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 Chapter Ten



   The next three weeks were a mix of happy and tedious.  The tedious part
was because, aside from the leg cast, I was feeling GOOD.  The ribs stopped
hurting.  The arm stopped hurting.  The head scar was still there, but my
hair was growing in where they'd shaved around the wound.  Ronni'd brought
me to my barber.

   "What'd'ya want me to do?" he asked.

   "Make me NOT look like I have the mange," I said.  "Just buzz everything
down and it'll all grow back the same length at the same time." I looked at
Ronni and winked.  She and I had talked about this move.

   The other big event was on the way home.  We stopped by the dealership
and picked her out a car.

   "I don't need a car, baby," she'd said when I first broached the
subject. "I can drive yours."

   "I'll be needing that when I go back to work, sweetness," I said.

   "And I'll be home, and it's summertime and I don't need to go anywhere
that I can't go with you when you get off work or with Mom or Dad."

   "You need a car so you can run the errands to keep your household
going."

   I won that discussion.  Wasn't always the case.

   The happy part?  That would be living with Ronni.  Finding that the
'happy' wasn't just something she managed in front of me on the rare times
we spent together, but that she was, like I thought before, even-tempered
and always happy.

   Our front yard sessions in the evening changed up slightly as I got a
bit more adventurous with my cast and crutches and we made our way up and
down the street, stopping to talk with the neighbors, in general just
getting on with life.

   Other part of getting on with life was that some of my co-workers made a
point of dropping by.  The first time one showed up after Ronni and I
decided to get married, I didn't hide that bit of news.  That guaranteed
that I'd get visits from several others, all curious to see Dave's
fiancee'. In each case, Ronni hung around long enough to be polite, joining
the conversation, then excusing herself to leave me a little time to talk
with my co-workers.  At least the male ones.

   Grady Higgins.  My supervisor.  "Dave, she's SEVENTEEN?"

   "Uh-huh." I answered.  "Literally, the 'girl next door'."

   "She's not..."

   "Pregnant?  Heavens, no, Grady.  Good girl.  Her dad and mom and me,
we've been friends since I moved here.  I've been around her that long."

   "That age thing?  Not a problem?" He asked.  "Don't mean to be nosy,
Dave, but you'n me been friends for a long time... I remember your
divorce..."

   "I remember it too, Grady.  Ronni has eyes.  She can see how old I am. I
can see how old she is.  We've spent a lot of time riding back an' forth to
tournaments an' sports things.  I know how she is.  She knows how I am."

   "Well if you're sure, Dave, then I'm happy for you."

   "I appreciate you bein' concerned, buddy."

   I'm sure that Grady got asked the question by our staff admin clerk. 
She came by too, all hundred and ninety pounds of her, to visit and bring
me a big tray of home-made cookies.  Ronni DIDN'T leave while she was
there. She stayed beside me, little touches showing I was HER possession.
Sandra was happily married, but Ronni didn't know that until after Sandra
left.

   "You work with HER?" Ronni asked.  She was trying to hide her concern.

   "Yep.  She's our administrator." I smiled.

   "Did you ever... you an' her..."

   "Sandra?  No, baby.  "

   "'Cuz she's fat?"

   "Nope.  Fat has nothing to do with it.  She's married.  And she never
acted the least bit interested, and after what **I** went through when my
wife ran around on me, I would NEVER do that to another human being." I
sighed.  "Besides, you're prettier."

   "I'm NOT pretty, Dave."

   "Veronica Jameson, you are a cutie.  I adore you."

   She smiled.  Bent over and kissed me.  Right there on the front porch.

   Sex?  We played.  I ate her.  She ate me.  We kissed and fondled and
rubbed.  I thought several times that we were going to cross that line to
intercourse, but Ronni remained true to her word.  Virgin.

   After one session, we were lying, entangled, me wishing I didn't have
the cast on my leg, but glowing because we'd pushed each other over the
brink with oral pleasures .

   "Dave," she said.  "I WANTED to, you know, don't you?"

   "Yes, my Ronni," I said.

   "YOU wanted to, huh?" she looked into my eyes, giving me more time to
ponder the kaleidoscope that was so inadequately described as 'brown'.

   "I want every bit of you, baby," I said.  "But I can wait."

   "Another week and a half?" she smiled.  "I have a period comin' next
week.  And after that, we're goin' to get married, and then..."

   "You'll be my Ronni forever?"

   Giggle.  "Baby, I'm THAT now.  Have been for years."

