Small Town Secrets

Arlo strode through the store without really paying attention, the isles filled with occasional shoppers pushing their carts or browsing a colorful selection of cheap, mass produced goods of every description.

Even in the three years since he had moved away from his home town the stores layout hadn't changed, Arlo bee lining towards the isle that held his prey, the male hygiene products. He grinned at the analogy even if it was cliché and even misogynistic to think that men hunted and women browsed. He had always hated shopping with any of his past girlfriends, the endless wandering up and down isles, the monotonous comparison of two identical items that might save a nickel, the aggravation of waiting in line while someone sorted through an entire set of Encyclopedia Britanica in coupons. Some people hated the advent of self checkout lanes, but Arlo loved them. He knew without a doubt that they were created by a man for men who wanted to walk in, grab the one or two items they wanted and leave.

Arlo found the isle exactly where he expected and after running it mercilessly to ground seized his prey, a can of Skintimate and a pack of a dozen disposable razors. His hunt now a success he turned to return to his hearth and...

He banged his knees into the cart that had just made the turn into the same isle with a clatter of metal on metal.

"I'm so sorr..." a woman began to say at the same moment Arlo stepped back with his own, "Sorr..."

Arlo stumbled to a stop while he stared at the tall, slim woman, dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun with stray strands sticking out haphazardly. Her long, narrow face had a look of absolute shock, gray blue eyes wide as she raised a hand to cover her mouth.

"Daphne," Arlo said, his own face mirroring her surprise.

"I... I didn't know you were in town?" Daphne whispered, her expression never changing.

"Dad's back in the hospital," Arlo replied, his eyes never leaving hers, "Came back to see him and you know me, I'm always forgetting something when I travel."

Arlo held up the can of shaving cream and razors, Daphne's eyes barely flickering down towards them.

"Mommy?" a child's high pitched voice piped in.

Arlo glanced down at the child sitting in the seat of the shopping cart, only now even noticing him. He began to glance back up at Daphne when the boys mop of curly dark black hair made him stop and stare.

A mop of curly black hair that was identical to his own.

"It's Ok, Jason, just a little bump," Daphne said reassuringly, "Here..."

Daphne took her purse from her shoulder left bare except for the thin straps of her yellow sundress and after digging for a moment offered the little boy a sucker which he seized greedily. Arlo stared at the back of the boy's head while his tiny fingers worked at the wrapping and then slowly looked up to meet Daphne's eyes.

"This is Jason," Daphne quickly said without meeting his eyes, "I... how's your Dad?"

Arlo paused at the sudden change in topic before giving a slight shrug.

"He's not... going to get better," Arlo replied as he stared into Daphne's eyes when she finally met his.

Light blue eyes with a dark rim around the outside of her iris, dark spokes radiating inward from the edge.

"He's just too damn stubborn to go into assisted living, so I came back to give Sis a little moral support and try to convince him."

Daphne nodded and glanced away.

"My mom, she was the same way," Daphne said.

"I heard," Arlo said, "I'm sorry."

Daphne nodded and then seemed at a loss for words.

"Daphne," Arlo said and looked down at the little boy sitting in the shopping cart seat who was still busy with his sucker.

"Not here," Daphne quickly said, her voice breaking, "Not in Kmart!

"Can... would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

Alro had to make himself look away from the back of Jason's head to meet Daphne eyes.

"Please," Daphne said softly.

"Runch!" Jason suddenly demanded and smacked his lollipop against the push bar of the shopping cart.

"We'll get Captain Crunch, I promise," Daphne said with a smile as she glanced down at Jason only for a moment before looking back at Arlo.

"Mom left me the house," Daphne added, "You won't even have to climb up onto the garage and sneak in my bedroom window."

Arlo coughed back a laugh and glanced from Daphne's eyes to the back of Jason's head who was again busy with his lollipop and back to find her eyes imploring him.

"How old is he?" Arlo asked.

"He just turned two in May," Daphne replied.

Arlo swallowed back a sudden lump in his throat, memories of a hot, humid August three years ago coming back to him. A summer where he and Daphne had been inseparable before he had graduated college and taken a job on the other side of the country.

