She giggled.

   "That's funny?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  Supposedly he told his parents that he got kicked playin'
soccer, that's why he's walkin' funny.  And when I saw him in class, he
stayed on the other side of the room.  Didn't say nothin'." She smiled. 
"You know, I'm really glad the whole thing happened, just the way it did."

   "You're glad?" I mused.

   "Yeah.  If it had gone the way it was supposed to go, I don't think I'd
have had the same thoughts I had Friday night.  At least not for a while.
And I would have missed a chunk of the life we have together." Her smile
was sublime.  "And besides, now people are going to have to deal with me as
a person who's different and not to be played with.  And by the way,
calculus?  I aced the first quiz."