   She walked with me as I clumped my way into the jewelers.  "Just a
wedding band, Dave.  One for me.  One for you." The salesman was a little
taken aback by the almost forty year old guy with the seventeen year old
tied to his arm, buying wedding bands.  He tried to hide it.  Didn't do
very well.  We selected two simple bands and got our sizes checked and were
told to return in a couple of days to pick them up.

   We were well into July and Ronni was getting excited.  So was I.  So was
the neighborhood.

   Finally the day came for THE doctor visit.  I got into a pair of
baggy-legged shorts with Ronni's help and off we went to the clinic.  I was
given the once-over.

   "Any unusual pain?"

   "No."

   His assistants removed the cast.  More poking and prodding.  A couple of
X-rays.  He came back into the examination room.

   "Stand," he said.  "Carefully."

   I stood, feeling the leg.  I shifted my weight.  Felt good.  I said so.

   "Don't kill yourself.  If you're gonna walk or ride a bike or something
on your own, I won't set you up for physical therapy.

   I looked at Ronni.  "We already walk," she said.  "We'll REALLY walk
now."

   I got the standard list of warnings and precautions, and I WALKED out of
the office, holding Ronni's hand, into the July sunlight.

   "You drive," I told her.  "Until I get used to that foot and leg working
again."

   It was Wednesday.  Saturday was the DAY.

   My new-found freedom, no more cast, ALMOST let Ronni and me get carried
away.  Somewhere in the pink mists, though, she maintained enough blood
flow to HER brain to regain control at the last minute.  Saturday morning
she was still a virgin.

   At one o'clock we stood in front of a happy, informal group of friends
and neighbors and Reverend Paul led us through a time-honored ritual of
vows.  We exchanged rings and kisses and turned to face the assembly.

   "Brothers and sisters," the preacher said, "Let me present Mister Dave
Johnson and his wife, Mizzus Ronni Johnson.  He smiled broadly.  But not as
big as my Ronni.

   Rena led a group of ladies in producing tears.

   Informal... the reception was a family affair, made more so by the
participation of our friends and neighbors.  There was a cake, and there
was a big cooler of beer and a good selection of finger foods, and I
thought I was going to need therapy on my elbow from all the hands I shook.
I saw my sweet young bride working her way towards me.

   "Folks," I announced, "Ronni an' I have a place to be going..." I shook
Alex's hand, then Terry's, and collected hugs and kisses from Rena and Deb,
and we left.

   We had plans.  Cruise.  It was hurricane season.  That kept us out of
the Caribbean.  We flew to Vancouver.

   Ronni was touchie-feelie the whole trip.  And we had a night in a hotel
before embarking on our cruise.

   We were in a ROOM.  Together.  She wrapped me in her arms.  I
reciprocated.  She looked into my eyes.

   "We saved some stuff." She smiled.

   She was right.  I had touched every inch of her body, and she had
explored mine, and we were in the room together and there was something
that we needed to share for the first time.

   I gently stripped her of her traveling clothes, what I called her 'Ronni
uniform': jeans and a blouse, and her fingers didn't fumble as she peeled
my own clothes off and we stood in front of each other completely nude. 
That wasn't the first time.  The first time was yet to come as we turned
back the covers on the king-sized bed.
My Ronni.  Kneeling in the middle, waiting for me.  I joined her.  I had
anticipated tender foreplay and loving.  What I got was Ronni kissing me
deeply, fondling me as I touched her pussy, finding it almost dripping with

juice in expectation.

   "Lay down, baby," she said.  "It's time for US!"

   She knew what she wanted.  She'd been astride me before, and she'd
rubbed that sweet pussy on my dick before, even to the point of orgasm. 
But it was time for penetration.

   "Eager" falls short of describing her expression.  I'd explored that
sweet pussy with my lips and tongue and fingers and I knew that she
retained just the barest vestiges of a hymen.  She rose up off me and her
hand reached between her legs to guide my rigid dick into position as my
own hands relished the curves of her waist and ass and thighs.

   "Dave, I love you," she said.  The head of my dick was at the entrance
of her pussy.  She started pushing downward.  I felt the head encounter
delicious wet tightness as it pushed its way into a place no man had ever
been.  Her brown eyes were sparkling.  She was biting her bottom lip,
concentrating.  Her mouth came open.

   "Ahhh!" she uttered.  Another push.  Her pubic arch hit mine.  She
halted her effort.  Smiled.  Eased down into my arms.  "Dave, we're...
mated."