"I think... I probably should come by, huh," Arlo said.

"Seven?" Daphne asked.

Arlo nodded while Daphne stared at him, their eyes almost at eye level. It was unusual for a girl to match his six foot three, something that when it happened always reminded him of Daphne who was maybe an inch shorter than he was if that.

"I... I have to finish shopping," Daphne said almost apologetically.

"I'll see you at seven," Arlo replied.

Daphne gave a hesitant nod and then pulled the cart back before steering it around him and then down the isle.

"Bye," Daphne said while she stared back at him over her shoulder.

Arlo stared at Jason, sucker firmly emplaced in his mouth while his tiny fingers worked at the buckle holding him in his seat and then up to Daphne.

"Bye," Arlo said before watching Daphne turn and hurry away.

Arlo watched her round the corner of the isle and disappear, her flip flops slapping at her bare feet merging with the memory of her never wearing shoes making his stomach knot painfully, the image of a small head covered in a mop of curly black hair racing through his mind.

Arlo continued to stare after her for another minute and then wandered out of the store. He was only feet from the mat that would trigger the sliding glass doors when he realized he had even forgotten to pay. He turned back and hurried over to the self checkout, a store employee eyeing him suspiciously until he finally made it out to the parking lot.

The drive back to the Holiday Inn barely registered, Arlo running up to his room and quickly shaving while he stared at his own unruly curly black hair. He was just wiping his face off with a towel when his phone began playing 'Rock'n Roll Ain't Noise Pollution'.

"Hey, Sis," Arlo said after glancing at the phone to see his sister's caller ID before answering.

"Hey yourself," Kate shot back, "Dad's awake, I was wondering if you were ever going to come by?"

"Had to run to the store to pick up some things first," Arlo replied, "I'll be there in thirty."

"Good," Kate replied in a much pleasanter voice, "He's doing good today."

"I'll be there soon," Arlo replied and then hesitated.

"What's up?" Kate said after a moment.

"I saw Daphne at the store," he replied quietly.

There was absolute silence from the phone and Arlo pulled it away from his ear for a moment to see if he still had connection.

"She had a little boy with her," Arlo continued.

Kate took a deep breath that Arlo could hear even over the phone connection.

"You remember Bradly Simpson?" Kate suddenly asked.

"Vaguely?" Arlo replied, "The guy who ran cross country and track that was messing around with his cousin?"

"That's him," Kate said with a laugh.

"Ok, what about him?" Arlo asked after several moments of silence.

"They're getting married," Kate replied.

"Wait... what?" Arlo said in confusion, "Who's getting married?"

"Daphne and Bradly," Kate replied.

Arlo felt like he had been punched in the stomach for a second time that day.

"Have you seen her little boy?" Arlo finally managed to ask.

"Everyone in town has seen Jason," Kate replied, "Just...

"Stay away from her and go back to Portland in a couple of days."

Arlo didn't reply while trying to sort out his racing thoughts.

"Like you've ever listened to me, asshole," Kate finally said, "Hurry up and come see Dad."

"I'm leaving now," Arlo replied and hung up.

Arlo came to a stop beneath the shade of a maple, a seedpod spinning dizzily to land on his windshield a moment later. After so many years the street he had grown up on seemed smaller and somehow dirtier. The home he had grown up in was a modest gray with white trim split level ranch that his Dad had sold two years ago when he moved in with Kate. He wasn't even sure who lived there now, but the dangerous looking tree house leaning drunkenly to the side in the backyard oak seemed wrong and out of place when he thought back to all the times he had spent sleeping in it on a hot summer's night.

He could almost smell the cloying sweet smell of honeysuckle while memories of lightning bugs and the distant rumble of thunder in the humid air made him sad.

And Daphne, giggling and laughing when she had snuck out to join him in that treehouse before either of them had understood why boys and girls shouldn't have sleepovers together.

