The emptiness was crushing. Linda and I hadn't actually lived together, but just knowing she was there, next door, had been more comforting than I had realized. Without her, things were ... quiet. Life was without the wild fluctuations, the chaotic impulses, and creative fantasies that were Linda. From the time I arrived home at night until I left for work in the morning there was a feeling something was missing. I think I unconsciously hoped she would suddenly walk through my door and announce 'I'm back!' But it didn't happen. It was nearly three weeks before I heard from her. I was sound asleep when the telephone rang at 11:30. I stumbled down the hall to the kitchen and grabbed the phone.

"Hello" I sleepily mumbled.

"Hi, Honey, it's Linda."

"Well, hello, sweetheart! How are you?" I was finally awake enough to carry on a conversation.

"Tired! It's been a rough couple weeks."

"I can understand that. It's been rough here without you."

"I finally got my phone installed today. The phone company here is so slow! The hospital has me working afternoon shift and it's been difficult to make all the hook-up arrangements for the trailer before noon. I didn't figure there was any use calling while you were at work, so I had to wait until I got home from work. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind! Hell no! It's just so wonderful to hear from you. I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too. I'm working six days a week with a day off in the middle of the week. I never know from one week to the next what day it will be. The work is all right but I hate the hours. I work from three till eleven and I just got home a few minutes ago."

"Before I forget, tell me your number." I wrote it on the scratch pad as she dictated it.

"Where are you? What's your address?" In her own very Linda way, she verbally took me through half the streets in University City before I finally developed an idea of where she was actually located. I had been to University City several times but didn't really know the area well. She did manage to give me the main roads, enough of the smaller streets, and the name of the trailer park. I thought I could find it. I planned to make a trip anyway to see if I could find the place, even if Linda wasn't home.

"Are you doing all right? Do you need anything?" I didn't believe I was asking such trite questions, but it was late and I was tired.

"Just a few hours with you, honey, but fat chance of that. I used most of Ron's last check for rent and utility fees, and I had to buy a car. Wait till you see my car! It's so cute! It's not very exciting but it gets me to work. And I have a roommate now. Her name is Jennifer and she works in the same department I do. Her apartment building had a fire and she needed a place to live. I needed the money and I have room so it worked out. We work the same shift but she gets home about fifteen minutes before me. This trailer court can be creepy at night and I'm glad she's here when I get home. Wait till you meet her, she's really nice."

"And when might that happen?" I knew as soon as I said it it was a mistake. There was silence on her end of the phone. "Linda, I'm sorry, I just miss you so much."

"I can't tell you that." I could hear the frustration in her voice.

"I know, honey, but we'll get together sometime, we just have to plan."

"Oh goodie! Now we have to make an appointment to see each other. Damn, that's exciting!"

I could understand her bitterness and sarcasm. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know this isn't going to be easy, but we are so right together! How about if I come up on Saturday or Sunday when I'm off?"

"My sister comes over on Saturday. She's still helping me get settled and she's here sometimes Sunday. All I need is for her to find us in bed together."

"Okay then, as soon as you know your first day off, call me and we'll get together."

She seemed a bit more relaxed. "Okay, I'll call you when I know what day. I miss you too. I hope we can make this work."

"We'll make it work sweetie, you'll see."

"I want it to work. I'll call you. You better get back to bed."

"Good night, sweetie. Wish you were here."

"Believe me, I do too. 'Night."

"'Night." The phone clicked, but somehow the silence, wasn't the same. The emptiness was less now. I felt as if I had just walked into the sunshine from the cold darkness. Now there was hope. Now there was Linda.

For as much as I wanted to pick up the phone to call her, Linda had asked me not to call late at night. She told me her roommate goes to bed as soon as she gets home and Linda didn't want me to wake her.

My phone rang again on Monday night of the next week. I sleepily dashed down the hallway.

"Hello, I hope this is Linda!"

"I'm off on Wednesday, can you be here?"

"Hello, Linda, yes I can be there."

"Do you need more directions?"

"Fine thanks, how are you? No, I can find it."

"Stop being cute! What time?"

"Look for me about 6:15. Wanna' have dinner?"

"Fuck dinner, I wanna' have sex!"