   I stroked her sassy brown bob.  "Yes, little one, we are.  I will never
do this with another woman."

   "You'll be the ONLY man that's ever there, Dave," she said.  She gave a
little wiggle.  "It feels gooood."

   "I was hoping you liked it.  YOU feel good."

   She moved a bit more, experimenting, finding that some of our sex play
from before was almost a direct translation to what she NEEDED right now,
and her athletic hips and legs went to work.  I loved the sensation.  Her
movements found the right configuration and she started a rhythm.  the
bottom lip was pulled behind white teeth as her concentration returned,
this time for a wholly different reason.

   My own hips couldn't remain immobile under this stimulation.  I started
pumping upward into her.  Her eyes told me that she not only noticed this,
but that she approved and our mutual motions became more frantic,
insistent.

   "Baby," she gasped.  "My first time.  Nnnnghhhh.  It's not s'pose ta be
THIS GOOD!"

   "Oh, yes, Ronni doll," I answered.  "Ohgod..."

   "Hnnnghhhh, ohgodDave....  Ohhhhh, yessssss..." She rode me hard.  I
tried.  I tried to hold off for her, but it was too much...

   "RonniBaby... Dolllll, I'm... It's... Comingggggg!!!!" I thrust my hips
up, driving into her center.

   Her eyes squinched shut.  She was sucking her breath in through flared
nostrils.  "Ggggnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!  YES!" That last utterance was the reason
good hotels had soundproof walls.

   The walls of her virgin pussy clamped in spasmodic ripples around my
surging shaft as I jetted into her.  My own thrusts dwindled and she
collapsed into my waiting arms.  I held her, kissing her brown hair.

   "Little one, I love you," I said.

   When she raised her face off my chest, tears were coursing down her
cheeks.  "Oh, Dave, you don't know how many night and days I dreamed of
being here..."

   "Me too, little brown-haired girl.  And here we are."

   Her speech faculties had not yet returned.  She buried her face in my
chest and purred.  Finally, she said, "Was I... Was it okay?"

   "Okay?  Past okay, baby.  Better that I dared to dream.  You're
everything I dreamed of, and more."

   She held her hand up, looking at her ring.  "Married, Dave!  We're
REALLY married!" She entwined legs and arms around me, kissing me.  That
was wonderful, and we kissed and caressed and played until she announced
with a giggle, "Baby, it's gettin' hard again..."

   "What should we do about that?" I smiled.

   She smiled back, kissing me.  I had my hands grasping her waist.

   "It's yours, little one, for whatever use you might find for it."

   I was hard, and she was still oozing our combined juices and she slid me
inside her in one slick motion, my hard dick pushing aside the tight walls
of her pussy.

   "Ohhhhhh, that feels soooo good," she said.  "No wonder I hear Mom from
the other end of the house," she giggled.  "We made love.  Me an' you.  An'
I LOVED it!  An' now you're in me again!"

   The second time was slower as we gazing into each other's eyes,
exchanging sweet words, totally enraptured by our coupling.  We started out
repeating her initial position astraddle me, but then she lay in my arms
and tugged for me to roll atop her.  I did, finding the real gift of her
long athletic legs as she wrapped them around mine, trapping me inside her.
Like I needed to be trapped.

   I brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek.  "You are so incredibly
wonderful, Ronni.  How did I ever live next door to you without just
carrying you off?"

   She smiled.  "I know... It would've killed Mom an' Dad, but there were
times that I so much WANTED us to be havin' a little fence-hoppin' thing
going... an' when we were drivin' back from one of my tournaments, an' it
was just you an' me, I wanted so much to just put my arms aroun' you an'
kiss you an' let things just happen... and she gave her hips a happy
wiggle.

   I stroked in and out of her, urged by her encouragement, feeling her
insistent movements meeting my thrusts.

   "I'm soooo wet, baby," she giggled, "an' you're making it worse.  I LOVE
it!" from joyous play with us coupled together, experimenting with angles
and movements, we moved gradually on into rapture, where instinct took
precedence over conversation and our bodies took over.  She squealed
through another orgasm and I unloaded my second load of semen for the day
into her hot, eager pussy.

