18 Again

I was taking 2 weeks of my annual holidays, driving to my hometown to celebrate my mom's birthday on Monday and attend a wedding next Saturday.

Kyle, a high school buddy of mine was getting married again.

When he called me with a personal invite I jokingly asked:

Remarried, why would you wanna do the same thing over again?

Isn't that the definition of insanity, doing the same thing over again expecting different results?

I recently went through my divorce, painful, expensive, I vowed I would never do it again.

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It was close to midnight when I pulled off the highway into the outskirts of the little farm town where I grew up.

Everything was quiet, no traffic, Main Street had three traffic lights, that we're now all blinking amber.

The kind of silence small towns have after everyone goes to sleep.

A smile came to my face when I passed under the first flashing light.

What a change from the big city 24/7 hustle I left 2 hours ago.

A block later I noticed a woman walking hurriedly down the sidewalk, the only sign of life I had seen in town, other than the mangy looking feral dog a block back.

I slowing as I got alongside her, pulling my Chevy pick up over and lowering the passenger window.

"Can I offer you a ride?"

Her hoodie hid her face until she turned, ducked to look in at me.

"No thanks I'm fine."

My God, it was Brianna; I hadn't seen her in 8 years.

I hardly recognized her, she looked tired and weak, dishevelled hair, it was obvious she was crying.

Brianna was the gal I dated most of high school, I felt she was way out of my league, not only the hottest blonde in school, but the most popular, head cheerleader, prom queen.

I couldn't believe my luck, me Kevin Millar, I was dating her.

Most figured we'd marry.

We broke up when I went across the country to college, she had plans to go to the city, find and marry a wealthy businessman.

The next summer when I returned home from college, I found out she was pregnant by Duane, the former class clown, a broke, high school dropout, who worked at the local salvage yard and spent most of his paycheck at the local bar.

She married him, moved into the trailer he grew up on outskirts of town.

Last year I heard from Kyle, she divorced him.

When she looked into my truck, I noticed she was shivering, yet it was a warm evening and she had on a hoodie, eyes red from crying, she had an expression of fear.

"Brianna?"

It came out as a question, but I knew who she was.

I thought she might be hurt, stepping out of my truck, I rushed to her.

When she lifted her face toward me, the years apart vanished.

She blinked fast, like she wasn't sure I was real; then her lips trembled into a tired smile, a shaky voice barely above a whisper.

"Kevin, I need help."

Her appearance and words hit me hard; her arms wrapped around herself.

I put my right arm around her shoulders for reassurance.

Opening the passenger door and assisting her into my truck she slid in quietly.

I got the faint scent of a lavender body lotion, and high school memories flashed back, it was the same aroma I came to know during our entire time together.

I hadn't thought about that scent in years, yet I recognized it instantly.

Her voice shook again.

"I don't wanna go home tonight,

She looked exhausted, like someone who had run out of strength long before, yet trudged on, she peered straight into my eyes.

"Take me to your place, please, I don't want to be alone."

There was no hesitation from me, I knew her well enough, I could tell she was distraught and definitely needed some type of help.

Starting the engine, put it in gear as we started away, she let out a shaky breath and leaned her head against the window.

I didn't ask questions, I just drove.

When parked in my mom's driveway, Brianna didn't move, she remained still for a long moment, staring at the porch swing, where we had our first kiss.

"I haven't been in this neighborhood for years; it doesn't hurt as much as I expected."

She turned to me tears on her cheeks.

"Maybe this is the wake-up call I need, rock bottom, where the only way now is up."

I helped her inside, she shivered as she sat on the sofa, I pulled the blanket off the back and wrapped it around her.

"I'll make you a tea."

When she held the warm mug with both hands, watching me the way someone watches a person they thought they'd lost forever.

"You look the same Kevin."

She said quietly.

"I'm glad it was you who stopped."

I didn't know what her story was yet, didn't know why her voice broke every time she spoke, or why her eyes carried so much sadness.

I felt fate was offering me something I thought I'd never see again.

A chance to look into the eyes of the girl who once held my whole world in her hands when she was asking to stay.

"I see you Bree, you're tired, but still as hot and gorgeous as I remember."

