Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Nina Chapter 4 I woke again after midnight when the nurse made her rounds. When the nurse walked in, Nina woke up and stood by me. My fever was drastically down and I was feeling much better. Morning came, and so did my regular doctor. "Well, Mister Dan, you had one raging case of strep throat. Could've been really bad if you hadn't gotten to the emergency room." Nina interjected, "I found him almost unconscious ... He missed our date..." Doctor Regan laughed. "He'd HAVE to be unconscious to miss a date with YOU." He turned to me. "Keep 'er, Dan." "I have to," I said. "She saved my life." Nina sidled up to me and put her hand on my cheek. "He's MINE," she announced. The doctor smiled wryly at that pronouncement. "Well, he's gonna go home today. He's gonna be weak for a few days. You see that he's taken care of, okay?" I looked at Nina. Nina looked at me. She smiled. "Sure will!" Doctor Regan said, "I'll go sign your charts and get you checking out. You'll have some prescriptions for a week or so. And if you start hurting again, call me and come back in. Don't wait until you're hallucinating this time." "Okay," I said. "Is he contagious?" Nina asked. "Have you shared a drinking glass or something in the last week?" he asked. "Yes, something like that..." Nina smiled. Me too. I remember having her tongue searching the inside of my mouth two nights ago. "Then he's not contagious to you." "Good. Thank you, doctor!" She watched him leave and then came to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I'll take care of you," she said. An hour later I was walking, still shaky, out of the hospital, Nina carrying a bag in one hand, her other arm wrapped around mine like she was supporting me. She sat me in the foyer and went for my car, parked it, and came in to retrieve me. "I'm NOT helpless," I complained. "Doctor's orders. Said to take care of you." She held the door as I got in the passenger seat, closed the door, then climbed in the driver seat. "Let's go home," she looked at me, smiling. On the way home she drove through the pharmacy drive-thru and dropped off my prescriptions. "I'll come back and get these for you after I get you home, babe," she said. We got home. I wasn't used to being a passenger in MY car, but Nina did a perfectly good job of driving. And I was still riding down off a Demerol haze, and that helped. She got out first, unlocked the front door, then helped me into the house. "Go get in bed," she ordered. I went in the bedroom and undressed myself, then crawled under the covers. I was immediately joined by Sam the cat. He formed a cat loaf beside me, waiting to be petted. I obliged. Even old yellow tomcats need love. I heard Nina on the phone talking. "Yes, Grandma," she was saying, "I brought him home from the hospital. No, he's gonna be okay. The doctor told me to take care of him. Said he's gonna be shaky for a few days. No, ma'am. I'm gonna stay here. My guy's sick. I need to be here. Okay. I love you, Grandma. Thanks for worrying about me. Bye." It sounded like I had around the clock care. She appeared in the bedroom door. "Are you okay, babe?" she asked. "Better. Sweetie, I'll be alright by myself. Really. Don't get crosswise with your grandma." She giggled. "She ASKED me if I wanted to stay here and take care of you. Didn't sound surprised when I said I was." She approached. "D'you mind if I sit on your bed?" "Uh, no," I answered. She picked up the pants I'd discarded on the floor and hung them on a hanger, depositing my wallet on the dresser. "We can't be messy now," she grinned. And she sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my face. "Yesterday you were burning up, babe. And turning colors. I was SO worried." "You handled things very well," I said. "I don't know what would have happened without you." "You're my guy, babe. It's what I'm supposed to do." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, pulled back, then returned, kissing me lightly on the lips. "Mmmmm," she said. She sat back up. "Can I get you anything? Coke? Juice? Soup?" "Maybe later, babe. I'm tired." I was. I let my head sink into the pillow. Almost a surprise was Nina kicking off her shoes and laying down in the bed beside me, although she remained on top of the covers, I underneath them. She kissed my cheek. "Rest, baby. I need to go get your medicine at four. I set my cellphone. I'm tired, too." She snuggled against me and against all odds I was too tired to react. We went to sleep for the first time together. Two hours later we both awoke to the sound of the alarm of her cellphone. I