Arlo stared at Daphne's house that was adjacent to his, a two story brick colonial with white pillars over a gabled front door, one side of the house taken up by a doublewide garage door. The shutters on the second story windows were all painted a dark green, the copper gutters only a slightly lighter color of corroded green. Rose bushes clung to a trellis alongside the garage, Arlo remembering all the pricks he had willingly endured climbing up that trellis once he and Daphne had discovered why boys and girls shouldn't have sleepovers together.

Arlo tried to forget the trip to the hospital, Kate's silence when he had tried to discuss Daphne or her son, the way his Dad had drifted in and out, sometimes not even recognizing who Arlo was while insisting on going back to Kate's house after just a stupid trip in the kitchen had resulted in a ruptured spleen. He had stayed for nearly two hours until the nurses had chased both he and Kate out and then waited some more at his hotel until it was half past six.

Arlo stared at the window that had been Daphne's room, white curtains drawn to block his view which was something Daphne had certainly never bothered doing with his own bedroom window only thirty feet away and almost at the same height. She had never bothered turning out her light either.

With an image of dark black curly hair and a childish voice demanding 'Runch!' Arlo opened the rental car's door, the humidity hitting him like a wet cloth after the airconditioned ride and the harsh rise and fall burring of cicadas filling the air. He checked his watch and with five minutes to spare walked up the sidewalk to the steps of the entry.

It seemed surreal to walk up and just knock, Arlo and Daphne's families cordially hating each other for as long as Arlo could remember. Daphne's family had been 'house poor' as his father was want to describe, and not even able to keep up on the maintenance of their white elephant, Arlo's Dad never missing an opportunity to show off the latest expense be it a backyard smoker, or even a pool that he had installed a few years before Arlo had moved out after college. Arlo pushed the yellowed and faded plastic rectangular doorbell, double chimes sounding from inside.

"Yea! Just a second!" Daphne's voice yelled.

Arlo gritted his teeth at the sound of her voice, his jaw aching while he waited until after a minute the door flew open.

"Hi!" Daphne said while she looked at Arlo nervously.

Arlo gave a small, almost forced smile as he looked at her, the yellow sundress from earlier having been replaced by cut off jeans and a crop top that left most of her stomach exposed with the lower edge of the shirt tented out from the swell of her D cup breasts. He glanced down her long, tanned legs and wasn't surprised to see that she was barefoot, memories of all the times he had teased her for never wearing shoes even in the winter with the snow and slush coming back to him.

"Hey," Arlo replied and after several moments gave another small smile, "Can I come inside?"

"Oh! Right!" Daphne exclaimed and stepped back for Arlo to walk inside.

"Shoes off," Daphne said the moment he stepped into the foyer while he was glancing around what he could see of the living room and sunroom.

"Umm hmm," Arlo replied and turned to stare at her, "Still into everyone being barefoot?"

Arlo toed out of his shoes, a pair of Nike sneakers he had bought just before his trip home since most of his other shoes were old enough to be falling apart or for work.

Arlo glanced around the living room and sunroom again, the furnishings more eclectic and cluttered than he ever remembered. The sunroom was even carpeted in a giant canvas drop cloth with a handful of easels and partially completed paintings scattered around, the living room floor covered in toy trucks, oversized Lincon logs, and stuffed animals ranging from lions and bears to a giant walrus that was as long as Arlo was tall.

Arlo stared at all the toys scattered about, something that would have been unthinkable when Daphne's mom and ruled the roost and then looked at Daphne.

"Is Jason home?" Arlo asked.

"No," Daphne replied, "He's... with a babysitter tonight."

"Babysitter..." Arlo said flatly.

"Yes, a babysitter," Daphne snapped.

"But..." Arlo began only to have Daphne hold up a hand to stop him.

"Jason's none of your concern," Daphne cut in, "We need to talk, but you don't get to suddenly show up and start demanding jack shit!"

Daphne's tone of voice didn't leave any doubt at all about what she had just said, but after glancing into the living room and the clutter of toys he shook his head and glared back at her.

"Should he be?" Arlo asked, "I mean, my sister Kate, from what she said, everyone in town seems to know something I don't. What the hell is going on, Daph?"

Daphne only glared at him for several seconds and then glanced down at his stockinged feet.

