Four Days Later...

The first Saturday David is out of the hospital, we decide to get together for the day. I tell him it'll do him good to get out of his neighborhood for a few hours.

I pull up to his mother's house around 9 a.m. and encounter his grandmother on the front steps.

"Hi, Mrs. G________," I smile.

She looks startled for a moment, but cries out, "Lori! You're a vision! It's like you just walked right out of my dream!"

Her comment puzzles me but I don't question it.

"Did you know, Lori, that I dreamt about you last night?" she continues. "I did...and they all think I'm just crazy, but it's true...my dream of you was so realistic that I got out of bed and started calling out your name, looking for you in the house. How about that?"

"Wow," I remark as we walk up the steps to the front door. "That's something."

David opens the door for us and we enter the living room. He swoops his arms around me and pulls me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head.

"Hey, kitten...thanks for coming down here."

I kiss his cheek and give him a little pat on his shoulders. "Absolutely. You ready?"

He grabs his wallet, keys, and cigarettes, and props his sunglasses up on his head. "Yup."

We head to my car and I ask him if it's okay to stop by my house first, before heading to Lancaster. I really want to show him where I live.

He agrees and we get on the highway. Thirty-five minutes later, we pull into my garage.

I give him a quick tour of the house, and we end up in the kitchen. He looks around slowly, taking in everything: the decorative tiles hanging above the sliders, the grapevine wall plaque that reads "Live Well, Love Much, Laugh Often," the bottles of flavored vinegar on top of the cabinets.

He returns his gaze to me. "You've done really...really well for yourself."

"Thanks," I say. "It's a lot of work but I love it here. It's like my sanctuary."

"Do you mind if I have a quick smoke before we get going?"

I shake my head. "No, not at all. We can go out on the deck."

He follows me through the sliders onto the deck and lights a cigarette. I settle onto a wooden step leading down to the grass, and he walks around on the lawn in front of me.

"You know..." he starts, but then stops himself.

"What? Come on."

"Well, they say that when you get clean, the first feelings you get back are the ones below the belt," he grins.

I laugh. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm. Cause let me tell ya, when you came to see me at the hospital the other night...and you hugged me? Whoa. I was instantly hard."

Snickering, I say, "Yeah, well...no surprise there. I find I have that effect on most men."

He laughs back. "Smartass."

We smile at each other for a long moment. Then he stubs out his cigarette and tosses the butt into the thick tangle of shrubs in my neighbor's yard.

I stand from the steps. "Let's get going."

He follows me back into the house and I can sense his eyes on my ass.

Once inside, I lock up the sliders and turn to face him.

"I'm so glad you're here with me, David," I whisper.

"Me, too." He pulls me into his arms and we hug for a long time, right in the middle of my kitchen.

I bury my head in his chest. "I just wish it could be you and me in this house."

I feel his body tense slightly in my arms.

"I could've never given you all this," he answers. "You know that."

I tighten my grip on him and shake my head, tears burning hot in my eyes.

"Doesn't matter," I say hoarsely, my voice cracking. "I would've been happy with you anywhere. Even in a rowhouse in Upper Darby. As long as I was with you."

Too late. The tears spill down my face and I inhale deeply, pulling away from him.

He looks pained. "Please don't cry...I don't want you to be upset."

"I'm not upset," I lie. "I'm just so happy that you're here and that you're okay."

I back away from him and step around the corner into the powder room, glancing in the mirror that hangs above the vanity. My face is red and my eyes deeply bloodshot. Grabbing a wad of tissues from the box on top of the toilet tank, I dab at my eyes, trying not to wipe off the mascara I'd just applied a few hours earlier.

"You okay in there?" David calls from the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah," I call back. "I'll be right there."

I return to him and, without a word, pull him into my arms. We begin kissing slowly, softly, almost tentatively. His lips brush against mine so lightly that I can barely feel it. My grip on my car keys loosens and they drop with a clatter to the Pergo floor beneath us. I snake my hand up his neck and pull his sunglasses off the top of his head, tossing them onto the couch behind him.

