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 Our official marriage started auspiciously with a trip to the steakhouse,
and soon, we were at the door of OUR home.  I opened the door.  "Come here,
Mrs.  Richards," I said.  I scooped her into my arms and carried her
through the door and deposited her on the bed.  "There.  Now make me a
sammich!"

   She laughed.  "Nuh-uh.  It's time for YOU to consummate our marriage."

   An hour later I staggered out of bed behind her as she headed to the
shower.  She giggled.  "Do YOU feel consummated?  I feel consummated!"

   "Oh, gosh, yes!  I do believe that we have consummated each other pretty
soundly."

   After our showers, she was a beautiful sight, hair clean and brushed,
face clean, eyes twinkling, as I finished shaving.  I walked out of the
little bathroom into her waiting arms.

   "Married, Dan!  We're married!  For real!" She kissed me.

   "Yes, we are.  Serious stuff, you know, babe!  Forever stuff!"

   "You held my hand!  And kissed me in broad daylight on the courthouse
steps!  And Wednesday we're going to meet your family!"

   "Yes we are."

   "It's like a fairy tale."

   "All the way to the "happily ever after" part!" We kissed again.

   "It's only nine, she said.  "wanna play couple hands of rummy?"

   "Sure," I said.  "It's what old married couples do." She giggled.  And
beat me.  Bad.

   Tuesday morning I kissed her when the alarm went off.  "Your first day
as a married woman," I said.

   "Mmmmmm" she purred as we kissed.  "We shoulda took the day off."

   "Well, when I promised your labor this week, I didn't know we'd be
married..."

   "'S okay.  Let's get in gear!" And we dressed and headed up the road for
breakfast.  In the truck, she said, "I'm not going to make a big deal in
front of work people yet."

   "You are a wise person.  It may be a shock to find that I married my
apprentice.  Not to mention all those broken hearts, those old guys lusting
after your spectacular young body."

   "Hmmph!" she spat.  "I am NOT the "fantastic body" type, in case you
haven't' noticed.  Most guys want big tits on fantastic bodies."

   "Well excuse me, lady, but you have PERFECT tits.  I can't help it if
the world may desire otherwise.  Besides, you have a brilliant mind, a
fantastic sense of humor, and the most astounding face imaginable.  And a
cute ass that is made for parading around in jeans."

   "I really don't care what other guys think, baby.  I want to be YOURS."

   "You are.  I got a paper that says so."

   We parked at the restaurant and went inside for breakfast.  Forty-five
minutes later we were walking in the office trailer.  Sara was just ahead
of us.

   Cindy finished Sara's filing right after lunch.  I spent the day tying
up loose ends, making sure everything was at a good stopping point for the
five-day holiday weekend.  Mid-afternoon, when Cindy finished with Sara, we
did a tour of the jobsite, and then headed back to the office trailer. 
Because I was told, "Get Cindy out of the office until three o'clock."

   When we walked back in, several of the engineers and the project manager
and Sara were standing around a cake with "Way to go, Cindy!" iced on it.
Cindy was surprised.  So was I.  I knew something was up, but not exactly
what.  This was special.  Cindy certainly thought so.  And a couple of the
engineers were standing there holding t-shirts, one from the University of
Alabama, the other from Auburn.

   The boss was an Auburn graduate.  "But if you go to Alabama, I won't
hold it against you, little lady," he said.  He presented her with a
certificate of appreciation and then a check.  "I am proud to present you
with a paycheck for your first job, Cindy.  I hope I will pay you for your
first engineering job, too!"

   Sara gave her a big hug.  "I'm proud of you, darlin'", she said.

   My mechanical engineer counterpart bent over and Cindy kissed him on the
cheek.  He returned it.  "First time I ever kissed an engineer," he said.

   One of the other guys said, "First time YOU ever kissed something that
didn't inflate!"

   "Guys!  This is a young LADY!"

   "Oops!  Sorry!" he said.

   And Cindy leveled the crowd when she said, "That's okay, Mister Bob!  He
told me you don't date within your species.  What'd he mean by that?" And
she smiled demurely as Bob squirted cola out of his nose.

   We said good bye and left.  Helen was in her office when we got back to
the park.  We walked in, hand in hand.  She saw us.  "You make a pretty
couple, now that you can hold hands in public."

   "Helen," I said, "thank you.  I can't ever thank you enough!  I just
wish we were going to be here for your wedding."

   "Oh, bull," she said.  "You guys had plans already.  It's just gonna be
me and Charley and a couple of or friends.  Don't give it a second
thought!"

   "But still..."

   Cindy piped in, "Mizz Helen, I wanna thank you too.  You took care of me
for all these years.  And you gave me Dan!"