"Socks too," Daphne demanded and then turned around to walk away.

"What?" Arlo asked in astonishment, "Why?"

"You've never seen Risky Business?" Daphne asked and then stepped through the door into the kitchen and out of view, "Wouldn't want you to slip and fall."

Arlo rolled his eyes but also hopped on each foot to pull his socks off and stuff them into his shoes before walking after her. When he stepped into the kitchen there was a moment of vertigo at how little it had changed, the only noticeable difference being the massive white enamel fridge now replaced by a brushed steel freezer and fridge combo. Daphne was already sitting at the table with an open bottle of Espolon Blanco and a shot glass in front of her. She slammed the shot back with barely a shudder and then looked up at Arlo before nodding to a chair across the table from her.

"How have you been?" Daphne asked as Arlo took a seat, "Keeping Portlandia weird and all that shit?"

"Doing my part," Arlo replied and took the shot glass out of Daphne's fingers to poor himself a glass, the bottle still ice cold from coming straight from the freezer and beaded in sweat, "You'd love it.

"I go to the nude beaches every week in the summer."

Daphne snorted while she watched Arlo take his own shot before setting the shot glass back on the table.

"You do not!" Daphne said accusingly, "Everyone knows it rains there all year so how are there supposed to be nude beaches!"

Arlo cocked an eyebrow at Daphne without saying a word while she smiled and shook her head.

"It would be fun though, wouldn't it," Daphne said mischievously, "How many times did we go swimming in your pool at night?"

Arlo smiled at the memory, of seeing Daphne's long, lean, naked body frosted in the moonlight and then took a deep breath.

"You could have come with me," Arlo said softly, "You should have come with me. Jason..."

"Stop!" Daphne cut in and then quickly refilled the shot glass before finishing it off.

"What... what happened after I left?" Arlo asked quietly.

"Life went on, Arlo," Daphne shot back, "You leaving wasn't the end of the world!"

Arlo flinched while Daphne grimaced and glanced down at the table.

"I guess it wasn't," Arlo replied and reached out for the shot glass to refill before taking his turn.

"It was... rough," Daphne said after a moment, "but with Dad having passed I was the only thing Mom had and she needed my help.

"We still had a mortgage and Dad's life insurance barely covered the funeral and..."

Daphne trailed off for a moment while staring into space and then looked up to meet his eyes.

"I missed you," Daphne said and then grabbed the shot glass back for herself.

"Yea, me too," Arlo admitted while staring into her eyes.

Arlo reached out tentatively and laid his hand on the table between them, palm up. Daphne stared at it for several seconds and just as Arlo began to pull it back reached out to take it in hers. Arlo gave a squeeze, her hand freezing cold and sweaty at the same time while he glanced from her fingers entwined in his up to meet her eyes.

"You said... you said Jason turned two in May," Arlo said softly and felt Daphne stiffen, "I moved to Portland in August three years ago."

"You ran away and left me!" Daphne accused.

"I took a job, Daphne!" Arlo said and held onto her hand when she tried to pull away, "A career!

"I'm doing really well, Daphne!" Arlo pressed, "I'm making enough... I'm making enough for a family!"

"Well, good for you," Daphne said and yanked her hand free before quickly pouring and downing another shot.

"Daphne!" Arlo pleaded while looking into her eyes, "It doesn't take a rocket scientist!

"August, September, October, Nov..."

"Oh, shut up!" Daphne interrupted him, "You don't think I know exactly how long it took for me to have Jason!"

"But..." Arlo tried to cut in.

"You were gone, Arlo!" Daphne snapped, "You left!

"And you have no right to say anything about Jason!"

"But..." Arlo cut in.

"He's not yours!" Daphne yelled and slammed the shot glass down onto the table.

"Really?" Arlo asked sarcastically, "You want to see the pictures of me when I was his age?"

"Arlo, he is not yours!" Daphne said and then sniffed back tears.

Arlo stared at her and then pulled the shot glass towards him to refill and slam back a shot. As soon as he finished he put the glass on top of the neck of the Espolon Blanco bottle and moved it off the table and over to one of the counters before taking his seat again. He could already feel his head spinning, having really not drank much and certainly not traded shots since...