told her to take my wallet with her to pick up my prescription. Heading out, I heard her holler, "Root beer float?" "Yes!" I hollered back. She remembered a treat we'd shared together on a previous Sunday outing. I sank back down into the pillow and drifted on the edge of sleep for a while longer. I must have drifted a bit deeper because I was gently stirred by a soft hand on my shoulder and a gentle "Babe?" in my ear. I opened my eyes. "Can you sit up? I brought you a root beer float." "Uh, lemme get to the table, babe." "You feel strong enough?" "Yeah. I'm getting better." I stood up. And realized that I was clad only in my skivvies. "Oops!" I exclaimed, turning my back to her. "Here's you some shorts, babe. And don't get all embarrassed. I dressed you yesterday. I saw you closer then..." "How close?" Giggle. "I couldn't get your shorts up until I pushed things in place." I turned red. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. It was all very clinical." She smirked as I pulled on my shorts and buttoned and zipped up. We headed into the living room. "Sit in your chair and sip this, babe," she smiled. "I'll get your pills." I sat down and kicked the recliner back and let ice cream and root beer sooth the soreness out of my tortured throat. Nina handed me three multi-colored pills and I chased them down with more for the drink "So," she said, "since I'm spending the night, where do I sleep?" She had a sweet expression and a look I was trying to decipher. "Uh, that's a problem, babe," I said. I only have the one bed. One of us gets the sofa. Or this chair. Or..." "Or I could just quit being silly and we BOTH sleep in our ... uh, YOUR bed." "Sweetie, You know I love you, but I'm a bit sick, not dead. Both of us in bed..." She touched my lips with her fingers. "Shush! I think I know what I'm doing..." "B-but..." "But nothing! I just spent twenty-four hours with you. I looked at you in a hospital room with IV's in you and worried about you. And I got to thinking. I asked myself some questions. And I answered them. You only have to answer one..." "Question?" "Yes. One question." "What, baby?" I looked at those improbably blue eyes. She could ask me to slit my wrists and I'd do it for her. "Are we..." I jumped ahead. "Nina. Will you marry me?" "That answers my question." "Answer mine." "Yes," she said. "I told Grandma last night that if you were okay, I'd ask YOU." "You planned to ask ME?" I, well she DID tell me she loved me. But marriage? "Yes. I planned. I mean, it's been a month ... some people wait years. And some people get married after meeting overnight in Vegas. And we're not even drunk." I took a long sip of my drink. She sucked on her own straw and looked at me, eyes twinkling. "You've talked to your grandma? About me?" "Yes. About you. She and I talk about stuff, Dan. Everything. My mom. Her life. Her mistakes. Men. Grandpa died seven, no eight years ago. He was quite bit older than Grandma. She said she never regretted marrying an older man, that they'd had the greatest life together." "Really? "Yeah. But she told me like she tried to tell Mom. Not just ANY man. I told Grandma that in all the time we spent together, all you ever did was kiss me and hold me, and she said that meant that you weren't after sex with an eighteen year old girl. That you must love me." "I do love you." She smiled sweetly. "Not lust?" "Babe, it is easy to lust after you. You're pretty. But love first ... If I never laid a hand on you, never kissed you, I'd adore you anyway." I heard her straw sucking dry. She got up. Took my own empty cup from me and went to the kitchen to dispose of them. She returned. "Is your lap okay?" "Yes, my love," I said. She scooted into my lap and kissed me lightly. Her nose wrinkled. "What?!?!?" I asked. "Babe, I forgot. You were doing chills and fever yesterday. You sweated. A lot. My baby's pretty rank. You need a bath. I'm sorry..." "Oh, I'm sorry, too, babe. I should've known." "It's okay, babe," she said. "I've smelled you sweaty before. That's okay ... kinda musky ... I dunno, almost, uh, sexy. But this is different." "Because I was sick, babe." She looked thoughtful. "Yeah. Makes sense. "D'you think you're up to a shower?" "I think I can do a shower." She got up out of my lap and I lowered the recliner and stood. I was feeling better. MUCH better. "I'll go take a shower, baby," I said. "Call me if you get woozy," she said. I grabbed a change of clothes and went into the master bathroom and started the shower. I undressed and got in. For minutes I stood there, breathing the steamy air in, letting hot water push some of the achiness out