She forced a smile.

"You best get an optometrist appointment; you need glasses Kevin."

"Get some sleep Bree, I'll see you in the morning.

I headed to my room.

I couldn't sleep, my first love was hurting and my feelings for her resurfaced.

I pulled on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and quietly returned to the living room.

Bree was huddled in the corner, feet tucked under, the tension in her face easing little by little, her breathing now steady as she snoozed.

I guess I fell asleep watching her.

The morning light always felt softer in my mother's house, but that day it seemed almost too gentle, like it didn't want to disturb the woman sleeping on mom's couch.

Brianna had curled under the blanket sometime before dawn.

I made coffee, placing a cup on the coffee table and settling into the chair across and watched her sleep.

8 years had passed, and somehow, she looked exactly like the memory I often admitted I missed.

When she finally opened her eyes, she pulled the blanket under her chin and whispered.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with me like that last night."

I shook my head.

"You've no reason to apologize, I'm glad I was able to help."

She hesitated, looking down at her fingers.

"Most people don't want anything to do with me at all lately."

There was a weight I could feel in her words even before I knew the story.

She sat up, took a sip of the coffee I made and stared out the window at the street we once rode our bikes on.

"Brian must be worried," she murmured.

"I didn't want him to see me like that."

She turned back to me.

"Brian's, my son, he's 7 and protective."

She offered a tired smile.

"A little too protective, he's seen too much for a child."

She set the cup down.

I need to go home now; he'll be so worried."

I drove her home and as soon as her house came into view, I saw him.

Standing on the porch with arms crossed like a small guard refusing to abandon his post.

I pulled up to the steps, he looked a little like her, same sharp blue eyes, same stubborn expression.

The moment Brianna stepped out, he ran to her but glared at me, his shoulders tense.

"Mom, where were you?" He demanded.

"My car broke down."

Bree answered softly, rocking Brian in a tight embrace.

"Kevin helped me."

Brian's eyes drifted to me again, evaluating, cautious, somewhat accusing.

I recognized that look, kids from broken homes learn it early.

Before I could say anything, a car honked, skidding on the gravel as it stopped out front.

My stomach tightened when I saw the man leaning out of the driver's window, it was Duane, her ex.

"Brianna, we need to talk, right now."

I didn't know him personally, but the tone in his voice told me enough.

Sharp, controlling.

The kind of man who believed he never lost something unless he allowed it.

Brianna froze, pushing Brian behind her, that expression of fear returned.

Brian stepped out, stood slightly in of her, fists clenched, he lifted a cell phone and started recording.

"Duane, you need to leave, your restraining order prohibits you from being here, I'll call you later."

She said, turning her son away.

Duane didn't like that, he spoke louder.

"Why were you out all night?"

She swallowed, peering at me, then him.

"My car wouldn't start after work, I'm fine."

Duane's eyes flicked to me, cold and assessing, like he needed to be involved.

Before I could react, Brianna touched my arm gently, the smallest reassuring brush of her fingers on my forearm.

She whispered to Brian.

"Let's go inside."

They disappeared behind the door.

Leaving Duane staring at me like he wanted a reason to escalate the situation.

I didn't give him one, I simply got into my truck and drove across town to my mother's house.

I made arrangements to have Bree's car towed to the garage.

Mom greeted me with her usual smile, but it didn't last. She studied my face carefully, the way only mothers can. "You saw her, didn't you?"

I didn't answer; mom touching my shoulder.

"I always knew the two of you had unfinished business.

"I wish it were that simple."

We smiled at each other.

Later that afternoon, as I helped Mom prepare for her birthday dinner, I kept replaying Brianna's voice in my mind, the way she trembled when she said she didn't want to go home, the way she held onto her mug like warmth was something rare.

My phone buzzed, a message.

'Thank you for everything.'

A second later,

'he's angry, Brian is upset won't talk to me. I don't know how to fix any of this.'

I sat down, staring at her words, feeling something shift inside me.

A familiar instinct I hadn't felt in years, the instinct to protect her, like when we were kids and I chased away those older boys who teased her for her freckles.

Or in high school when someone made rude or smutty comments.

I replied:

'I'm here if you need anything, anytime.'