He smiled at Daphne when he remembered how often he had woken up absolutely miserable fighting a hangover and promising himself that if he just got to feel better this time he'd never have another drink again.

"What?" Daphne asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," Arlo replied and then started to say more for Daphne to quickly cut him off.

"I invited you over because we had to talk... and yes... about Jason," Daphne pressed on, "There's lots of rumors... everyone knows who Jason's Daddy is in this fucked up town, but it is not you!"

"How do you know that?" Arlo pressed, "It's not like you were ever on birth control with your Mom ready to freak out, we never used condoms, I always pulled out... except for a couple of times when I didn't and you swore up and down it was safe for us.

"How do you know? I leave and... what... nine months to the day later... surprise!"

"You're right, everyone in town thinks Jason is yours," Daphne replied, "And... maybe I should have told everyone the truth and he wasn't, but it was easier just letting everyone assume.

"And it wasn't nine months, Jason was a preemie, he was born two months early and spent a month in the NICU before I could take him home."

"But... I was in Portland..." Arlo said in amazement.

"You were in Portland, asshole," Daphne shot back.

"So Jason isn't mine?" Arlo said unsure if he was more relieved or disappointed in the revelation.

Daphne rolled her eyes while shaking her head.

"So... who's is he?" Arlo asked, "He doesn't look anything like Bradly Simpson."

Daphne flinched at the mention of Bradly's name, her eyes flickering towards the bottle of tequila for a moment before meeting Arlo's eyes again.

"Let me guess," Daphne replied, "Kate told you."

"That you're getting married?" Arlo replied, "Yea, kind of an important piece of information."

"He's sweat," Daphne said while staring at the table, "He doesn't treat me like shit... or leave."

"Stop that," Arlo shot back, "I asked you... I begged you to go with me!"

"I should have," Daphne whispered, her eyes never leaving the table.

Arlo stopped what he was about to say and simple stared at Daphne for several moments before reaching out his hand again. After only a moment she reached out to take it without ever meeting his eyes.

"I should have," Daphne whispered again.

Arlo flinched when he felt Daphne's toes brush against his before she moved both her feet so that they were pressed against him. He didn't say anything only just held her hand with her feet pressed against his for over a minute.

"Portland is nice," Arlo finally said and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "There really are nude beaches, and hot springs you don't have to bother with clothes, hiking in the mountains, the ocean, kayaking and skiing..."

Daphne smiled sadly and finally looked up to meet his eyes.

"I'm not moving," Daphne whispered, Arlo flinching again at the feel of her feet caressing his.

She stared at him for a few moments with the same sad smile.

"And if I moved back?" Arlo asked quietly.

"What... and give up your job... your career?" Daphne asked just as softly, "Not to mention all these nude beaches you keep going on about! I'm starting to think you never wear clothes out there in Portlandia!"

"I was supposed to marry the girl next door," Arlo said, Daphne's toes running up and down his ankle while he stared into her eyes.

"Life sucks and then you die," Daphne replied without ever glancing away, "We don't always get what we want... I always wanted to marry the boy next door."

"Then why don't you?" Arlo asked while he squeezed Daphne's hand.

"I wanted you to hear it from me that Jason wasn't yours," Daphne said softly, her toes still running up and down his ankle, "To many busy bodies who would love nothing better than to go running to you and start spreading all their petty crap."

"Daphne..." Arlo said softly as he reached out to take her hand in both of his.

"Bradly and I are going to be married in September, did Kate tell you that?" Daphne asked.

"Not when," Arlo replied softly.

"He wants to have children as soon as we can," Daphne confessed, her toes still moving up and down Arlo's ankle, "We stopped using birth control three months ago.

"He want's me walking down the isle with a baby bump!"

Daphne laughed while shaking her head.

"Can you imagine our parents wanting... trying for that!"

"Oh my god, I can't even," Arlo said with a laugh of his own, "Although... Kate was born pretty fast after Mom and Dad were married! Maybe they wouldn't have been as shocked as we like to think."