"Oh, Okay, I'll bring a bag of burgers for later."

"Just bring you. See you then."

"See you."

Click! "Well, goodnight to you too, Linda. It's been a real pleasure almost talking to you." Yep, that was Linda when she was focused, she was really focused!

On Wednesday I blew out of work like my tail was on fire. Stopping at home only long enough to freshen up and change clothes, the road to University City never seemed so long. True to my word, I impatiently waited in line at the slow service fast food restaurant just blocks from Linda's trailer park. I was really glad I had made the trip up on Saturday to actually locate the trailer park. To my surprise, it was down a private road and not at all easy to find. It was 6:07 when I turned into the driveway of the trailer park. Linda's trailer wasn't hard to spot. It was newer and larger and didn't have a bunch of clutter around the outside. I pulled in and parked behind a really ugly two-toned green car.

With my bag of burgers I dashed to the familiar trailer and paused at the door. For so long I had just walked right in when we were back in Point Martin, but this was a different place. It seemed odd to knock on the door. The door flung open to my beautiful Linda. I pulled open the storm door and stepped in.

"Hi, Sweetie! It is so--"

She grabbed my jacket and pulled me inside, her lips smothering my words. I heard the door close behind us as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her lips worked against mine, crushing into my face. Her arms pulled us together while her hips ground into mine. When our faces finally separated I looked at her in astonishment. "Wow! That was intense!" I stood there feeling stupid as her eyes bored into me. Then I held up the sack of rapidly cooling hamburgers. "I brought dinner," offering my best idiotic smile. In one fluid motion she snatched the bag from me and flung it across the room. She quickly stripped my jacket from me and threw it onto a chair. In an instant her face and body were pressed against me again. Her hand reached toward the wall and the lights went out. In the new darkness I could hear her heavy breathing as I relished the feel of her soft, warm lips. My reaction to her was automatic. When we separated I reached back and locked the door. She took my hand and I followed her down the hallway to her familiar bedroom.

We fell onto the bed and I wrapped her into my arms. The feeling was not the slobbering lust that had overtaken me just moments ago, but rather it was comfort of again holding her in a familiar place. We were together, engulfed in the softness of the welcoming bed, as if we had never been separated. I couldn't get her close enough to me. I wanted to dissolve her and melt her into my body. Her hips ground hungrily into mine reigniting the desire within me. My free hand slid under her top and up across her back. I have always found women's backs to be very stimulating. The splendid smoothness and softness of her flesh was magical to the touch, especially without that annoying brassiere. She twisted away slightly to allow me to slide my hand up the front of her top, landing in that splendidly soft area between her breasts. Moving left and right I alternated from one breast to the other with kneading and gentle pinching and pulling of her stiffened nipples. She released me and lay back, moaning softly at my touch. This freed my other hand to join the first in grasping the hem of her top and pushing it up to her chin, exposing her flattened but still 'perky' breasts to my eager mouth and tongue. Her hands tangled into my hair as her back arched and her mouth lay open.

"Oh God I've missed you! Missed your mouth ... your hands ... your tongue ... your cock! Oh God how I need you! Her hand reached down to awkwardly rub my cock as it pushed against my jeans. I moaned into the nipple in my mouth and twisted to give her better access. When I could stand it no more I pulled away from her, grasping her arms and pulling her into a sitting position while I slid the top over her head. Her hands were immediately at my shirt buttons as I reached for my belt buckle and zipper. It seemed an eternity before the barriers were gone and our bodies were against each other. Once again we knew that indescribable feeling of flesh on flesh, warm, soft, slowly moving. Despite my lust I would have been happy to lie holding her tightly against me, but the desires of the flesh pushed me beyond. I consumed her breasts with my hands and mouth as her hand skillfully clasped my swollen member. I heard her shallow breathing and soft moans.

I moved down across her body, trailing my fingers and pausing to tease her with my lips and tongue. As I reached her abdomen her hands softly cradled my head. I could hear her whispering, "Oh, God, yes!" Her legs slid open and I felt the heat and sensed the warm musk from her softened flower. My fingers trailed up and down the insides of her thighs, never quite touching her softness. She squirmed and moaned as my face grew ever closer, my breath now directed across her cleanly shaven mound. With a sound of desperation she whispered her wishes.

