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 Nina

   Chapter 5

   Waking to find a soft, naked female form in bed after all these years as
a special joy.  When I gently explored the form with my fingers and her
eyelids fluttered and then opened and her first words were "I love you,
babe," the experience got richer.  We both had full bladders and made the
trip to the bathroom.

   Back in the bedroom, she turned into my arms and kissed me.  "Dan," she
said quietly, "I don't regret last night.  I do love you."

   "I don't regret it either, Nina.  And I was serious.  Marry me."

   Giggle.  "You ask me to marry you and we're both naked?"

   "Put your clothes on.  I'll ask you again after we go get breakfast."

   "Nuh-uh.  This comes first." And she pushed me backward onto the bed. 
She was all over me, sucking me to immediate hardness and then straddling
me and demanding that I serve her to orgasm, a task I joyously performed.
Her own orgasm left her collapsed in my arms, my emptied dick slowly
squeezed out of a perfectly tight pussy.

   She rolled off me and twisted, surveying the mess we'd made of each
other.  Two of her fingers dipped into the white slop oozing out of her
happy hole and she held them up and surveyed the results.  She looked at
me. "I suppose we need to find out, huh?" she smiled.  And she stuck her
fingers, laden with her juices and mine, into her mouth.  And smiled.  "Not
bad.  Now I know how to clean up our mess." She looked at me.  "Does it
gross you out to think of licking YOUR own juice?"

   I shook my head.

   "Can we, like, I do you and you do me?  At the same time?"

   "That's called sixty-nine."

   "I heard that before.  Now I think it's a pretty good idea."

   "You get on top of me, then." I was rewarded by the immediate presence
of a sopping, musky, freshly fucked pussy in my face.  Yes, that white ooze
was mine, along with some of the clear stuff mixed in with it, but a lot of
that juice was the woman I loved, and it was US, and I lapped happily, my
tongue causing shivers in her body.  And I felt her tongue and lips
performing the same functions on me.

   Finished, we were in each other's arms.  Her dark hair was splayed out
on my chest as we breathed in unison.

   "Babe?"

   "Yes, my love?" I responded.

   "Breakfast would be nice now."

   "Uh, babe, we need to shower.  We smell like an orgy."

   "Yah think?!?!?  Shower?  Isn't that how this all got started?"

   I laughed.  "I don't know.  I haven't had a blood supply to my brain
since you opened the shower door last night."

   She started to get out of bed, pausing to give me two kisses.  One of
them was on my lips.

   The shower this morning was wonderfully sensual.  Nina wasn't the least
bit bashful now and we soaped and rinsed and soaked and kissed and hugged
under the warm spray.  Afterward we dried each other and while I shaved she
dried her hair.  We got in another couple of hot, nude kisses before we got
dressed.

   In the car, I was definitely well enough to drive, and we headed out
towards a breakfast of pancakes at a nearby eatery.  Nina flipped open her
cellphone.

   "Hi, Grandma.  Yeah, he's MUCH better.  No, we're going out for
breakfast.  Yes, I got a good night's sleep.  So did he.  No, when we get
finished, we're coming by there.  We need to talk with you.  Uh-huh.  Yeah.
That talk.  I love you, Grandma.  You're the best.  Okay.  Bye."

   She turned to me.  I had the questioning look on my face again.  "She
knows what we're going to talk about."

   "What are we going to talk about?  Me and you getting married?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "But, Dan, I wanna know..."

   "What, babe?"

   "Do you have a problem with me moving in?  Before we're married?  I
mean, some people have ...  objections..."

   "Babe," I said.  "You said it yourself last night.  In another day and
time, we'd have walked out of the house this morning, gone to meet our
friends and family and just said, "We're married" and wrote it down in the
family Bible and waited for the travelling preacher or judge to make it
official."

   "So you think we're married?"

   "Do you intend for us to be together forever?"

   She said simply, "Yes."

   "So do I.  We're married.  Let's go eat pancakes."

   She laughed at the incongruity.

   We were seated in a booth in the rear of the restaurant, per my request,
and I ordered coffee for starters.

   "Me, too," Nina said.