   Helen smiled.  "I didn't give you Dan.  You found Dan yourself.  Like
two magnets, you two.  And this turned out very well, I think."

   "Yes, ma'am," Cindy said, tiptoeing to kiss me.  "I am soooo lucky."

   Helen looked at me.  "And he's lucky too.  You two just be good to each
other.  You'll last forever."

   I took my wife to our trailer.  We inventoried and packed for the next
day's trip.  She picked up my cellphone and punched the pizza delivery and
ordered one for our dinner.  After pizza, we gave the little trailer a
thorough cleaning, emptying trash, cleaning out the fridge, getting ready
for our planned absence.  After that exercise, we took our normal turns in
the shower.

   When I got finished shaving, I exited the tiny bathroom to find Cindy
brushing her freshly dried hair.  This was normal.  The faint scent of a
tiny drop of her perfume wafted in the air.  That was normal.  What wasn't
normal is that she was wearing my pajama bottoms.

   "What's this?" I asked.

   "I've been thinkin'," she said.  "Tomorrow night we'll be in your
house..."

   "OUR house.  You're my wife, remember?"

   "Okay, so it's the first night for us in OUR house, so I think we should
save up to make it extra special."

   I kissed the top of her head.  "That's admirable thinking, dear, but YOU
make things extra special."

   She turned and wrapped me in her arms.  "Dan," she said, looking up at
me, "I still can't believe it.  We're married."

   "I know.  It's like I hit the lottery or something." I kissed her pink
lips.

   "Go put some pants on, babe!  You make it difficult for me to maintain
my resolve, walkin' around half-hard like that!"

   "Okay," I said.  "A man is wise to listen to his wife."

   "And get the deck of cards.  We have time for a couple of hands of
rummy." I beat her by seventy points.  Winner gets a kiss from the loser.

   We crawled into bed with the thermostat set at fifty-five, punched up
Boccherini on the stereo, snuggled our uncharacteristically clothed bodies
together and drifted off to sleep.

   0600!  Alarm came alive to classical music and I rolled over into
Cindy's arms.  We kissed and then rolled off opposite sides of the bed.  A
couple of quick tugs and the covers were neatly flattened and we dressed.
Twenty minutes later I loaded our bags into the truck and we locked the
trailer behind us.  Breakfast was at the normal place, the waitress
greeting us as regulars.  When I paid the check I told Cindy she'd better
make a bathroom stop now because we had a three hour flight ahead of us.  I
hit the men's room myself, and then we were on the road to the airpark.

   Together we rolled the plane out of the hangar and loaded our bags into
the cargo door, then I backed the truck into the hangar.

   "Okay, punkin," I said to Cindy, "did we forget anything?"

   "Just so you have the keys to the hangar and the truck in your pocket, I
think we're good!" She helped me push the hangar doors closed and we locked
the truck inside to await our return.

   We pre-flighted the plane and climbed in, and five minutes later the
wheels left the runway and we turned west toward Louisiana and home.  We
climbed to eighty-five hundred feet and set up an economical cruise that
ate up the miles.  I had my arms crossed, letting Cindy fly, and when the
plane was trimmed and cruising, it almost flew itself.

   "You take the yoke," she said.

   "You have a problem?  Something wrong?" I looked at her.  She was
smiling.

   "Just something I want to do." She took off her headset and unbuckled
her harness, turning sideways in her seat.  Her hand reached for my zipper.
"Eighty-five hundred feet.  That's way more than a mile.  We're going to do
our own Mile-High Club."

   "B-but we can't, baby.  One of us has to fly."

   "You fly.  I have a goal." And my zipper came down and fingers dragged
my dick out.  Her head bent down between my belly and the control yoke and
I felt her lips close over the head of my dick.  She sucked me to hardness,
then popped up, smiling as she pushed my stiff dick back into my pants. 
"There!" she announced brightly.  "That's all you get.  But you got it!"
And she stretched over and kissed me, then sat back in her seat and buckled
back in.

   When her headset was back in place, she said, "I thought about that half
the night!"

   "I like the way you think, angel!"

   She grinned.  "I like the way you taste, bub!"

   We crossed the Mississippi River at eighty-five hundred feet, less than
an hour from our destination.  "That's another 'first' for me," Cindy said.
"I've never been west of the Mississippi."

   "You are now, babe." Forty-five minutes later the engine was stopped on
the apron of a little airfield near my hometown in Louisiana, and I was
tying down.  Tootie, by cellphone call, was ten minutes away, and we were
waiting in the airport office when she showed up.  I left instructions to
have the plane's tanks topped off for our departure on Sunday.