"Please! Now! Please! Now!"

The backs of my fingers traced through her as her hips thrust to meet me. With only slight pressure my fingers slid into her eager dampness. Her hands worked into the covers as I parted her and drew my face to her. When I thrust my tongue into her, her hips rose to meet my face and her hands pressed my head into her. A long gasping sigh exploded from her lips as my tongue danced within her. The sigh came again as I found her sensitive button and swirled my tongue around it. I grasped her hips to keep control so that, in her excitement, she didn't squirm away from me. Her hands released my head, formed into fists and slid back and forth on the bed. I loved having control, and now she was mine.

Suddenly she grabbed my head and pushed me away crying, "No! Stop! Put it inside me now! I want your cock now!"

I required no further instructions. I pulled myself up into a kneeling position, lifted her legs to my shoulders and thrust hard and deep into her. Her cry was like a wounded animal, deep and long. Her hips rose up to meet mine ... forcefully ... hungrily. She cried out as her hips smashed into mine. I thrust into her, hard and fast, trying desperately to meet her need. With a loud cry her hips crushed against me and I could feel her muscles grip me like a soft, wet hand. Again and again her body convulsed as a choked cry spilled from her open mouth. The tightening heavenly softness brought me to climax so quickly I never felt it coming. I joined her ecstatic cries as my thrusts matched hers, spilling my seed deep within her. For a time all went blank except for the pleasure waves that shot through me. As reality returned I found myself panting and sweating with my chest feeling stuck to Linda's legs. It was as if I couldn't move. I knelt there enjoying a last few weakened thrusts as I gradually became shriveled and useless. When I pulled from her I felt the sudden chill as my wet member left its warm and inviting home. I rolled to the side and Linda lowered her legs. As I stretched out beside her, her arms fell around me and pulled me to her. We kissed and I could see her eyes in the darkness.

"I've missed you so much." She tucked her head against my chest but not before I saw the tears in her eyes.

We must have slept about an hour. When I awoke my arms were still wrapped around Linda and the pain set in. My shoulders ached like I had been in a wrestling match and Linda's must have also. Falling asleep in each other's arms is a nice romantic notion, but the awakening is indeed an awakening! We gingerly unwrapped, then cuddled back together as the blood flow was restored to our arms.

"I've missed this," were her first words. "I loved those lazy mornings when we could wake up at our own pace. They just made everything seem better."

"Same here. You were always so warm and your skin felt so soft against me, just like you are now."

We lay silent for a few more minutes before Linda began to wiggle. I could tell when she was ready to get up, she would start to get restless.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"You suppose those burgers are still edible?"

"They're fast food, they weren't edible when they put them in the bag."

Linda giggled and poked me in the ribs. "Well, they'll have to do 'cause I'm not cooking!" She slid from the bed and took her robe from the bedpost.

"Just like a woman! Give her the choice between food and sex, she chooses food."

Linda turned on the blinding light and started down the hallway.

"Food now. Sex later."

I rolled from the bed and pulled on my underwear. I followed her down the hall and into the kitchen where she turned on the oven and pulled out a cookie sheet. I turned and rescued the bag of abandoned burgers from their indignity on the living room floor, put the bag on the kitchen table and sat across from Linda. Even half asleep with her hair falling across her face she still looked good. She sat with her robe carelessly open revealing the area between her breasts and a bit of swell on each side. That made it hard to concentrate on 'friend talk'.

"So, how is working going?"

"Oh, it's all right. At least working afternoon shift I don't have to get up early. It's just that I don't seem to do anything but work. I get up, pick up and clean a little bit, watch some television and head for work. All the days run together."

She stood and came over to me, sitting on my lap and placing her arms around my neck. She nuzzled into me.

"I want things to be like they were, when we could go places and have fun. This is like being in prison."

I held her close. There were no words to say, since I felt the same way. All I could do was stroke her hair and listen to her breathing.