   "I didn't know you drank coffee, baby."

   "Every now and then." We sipped steaming mugs of the best commercial
coffee in town, but I was missing my home-roasted stuff.  I told Nina so.
"You'll have to show me how to make, it, babe."

   "You got it."

   "Uh, just in case you're wondering, Mr.  Gleason," she said, "I can
cook. Grandma showed me how."

   "Really?"

   "Really," she said.  "I'm thinking that when you're at work, I will cook
and take care of your house this summer.  And start college in the fall."

   I looked at her.  I shouldn't have been amazed, but every hour I spent
with Nina I found more and more depth of thinking.  "You sound like you've
got it planned."

   "I changed my plans.  The part about taking care of YOU." She sighed. 
"And I wish I had a bigger scholarship.  I can get through the first two
semesters with my scholarship and what I've saved.  But I was going to get
another job or do student loans."

   I smiled.  Here was going to be my first chance to share our lives. 
"You just became eligible for another scholarship."

   She looked at me quizzically.  "How so?"

   "You, Mrs.  Gleason, are the first, and only, recipient of the Dan
Gleason Scholarship for Fledgling Engineers."

   Her smile was sweet.  "Dan, I didn't ...  it's not about money."

   "I believe you, Nina.  But you're my wife, and what husband wouldn't do
this for his wife?  It's settled.  Money isn't going to be your problem,
Nina."

   "Thank you, husband."

   The waitress that brought us our food and refills for the coffee
overheard that comment.  I was one of her regulars.  She looked at us both.
"Married?"

   Nina smiled.  "Mmm-hmmm ...  this is where he takes girls on a
honeymoon..."

   The waitress laughed.  "Well, Mister Dan, I'd've never figured you to
remarry.  But she's a doll."

   "Thank you," Nina chirped.  "Uh, Dan ...  extra tip..."

   The waitress walked away chuckling.  "Good one there, Dan!"

   We finished breakfast and paid the bill.  With an unusually generous
tip.

   I wasn't anything less than anxious about seeing Helen, but that was
next on the agenda, after Helen got back from church.  So we were sitting
in her living room when we heard the sound of her car in the drive.  I
stood up when she walked in.

   "Dan, you don't have to get up," she said.

   "I wanted to be in position to run," I said, smiling.

   "Oh, sit down.  You act like this is a surprise to me." She looked at
Nina.  "You didn't tell him?"

   "I told him some of it, Grandma.  I don't think he believes me."

   "Okay," said Helen.  "Dan, Three weeks ago I told you that you'd
collected a girlfriend.  Change that to wife.  I guess ...  You ARE
serious, aren't you?"

   "Confused.  But serious.  I owe her my life after Saturday.  And she
acts like she wants me."

   "I want him, Grandma."

   Helen looked at the two of us as Nina scooted against me on the sofa. 
"How soon?"

   Nina's turn.  "We get a marriage license tomorrow.  Then it's
seventy-two hours."

   Helen sighed.  "That fast, huh?" She looked at me.  Sighed again. 
"Well, I talked to Reverend Roberts after church this morning.  He said
he'd do it.  In his office if you want.  I'll make an appointment for
Thursday morning." She smiled at us.  "If that's not too soon."

   We responded almost in chorus, "Great!"

   "Uh, Dan," Helen said, fixing her eyes on me, "since you're not on
death's door this morning, am I to assume..."

   I hung my head.  Nina said, "Grandmaaaaa!"

   Helen snorted.  "That answers that, I guess."

   "Helen," I said, "I know this is a lot, but I want to move Nina in with
me.  We don't want to be apart anymore."

   "I kinda figured that from Miss Nina's conversation this morning.  Dan
...  Nina ...  You two will be good for one another.  Such as it is, you
have my blessing.  Nina, go pack some clothes and stuff.  I need to talk to
Dan again."

   Nina left.  Helen fixed me in her sights.  "Dan, I hope you're serious
about that little girl.  I told you before.  I will hunt you down.  For
real."

   "Helen," I said, "I wasn't looking for women before, and with Nina as my
wife, I damned sure don't have to look any further.  She's cute, and smart,
and self-confident, and lord only knows why she chose me, but I am truly
thankful.  But, how's this going to work for you?  You're losing your
grand-daughter..."