   Sure, in the several weeks since Ronni and I admitted our love for each
other, we'd played with each other.  Sex.  A lot.  Neither of us was a
stranger to an orgasm at the hands or mouth of the other.  But after we'd
consummated our marriage, it was like I inherited a new Ronni, an
insatiable little thing who seemed to LIVE for us to be entwined together,
connected by our genitals.  Our honeymoon cruise was wonderful.  We got out
of the cabin often enough to see the glorious scenery of the Inside
Passage, but I'm afraid we weren't much for social interaction.  I laughed
to myself after one dinner as we left the dining room, Ronni towing me by
one hand through the passageway to our cabin.

   "Dessert!" she said.  And what I ate was better than the finest of meals
in a royal banquet hall.

   I'm sure I WOULD have initiated lovemaking, but I never got a chance to.
How we ended up as we essentially were left immobilized after
earth-shattering orgasms, that would have been a sight.  One session had us
in luxurious sixty-nine, licking, sucking, nibbling each other to coming.

   The wonderful inactivity in the afterglow slid into an afternoon nap.  I
awoke a bit later with a long, sleek leg across my chest.  I dared not move
it, but I turned my face to put her thigh in a more comfortable position
and found a pink pussy slightly gapped open.  My nostrils flared as I
breathed in the scent of her sexuality, and I moved my face just slightly
closer, tasting the drying juices.

   I heard a purr as she stirred, semi-waking, unconsciously wiggling
herself closer to the pleasant feel.  When she was fully wakened, she was
already leaking a fresh dose of sweetly musky liquid.  I felt warm fingers
curl around my dick, causing it to go from semi-hard to fully erect.

   "What a way to wake up, baby," she purred.  And her mouth sucked me in.

   I rolled onto my back, carrying her back atop me and we ate each other.
Her face lifted clear of my dick and she said, "This is good, but I want
this in me, baby..."

   "I want it wherever YOU want it, sweetness," I said.  It was true.  I
wanted soooo badly to have Ronni make me come again, and I wanted to enjoy
the rapturous expression as she came for me.

   She started to move, but I captured her butt with my hands and gave her
pussy one last, sucking lick before letting her up.  This time we sat on
the bed, me cross-legged, her in my lap, impaled on my dick, her legs
wrapped around me, our mouths locked together as firmly as my dick in her
pussy had our lower ends coupled.

   I ran my hands over her short, sassy hair.  Every time our lips parted,
I saw those eyes, alive, twinkling, loving, a smile on her face.  This was
sex, mating for the pure joy of sharing one another's bodies in the most
intimate, caring of fashions and we started out smiling and giggling and
verbal, talking to each other in cute, teasing, loving language, and as was
the usual case, sometime during the giggling and cooing, our rocking
together pushed us into serious copulation.

   From our cross-legged intertwining, it was an easy move for her to push
me onto my back and straddle me, where Ronni proceeded to bring her girlish
athleticism into play, pounding and rubbing her pussy almost violently on
my rod, intent on HER own orgasm, and if Dave was going to get one, he
needed to work it into HER pattern.

   Was easily done, though.  When I opened my eyes, I saw a young, fit
body, smallish titties succumbing to the violent action of their owner by
giving me the slightest and sexiest of jiggles.  When I looked downward,
where her pubic mound was mashing into mine, when she rose, I saw my shaft
disappearing in between the turgid lips of her shaved and very lovely
pussy.

   Her hands were on my chest and every now and then, whether by reflex,
instinct or conscious design, she tweaked my nipples.  She tossed her head
back, clearing flaring hair from her face and opening her mouth.  "Ahhhhhh,
Daaaaave!  It's... I'm....Nnnnnngghhhhh!  Coming!"

   And that was time for me to release.  Her final, diminishing spasms
worked with a few of my own thrusts and I released my load deep into her.

   "Ahhhhhhh!  IFEELIT!  Baaabyyyyyy!"I hissed through clenched teeth.  The
'it' I felt was the rippling of her pussy walls.

   In the sweet silence afterward, we savored each other, the air heavy
with the smell of hot, musky sex.  She put her fingers on my cheek and
turned my face to hers, gently kissing me.

   "Dave, she said, "Eat me.  Suck the juice out of me.  Make me come
again."

   The 'juice' in question was oozing out of her pussy as only the head of
my softening dick remained lightly gripped by her plump pussy lips.

   "Come up here," I said.  "Straddle my face."

   I thought she'd simply move straight up my torso, but instead, the swung
herself around to a sixty-nine, presenting me with a feast of milky and
clear secretions.  I pulled her pussy down on my face and started partaking
of the feast.