After a few minutes she straightened and stood, unwrapping the now cold burgers and putting them on the cookie sheet. Walking to the range, she adjusted the temperature and put the cookie sheet into the oven. On her way back she took two cans of soda from the refrigerator and brought them to the table. She plopped the cans down and stared into my eyes. It was the strange stare that happened when her mind was clicking into gear. I was still sitting sideways on the chair when she knelt down and pulled down the front of my underwear. Her eyes locked onto mine as her hand began to stroke my cock. I reacted immediately. She had such a smooth, gliding motion that made me start to get hard.

"Do you like this?" Her voice was intense, as it became when she took charge.

"Oh yes, it feels so good!" I felt weak as she stroked me.

"Then you're gonna' like this a whole lot better." Her head dropped into my lap and my cock disappeared into her mouth.

My legs became rubbery as her head slowly rose and fell in my lap. Her wet, warm mouth closed about me, sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely, with her tongue occasionally swirling around me. My eyes closed and I basked in the pleasure she gave. Linda was very skillful and she took great pleasure in showing off her ability. I appreciated being the beneficiary of her skills. I stroked her hair with my hands, being careful not to interrupt her actions.

Suddenly she stopped, stood, and walked away, leaving me sitting with my eyes and mouth wide open.

"Why did you stop?" My tone was almost whiney. I was embarrassed to hear myself.

"Food's ready." Her look of smugness finally alerted me that I had just been set up. Yep, that was Linda, anything but predictable.

While she carried the two plates to the table, I changed chairs to sit closer to her, and pulled down my underwear. It was time for revenge. If she thought it was funny to leave me with my hard cock sticking up, then I would sit where she could see it while she ate. She still had that smug look as she put down the plates and slid into her chair. We didn't talk as we munched the burgers and fries, but I noticed how she would glance at my swollen cock. Try as she might, she just couldn't keep herself from stealing a look. When her eyes drifted downward, I flexed my muscles to make my cock wiggle.

"Peek-a-boo! I see you!"

"You suppose it wants a burger? Or some fries? Maybe it wants a drink?" She bent down toward my lap. "Hey there, dickie! Want a bite? How about a nice cold drink?" She looked up at me and laughed.

"It doesn't eat burgers, it just eats pussy." Again I flexed it at her.

"Well, then that's three of us that eat pussy now isn't it?" She turned toward me, parted her robe and spread her legs. "Here it is, dickie! Hot pussy for you! Come and get it!"

"Woof! Woof! Pussy!" I barked at her as I flexed my cock. She laughed and turned back to the table, nibbling at the French fries in her hand.

She told me about her work and the problems she had encountered with arranging the utility connections. She told me about her roommate and how well they had adapted to each other. Then she asked, "Did you see my car? My little green car?"

Oh my god, that ugly piece of crap is hers! "Why, yes, dear. I didn't look carefully at it and it's dark outside. What kind of car is that?"

"It's a 1965 Rambler Classic! Isn't it cute! The dealer said it had been on his lot for years just waiting for me!"

Yeah, I can believe that! She was just the right poor naive soul who would think that wreck was cute. Oh my dear sweet Linda, you've been sold a really ugly car and you think it's cute. I hope it was cheap.

"It was only six hundred dollars and it runs good!"

Yep, it was cheap. Oh well, she likes it. Don't burst the bubble! "I'm glad you like it sweetheart. I'm sure it will serve you well." Oh brother!

The expression on her face changed and her eyes got that glimmer I had come to know. "Yes, it serves me quite well. It keeps me coming ... and going." She stood up and let her robe fall open. "I like going ... but I really like coming." Her eyes stared into mine as she drew close. "It serves me and it keeps me going ... and ... coming ... and coming ... and..." She stood over me with her robe wide open. She pushed back her arms and the robe slid soundlessly to the floor. Her breasts touched my face and she rubbed against me until my mouth found a taut nipple. "Com-ing!" Her lips puckered and she drew in her breath with a slow hiss. "Oh yes! Suck me! Bite me! Lick me! Suck hard! Harder! Yes! Oh shit, yeah!"

I held her breasts in my hands as I moved from one nipple to the other, pulling hard and nipping them with my teeth. She grabbed my head and crushed my face against her.

"Yes, baby! Suck my titties! Suck my titties! Oh yeah!"