   "I'm not losing my grand-daughter, Dan.  She's eighteen.  I couldn't
keep her forever.  And big secret ...  Ed's been wanting us to go get
married, too ...  but I wasn't going to do that and move in with him until
I was sure Nina's okay."

   Nina was walking back in with a suitcase and a couple of shopping bags.
"And I'm okay.  So Ed's finally gonna be my new grandpa?"

   Helen smiled.  "Yeah, little girl, you're not the only one who can net a
guy..." She looked at Nina's load.  "You don't have to move it all today,
child."

   "'Kay, Grandma," Nina said.  "We'll be back.  I'll call."

   "You've got your key, too, honey," Helen said.  "If I'm not here."

   "Bye, Helen.  And thank you," I said as I took some of Nina's bags out
the door.  We loaded up into the SUV and drove home.  OUR home.  Inside I
started moving my things around, giving her the dresser, taking a chest of
drawers for myself.  I moved my clothes to one side of the walk-in closet,
and carried my winter cloths into the closet in the spare bedroom that was
my office.

   And Nina went into the bathroom and unloaded a dozen mysterious bottles
and vials of the substances women need and men can't identify.  And when I
stuck my head in the door to check on her, she laughed and pointed.  "Look!
TWO toothbrushes!"

   I remembered her glee at discovering ONE toothbrush, and I laughed.

   She faked a frown.  "So you think that's funny?"

   "Yes, I do.  A month ago, I was having a good but boring life, and then
one day at the park and an angel showed up..."

   She moved up to me and tiptoed to kiss me on my lips.  "Dan," she said,
"I know it's ...  this is not just supposed to be about sex ...  I mean, we
LOVE each other..."

   "Buuut..." I laughed.

   "But," she laughed back, "D'ya think we could get naked and..."

   I was already unbuttoning my shirt.

   "I take that as a "yes"," she said.  She looked over her shoulder
heading into the bedroom.  As she bent over to shove her pants down her
long legs, I grabbed her hips and pulled her against my hard dick, netting
me a peal of squeals and giggles.  She struggled loose and turned to me,
delightfully naked from the waist down.  Her arms looped around my neck and
tugged my face to hers and she purred "Mmmmmm" as we kissed.

   I turned us around and I sat on the bed and helped her unbutton her
blouse.  She pirouetted to present me her bra's strap for me to unhook.  I
unhooked her strap and twirled her back around as she shed her bra.  That
gave me access to a perfect pair of firm, rounded breasts.  I feasted, her
hands pulling my face into her chest.

   After I nursed on her for a couple of minutes, she knelt and gently
pushed my knees apart.  I shuddered in in anticipation of her next move as
she bent forward.  I wasn't disappointed.  I was transported to another
dimension as Nina sucked and licked and stroked me.  "Gahhhh, baby, I ...
I'm ...  uhhhhhhh..." Breathe "I'm gonna come."

   She halted her assault on my dick to look up at me and grin.  "Then you
just need to go ahead and do that," she giggled.  "I wanna see how it is to
do that to the man I love." And her head went back down.  My hands were on
the back of her head, not to force her or to even guide her.  Her
enthusiasm was working wonders, and all I wanted was to touch her as she
purred and moaned and sucked and stroked.

   I felt teeth gently tugging the skin of my dick up and down.  "Am I
biting too hard?  I wanna bite it a little bit, babe."

   "It's wonderful, doll," I said.  "I'm so close."

   "I can tell," she said, then her mouth took me again.  I felt my scrotum
draw up in her hand and the first surge shot out.  "Mmmmmm," escaped her
throat.  Her hand milked me in time with the second, third, fourth ... 
Each time she sucked, I squirted.  It dwindled to a flow and she kept
sucking until I was emptied, and then she pushed me backward on the bed and
kissed me.  I tasted traces of my orgasm in her mouth.  She straddled me
then lay down on top of me.

   "Mmmmm, babe," she smiled.  "D'ya know how great it is that I can do
that to you?"