   She sucked in a short, sharp breath.  "Yes!  THAT'S what I want.  Eat me
out." She lowered her face toward my satiated member and sucked the whole
soft thing into her mouth, washing it with her tongue.  Similar activity
insured my balls were freed from the slick film of our mutual ecstasy.  And
it ended with her shuddering through another orgasm.

   She lay back , mouth slightly open, staring at the ceiling.

   "Dave, baby," she said, "did you ..." she paused, "Is it good for
you..."

   "Ronni," I said, "there were times that I hated myself for thinking
about what it would be like to make love with you, but I thought about it
anyway.  The truth, the reality, it's better than I imagined."

   "You were married before..." she sighed.

   We'd had this conversation before, about my marriage, but not the sexual
aspect of it.  I closed my eyes, remembering my first wife, and yes, we had
good sex.  But Ronni... oh, god, wonderful, bright, happy, enthusiastic
Ronni.  "Baby,' I said, "I can erase ALL that.  THIS is better.  YOU are.
NOTHING there compares with YOU.  You're prettier.  You're smarter.  You
make me happier.  I love you MORE, HARDER, MORE passionately... And in YOUR
arms I can look into forever..."

   She rolled onto her side, facing me.  Smothered me, showered me with
little kisses.

   "Like THAT," I smiled.  "You just DO things that melt me."

   "Do I wanna do it too much, baby?" she asked, amid another flurry of
kisses.

   "No, little one.  I wish I stayed hard ALL day and ALL night.  I'd never
be... I'd ALWAYS be inside of you."

   She smiled a little smile.  "We can do that," she said, "if I get to
define 'inside'." She read the questioning look on my face.

   "Like this," she giggled, bending down to take my soft dick in her
mouth, again.  She gave me a loving suck then popped back up.  "Just 'cuz
we're doin' this, it doesn't HAVE to be 'til we come, you know... I love
when you just touch me an' lick me down there.

   "What about here," I asked, lowering my face to suck in a pert nipple.

   Giggle.  "That too!" she wiggled under the stimulation.  "'Course, you
like that, too!" getting into position to mutually suckle each other's
nipples as only a short glide to full sixty-nine, because, as my sweet
Ronni said, "It's fun!  Feels good, just like that.  Don't have to COME
ever' time." But SHE came.

   Early evening came and we wandered down to partake of the dinner buffet,
then spent a bit of time at the rail watching the forested coastline pass
by.

   Our week was soon, too soon, over and we winged our way back home.

   Walking into OUR house, I saw that somebody'd given me and my new wife a
wonderful present: the place, though normally pretty clean, was immaculate,
the air sweet with the scent of bowls of potpourri, the bed changed and the
covers turned back.

   Ronni giggled.  "This has got "Mom" written all over it.  She picked up
the phone and dialed.

   "Hi, Mom!" she said.  "Looks like elves have come in and cleaned our
house." Pause.  "Uh-huh." Pause.  "Okay, we'll come over for dinner."
Pause. "I KNOW it's only three o'clock right now." Giggle.  "Gives us a
couple of... hours..." giggle.  "Love ya, Mom!  Bye!"

   "You just told your mom that we're gonna spend two hours in bed before
dinner?"

   Ronni giggled some more.  "And we ARE.  I haven't had my 'Dave' time
since we left the hotel this morning.  And the house?  It was Mom an' YOUR
sister..." She looked at the pristine sheets on the bed.  "We did LOT of
stuff on our bed, Dave," she smiled.  But not THE thing..." She started
unbuttoning her blouse.  "I think we need to initiate it."

   I was already shucking my clothing.  She was lounging back on the bed,
waiting for me.  I crawled in the bed, already hard, a fact that she noted
with another little giggle.  Her outstretched arms signaled how she wanted
this to proceed.  I knelt between those long, firm legs, bent forward and
kissed her, then each of her perky breasts in turn.  I looked down between
her legs past her plump mound and saw her pussy lips gaping open,
glistening in expectation.

   "I love you, Dave."

   "I love you, Ronni.  My perfect little Ronni." 'Plain' Ronni had
disappeared soooo many weeks ago... I eased down, not even venturing a hand
to guide me into her.  A couple of flexes of my hips dragged my engorged
head between her lips, coating it with hot, slick juice.  The tiniest
wiggle put the head of it into her opening and her hips rose, enveloping
me.

   "MmmmmmDave... lay down on me.  Possess me." We made soft, sweet love,
our orgasms coming in quick succession.

   In the waning glow, we snuggled.  She turned her sweet face to me.  "NOW
it's OUR house.