She pulled off me and rubbed my penis until it was hard again. It took quite a while. “I like it better in my pussy.” She said. I slid myself into her, and we held each other in the water, joined together as man and woman.
“I know my mother and aunt did what they thought was best, but . . . I was really hurt because I thought you were just, well . . . ”
“Paid help?”
Angie nodded. “Yes. I really hated you, and then I remembered the devastated look on your face when I screamed at you that you and my mother . . . You really do love me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Angie, I do. Very much. I’m glad you came up here tonight, and not just because of this.”
“I had to! Tomorrow we leave for Europe, and when I get back you’ll be gone back to school. Will we see each other again?”
“I don’t know, Angie. We live in different parts of society, really in different worlds. If we’re both free in a couple of years, maybe we can get past this and . . .”
She put her finger on my mouth. “SHHH! Right now may be all we ever get. Make love to me again, my wonderful lover!”
With considerable difficulty I climbed the ladder with Angie impaled on my penis. I carried her over to the cushions, and lay back with Angie on top. “No, Angie, love! I can’t do that! We’ll make love to each other!”
I caressed the entire front of her body as she rode me. We never broke eye contact until her orgasm overwhelmed her and I ejaculated. We held each other for a long time. Neither of us fell asleep, and we didn’t talk. We just held and caressed each other. We stared into each other’s eyes, lost in our thoughts and in our love. It was after 4:00 a.m. when Angie lifted herself off me and stood up. I started to get up, but she gently pushed me back down.
“No, lover, just stay here until I’m gone!” She said. I could see tears welling in her eyes. “Mom was right about one thing. You were the right man to take my cherry!” Then she leaned down and gently kissed me. “Don’t ever forget that I love you, too!”
She got up and ran quickly through the gate. I heard her sob as she ran down the steps to the pump room to get dressed.
A few minutes later she came back up and ran to her car. She didn’t look back. I watched her car as she drove away, and I listened until the sound disappeared. We never even said goodbye.
I got up and put the cushions under cover. I found my way back to the pump room and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see tears streaming down my face.
I realized that it would be nearly impossible to overcome the difference in wealth between Angie’s family and mine. And could Angie really get past the fact that I’d also screwed her mother? I wasn’t sure. But more importantly, Doris would never let me marry Angie because I knew their family secret. Love doesn’t always conquer all.
I knew that Angie would be a different person once her mother taught her how to be really cold, devious, and manipulative. I doubted I would be able to trust her, let alone love her, once her mother “trained” her. But I loved her right now, and the sense of loss hurt. Unbelievably much. And I had betrayed her trust.
Then I wondered whether Angie had just fucked me a few minutes earlier because she wanted to, or because her mother had told Angie that she could manipulate me this way. The anal sex was Angie ignoring her mother. But the other? The fact that I could even momentarily entertain that thought reinforced the conclusion that Angie and I had no future together. I spent the next hour sitting beside the pool, tears dripping onto the concrete, while I thought about the Angie I loved but who would never be the same for me again. I went back to my apartment a little after dawn.