of my body. And the door slid open. And a naked Nina stepped in. Completely nude. Deliciously, wildly unclothed. Her arms folded across her breasts. "Nina!" I exclaimed. "You..." "I thought you might need help." "Oh, god, Nina!" I wrapped her naked body in my arms. "This is a big step, Dan, my love ... You gotta know..." "I know..." She grabbed a washcloth and soap. "I really AM going to help you." She slathered up the cloth and started. Giggle. "A lot more to you than Jimmy..." Jimmy was her babysitting charge, now maybe five years old. She sat on my shower bench. It was BIG shower. I'd bought the house from an older couple who'd put in amenities for old age, and old people don't do tight showers. And for the first time, I thanked my lucky stars for the goofy seat in the shower. Water spray slicked Nina's hair against her head. "Leg," she said, slapping my left leg. I lifted it. She soaped and washed my left leg. My dick was about two-thirds hard by now, inches from her face, and she was studiously ignoring it. "Right leg." She repeated the ablutions. She washed my back, my arms, my stinky pits, reached up and shampooed my hair, and I was beginning to wonder exactly what manner of girl I'd gotten. Then she sat back down and hooked a hand behind my thigh. And lathered... "I'm thinking that I don't want to use a washcloth here." And she gently lathered my balls and my dick. "Turn around." I didn't want to turn around. I wanted her to touch me forever. But I turned around. And she lathered my butt, running fingers inside the crack. "Gotta get you clean," she smiled, turning me around. She took the telephone showerhead and rinsed me. "Can you wash me?" Oh, man, could I. But I replicated her careful indifference, no more lingering over those "B" cup titties, I lathered over quarter-sized areoles and noted that the ministrations of the washcloth and soap perked her pink nipples up like little strawberries. I noted, too, the soft dark hair sparsely sprinkled on her mons, and as I lathered washed her pussy, I heard her draw a sharp breath when my fingers first touched those puffy, pink lips. After shampooing her hair, I carefully rinsed her off. "Time to get out," she said. "I hope I helped okay." I got out behind her, fully erect. I opened the linen cabinet and pulled out towels, handing her two, one for her hair, one for the rest of her. And another for me. I didn't make a move to get out of the bathroom, and neither did she. As I dried off, I was overrun with mixed feelings. This was truly unique. We were both absolutely nude, seeing each other for the very first time. "Let me get your back, Dan." I let her. "Your turn," I said, and I dried hers. She'd done her best on her hair. It was still wet, but she reached into her purse and pulled out a brush. "I'm gonna need a hair dryer if I do this again," she smiled. She brushed her hair to clear the tangles, but short hair doesn't tangle badly. "Just a sec," I said. I rummaged in the back of a cabinet. "Here's one. Hasn't been used for hair, though. She looked at me questioningly. "Seriously. I dry wet boots with it." She laughed. "Okay. I don't want a second-hand hair dryer." And she plugged it in, and I said, "Sit!" She perched on the bathroom's stool and I dried and brushed her hair. "That's good," she said, turning around. And when she turned around, my semi-hard dick was just a bit below her eye level. And her eyes looked down. And she looked up. And stood and draped her long arms lovingly around my neck. "You're feeling better, huh..." and kissed me. And her body formed against mine and the semi-hard dick disappeared, replaced by one that could possibly cut diamond. "Uh, babe," I said, "I am fast running out of self-restraint." "Me, too," she purred into my ear. "But I'm a little scared, Dan..." I didn't let her out of my arms. "Babe, you're beautiful, the most beautiful creature I've ever held in my arms, more beautiful to me than I ever imagined. But if ... We don't have to do anything. Not until our wedding night." She whispered in my ear, "Dan, this IS our wedding night. I love you." "I love you, Nina. D'you really mean this?" One word escaped her lips. "Forever." "Forever it is, Nina ... Mrs. Gleason." I followed as she walked back into the bedroom. "Are you feeling okay, Dan? I mean, you were really sick." "And I feel really okay, Nina." "I don't want you to die on our wedding night, babe." "I promise I won't die." She pulled back the covers and slid to the middle of the bed. "I don't think I could've kept my hands to myself tonight if I slept with you, babe." "Me neither. And I was afraid that I'd scare