Minutes later, she wrote back.

'I know, for a week that too scares me.'

That evening, while my mother laughed with neighbors and cousins after blowing out her candles, I kept drifting away from the noise.

I stood outside on the porch, where the night air carried the faint scent of pine and something else.

Something that reminded me of Brianna's perfume when we were 18.

I couldn't stop thinking about the tremble in her voice. The fear in her son's eyes, the coldness in her ex's stare.

Something told me this wasn't just about a broken-down car. All the signs of abuse were there.

Something in her life had been breaking long before last night. And now, whether I was ready or not, I was being pulled back into her world, into the girl I once loved without saying those words.

The woman who appeared before me at midnight asking to feel safe again.

I wasn't sure if fate was giving me a second chance. or a responsibility for which I wasn't prepared.

The next couple days felt like walking back into a life I thought I'd left behind, not because the town looked the same, but because every place seemed to hold a ghost of who Brianna and I once were.

The schoolyard, the old bridge, the diner where we used to buy one milkshake with loose change and get 2 straws. And somehow, without planning anything, we kept crossing paths.

It started with a message from her later.

'I'm taking Brian to the park. If you're around, don't feel like you have to avoid us.'

I wasn't avoiding them, if anything, I was avoiding what I felt every time I saw her.

But I drove to the park anyway.

Brian saw me first.

He stiffened, like he wasn't sure whether to greet me or guard his mother.

Brianna sat on a bench in the shade under a Willow tree, her hair pulled back, her posture tired.

When she noticed me walking toward her, she smiled. Small, warm, real.

"You didn't have to come," she said quietly, "but I'm glad you did."

I answered, "I wanted to."

She glanced downward, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, that gesture became a habit when we were teenagers.

For a moment, the world around us softened.

Words weren't spoken but we communicated.

Brian was kicking a soccer ball with a few local kids, though his eyes kept darting toward us.

Brianna murmured.

"It's been just the two of us for a long time. He thinks he has to protect me."

"Maybe he does," I said gently.

"But he doesn't need to protect you from me."

Her eyes lifted to mine, soft, searching, and for a beat she didn't look away.

She sighed.

"I wish things were simple, Kevin. He doesn't trust any man, I feel like I'm barely holding everything together with trembling hands and no family for support."

"Then let me help." I said, "you don't have to carry everything alone."

Her fingers brushed mine. Not a full touch, just a light graze, but the warmth of it lingered long after she pulled her hand back.

She stood and called out to Brian.

"Brian, we're going for a walk, come on."

He trudged toward us reluctantly.

"Mom, I can stay and play, I'll be ok, Jimmy's dad is watching us."

He eyed me with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

"Are you going to be hanging around a lot now?"

Brianna opened her mouth to answer, but I spoke first.

"I don't know, I'd like too."

I said honestly.

"Only if your mom wants me to be."

Brian studied me carefully, then muttered.

"We'll see." Turned, running off to play.

It wasn't acceptance, but it wasn't rejection either.

Brianna and I walked a slow circle around the park.

She told me about her job at the local clinic, about her divorce, about how Duane never let her forget his version of her mistakes, even after the divorce and restraining order.

"He made me believe leaving was the irresponsible choice, ruining a family."

She whispered.

"But staying was breaking me, not just my body, my mind, my will."

I listened, not because I wanted to play the hero, but because for the first time in years, she was letting someone see her without her guard up.

At one point, she stopped walking, looked deep into my eyes.

"Kevin, do you ever feel like life didn't turn out the way you imagined?"

"All the time." I admitted.

"But sometimes life gives you pieces back, just not the way you expect."

Her voice softened.

"I never expected to ever see you again, when I heard you got married."

"Neither did I, but I'm divorced now too."

We chatted about my last 8 years as we walked.

As the sun dipped lower, I took them for supper and ice cream.

I drove them home, it felt damn good having her beside me, our bodies touching.

I went back to my mother's house.

Mom was watering her plants on the porch, pretending she wasn't waiting for news.

"Well," she asked.

"She's trying, to move on." I said.

"But she's scared, still healing."

Mom nodded knowingly.

"And you, are you scared too?"