   "Oh, baby," I answered.  "You're the greatest." We kissed, our hands
roaming freely over each other.  She moved from my lips to my neck and
worked me over, and I responded by pushing her over on her back and then
kissing my way down her body to her pubes.  She spread her legs and pulled
her knees up, opening herself to my mouth.  I feasted my way through three
orgasms before her hands stopped pulling me into her and gently denied me
further access.

   We lay in each other's arms.

   "Mid-afternoon," she sighed.  "Can we just stay in bed?"

   "Or we could go to the jewelry store and get something.  I never asked
you what kind of rings you wanted."

   Squeal.  And a sexy teen pressed herself into me.  "Rings?"

   "Yes, my dear ...  It is customary for a girl to get an engagement ring
and a wedding ring.  And her husband gets a wedding band."

   "That's all I want, Dan.  A simple wedding band.  No diamond.  No
engagement ring.  Just a plain little simple band that says that I have
given myself to somebody.  You."

   "Are you sure, babe?  I mean, anything you want..."

   "A band, Dan.  A gold band."

   "Okay, dearest," I conceded, "Besides, a diamond would only be a pale
beauty next to you." That got me another kiss.  "So, d'you wanna go?"

   She grinned wickedly.  "Nope.  I wanna come!"

   "Then get up here and turn around." She squealed with delight as we fit
ourselves together in a sweet sixty-nine.  Gamely she tried to keep sucking
on me as I tongued her juicy slit and started ministering to her clitty,
hidden as it was, just inside her sweet fold.  She pulled me out of her
mouth and held my dick against her cheek as she gasped through first one
orgasm, then another.

   After she came back to this planet, she swung around between my legs,
her face hovering over my crotch.  Asking questions about things before
her.

   She gently bounced my balls in her hand.  "Don't squeeze hard?" she
queried.

   "Very gentle.  But you're making them feel really good, tugging and
rolling them around like that."

   "Can I suck 'em?"

   "Gently.  More like just get one in your mouth and play with it using
your tongue."

   She tried.  "Good?"

   "Wonderful.  And you can grab the skin of the sack with your teeth and
gently bite and tug.  Bite about as hard as when you were sucking me while
ago."

   Giggles.  And delightful experimentation.  "So I take it that you liked
the biting part?"

   "Oh, god, yes.  Just perfect."

   "Then you won't be too mad about the teeth marks and bruises on your
neck, huh?"

   "It's worth it to me, babe.  You make me feel so good."

   She kept exploring, experimenting, turned my dick sideways and chewed
and sucked her way up and down the underside like it was an ear of corn. 
Worked her way around the corona with little nibbles.  Every time a droplet
of pre-cum appeared, she sucked it off, I was solidly, completely erect and
she decided it was time for a ride.

   "No, babe, let's try it this way.  Get on your hands and knees."

   "Uh, babe, I don't want it in my butt.  I mean, I've heard of that..."

   "Ain't exactly my thing, babe.  Just wait." I knelt behind her and
rubbed the head of my dick up and down her wet slit, causing her to purr.

   "Now THAT feels good," she said, then she gasped as I eased into her
from behind.  "Ahhhhh, Dan!  That's GOOD!" She was rocking on her knees,
pushing into my groin then pulling away as I guided her hips with my hands.
I worked my own thrusts into the party.  "I can feel your balls bouncing
against me, baby ...  Is it good?"

   "Oh, god, yes, angel." I felt the juices rising after her little play
session.

   "Come in me.  Dan.  Please!  I'm close again!

   I pounded her, matching her motions with my own, until I plunged forward
and felt the fire exiting me to find its place deep inside my darling Nina.

   "Auuughhhhh!  I feelitDan!  Nnnnnghhhh!" Her pelvis surged backward and
up, pushing her clitty against the base of my rapidly emptying dick, and
she came.  I froze for a minute, then fell backward onto the bed.  And Nina
just slithered backward to put her juicy pussy in my face.  I felt her lips
close on my dick as she sucked and licked our overflow and for the second
time today I emptied her full pussy with my mouth.