She twisted against me, threatening to pull her nipples from my mouth but I clung tightly and fought not to lose my chewy little bit. Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling fiercely like she was playing a game of 'tug-of-war' against herself. Her head fell back and a low roar rumbled across her lips. As I released her to move to her other nipple she pushed my head away. Her eyes were glazed with the lust I had seen before. She held my head with her hands while her eyes locked on mine, the look of a predator on her face. Her head turned and her lips crushed mine, twisting, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. She almost took my breath away before she released me and pulled back with those same savage eyes, and a smile on her lips. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly moved down and knelt before me. I felt her hand grasp my hardening cock with a teasing, exploratory touch. She brought her face into my chest as her mouth latched onto one of my nipples. She pulled and released. Slowly, then again, never saying a word, just occasionally looking up with that intense stare to see my reaction. She pulled and bit me, not to hurt but to tantalize. When I flinched, she released my cock and slid her hands around my back just below the shoulder blades. She sucked my nipple, as her hands dug into my back, pulling her face against my chest. Her fingernails began to bite into my flesh and claw my back. The sensation is difficult to describe. It was pain, but a pain I welcomed and embraced. Her fingernails burned into my flesh and left what felt like torn furrows behind. Everywhere she touched became alive and sizzled as if she emitted fire from her fingertips. Downward and outward she moved, slowly carving her way across my back as I sat helpless. Her lips and teeth licked and bit at me. First the pain was at my back, then at my front, then back again. I found myself growling, low and deep. There were instants when I wanted to throw her off and others when I wanted more. As her hands reached my sides, she stopped and tilted her head back, still with the eyes of fire--still with the witch's smile.

Her hands moved over and between my legs, one on my balls and one on my rigid cock. I slid my hips forward to let my balls hang freely into her hand. She rolled them in her hand as her lips moved to my ear. "My, my, we are trusting aren't we! I could squeeze these little guys right into submission."

"You already have," I whispered hoarsely. "They'll do anything you want."

"Like make so much cum it runs down my leg?"

"Yes."

"Like make cum so hot it burns me?"

"Yes."

"Like make your cock so big and hard I can feel it against my appendix?"

"Yes."

"How about if I just pull them off?"

"Then we'll go shopping together for new curtains."

She completely lost it! She started to laugh and the sexual tension snapped like a pane of glass. She put her arms onto my thighs and her head between my knees as wave after wave of laughter poured through her. Through her laughter she called me an ass.

Between bouts of laughter she started to talk. "There I was, about to give you the best blow job in history and you come up with that one! (Laughter).

By then she had me laughing too. We were like two silly kids and the passion was broken. I bent down and raised her face to meet mine. I kissed her cheek as we laughed into each other's ears. The laughter slowly subsided and she moved her head back. She smiled at me and I bent to kiss her. Our lips met and the kiss became more. I felt her hand slide to my cock and her face pressed harder against me. When our lips parted the shine was returning to her eyes.

"You might be a silly ass, but you're my silly ass!"

Her head tilted down and her warn, wet lips caressed the head of my cock. I leaned back against the chair and took in the pure pleasure as her lips slid further and further over me, then she lifted up again before plunging deeply. Linda was good at this, damned good! She claimed to be a woman of limited experience before she met me, but I found that difficult to believe. She tightened her lips, then loosened them. No two strokes were exactly the same. She paused to tease the underside of my cock with her flicking tongue. My heart hammered and I felt as if my tight cock would burst. She took me deeply again and slowly slid back. She was truly skilled!

She released me with a kiss to my cock head and stood. She held my rigid cock and moved toward me. Without a word she positioned herself astride me and lowered her hips onto mine. Her arms fell around my neck and mine around her back as we sat silently without moving, both absorbed in the sudden pleasure of our joining.

"You're not laughing," she whispered.

"Neither are you," I quietly responded.

"God you feel so good!"

"So do you!"