I didn't answer because I didn't have to; mom's know.

Later that night, my phone buzzed.

'Thank you for today. I felt normal for the first time in a long while. And Brian seemed happy too.'

Then another message followed before I could reply. 'When you walked with me in the park, it felt like being 18 again, and that scares me more than anything.'

I stared at her words, my heart tightening with something familiar yet long buried.

I typed slowly, choosing my words carefully.

'You don't have to be afraid of me, my feelings for you are as strong now as they were then.'

After a moment, she wrote back.

'I'm afraid of how easy it is to feel safe with you.'

I lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the way she smiled at me under the Willow tree, the way her fingers brushed mine like a quiet confession. She wasn't ready to speak, but the thoughts were there.

8 years apart, and suddenly she was everywhere, in my thoughts, in my memories, in the quiet spaces I had forgotten were empty.

This wasn't just nostalgia, something new was forming, something careful, fragile, and real.

I didn't plan on falling for her again.

But some things don't ask for permission.

They grow slowly, quietly, until one day they're simply there, beating in your chest like they never left.

But part of me knew the closer we grew, the more her past would try to pull her back.

And if I wanted to be part of her world again, I'd have to be ready for the fight that might come with it.

Duane and Brian.

The next day, I drove to her house.

Brian answered the door, his expression was tight, guarded, but he didn't try to block the entrance this time.

"Mom's in the kitchen."

He muttered, turning walking off.

I found Brianna standing near the sink, sleeves rolled up, hair falling out of her clip, sunlight warming the side of her face.

I saw a woman trying to rebuild her life, one tiny, gentle step at a time.

When she heard my footsteps, she turned and something in her eyes softened instantly.

"I didn't expect to see you today." She said quietly.

"I really wanted to see you." The words slipped out before I could take them back.

"I came here to invite you to be my plus one at Kyle and Donna's nuptials, dinner and dance."

I saw her expression change, wiping her hands on a towel.

I added.

"Brian too, he needs to see you having a good time."

Her breath caught, but she didn't look away, she stepped closer.

"Kevin, I don't know what's happening to me."

Whispering.

"I keep telling myself to slow down, to be careful, but every time you're near, everything feels different, lighter, like the years apart evaporated."

I could feel the warmth of her body radiating from just inches away. Her fingers brushed my arm, tracing a meandering path up to my shoulder.

"You make me feel like we're 18 again, I still remember that night on your porch swing, the way ..."

I put my hand behind her neck, pulling her to me, her lips met mine.

When we broke apart, her eyes had welled up.

"No Kevin, we can't, I can't; my heart never mended when you left.

I tried to ease my heartache with Duane.

I can't go through that pain again.

It's best you leave now, turn, and go."

I held her tight, I knew what I wanted, unsure how to properly express it.

"Bree, I won't leave you again, I want you and Brian to start over with me."

"Are you serious?"

"I am, I never should have left, but I'm here now."

She burst into tears.

"Yes, oh yes, yes, yes!"

We made out for several minutes, then she called Brian to come into the kitchen.

"Brian, remember I told you I used to date a really nice guy that went off to college and I made a mistake marrying your dad instead of chasing after him."

Brian nodding.

"Ya."

"Well, Kevin is that guy, he came back for me."

Brianna had tears flowing down her cheeks.

"For us."

Brian in a quiet child's voice, asked.

"Is Kevin gonna protect you now mom?"

I answered before Bree.

"I am, but I might need your help."

Brianna full on sobbing hugged Brian tight.

We sat at the table and over the next hour she explained everything to him.

It was near lunchtime.

"After I buy you a burger and milkshake, I'll help you start packing.

We can store everything in mom's garage or we'll rent a U-Haul and take everything to my place."

I called my work to take another week.

When at the restaurant for lunch, I decided to take them shopping for a new dress and heels for Bree and a suit for Brian.

Bree wouldn't let me see what she bought.

Brian asked what I was going to wear, then asked for the same color suit.

We found the closest shade they had and were searching for a similar tie.

There were none close, I saw Brian's dejected expression.

"Brian pick out one you like and we'll buy two that match."

We spent the afternoon packing; I made it fun.