   Finishing that exercise, Nina turned back around into my arms.  Cuddling
close, she turned her eyes toward me.  "Dan, that butt thing?  Did you
ever?"

   "No," I said.  "I never had the desire.  And you ...  why would I?  It's
either a dominance thing for a guy, or a submission thing for a woman, or
maybe a woman is just too loose from having babies.  But it's not made for
that.  And you've got pleasant places that are..."

   She made a show of licking her lips.  "Mmmmm, yes..." She paused.  "And
we'll probably need to think about that this week.  I'm due for a period
mid-week."

   "Oh, really?"

   "Yeah.  Probably Wednesday.  I'm regular, you know.  And the Pill."

   "You're on the Pill?"

   "Yeah.  Didn't need the birth control, but it regulates my periods.  I
was kind of erratic.  They make book-keeping easier.  And keep me from
scaring Grandma to death."

   "Ohhhh," I said.

   "Uh-huh.  When I first moved in with her, I went two weeks late. 
Grandma thought for sure I was pregnant, even though I told her that I was
a virgin.  Now she believes me, but back then, even SHE thought some of Mom
had rubbed off on me."

   I kissed her and held her.  "Babe," I said, "Life is just gonna get
better and better for us.  And a period ...  Nothing.  Just life."

   She kissed me on the nose.  "Let's go to the jewelry store, babe."

   "Got it, angel." And we got up and dashed through the shower yet again.
In the hot water she said, "Man, you make me feel sooooo good."

   And hour later we were sitting in the food court of the local mall, in
possession of a couple of little black velvet-covered boxes, smiling,
drinking fountain drinks and observing the wildlife, her term for the mall
denizens

   Since it was the only mall in a fifty-mile radius, and Nina was eighteen
and a recent high school graduate AND many of the "wildlife" were her
classmates, several of them waved and a few stopped by to chat.  Two of
those were dressed in carefully planned dishevelment, hair colored in
variegated bands of blonde and brunette, and a little more makeup than teen
complexions need.

   "Hi, Pammy, Hi, Cenda," chirped my Nina.

   The taller of the two answered first.  "Hey, Nina!  Ain't it cool? 
We're out of school!"

   The short one added "Pammy's getting' a job at The Gap.  Starts next
week.  I'm still looking.  What about you?"

   Nina grinned.  "I dunno.  I'm starting college in the fall."

   Pammy looked at me in a measuring manner.  "And you're???"

   "Dan Gleason," I said.  "You're Pammy," and I nodded to Cenda, "and
you're Cenda?"

   "Nina, he catches on fast!"

   "He should," Nina laughed.  "He's an engineer."

   Cenda giggled.  "Your big brother?  Cousin?  Uncle?"

   Nina pulled one of those little velvet boxes out and popped the lid
back. "Nuh-uh.  Husband.  Thursday."

   "Uhhhhh..." Cenda was rendered speechless.

   Pammy stepped in.  "Wow!  An' we wondered why you weren't dating guys in
school."

   Nina smiled sublimely.  "I find that Dan is a much better deal.  Smart.
Mature.  Real job."

   The pair pulled up chairs.  Pammy asked, "So how'd you meet?"

   Nina giggled.  "I logged on to www.findanengineer.com."

   "No, really," Cenda recovered her speech.

   Nina gave the condensed version, carefully omitting dates so as to not
make it look quite as crazy.

   "That's just craaazy!" Pammy sighed.  "Can you imagine?" She looked at
me.

   "Oh, don't ask me.  My imagination stopped working when I started
helping her with homework."

   "So are ya'll having a big wedding?" asked Cenda.

   "Nope," Nina answered.  "Just going to Grandma's church and letting the
preacher marry us.  The wedding's not the big deal, the two people are."

   "Oh, I want a BIG wedding," Pammy said.  "The works!  Dad's dying.  He's
hoping I'll turn out lezz or elope or something..."

   "Brad doesn't think you're a lezz, Pammy," said Cenda.

   "Hah!" Pammy snorted.  "Brad doesn't want to get married."

   Cenda relieved the conversation with all the concentration of an ADD
kid. "Oh, look!  There's Jarvis 'n' Brandi!" The two visitors got up and
scampered off.