you or something." I crawled into the bed beside her. She took my face between her hands and stared into my eyes. "Babe," she said. "I just said I was going to spend the night in your bed. Don't you just think that I might expect things to happen from that?" "I see you as so innocent, Nina." She smiled. "I love that, Dan. And in a lot of ways, I am. But I ... I know about sex. And love. And the difference. And I know that you and me, we're putting them together. There is no "sex" for me. And you. Only love." And her hand touched my hardness. She kissed me and I kissed back, our tongues weaving intricately together. "Mmmmmm, Dan..." I stroked her shiny, sweet-smelling hair. "My Nina. Really my Nina." My hand slid down her back and over the smooth, succulent curve of her butt. I couldn't help but squeeze. "Mmmm ... I've wanted you to OWN me, Dan. I want to be YOUR woman." Her hand, her fingers explored the shaft she held. I groaned. "Oh, god, Nina. I've wanted you. How I've wanted you. This way, too..." She pushed me gently onto my back. "Dan," she said, "I don't know what I'm doing, babe. I'm serious. You're the very first. When I touched you in the shower, that's the first time I've touched one over four years old. I don't know anything except what I've heard." "Oh, god, Nina ... You just turned me into a virgin myself. Your hand ... it's perfect. Let's learn each other together." I looked at her face, seeing her glow, and I kissed her. Then her neck. I knew her neck. I felt shivers run down her body from my lips touching, sucking gently. She returned the favor, except she knew that I liked to feel her teeth biting into me. "It's throbbing," she whispered. "Did it do that before?" "Every time you kissed my neck, little one." "Oh, Dan ... I didn't know..." "Baby ... It's a GOOD thing..." Her fingers left my dick and explored my balls. Gently. Curving, cupping, tugging lightly. "Like that?" "Yes, like that. Don't squeeze hard. They're sensitive." "I've heard that. I'll be careful." "I know you will." I cupped one delicious breast, letting my thumb gently circle the nipple. She moaned. "Oh, Mmmmm ... Dan..." My lips moved from her throat, softly down her chest to nuzzle the soft mounds. Her hand went to the back of my head and gently urged me. My lips found a nipple. Waiting. I kissed. "Mmmmmm ... suck..." I sucked. My tongue circled and teased. I felt her shivering. I gently moved a hand down the softness of her belly, my fingertips lingering in the soft hair on her mons. I kept working on her titties, first one, then the other, then my lips moved downwards to feast on her navel. Then a kiss lower... "Oh, godddddd, Dan ... You'd ... I ... I've ... dreamed about..." I planted a kiss on her mons, just a fraction of an inch above the beginning of her slit. "This?" I asked. "Or this?" I kissed the beginning of her slit. "or..." and I let my tongue seek out the moisture that was glistening the length of her womanhood. "Oh, god, yesssss..." I moved in the bed, lying between her legs as she quivered in expectation, and I savored her wetness. Every sense of mine was tuned to the joys of Nina's body. I looked at her beauty. Felt the quivers of expectation running through her. Heard her whimpers and sighs. Smelled her musk, and then I tasted. Nectar. She threw her thighs apart, opening herself wide, her fingers clawing at the back of my head, pulling me into her. I licked and sucked, laving her labia with my tongue and lips, and then I gently prodded her little erect clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She bucked up against me. "Yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "There." I stopped for a second. "Oh please, Dan. There. Please do me." And I did her. Virgin pussy. Delicious. And responsive. And she came. Hard. I let her surges stop, then flicked her button again. And she clapped her hands on the back of my head, "uh-huh! Yes. Again!" And I complied. This time her shudders were accompanied by "Nnnnnggghhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" and a collapse. I moved up beside her and cuddled her to my chest. "Mmmmmmm. Oh, Dan..." Her fingers found my dick and she stroked its length. I let her breath for a minute. Longer. "Dan. I want you ... us." She gave my dick a little tug. "Babe. Nina, my love, if we ... you only get to give this away once..." "It's yours, Dan." She kissed me. "I'm yours. It's been yours all my life. I'm ... it's time..." "It could hurt." "I don't think it will. I want you." "Then you get on top of me. That way YOU get to go as fast as you want." She gave it no thought. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I looked up at feminine perfection. That outrageous hair. Those bangs above blue eyes, freckles sprinkled whimsically across her nose. I wanted to sink myself into her. Now. But I wanted HER to be in control. This was her time to make us one. She worked her wet pussy back and forth over the underside of my shaft, smearing delicious juice over me, mixing hers with mine. Her hips took an insistent motion and she was biting her bottom lip. "Dan! This is GOOD!" She slid back and forth happily, then stopped and raised up. Her hand went between us, guiding my dick towards her waiting hole. And she eased down. I felt the head squeeze into nirvana. Her eyes closed in concentration, still biting her bottom lip, wiggling hose hips, forcing downward. I felt the head inside of her. She rose, withdrawing, then easing back down. Two inches. Up. Back down. She breathed. And further down. And up. And further down. I felt the kiss of her pubic arch against mine. Her eyes opened. "Gahhhh, Dannnn. You're in me..." She rocked. I realized that there was no definitive sherry-popping moment. I was just in her. All the way. Her face changed to smiles. She sat right there, not moving. "I love you, babe," I said. "You okay? No hurt?" "Nuh-uh," she said, then just a little hip movement. And she slid up and down my shaft, then back and forth, looking for HER motion. And found it. And I joined in, seeking MY orgasm inside her. Her motions complemented my own and I felt the building fires. Her hips pounded me as I plunged upward into her. "Gahhh, Dannnnn ... I ... I ... Nnnngghhhh!" and I spurted. Hard. Deep. She kept her motions and I felt deep muscular contractions in her pussy. My own surges dwindled to a glow in my groin and she fell into my arms, her cheek on my chest. I kissed her head. "My Nina," I said. "I am," she sighed. "You own me. I'm yours. You've got every bit of me." I sighed. "And you have all of me, too, little one." We basked in our mutual rapture for a while. Finally she slid off to my side and I rolled to face her. Our lips met. Long minutes, our lips locked, out tongues lazily teasing each other. Finally, with a sigh, we pulled apart. "Nina," I said. "I was serious. Married." "Dan," she said. "This ... this is what used to seal a marriage. We chose each other, and consummated our bond." She looked at me with love in her eyes. "But yes, let's make it right for the world to see. Soon. Like before the end of June. Okay?" "Yes, Mizz Gleason." She giggled and kissed me. "I like that," she said. "Just a second." She got up and went to the bathroom. I heard water running for a minute, then she came back in with a wet washcloth. "We made a mess, babe. Lemme clean you up." She gently wiped the stickiness of our lovemaking up. "I had a little blood. I guess I didn't try hard enough." "Try what?" I asked. "I knew about that hymen thing and how it was supposed to hurt, so I've been trying to stretch it all out. You're bigger than my finger." "You've been planning this?" "Dan," she said matter of factly, "I knew we'd eventually make love. I wanted it to be good, not painful. I read some stuff, and I tried to make sure that our first time was good." "You're a smart one," I said. I kissed her. I felt a hand stroking me back to hardness. She backed her face away. "Let's love again, babe..." Her mouth fastened to my neck and her teeth bit into me. I shuddered. I knew I was hard again. Her fingers wrapped me, stroking, then she cupped my sack again. I eased a hand down to her cleft and explored with a fingertip. "You're not sore?" "Mmmm. A little. But I want..." Her fingers left my sack and tugged my dick. "this..." She tugged me as she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. The hand that had been fondling me guided my hardness into her. She exhaled a sigh. "Ahhhhhh..." "Nina, you feel so good..." "Do I, babe? Are you happy with me?" "God, yes, little love. And the fact that I'm in the most wonderful place I've ever been has nothing to do with it. But I am perfectly happy with you, Nina." I felt her wiggle beneath me, her pelvis pushing her pussy up to plunge me further inside her. Our pubic bones met. Long, muscular legs wrapped wound me. I started slow strokes in time with her hips and looked into her eyes. I found lust and adoration and her face was smiling for me. I melted. Well, at least my heart did. Another part was quite hard. And it was stroking into nirvana. She hauled my face to hers and our lips merged. I caressed her head and face as we kissed. Her hands were on my hips, urging me into her as she bucked against me seeking her release, her