Daphne smiled and glanced down at Arlo's hands holding hers before meeting his eyes again.

"Bradly, he's in Chicago on business right now, and every busybody in town probably knows you're here," Daphne said softly, "I had... I needed to tell you myself about Jason.

"But you should probably go now."

Arlo didn't let go of Daphne's hand while he stared at her, her toes still caressing softly up and down his ankle.

"I probably should, shouldn't I," Arlo finally said.

"You probably should," Daphne whispered.

"Didn't you promise me dinner though?" Arlo asked.

Arlo pulled Daphne's hand towards him, her body leaning forward while she stared towards the window.

"I haven't... made anything," Daphne whispered, Arlo leaning in while still pulling her slowly forward.

"You never were much of a cook," Arlo whispered while pulling Daphne forward close enough so that he could feel her breath against his lips.

"Arlo," Daphne whispered.

Arlo wasn't sure who leaned first, one moment Daphne's breath caressing his lips, the next her lips pressed hard against his for him to feel her teeth through her lips. Their mouths parted, the next moment their tongues thrusting against each other, pushing into each other's mouths. He could taste coffee and tequila and pulled back just enough so that their lips were barely touching. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Daphne's eyes closed tightly while tears spilled down her cheeks and then gently used the tip of his tongue to trace over the bottom of her upper lip.

She flinched at the soft touch, something they had done countless times, countless hours in his tree house or in her room. Countless memories of soft, slow, gentle explorations that made his heart ache.

"Daph," Arlo whispered, his lips still pressed feather light against hers while he stared at her beautiful, tear streaked face.

"You should go," Daphne whispered, her eyes never opening and then suddenly stood up, her hand slipping out of Arlo's.

Arlo watched as she reached down to unbutton her jean shorts, his eyes glancing up to see her staring back at him again when she pushed them down over her hips to fall to the kitchen floor. He swallowed and slowly pushed his chair back to stand, Daphne's fingers toying with the hem of her white cotton panties.

"I should," Arlo said and then stepped towards her.

Daphne stepped into him at the same moment, their arms wrapping around each other to pull them tightly together just before their lips touched. Arlo gave an involuntary moan at the feel of Daphne's tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, his hands stroking up and down her back while he pulled her in tight.

Arlo slipped his tongue into Daphne's mouth, wondering for only a moment if she still enjoyed suckling his tongue. He smiled with his lips pressed against hers while she sucked hard, the pressure building while she held his tongue inside her mouth.

Arlo's hands slipped slowly down, Daphne's kiss becoming harder and more demanding when his palms cupped her ass and squeezed. It was her turn to moan in Arlo's mouth when he grazed his fingernails lower along the back of her thighs.

Suddenly Alro took Daphne by the thighs and lifted, her legs spreading apart as he pulled her against him and spun around. In moments she was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her fingers pulling and tugging at the unruly black curls of his hair, their lips never parting. Arlo's fingers found the hem of Daphne's panties and pulled down, Daphne lifting up slightly and then having to untangle her legs from around his waist for him to pull them down her long legs.

Arlo panted and gazed down at her sex, her outer lips covered in a down of silky brown, her inner lips already glistening wet and swollen. She spread her legs again, Arlo mesmerized by the sight of her inner lips opening, glistening threads of liquid clinging between them for a moment until they snapped to form droplets beaded on her petals.

"You're so beautiful," Arlo said breathlessly while Daphne quickly unbuckled his belt and the button of his slacks so that they fell around his knees.

Daphne glanced up from between Arlo's legs to meet his eyes and then reached out to pull him towards her. He stepped forward, her legs wrapping around his waist again while he struggled to push his boxers down while at the same moment she pulled his head down for her to kiss.

Arlo quickly gave up and simply guided his erection out of the hole in the front of his boxers while Daphne's tongue speared into his mouth and then gasped when Daphne's hand took his hard dick and guided him forward.

"Ohhhhh, you feel soooo good," Arlo gasped as he felt Daphne's warm, wet heat wrap around the head of his cock.