I ordered a pizza for supper, as we were finishing, Bree wrapped her arms around and squished Brian.

"I called Auntie Corrine earlier; she wants you to stay with her tonight."

Brian peered at me with an impish grin.

"I understand, I'll get more sleep there; you're wanting to make those weird animal noises and cry out those strange words I'm not allowed to repeat."

We all chuckled.

I asked.

"Who's Auntie Corrine? You don't have siblings."

"She's a divorced, older coworker; my go to sitter."

I took Brian to Corrine's; Bree had been working hard packing all afternoon and wanted time to shower and relax.

I returned she wasn't in view; I figured maybe she was bathing; I went to the bathroom, conjuring sinful thoughts.

She wasn't there; I went to her bedroom.

Bree was on the bed, stretched out on her side, wearing a red camisole with black trim.

Posing seductively as seen above the bar in a western movie.

Head on bent arm, bare legs, left one bent and in front of the other, cleavage tempting, nipples poking.

Damn she was always sexy but this moment she was way sexier.

A seductive gaze, her finger wagging, beckoning me closer, suggestively licking her lips.

"Undress before you join me."

I undid the top button and lifted my shirt over my head.

Unzipping, I lowered my briefs with my jeans.

That familiar aroma of lavender body lotion hit my nostrils.

The moment Bree saw my semi hard penis; she lifted onto all fours and catlike crawled to the edge of the bed.

Her hand went around to my butt cheek, slim fingers held the base of my dick, her face went down, cock went in, deep.

Her nose touched my pubes and my nob touched her throat a beat before her lips closed.

Fingers rolling my balls ever so delicately.

A strong suction as she slowly sucked back, lips snug around my corona, her tongue swirling my glans.

Her fingers twisting and squeezing the exposed portion of my shaft, administering a few extremely efficient deep throat strokes, some of which included a light, tantalizing teeth grazing.

Bree had exceptional oral skills.

My hands were reverently mapping everything I could reach.

Bree transformed into a ravenous beast, predatory eyes showing a hunger, a need like an addict, and my semen was her fix.

I gazed into her unbridled lust filled eyes.

"How long has it been?"

Bree smiled as she lifted to peer at me, her fingers remained skillfully tugging and twisting my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Eight years, I haven't felt real passion since you left, fucking Duane lacked any emotion."

Bree placed her hands on my waist, pulling me onto the bed.

Moving on top of me, offering a nipple to my mouth as she reached back and held my shaft to her heat radiating vulva.

A flurry of rubs on her clit, she rolled her hips and it seemed like her pussy sucked me in, greedily enveloping my entirety.

She sat upright, a deep sigh escaping, her eyes closed, her vaginal muscles contracting.

Her butt cheeks remained on my thighs, my cock fully embedded, moving with wild, reckless abandon.

She didn't ride me like normal, sliding up and down for pleasurable friction.

She enthusiastically undulating, twisting, wiggling, she ground her bottom with a need; as if every nerve receptor inside her needed to be stimulated.

Bree arching her back, behaving like a feral animal on a focused mission to feed her inner beast, moving with a purposeful to and fro hip rolling, grinding action.

Leaning back, her fingers gripping my shins she humped in a methodical way that I knew was calculated to stimulate her G.

Bree hastened her humping, moaning with ever thrust, then halting, her entire body vibrating.

"OOHH FFUU-UUUCK YESSSSS!"

She fell forward still rolling her hips, enjoying the afterglow briefly.

Then almost involuntarily her hips regaining a furious bucking like a sex starved woman.

She forced her tongue in my mouth and three thrusts later.

"MMMNNGGHHH!"

Quaking, convulsing, panting she collapsed.

"That's been building for eight years no way I could harness it."

Her tongue slipped between my lips.

Huffing, her eyes wide, pleading, gasping.

"Do me Kevin, your turn, I crave to feel you twitch inside me as you climax."

I wasn't about to simply just fuck her; I'd show her emotion and passion.

I intended to make this night memorable.

I rolled us over, lowering my head to find her lips in a searing kiss that could only be construed as passion and longing.

Our tongues danced, my hands roaming in reverent exploration, leaving no part of her body untouched.