clit rubbing against the shaft of my plunging dick. Our lips broke apart. "Hnnnnnghhhhhh ... ohgodohgodohgod ... Dannn ... Nnnnghhhhhh!" I kept stroking. I was close. Very close. I felt her fingers dig into me and I went over the edge, squirting hard, deep inside her. After that first surge from my body, all I could manage were a few feeble thrusts as my orgasm turned from squirt to dribble. I wrapped her in my arms and rolled us over, putting her on top of me. "Baby ... MY baby..." I said. "I am," she whispered. "I really am." My hands glided over her smooth curves from her shoulders, down along her waist, over the sweet curves of her butt, to her thighs. She brought her own hands up and cupped then on the sides of my face. She kissed me, grinning, and then nodded, pressing our foreheads together. "I love you, babe," I said. "I love you too," she smiled. "Is it always this good?" "No, babe." Her pretty brow wrinkled. "No?" "Babe, it was NEVER this good. It's better than it ever was." "Dan, you're just saying that. It's okay, baby. I know you've been with other women." I ran my fingers up her neck and tangled them in that distressingly brown hair. "You didn't listen, babe. It's like YOU are my first. Like I really experienced love-making for the first time." "It IS my first time." She giggled. "Well, counting an hour ago, my second." "Little one, it erased every memory I ever had of another woman. My life begins with you." "Good!" came her reply. "Makes it easier that way." Her lopsided grin was infectious. I was smiling so hard my face hurt. She pushed her hands against my chest and sat back astraddle me. I ran my hands up her thighs, upward across her belly and cupped her titties. A little cloud crept across that perfect face. "Uh, babe, I'm not very big there." She covered my hands with hers as I played with the firm flesh. "Guys like big ones, don't they?" "Nope. Not necessarily. I don't. And yours are perfect." "Your hands feel good on them. And the first time your mouth ... gahhhh, Dan ... You acted like you were enjoying..." "I wasn't acting, Nina. It's like you're made for me. I hope YOU liked it..." She didn't answer with her words. She bent forward and pushed a perfect pink nipple into my mouth. Her hand cradled my head as I sucked and nibbled. She purred, "mmmmmmm" I shifted to the other and gathered another purr for me efforts. Finally she rolled off me and cuddled up to my side. "Tonight we sleep together, Dan." "I know, princess," I said. I moaned as her hand found my soft dick. Giggle. "It's mine. I get to play with it, huh?" "Yes, it is, babe," I said. "I'll be back," she said, bounding out of the bed and grabbing the washcloth we'd used after our previous coupling. I heard the water running, then she returned to the bed and began to wash my dick and balls clean. "I did me, too," she laughed. "Will it always be messy like this?" "I'm afraid so, babe. You get juicy when you get excited, and so do I. And when I come ... you make me do a lot." "Coming. I've heard that term being used before. Mom and her "friends" weren't very quiet. But now I know why ... I don't think I could be very quiet either, love. Not when YOU make me do it." I looked at her with the obvious question on my lips. "Yeah, I know ... I do that sometimes. Not much ... until lately..." "Lately?" I asked. "Yeah. Remember that first time we really kissed?" "The day I took you to work?" Uh-huh. Dan, I went home ... and I ... I felt kinda nasty doing it because I was thinking of kissing you. And..." "I did the same thing, babe. And felt just as guilty." "We don't have to feel guilty now, do we?" "Not any more, babe," I said. "You have exceeded the fantasies..." "You have too, babe. I mean, I imagined how it would be, and I knew what uh ... coming felt like when I played with myself, but I wasn't prepared for how it just takes over my whole body..." She hooked a leg over mine and hauled herself halfway back on top of me and attacked me with a passionate, hungry kiss. "I didn't miss it because I didn't know it. Now I know." "I know ... I had fantasies in my head, Nina, and I tried so hard NOT to. But now I realize that I can't dream as good as reality with you..." Her hand was now back on my dick and it was stirring. She giggled. "It's coming back alive." She shifted lower on my torso, propped up on one elbow, her free hand fondling me. "I can look at it now. I never looked at one before." She looked at me with a little girl twinkle in her eyes. She grinned, showing her even teeth. Her soft strokes and the proximity of her face to the head of my dick combined to get me hard again. "I