The pace of our mouths becomes frantic and we start to claw at each other. Still kissing me, he walks me backwards and pins me against the wall.

Finally, I pull away and stare down at the floor, unable to look him in the eye. My breathing is ragged and uneven. "I guess we should get going now, huh?"

"Yeah," he says breathlessly. "Probably."

I muster the courage to meet his eyes. "But I don't know if we should leave without going upstairs first."

His face is expressionless. "I don't know if we should, either."

Simultaneously, we head for the stairs. I pull him into the first spare bedroom down the hall and shut the door behind us. He pushes me back against the closed door and kisses me hard, peeling my shirt over my head.

I break away from his mouth. "Wait...I'm feeling kinda greedy today...and I want to come."

"Where's your toy?" he returns. "Didn't you tell me you still have that vibrator I gave you?"

"Yeah," I answer as I open the door and run across the hall to my bedroom. "It's in my dresser drawer."

I return to the guest room with the vibrator that David gave me almost ten years ago. "Here it is."

He actually laughs out loud when he sees it. "I can't believe you still have that thing."

I grin and nod. "Yep...sure do...and it really gets the job done, too!"

I walk over to the window and draw the curtains until they're almost completely closed. "Nosy neighbors," I explain to him.

We face each other then. I quickly undo my jeans and step out of them with a smile, wearing just a pair of black boy-cut panties and a black pushup bra. He pulls off his shirt and jeans, revealing a pair of snug white boxer briefs, his erection just about bursting through the soft cotton.

He grabs me and pushes me down onto the bed, grinding his hardness against me. I wrap my legs around his waist and move my hips into him, making him moan.

"Make me come," I whisper in his ear. "I need to come so bad."

He flips on the vibrator and pulls the crotch of my panties to the side, pressing the knob against my clit, which is engorged and standing at full attention by now. I let out a low squeal of delight.

"Mmmm....my god....that's it! Make me come..."

I wriggle out of my bra and thrust my breasts towards his lips. He wraps his mouth around my right nipple and sucks it with just the right amount of pressure.

My back arches and I toss my head from side to side.

"I love watching you quiver and sweat all over," he murmurs in my ear. "You look so amazing."

I climax quickly after that, and it doesn't rock my world, but it's definitely better than nothing. Truthfully, I'm having a hard time concentrating on this encounter. R. is golfing and although I don't expect him home for another three hours at the very least...you just never know.

"Where's your condom?" David asks me. I hand him the condom I'd specially retrieved from the hiding pouch in my purse, and he expertly rolls it over his throbbing cock.

I spread my legs wide open as he crouches between my thighs.

"Come on!" I urge him. "Give it to me!"

He thrusts into me so hard that I can just about feel it in my stomach.

"Fuck me!" I moan. "Hard! Fast! Right now, baby...I want you to fuck me!"

He groans in response and pumps into me so fast, over and over again.

"Let me get on top...I wanna ride you," I plead.

He rolls off me and I straddle him. His hands grip my ass and I slowly, carefully sit down on his cock, gasping at the thickness and length of it. I start to buck my hips against him, my tits bouncing up and down. His eyes are rooted to them, he loves watching them bounce when I ride him. I softly caress them for him, flicking my fingers over my hardened little nipples as I roll my hips over him. He closes his eyes, as if it's too good of a sight to take in all at once.

"Look at me, baby," I coo. "Look at my tits while I ride your cock. Look at them bounce for you. Doesn't that make you want to come?"

"Uh-huh," he agrees in a strangled voice. He's loving every minute of this. "Oh god...I'm gonna come...oh god..."

His entire body gives in to the final upward thrust of his hips, and I continue to swirl my pussy around his pulsating cock as he comes. His orgasm is long and drawn-out, his eyes are shut, his lips curled into a sneer of exquisite pleasure.

Our sex is the best.