I knew she yearned to feel claimed with admiration and respect, not that controlling power unleashed upon her by Duane.

With the tenderest of touches, gingerly roving, a light, grazing touch I explored her exquisite form.

Roaming purposefully, caressing every erogenous zone, cherishing every inch of her flesh.

Mapping each curve, crevice, and protrusion; stimulating the entire range of her sensory receptors.

I adoringly explored the curve of her breasts, delicately teasing her hardened peaks making her moan appreciatively.

She surrendered with an elongated sigh, her hands on my head, silently begging for more as she guided me to her other perfect mound.

I obliged; my tongue flicked before taking the nub in my mouth and suckling gently.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continued to tease her nipples with my tongue.

My hands remained searching, sliding down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips, and finally settling momentarily on her warm, smooth, inner thighs.

I could feel her trembling beneath my touch, her desire growing with each passing moment, her breathing changed and as took a peek her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip.

With a devilish grin I again deeply, intimately, passionately kiss her.

My fingers begin to tease her inner thighs, inching closer to the very center of her desire as her pelvis writhed to my touch.

I drag the back of my hand up, feeling her radiating heat, I slide the side of my hand through her slick, sopping wet pussy lips and when my finger touches her labia, she quivers and murmurs.

"Enough playing Kevin, I want you inside me."

I reposition between her legs.

Bree brought her legs up.

I was impressed at how flexible her body was, she held her knees beside her armpits, her pussy fully accessible, and receptive.

She reaches down, pinching the base of my rod and guides me to her honey pot.

Swiping my tip between her wings, a quick fluttering rub across her clit.

As if doing pushups I bend my arms, slowly lowering my body to hers, resting on my toes.

My chest barely touching her erect nipples, I feel them poking me.

I barely enter her, only my nob wedges between her labia.

With little more than an inch or two movement I roll my hips.

Bree groans, her nails clawing my back, attempting to hump against my draw me deeper.

I know she wants more, but her legs are pinned beside her by my arms.

"Oh, gawd Kevin, fuck meee!"

Ever so slowly, I slide deeper, my nob grazes past her G spot.

With little more than a 2-inch stroke I focus on hitting her G.

Bree was moaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side, fingers on my butt trying to make me go deeper.

My thumb held my cock in a position when I withdrew, a brief pause before re-entering making her quiver.

I sunk far enough to rub her G spot, reversing, exiting entirely.

She whimpers.

"Oh, my gawd, I'm begging you Kevin, doo meee!"

There was no awkwardness, I maintained a two-to-three-inch stroke.

Each time fully withdrawing, creating those fantastic sensations for both of us by spreading her lips on re entry, then rubbing her G and unhurriedly reversing direction, repeating.

Her breathing quite erratic, no doubt her pulse pounding double time.

Balancing on one arm and my toes; my forefinger fiddled her clit.

Keeping her on the cusp for much longer than I knew she wanted.

Her now free leg wrapped around me.

Pressing fully in, I hold motionless.

Lifting myself up on my arms and toes, so only my cock is touching her, I begin a punishing flurry of rapid deep thrusts.

Our sweaty skin slapping, the air permeated with the powerful scent of sex.

Bree undulates and shakes under me.

"MMNNNGGGHHH!"

Her head wobbling from side to side; gripping her nipples and stretching them.

I pull almost out of her, pausing before I plunge deep. Freezing my position; she thrusts savagely against me.

Her face contorted and her eyes rolled back.

"HOOLLLLEEE -- FUUU-UUUCK!"

Unbelievable sensations as her pussy pulses, muscles spasming.

Wailing my name, clawing my back, heaving under me.

Continuing a controlled, sloth like full stroke, masterfully injecting and maintaining my pace creating salacious sensations for both.

I rotate my torso and start a slow rhythm of long strokes. Sometimes in a circular motion, sometimes side to side.

My hands slide under her bum, I hold firm and deep as another wave rushes through her, convulsions overtaking her; her arms and legs fling around me.

She pulls herself up to me, lifting herself off the bed, fusing to me, her face buries into the nape of my neck and whimpers my name with pleasure.

We maintain this loving sexual union and tempo for a long time; gently moving as one.