love the way the skin is so soft, and it's so hard underneath. And it slides." "That feels real good, babe." "Does it?" She examined me further at close range. "This is so neat. The tip is soft..." Her fingertips brushed over the rounded head and traced the coronal ridge, following it to the underside, to the most sensitive spot. I moaned. "Is that a good spot?" she asked, grinning. "Oh, yeah," I gasped. "Can I squeeze?" "Yes," I said. "Squeeze. Start at the bottom and squeeze and slide the skin up to the tip." Squeal! She did that. And a big drop of clear pre-cum escaped the tip. "Wow!" she squealed. "I MADE stuff come out. That's not your, uh ... semen?" "No, babe. That's just lubricant. Makes it slide inside you easier. The semen doesn't come out until orgasm. When I come." Then it occurred to me that I hadn't old her everything... "Babe, there's one thing I haven't told you ... About my ex-wife." She sat straight up, releasing my dick. Turning her attention to me, losing the wonderful adoring, excited look, and I hated myself because now I was scared. I wanted to spend my life with this kittenish young woman in my bed, and there was one thing that I was going to tell her that could be the deal-breaker. "What, Dan?" Her eyes looked at me with a combination of love and fear. "Babe," I said, "When I got married the first time, I thought it was forever. And when she got pregnant and had our daughter, she had bad issues and they said she should never try to have another baby. So I got fixed. Vasectomy." Squeal! Giggle. "Is THAT all?" She dumped herself on top of me and showered me with kisses. "You scared me, Dan. I didn't know WHAT you were gonna say." "Babe," I said, "I can't give you a baby." "Dan Gleason! Get this! I don't WANT a baby! I want YOU!" I breathed a sigh of relief. "Babe, it's just like you thinking that all guys want girls with big titties. I thought all girls want babies." Her hair flared out to the sides as she shook her pretty head. "No, Dan. I thought about it. I mean, if YOU would have said you wanted one, I would have gone along with it if you insisted, but I know where babies come from, and how they get out, and I just can't imagine..." She looked down and I followed her eyes to that pink, recently virgin pussy, the lips open as she spread her legs. "I ... That scared the hell out of me." "I wouldn't want to wreck that either, babe, but..." A soft kiss landed on my lips. "Shush! I love you. Me and you, okay? And tomorrow I'm telling Grandma..." Another set of dark thoughts. I liked her grandma, and I could see all sorts of scenes that ended up with me being called names and a crying Nina and... "Babe, how's your grandma going to take this?" "You don't worry," Nina said. "We talked about the possibility already. You seem to be an acceptable choice, remember?" "Yeah, but I thought, like after a few months of courtship ... It's been three weeks..." "Just days on a calendar, love." Her eyes twinkled and her face was confident. "Now, where was I before we averted disaster?" Her grin was lascivious. "Oh, yeah." Her fingers encircled my soft shaft. Giggle. "I like it when it's soft. It's so CUTE!" It didn't stay soft for long. She remembered the instruction I've given her about a milking motion and there was another big drop of pre-cum glistening on the head. She looked at me. "So, if I was like, sucking on you, this stuff would be in my mouth?" My mind raced through a whole set of possibilities and the best of them were very pleasant. "Yes, it would." "Have you ever tasted it?" she asked, grinning. "Yes, I have to admit that. Salty. Not too awfully different from YOU. After all, our bodies are getting ready for the same thing." Bigger grin. "I know what I taste like." Her fingertip scooped the droplet off my dick and she stuck it in her mouth. Then her eyes twinkled and she grinned. "Just checking. You know I have to suck this." More grins as she shifted around. "You don't HAVE to, babe," I said, all the time inside going "please, please PLEASE suck me" in my head. "D'ya want me to?" Eyes questioned me. "Uh-huh. I'd love for you to try. If you want to." I watched that dark brown hair bounce as her head bobbed downward and an indescribable warmth enveloped my dick. I felt a tongue exploring inside her mouth. And she sucked and pulled back, releasing me with an audible pop. And looked at me, smiling, those blue eyes twinkling. "Well?" "Well, yourself. Yes? No?" Giggle. "Dan, this thing's MADE to suck on. And I tasted it. Mmmmmm." I smiled. She crawled up and kissed me. "We're going to learn everything about each other, huh, babe?" "You betcha..."