I sat quietly waiting for her to initiate whatever her fertile mind might conjure up. Her face pressed against my cheek as her hips began to slowly grind into me. Her hair tickled my cheek and along my chin. It struck me that one of the many things I had missed about Linda was the scent and feel of her hair. The sex was strangely secondary to the enjoyment of being close to her again. Sex could be like dancing fast, where you both just look at each other while dancing separately. This, the way we were, was like slow dancing, where the music disappears and you're lost in the sensation of bodies swaying together with all the scents, the contact, and the private cloud that seems to wrap around you to block out everything else. In intimate moments I've had women describe sex as the beautiful feeling of being 'filled up,' of being 'complete' with a lover inside them. It was similar for me, in the obvious reverse way. As we sat engaged with very little movement, I was awash in soft, damp warmth that held me securely yet so very tenderly. Linda nuzzled at my neck, her hair softly brushing my face. She made low whimpering noises when her hips would move just slightly and send jolts of pleasure through both of us. Linda was a woman of many facets, whether she was clothed or not, and this was no exception. Just as she could begin with an idea and turn it into a pulse-peaking adventure, she could also turn inward and wish just to be held. She was a kitten who romped and played one moment, then purred contentedly and lay resting the next.

Then I felt my kitten awakening! Her tongue began to explore my ear while her hips began to thrust onto mine. Her hand stroked my hair. Her breathing began to increase and occasionally catch in her throat. The whimpering became guttural and more staccato. Now she was bouncing hard on me while her arms squeezed tightly around my neck.

"Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh!" She rattled into my ear each time her pelvis came crashing down onto mine. "So good! Oh God! So good!"

When she slowed to rest I dropped my hands to her bottom and whispered into her ear, "Hold on tight." Her arms tightened about my neck. When she felt me lean forward she let out a squeal.

"Oh I love it when you do this! God yes!"

I stood up with her securely clinging to me, her legs around my hips. I walked slowly around the kitchen with each step grinding her hips against mine. I pulled her hips against me to further increase the effect. I would lift her away slightly then pull her to me as I took a step. Her arms would tighten around my neck with each thrust until I felt as if she were choking me, but the feeling was sensational! To walk while deeply embedded in a woman is a unique experience! I had to concentrate on balance while supporting and pleasuring her, which provided me with wonderful control. Her reaction was somewhere between a gasp and a gurgle with each stroke. When I found an open section of wall, I pressed her back against it and started to thrust into her. I allowed her hips to sink just enough that I could make long, powerful thrusts into her. She tilted her head back and cried out at the ceiling, then pressed her head back against mine. She clutched me even tighter as she began to frantically pant into my ear.

"Oh God! Harder! Faster!"

I made my best effort to comply as she locked up around me. Deep animal sounds jerked from her as her internal muscles pulsed around me. They were hard and strong and I pushed to be deep inside as each pulse hit her. She finished with a whimper and almost a whine that stretched into silence. As I held her, her grip began to loosen and she became steadily heavier.

"That was ... so ... incredible! I feel like Jello inside!" She was almost breathless.

"Hold on a moment more," I whispered and I lifted her hips anew while her arms again tightened around my neck. I walked her to the couch and carefully lowered her to the cushion. She laughed at me being all bent over and wouldn't let go of my neck. I did the only thing I could and knelt on the couch with her legs still wrapped around my back. When she felt me still hard and now deep inside, her laughter stopped. She released my neck and relaxed back against the couch, her mouth again hanging open with renewed pleasure. It was a nice position, discovered quite by accident, but not to be forgotten. I grabbed the back of the couch for leverage and began to drive into her again with long, hard strokes. She was so wet the slapping sounds started. Her hands held my shoulders while she lay back silently enjoying my assault. She moaned softly through her open mouth. The sight of her made me want to kiss her but I didn't have the heart to break the mood. I watched her face as she began to tense, slightly at first, then with greater passion. Her hands gripped me tightly and her eyes tightened to a squint. Then followed a progression of oh's in differing lengths, volumes, timbres, and accents, each one accompanied by fingernails digging into my shoulders and vaginal muscles clamping around me. It was obvious that all that walking had conditioned her muscles well. I held myself deeply inside her while moving up and down, trying to hit the "sweet spot" I knew she had. As she quieted I slid my arms around her neck and rested my cheek against hers. I didn't realize until then how heavily I was panting also. In quietly listening to her breathe and feeling the closeness of her I was again caught up in the marvel of it. To go from such tension and desire into frantic action and finally mutual rapture, was such a gift. For me to find a woman such as Linda who was so completely capable of sharing that gift was indeed a stroke of great good fortune.