   "You know, I think my IQ dropped ten points, Nina."

   "Yeah," Laughed Nina.  "And those were two of the smart girls." She
sighed.  "And in twenty minutes news will be all over town that Nina's
getting married" She snickered.  "And the next question asked will be "is
she pregnant?" And the third will be "Who's she marrying?" Just so you
know."

   "Just people doing what people do.  They like to talk, and other people
make a good conversational topic." I smiled.  "You thought enough of us to
tell 'em that we were getting married."

   She giggled.  "I kinda wish that we'd have put the rings on, babe!  That
would've dropped their jaws."

   "Uh, I suppose it would."

   "Well, anyway," she opined, "the news is out."

   Like I said.  The only mall.  And Nina's contemporaries weren't the only
ones in a mall on a Sunday afternoon.  It was my turn.  In the form of my
unit admin clerk, Jannie and her husband and a couple of pre-teens.

   "Hi, Dan," she said.  "You remember my husband, Robert, don't you?"

   I stood and took Robert's offered hand and shook it.  "Yeah I do.  Hi,
Robert.  How're you guys doing?"

   "I'm in the mall on Sunday afternoon instead of fishing," he chuckled.
"I'm not doing too good, am I?"

   The ten-year-old boy standing with them piped in, "Yeah, Dad!  We could
be fishing."

   Robert patted him on the head.  "We have all summer, son."

   Jannie turned her attention to Nina.  "Aren't you the one he brought in
a week or so ago?  Uh ...  Nina, wasn't it?"

   "Mizz Jannie, you remembered!" Nina smiled.

   "Hard NOT to remember a pretty young girl after seeing dumpy old
engineers all day, Nina."

   This is where Nina let the cat out of the bag with as much subtlety as a
hand grenade in a flour barrel.  She stood up and encircled my waist with
her arm.  "I picked the one that wasn't dumpy, Mizz Jannie."

   Jannie's eyebrow arched.  "Picked?"

   "Yes, ma'am, We're getting married on Thursday.  I'm keeping 'im."

   "Wow, Dan.  You do have a way of surprising people."

   "Nobody's more surprised than me," I said.

   Robert was pumping my hand again.  "Well, congratulations, Dan.  Nina. I
...  we wish you the best!"

   Jannie frowned for a second and then slowly let her smile come back. 
"After all those times I tried to set you up.  I was wondering about ... 
oh, never mind.  She's a doll.  Congratulations, Nina.  And don't worry
about him.  I'll watch him for you every day."

   Responding to the tugs of the eight year old daughter at her side,
Jannie said, "Well, we' have to go get vacation stuff.  I'll see you
tomorrow, Dan."

   We waved as they left and Nina said, "She tried to set you up with
women, Dan?"

   I knew that I needed to explain.  As we walked toward the exit, I said,
"Babe, you have to understand that every married woman in the world has a
bunch of unmarried friends, and her goal in life is to match them up."

   "Uh-huh," Nina responded.  "So?  Go on..."

   "Jannie's my age.  So are most of her female friends, and every one of
'em is a divorcee or a single mom who never bothered to get married in the
first place.  And underneath each of those somewhat acceptable exteriors is
enough baggage to fill a semi-trailer, and claws just looking for two
things."

   She cut her eyes to me, half-smiling.  "Uh, what two things?"

   I snorted.  "A dong and a paycheck."

   "Dan!  Nice talk!"

   "It's true.  I don't do one-night stands.  I won't go to bed for sex. 
And I won't get married for it."

   She curled her arm around mine.  "So you're not marrying me for the
great sex?"

   I laughed.  "Uh ...  After a night with you, I think I could change my
standard.  But no, I'm marrying YOU because you're WONDERFUL."

   She said, "Why, yes!  I am!" with a wry smirk.  She paused.  "So!  I
took care of informing the whole school..."

   "And we told Jannie, which takes care of everybody at work.  All we need
is a few spots on the radio and the TV station, and everybody will know."

   In the parking lot, she spun me around and kissed me.  "And that's just
fine with me!"
   I smiled.  "Me too, babe.  Me too!"