Daphne whimpered, her hand still holding his shaft while she moved him up and down. He realized that she was just barely allowing the head of his cock to enter her vulva, running his head up and down over her entrance, using him to stroke up and down between her inner lips and over her clit and then back down to her vulva.

"Oh, god, we can't!" Daphne whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I want to, I want to soooo much, but we can't!"

"If you don't want me to," Arlo gasped, Daphne's wet heat enveloping the head of his cock over and over as she stroked him up and down between her inner lips, "I'll do what you want, Daphne.

"I... I love you, Daphne, I've always loved you."

Daphne chocked back a sob and placed Arlo's dick at her mouth before using her feet to pull him into her.

"Fuck, Daph!" Arlo gasped and grabbed Daphne's waist to pull her closer to the edge of the kitchen table while he thrust into her.

Once he was all the way inside of her, her wet heat enveloping and squeezing his length he leaned down to kiss her lips, her arms wrapping around his torso to pull him towards her, to pull him into her.

They kissed without moving, lovers moaning their pleasure into each other's mouths, their bodies joined in a much more intimate kiss. They began to move at the same moment, an unspoken agreement to share in each other's pleasure, every thrust, even the slightest motion accompanied by a wet sound that filled the kitchen.

Arlo began to thrust into Daphne with loud, wet slaps, the kitchen table giving a loud squeak and slipping away every time. Arlo had to chase after Daphne, each thrust meaning he had to stumble forward with his slacks tangled around his ankles, her arms and legs never releasing him, their kiss never pausing.

When the table banged into the wall they both gasped in pleasure, Arlo's thrust plunging deep into Daphne without her slipping away.

"I want to taste you again!" Arlo suddenly exclaimed minutes later when he pulled away from their kiss, Daphne only gazing at him wide eyed while she gave a slight nod.

Arlo gazed down and slowly pulled himself out of Daphne, his shaft coated in a thick, milky cream. When the head of his cock finally slipped out of Daphne's gaping hole that same milky cream flowed out of her to hang by a long thread as it dripped down.

Alro quickly dropped to his knees, Daphne's downy pubic hair wet and matted. But what drew his eye were Daphne's inner lips and gaping vulva, milky fluid flowing steadily from her mouth. She had large, long inner lips several shades darker than her skin, her clit already swollen and peeking out from beneath her hood. He breathed in her musky, peaty aroma and then leaned forward to run the flat of his tongue from her asshole upward all the way to her clit.

"Unhhhh!" Daphne gasped, her hips giving and involuntary thrust towards Arlo's face.

He lapped at her gaping vulva several times before using the tip of his tongue to gently circle her clit, her strong, pungent flavor filling his mouth. Arlo only paused to suck on each of her inner lips and then lapped at her open vulva again and again, his tongue slipping inside of her until there wasn't a drop of her milky nectar left and then lapped at her gaping sex even more.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" Daphne gasped and brought her feet up to rest on Arlo's shoulders angled so that her toes could caress is cheeks and face while he lapped at her.

Arlo saw the moment when Daphne came, her pussy and even her puckered, tiny asshole suddenly clenching and squeezing and still he didn't stop lapping at her vulva and clit.

"Unh, unh, unnnnhhhh!" Daphne gasped, her fingers pulling in Arlo's hair and forcing his face between legs as they clamped tightly shut.

Arlo held still until Daphne finally relaxed and released his trapped head and then stood up, his need still evident with his erection standing out before him. He moved closer, Daphne opening her legs to accept him as he slipped back into her, her sheath still squeezing him from her recent climax.

He began to thrust while he stared into her eyes, the fingers of her hands interlaced behind his neck while she stared back.

'I love you,' Daphne mouthed without ever saying the words out loud and then pulled his head forward for them to kiss.

With Daphne's smell and taste still lingering on his lips it didn't take long for Arlo's pleasure to build and surge. He pulled away just enough to stare into Daphne's eyes the moment before he came.

"I'm getting close," Arlo gasped.

Daphne's eyes widened, her expression turning fearful for only a moment before she used her hands still behind his neck to pull him close.