   Tootie pulled up outside and we walked out the door to meet her, each
carrying a bag.  I dropped mine to hug her in greeting.  Cindy stood beside
me.  Tootie said, "And you're my brother's new wife!" She hugged Cindy like
a long-lost child.

   "Damn!  Brother, she's a cutie!" Tootie said.  "Where'd you find her?"

   "In the pool at an Alabama RV park!"

   Cindy giggled.  "Poor thing was there scopin' out the babes!  An' I'm
the only one that showed up!"

   Tootie laughed.  "Oh, she's a smart ass, too!" She smiled at Cindy. 
"Babe, I like you already!"

   We tossed the bags in Tootie's SUV and she drove us to my house.

   "I opened it up Monday and let it air out, then gave it a good
vacuuming, and put out some air freshener.  It wasn't bad at all." We
rounded the corner to my, make that "our", house.

   "There it is, baby," I told Cindy.  "That's home base."

   "Looks nice, Dan!  Really nice!" We parked in the drive and walked in.
Cindy looked around.  "Nicer than I expected."

   I turned to Tootie.  "Cindy 'n' I have been living in my travel trailer.
It doesn't give me room to display my mad decorating skills.  Hey, before
you leave, lemme make sure my car starts."

   "Is that a hint?" Tootie laughed.

   "Hint?"

   "Oh, don't be coy, Dan!" Cindy giggled.  "She thinks we want to be
alone!"

   "Oh, no, that's not it at all.  I didn't want to keep you here if you
had something' else to do."

   Tootie snickered.  "Uh-huh..."

   "Seriously!" I said, walking through the kitchen and through the door
into the attached garage.  Cindy followed me.  I hit the switch to open the
garage door and then opened the door of my SUV.  I stuck a key into the
ignition and turned it.  It started on the first try.  "Cool!" I said.

   Tootie said, "You've been gone since the middle of summer and your car
starts?"

   As I popped the hood I said, "Sure!  I'm smart enough to leave a charger
on the battery." Opening the hood I disconnected two clamps and hung them
on the wall next to the charger.

   "Yep!" Cindy laughed.  "That's my Dan.  Takes care of things!"

   Tootie sighed.  "Okay, then I can go now.  Ya'll gonna come over for
supper?  We have a gumbo on the stove."

   I looked at Cindy and she nodded.  "Yeah, we'll be there." To Cindy I
said, "Tootie does a good gumbo."

   Tootie left as Cindy and I backed out of the driveway.  We'd talked
about taking a tour of my home area, and that's what we did.  We passed old
schools and homes and generally had a pleasant drive.

   Five o'clock found us knocking on my sister's door.  Her husband Mike
answered.

   "Hi, Mike!  This is Cindy!" I said.

   Hi, Cindy!  You look too cute to be with this old goat!" he laughed.

   "Hi, Mister Mike.  Thank you!" Cindy smiled, shaking his hand.

   He grinned.  "Do you call him Mister Dan?"

   "Nope!" said Cindy.  "I mostly call him Master!"

   "Tootie was right!  She is a smart ass!" he said to me.  To Cindy he
said, "I'm just Mike, and you'll fit right in here!  Ya'll come in!"

   Tootie called from the kitchen, "Hey, Cindy, come back here with me
while I finish the potato salad!"

   That left me and Mike in the living room.  He was smiling.  "Where'd you
find HER?"

   "I was swimming at the pool at the RV park right after I set up there
and she walked up.  It's a long story past that."

   "Damn!  She's a doll!  Kinda young, though?"

   "I know.  That part worried me.  But she's smart, and cute, and I adore
her.  And she acts like she adores me.  I figure past that, age is just
numbers."

   "As long as you're happy, I guess." He hollered toward the kitchen. 
"Woman, where's the food?"

   "It's gonna be in your lap if you call me 'woman' again!" That was
Tootie.  Cindy was giggling behind her.  "You gotta train'em like puppies.
An' even after that, they'll still pee on the carpet if you're not
lookin'." Cindy giggled some more.

   "Ya'll come fix your bowls in here.  We can eat at the table." And in
the tradition of informal Cajun homes everywhere, we filled our bowls from
steaming pots on the stove and sat down at the table.

   The sounds of rich, soupy, savory gumbo being consumed filled the dining
room.  Cindy said, "This is GOOD!  Dan, can you cook this?"

   "Yeah, I said.  I watched the same momma and grandmas cooking it that
she did."

   Tootie feigned outrage.  "You married this girl an' you never made her a
gumbo?  They must do things different in Alabama!"