"Are you asleep?" I whispered.

She giggled. "No, but it won't be long." She moved her head away and I pulled back. She looked sleepily into my eyes. "I love doing this with you! From the first time you've made it very special."

I kissed her gently and smiled. "It's you who are special. You're like a bird that escaped a cage and now flies free, moving higher and exploring more of the world with a thirst for discovery. That is you my lovely bird."

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again. As she pulled against me my cock flinched. She pulled back, almost startled.

"You're still hard!" She looked surprised.

I nodded with a smile and flinched again.

"Now we're gonna' have to do something about that! I'm gonna take the starch outta that boy if it takes all night."

I smiled back at her. "You can try!"

"You can just bet I will! I know just what to do to draw the cream out of that pistol of yours." She smiled as she pushed me away. I unceremoniously popped from inside her and moved back, standing there with my flagpole standing tall. She whirled around and put her hands on the back of the couch, offering herself wide and ready to me. She turned back and smiled. "You can still remember what to do with this can't you?"

I grinned at her. "You just bet your ass I do, lady! Get ready for a wild ride!"

I stepped forward and positioned myself between her feet, rubbing my cock through her just as a tease before diving to the hilt within her. She began to gasp almost immediately as I worked in and out. She muttered small obscene phrases of encouragement and begged for more. I held her hips as we crashed together, as much through her effort as mine. Without missing a stroke I moved one foot up onto the couch. I wrapped my arms around her and reached down to rub her clit. That little acrobatic endeavor yielded me nothing other than an awkward stance that threatened to send both of us tumbling to the floor. Oh well, nothing ventured and all that. Instead I returned to the more conventional position of grasping her hips and pulling her back against me. The pace became feverish as our bodies collided. I began panting as much from effort as from the enjoyment of her. She continued her passionate mutterings interspersed with moans and some impressive high notes. I was able to reach out to grab the back of the couch with one hand. With a swift move I brought my other foot up onto the couch as my other hand also took hold of the back of the couch. The leverage was splendid, as were the results for both of us. Several choruses of "Oh god!" were abbreviated to variations of "Oh!" Although I remained much quieter, the feeling of regular contact with her cervix and her reactions were taking their toll on me. I could only hope her climax would arrive before mine.

It didn't happen that way, but to the best of my recollection, my absolutely incredible and voluminous release was soon accompanied by a matching wild thrusting of hips and a new set of rhythmic cries. It was a good thing I was holding on to the couch when my knees began to weaken. Momentarily I felt like I was floating, aware only of the pleasure surging through me and of the closeness of Linda. As my thrusts faded, I lay my head against hers and found her breathing as deep and heavy as my own. We shared our mutual exhaustion as much as we had shared our mutual pleasure. The sudden quiet was in great contrast to the clutter of our noises just a few moments ago. Yet it was appropriate and welcomed in the afterglow around us. I felt the wetness run down my face to become trapped where our faces joined. I turned my face toward her cheek and kissed her with a chain of small pecks from her forehead to her chin, the salty taste lingering upon my lips. She responded only with a small sound.

As I finally shrank away and fell from her, I moved to the side and sat on the couch. Linda collapsed also, turning toward me and landing in my arms. I held her quietly as she cuddled against me, our sweaty bodies beginning to feel the chill of the cool air spilling around the drafty trailer window above us. It wasn't long before we adjourned to the bedroom where the evening had started.

It was so nice to again hold Linda against me while snuggled together beneath the warm covers. We talked of feelings and the things we missed. We talked of work, her new job and the new people. We talked of Murphy's Trailer Park and all the current gossip (as best Merrilee could keep me informed). As much as we tried to avoid it, the glowing red numbers on her bedside digital clock continued their unstoppable march.

From the warmth of her arms, the chill of the winter air was bitter and biting. My car protested a bit, but eventually started. As usual, the first few minutes were numbing as the useless heater waited for warm water from the engine. Again and again I wiped the cold haze from the windshield until the heater finally took over. The drive from University City was long ... and dark ... and now seemed so completely lonely.