"Cum inside me," Daphne whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, her eyes gazing deep into his.

Arlo thrust again and again, his pleasure surging while he struggled to hold back. Two, and then three thrusts he clenched his muscles to hold back his seed, pleasure exploding to send stars dancing across his visiin while he held his breath until he couldn't hold back any longer.

He felt his seed pulse into Daphne while he pulled her close, his length buried deeply inside of her. She moaned and then pulled him into a kiss, their tongues sparing and dancing while his body jerked several more times as he added more of his seed to Daphne's willing body.

When he was finally spent he pulled away from their kiss to press their foreheads together, both panting while they caught their breath without him ever pulling out.

"You have to go," Daphne said several minutes later with her forehead still pressed against his, the first words she had spoken since he had came inside of her.

"What?" Arlo said in shock, pain at her tone lancing through him.

"You... have... to... leave!" Daphne repeated.

"But..." Arlo tried to say.

"Go!" Daphne said while chocking back a sob, her hands pressing at his chest and forcing him away.

Arlo stepped back, his semi flaccid length slipping from Daphne's gaping body, his milky seed spilling out to drip down and splatter on the kitchen floor. Arlo looked up to see tears streaming down Daphne's face and took an involuntary step forward.

"God damnit!" Daphne snapped and raised a hand to keep Arlo from getting any closer, "Get the fuck out, Arlo!

"Leave! Just like you did three years ago! And don't ever come back!"

Arlo stared at her with his mouth hanging open. She still had her legs spread wide, her vulva a dark, round mouth with his cum still dripping out of her as she made no attempt to cover herself.

"What happened?" Arlo said, his pain making his voice crack, "What happened to us?

"Who's Jason's father?"

"Get out!" Daphne demanded, her face flushed in sudden anger, "Just get the fuck out!"

She was almost screaming when she said the last few words, Arlo bending down to pull his pants up before turning away, both of them with tears streaming down their cheeks.

"When are you coming home again?" Kate asked several days later and stood to give Arlo a hug before he had to make his way through the TSA checkpoint.

"I'm going home," Arlo replied, Kate glaring at him and punching him in the arm.

"Portland isn't your home," Kate shot back, "This is!"

Arlo smiled and shrugged while Kate stared at him for several seconds and then shook her head.

"I told you not to go see her," Kate said.

"See who?" Arlo replied with a mischievous grin.

"Stop it," Kate said seriously, "You can't pretend when you all of a sudden you started acting like that song you used to drive me bat shit with... you're momma or your puppy just died!"

"Everybody Knows," Arlo said with a laugh, "I used to play that all the damn time!"

"And I used to hate it all the damn time too," Kate shot back, "But you really shouldn't have seen her!

"She's engaged to be married and she really showed what kind of person she was after you left to start your job three years ago."

"What do you mean?" Arlo asked curiously and took a quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall to make sure he still had time before his flight.

"You know Dad dated her Mom for awhile, right?" Kate asked.

"Her name's Daphne, you know," Arlo said with a laugh and then shook his head, "Yea, they hated each other for years, Kate, do you seriously think they would ever date?"

"They did," Kate insisted, "After you left Dad started going over and seeing her all the time, it lasted for a couple of months I guess.

"And then that bitch Daphne figured out she was pregnant with your baby. She came over and started screaming at Dad, told him she never wanted him over at her house ever again!

"Dad was screaming right back at her, calling her names he would have smacked us for ever saying... the cops even showed up!

"After that... Dad and Daphne's Mom broke up since he never went back over to their house again."

"What?" Arlo asked, his face suddenly numb.

"Daphne's Mom and our Dad dated for awhile after you moved away," Kate said mater of factly, "Until that bitch figured out she was pregnant by you and then turned into a complete psycho and broke them up.

"You need to go."

Kate turned and pushed Arlo towards the security lines, his eyes flickering up to the clock which showed he had only twenty minutes before he was to board.

"Have a safe trip," Kate called out while giving him a shove towards the line, "Next time I'll come out to see you!

"No more having to see a certain so and so ever again!"