   Cindy countered, "Yeah, but he did pay the required dowry in possums!"

   Mike laughed.  "Man, she's good!"

   "She's a little YOU!" Tootie answered.  "No wonder you're married."

   "You should see her on the jobsite."

   Mike looked at Cindy.  "You've been to his job?"

   "Oh, yeah," said Cindy.  "I have my own pocket protector and
everything."

   "She's starting college in engineering next fall," I said.

   "Dan!  You've corrupted this girl!"

   "Had to do somethin' with her." I smiled.  "Because she's so perfect!"

   Tootie said, "Awwww!" Then turned to Mike.  "See!  You used to be like
that!"

   He pulled her to him and kissed her.  "I still am," he said, "but if I
show it you take advantage of me!"

   And we had pleasant conversation.  One thing came up.  "I figured Jerry
and Sheila would be here, too?"

   "Nah," Tootie said.  "I asked.  But they'll be here tomorrow." She
looked at Cindy's ring.  "Cindy!  That's a pretty ring!"

   Cindy beamed.  I chose it myself!"

   "I love it!  No engagement ring?"

   "Nah!  We've only known each other since July.  Started dating in
August. Decided to get married and didn't make a big deal out of it.  We're
kind of on our own over there.  So we just got these and called it good!"

   "Practical!  In a woman.  How novel!" Mike laughed.  "Dan, where can I
get one of those?"

   "Be careful, Mike!  Tootie can cook.  I can't."

   "But you're an excellent conversationalist."

   That got giggles from Tootie AND Mike.  With the meal finished, Cindy
and Tootie cleared the table and Mike and I returned to the living room. 
In a few minutes, they joined us.

   "Are you gonna need help with the cooking tomorrow?" I asked.

   "Nope," Tootie said.  "With just six of us, it won't be that big a deal.
A little turkey.  A little ham.  Dressing.  A couple of vegetables.  And
the pies are already done."

   "You have pie?"

   "Yeah.  Pecan.  And lemon meringue, like Mom used to make.  And they're
for tomorrow, so forget it!"

   "What time, then?"

   Mike said, "Eleven.  And next year YOU get to cook."

   "We can do that.  Next year." I stood up and Cindy stood beside me. 
"We're gonna go."

   "Yeah," Tootie teased.  "Time for some of that conversation." She
paused. "Awwww, look!  Cindy's blushing!"

   Cindy was indeed blushing.  "We may do more than conversation," she
said. "I can beat him at rummy, too!"

   "You play rummy?  Dan, we need to do that!"

   "Okay," I said.  "Friday night?"

   Mike said, "You're on!"

   And we left.  And OUR house had a big shower.  Not huge, but very much
accommodating to two people who might just want to play around under a
spray of warm water.  uAs I was shampooing that red hair, Cindy said, "You
know, this is our first shower together as an officially married couple."

   "You're right.  It is."

   She turned around as I rinsed her hair.  Her hands went inexorably to my
dick.  It was characteristically hard.  After all, I had a wet, happy, sexy
redhead all clean and wet in front of me.  She was smiling.  As she knelt.

   "You make my knees weak, little girl!" All she could go was go
"Mmmmm-hmmmm!" I could feel my sack tighten.  So could she.

   "Oh, no you don't, babe!" she giggled, standing.  "What's going on? 
You're usually not THAT fast!"

   "Uh, little red-headed girl, you started it.  We didn't do anything last
night.  You got me all charged up eight thousand feet over Alabama.  And
then you were perfect at Tootie's house.  I was so proud.  You're smart,
and beautiful.  And funny.  And oh so sexy!"

   She insinuated her wet body against me and we embraced, kissing under
the warm shower.  "And you treated me like you were proud of me.  And like
I was your wife.  And I love you." She gave my dick a squeeze.  Now, let me
get my hair dry and I'll give you a couple if you'll give me a couple. 
Hmmm?"

   "I love it when you're conversational."

   Giggle.  "Tootie caught me off guard."

   "Yeah.  You blushed.  I never saw you blush before."

   "I was just surprised.  You know, that adults would tease about stuff
like that."

   "Tootie's a bit forward sometimes.  You have to expect that."

   "I guess I should have known.  When we were in the kitchen, she was
asking me questions about us.  How we met.  What I thought about the age
thing.  Not really prying, mind you, just conversation."

   I finished toweling off.  Cindy was seated on a stool with her hair
dryer, getting ready to dry her hair.  "I already warned you about Jerry.
He's worse than Tootie is.  And he knows about you, but he hasn't seen you
yet.  So be ready!"

