“I love you Bev. My angel. My princess.”
She grinned.
“I love you Bill. My man. My king. Make love to me. I don’t know why; but, right now, this moment means more to me than anything in my life.”
So, I did… slowly. At times, teasingly, as I just let the glans penetrate her. Bev giggled.
They say that if you don’t laugh, at least once, when you’re making love then you’re not having fun. That has never been a problem.
Bev gripped me tight, as I pressed in, filled her with everything I had, and bottomed out.
“Oh, god Bill. That feels so good. I love it when you fill me. Your cock has always felt so good inside of me.”
She tightened her walls.
“Do me.”
Bev held me tight, as my final stroke I pressed in as deep as I could and coated everything inside of her with a thick warm white cream.
I don’t remember if I closed the door to my room when we drifted off, or not. It didn’t matter. Fortunately, the thin sheet protected our modesty.
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About mid-way through the City’s first Ballet Program, they ran another advertisement saying that they were, once again, taking sign-ups for the final afternoon sessions for the summer. Starting in the fall, if there was still interest, they would offer sessions in the evenings for older kids and any adults that were interested.
Word had spread. Many re-signed and a few new ones from out of town would push the class size to the maximum that Bev was comfortable with. She figured that the fall session there might be three weekly sessions.
She was pleased. Pleased with everything that was happening in her life. Pleased with her teaching. Pleased with her fellow educators. Pleased with her dancing. And mostly… at peace and pleased with us.
The mayor was delighted. Not only did it bring in some extra money to the city; but, some of the local cafes and restaurants were benefitting from the extra traffic to the downtown. He figured that once the classes were switched to evenings, the restaurant and bar businesses would increase.
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There were also picnics.
My company sponsored a family picnic at a local park. Word was, that you were pretty much expected to go. I didn’t last year, as I didn’t want to go by myself. This year was going to be different… I had my girlfriend, who I definitely wanted to show off to everyone.
And then there were picnics at my parents. My mom loved picnics. Once I heard her say, ‘let’s just have a picnic to celebrate the growing grass’. Bev said that her parents weren’t really into hosting picnics; but, added that she was sure that, if invited, they’d be happy to come.
I described what a picnic at my parents would be like. Lots of food: burgers, brats, hot dogs, baked beans, potato salad, fruit salads, Jell-O salads, chips, dips, and off course… beer. If you went away hungry, it was your own fault.
“Your mom makes all of that,” she said in amazement.
“Most of it. My aunts to pitch in, so it’s not too bad.”
“We should bring something.”
I never thought of that. It was a good idea. I’d talk to my mom.
And then there were all the relatives: aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces, nephews.
A 4th of July family picnic. Being in Illinois, you couldn’t buy any type of firework that left the ground. All you could get were sparklers, fountains, and boring stuff like that. Wisconsin, on the other hand, you could get pretty much whatever you wanted. Since the state line was only twenty minutes away, I stopped there one night after work.
An hour later, I left loaded: bottle rockets, roman candles, aerial bombs, firecrackers, and yes aerial fireworks.
The picnic was fun. Bev was dressed just the way that she knew I loved. Even in the few weeks of her evening dance classes, I could tell that her body had taken on a sleek and fit look. Bev said that she couldn’t tell. I reassured her that she looked great… in, and out of clothes. I got a cute kiss to my cheek.
A pair of white shorts, which molded to her extremely firm butt cheeks and came to mid-thigh showed off her smooth thighs and toned calves. And then there was the halter top. A sexy tie-dye red, white, and blue print that was completely backless, and tied behind her neck. The bottom, inches above her cute bellybutton. Her toned tummy and firm waist made my mouth water. The halter top had a built-in bra. But, then, Bev really didn’t need a bra.
Wayne and I were sitting at the kitchen table when Bev entered the room. Whatever conversation we were in… ended. Bev had four eyes on her, as two, barely audible, ‘oh shits’ were heard. Her ears picked that up. She grinned.
“You like?”
Wayne and I stared, mesmerized. We watched, as she did a slow turn, letting each of us savor the smooth expanse of her exposed back and tight butt. I groaned, as she flashed an over-the-shoulder grin. Bright white teeth shining. Those smoky-gray eyes sparkling.
“God, Bev. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” my voice still trying to catch itself.
“No kidding,” I heard from my right.
“There’s a new boutique in town, and I found this. It’s hand-made.”
We got there early. Given how I had described the picnic, Bev said that she figured that my mom could really use a ‘second hand’. She did. It was fun to watch the two of them interact, in a completely different atmosphere. More one-on-one. It warmed my heart. Bev was truly being drawn into my family. I caught bits of their conversations on Bev’s ballet classes, both where she was the instructor and where she was a student.