Her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me; making sure I wasn't withdrawing again as we passionately copulate.

I press her to the bed, my turn to cum, I speed up, lengthen my thrusts and a couple more strokes and I grunt, my body vibrates and as my sperm squirts into Bree's pulsing pussy.

"Oooooooooohhhhhh fuuuuck yesssssssss."

Her body stiffens, spasms, then we collapse together, gasping, and sweaty.

Practically purring, Bree snuggles to my chest, pulls my hand to her breast.

I was going to need a few minutes, I wanted more, at minimum a round two; I'd gone without sleep in the past for less legitimate reasons.

I traced my fingers down her sides, around to cup her ass.

So small and yet so firm, I could feel her muscles clench beneath my hands.

I wandered my mouth lower, she grabbed onto my head as I teasingly, nibbled and licked the smooth flesh of her splayed thighs.

My tongue worked her into a frenzy, her hips bucking wildly, hormones crying louder with each passing moment.

Slowly savoring her tasty, sweet secretions, I ate with a fervor until she was a screaming, shaking mess, relentless in pursuit of her pleasure.

When she finally came with another wail, I didn't give her any time to recover; I slid up her body and entered her again in one flawless smooth thrust.

The way she clenched around me was unbelievable.

We moved together in perfect sync, entwined, the world outside faded away.

There was only this moment, this connection between two lovers lost in lecherous lust.

The air, thick, sweat and the scent of sex hung heavy, accompanied by the sounds of our passion, the slapping sounds of sweaty skin, the ragged breathing, and echoes of moaning.

We cling to each other's warmth, savoring every touch, each stroke.

I saw the emotion in her eyes, I felt the same desire burning within me.

A desire not just for momentary pleasure, but for connection, for a bond that transcends the physical and touches the very depths of our souls.

Our eyes watching each others expression morph, faces contorting, bodies tightening.

Our orgasms consummated simultaneously.

After the quivering and contented sighs diminished, we lay spent and sated in each other's arms.

Sharing that exceptional moment of bliss.

I whispered.

"Bree, I never stopped loving you; I intended to return but I heard you married Duane."

I kissed her intimately.

"What I just felt was incredible Bree, in all my life, I never felt anything remotely similar to the emotional intensity we just shared."

Bree snuggled close.

"I've never felt better; Kevin, I've always loved you too, when you left, I tried to fix my broken heart with sex and got impregnated by Duane."

We cuddled and kissed then fell asleep.

***

After another exceptional session we went for breakfast, then picked up Brian.

I dropped them home and went to mom's to get ready for the wedding.

Shortly after noon, I went to Bree's, Brian answered the door, in his suit holding out his tie.

"I have no idea, mom told me you knew how."

Bree came around the corner with a smile as beaming as I'd ever seen.

"Wow."

My eyes ogled her fantastic form in a shimmering deep green, nearly black, hip hugging, mid thigh, spaghetti strap dress.

Low cut, no bra, the inner portion of both her gorgeous mounds were temptingly visible.

I took her hand and elevated it as I twirled her.

"Oh, my Gawd Bree, you're absolutely radiant."

The wedding was as exciting as any, the reception and meal were equally as entertaining,

We were waiting for the DJ and Brian spoke.

"I never thought anything could be more boring than staying at Auntie's."

I looked at Bree, then asked Brian.

"What would you like to do?"

He peered at me with a distinctive inquisitive expression.

"Kevin, do you have an Auntie's place to make stay where you live?"

I looked at him, very puzzled.

"No, why?"

"Good, then let's go home, you can dance with mom there.

I don't want to go to Auntie's again; I might as well get used to the noises you make in the bedroom now."

*****

We had settled into my house, Brian made friends in his new school.

Bree was taking online classes to become an accountant.

We were having supper; Brian was excitedly telling about his day at school.

"We had to stand in front of the class and share something we did during the summer holidays.

I made everyone laugh; I told them mom's high school boyfriend returned and we moved here with him.

He makes us both happy, especially mom; most nights Dad makes mom say words I can't repeat and weird animal sounds."

We both lost it; I saw tears form in Bree's eyes as she silently mouthed the words; 'he called you dad.'