   She looked at me.  "I think I can handle it.  And if I can't, I'll hide
behind you and Tootie." She stood up, naked, perfect, turned her perky face
to me.  "Lemme get a nightshirt on and you can show me the whole house.

   I did.  It was MY house, like the travel trailer, designed and built to
my specification.  I was proud of the kitchen, oh, hell, I was proud of the
whole house.  As it was, though, I used just one bedroom, the master, with
the bath we'd just used.  A queen-sized bed occupied the center of the
bedroom with walk-in closet and big windows.  The other bedroom, I'd turned
into an office, complete with desk, computer, shelves, a printer.  The
living room was spacious, but the total wasn't a BIG house.  It was MY
house.  Now, it was OUR house.

   And after the tour, MY wife took me by the hand and tugged me back
towards the bedroom.

   The score was Cindy - 3, Dan - 2.  I thought we were done for the night
as we lay side by side.  I felt the bed move and turned to see Cindy's
bright eyes inches from mine.

   "Dan," she said.  "Your ...  uh, OUR back yard's got a privacy fence,
huh?"

   "Yes it does."

   "Then what's the use of privacy fence unless you do something back there
that needs privacy?"

   I kissed her on the nose.  "Let me get a blanket.  It's about time that
we put that fence to good use!"

   She started to grab her nightshirt.  "Nuh-uh," I chided.  "Absolutely
nude!"

   Squeal!

   We walked out the back door into the cool night air and I spread the old
blanket on the grass.  She knelt on it and tugged on my hand, pulling me to
her.

   "You're already half hard," she observed.  Her lips changed that to a
hundred percent.  She pulled me down and I turned her to a sweet sixty-nine
on top of me for a couple of minutes, then she twirled around and impaled
her pussy, still wet from a mere half hour ago, on my hardness.  I regarded
the luminous halo that moonlight created in her hair as she lowered herself
on me.

   I didn't know at the time if it was the novelty of the location or the
aftermath of our previous coupling only a half hour before, but only a
minute of happy Cindy working her pelvis on my dick and the smile was
transformed into her "I'm gonna come" face.

   Plus, she told me so.  As in "Baby, I'm gonna come!  Do me hard!" And
the magical thing about pairing up with Cindy is that the motions that made
her so happy we just exactly what it took to bring me back to my own peak.
Oh, yes, she came.  And I came.  The semen might have been a mere dribble
compared to the first two this evening, but the sensation was measurable on
the Richter scale.

   As she collapsed on top of me, I knew this was one of her MAJOR orgasms
because she was past the edge of consciousness.  I cradled her immobile
form, and half minute later, she drew a deep breath.  "Dan!  You SEND me to
the stars..." And we kissed.  And lay on a blanket, nude in our back yard,
dreaming the moon together for half an hour, silent together.

   Finally, "Uh, babe?"

   "Yes, princess?"

   "I'm getting a little chilled."

   "Well, then I suppose we should get that cute naked butt back in the
house, huh?"

   She sat up.  "And you can drop this blanket in the laundry room.  We
made a mess."

   I chuckled.  "Yes we did.  I need a quick shower."

   "You're not doing that by yourself," she giggled.  "You made a mess."

   "I made a mess?  YOU were on top."

   She giggled.  "You're the one who built the fence around the yard.  Just
what exactly DID you have in mind?"

   "Apparently I was prescient, preparing for my soulmate to show up."

   She kissed me when we stood up.  And giggled again.  "I like this.  Does
that mean I'm kinky?"

   "Nope!  Just adventurous.  And stay that way."

   We went back inside, showered quickly and were in bed sleeping in half
an hour.  Morning came perfectly, I was drifting along on that sweet edge
between sleep and awake when I felt Cindy stir.  She wiped her eyes,
touched my chest with her hands, then her head disappeared under the
blanket.  What I felt next caused me to moan.  From under the covers I
heard, "good morning, lover!"

   And then that red head popped back out to kiss me.  "I just thought I'd
start with a taste!  Mmmmm!"

   We got up, got dressed, I put a somewhat sticky blanket in the washing
machine, we had a light breakfast.

   "Tell me," she said.  "We walk into the house where you haven't been for
months, and there's fresh milk and eggs and bread.  How?"

   "I called Tootie last week and asked her to get the house opened up and
aired out for me.  She asked about groceries, and that's what I told her to
get."

   She smiled.  "You have a handle on this stuff."

   "I try.  You'd have done it yourself if you walked into the house and
smelled stale air and found nothing in the fridge."

   Finally it was time.  I regarded my cutie, clad in jeans and a dark
green short-sleeved shirt.  The green set that head of red hair off like a
neon sign on a dark night.  I thought she was perfectly charming.
   "Let's go!