Paul Loves Rose: Part 1

Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Introduction:

This story takes place in the 1960 s in rural Long Island, NY. It s the story of two relatives who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his na ve "cousin" Rose.

CHAPTER 1

It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I d be late to the dance. There weren t many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.

It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she s really na ve. She should be a junior like me, but she s only a freshman. She s not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She s better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.

I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. Hi, hun; sorry I m late. I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. C mon, let s dance. I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I d bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she d say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.

Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn t you say? Rose raised an eyebrow.

Yeah, but; we re actually not quite cousins. I clarified.

What does that mean; not quite cousins?

Essentially, we re not cousins. We re not related. Care to have me explain?

Yes, I m confused. Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn t moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.

Okay; let s go back a few years. I ve always called your mom Aunt Celia and you ve always called mine Aunt Martha, okay, so far? She nodded. I call your dad Uncle Carl and you call mine Uncle Stan. If we re related how come we ve never seen each other at family gatherings?
To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you re never at any of our family functions and I ve never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.

Okay; so what did she say?

She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.

I don t believe it.

Okay, how about a bet? The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. If I m right I ll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.

And if I m right?

I ll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We ll do whatever you want instead. She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.

Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.

I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend. She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.

I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she d been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.

Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I d kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we d both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.

Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.

We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren t real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn t ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.

I parked the truck and walked her to the door. Want to come in, Paul? Rose offered.

Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I m helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time. I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.

Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. Mom, can I ask you something?

Of course, Rose; how was the dance?

Oh, it was wonderful. Rose said with a dreamy happiness. Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend.

Oh, good for him! Mom was relieved. Paul s always looked out for you.

Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren t really cousins. Is that true, Mom?

It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.

Okay; so; then; we re not really cousins, at all; are we?

No, even though you might as well be.

Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.

Oh? Who with? Mom asked while yawning.

With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I m kind of glad. Does that make any sense?

Her mom smiled then responded, Yes, dear; it does. Now let s get to bed, shall we?

CHAPTER 2: Paul s Morning

My parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I d had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. Do we know her, Paul, my mother asked.

Yes, Mom it s with Rose. I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.

I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don t want to see her hurt in any way.

Yes, Mom, you know I will and I d never hurt Rose. You know I love her. She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day s work. Mom didn t like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.

I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. We have a date, Paul. I can t wait; a real date. I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.

Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She s been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.

I m sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other s company. I ll have her home by twelve.

I think we can make it one, Paul. I don t want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves. I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a 52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!

We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road s northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn t object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon s reflection glistened over the tiny waves.

We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I d be making out with my hand up my date s skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn t want to scare her. There d be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.

Paul; have you brought other girls here?

One or two, but none like you.

I could see her smile even in the dim light. What did you do with them? Can you tell me?

That s not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.

Did you kiss your girlfriend?

Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute. She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I d had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.

I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.

Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch. She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.

Her face was red when we broke it.

Yeah, I agree. It was incredible. I concurred.

Is that all you did, Paul?

No, there were other things, but I don t think you re ready for them.

Can you at least tell me? Rose was going to open Pandora s Box come hell or high water.

Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.

Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, watching the submarine races .

Like I said, you re not ready for that; not yet, anyway. I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.

I think I want you to touch me. Rose assured me.

No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It ll be a while before you re ready to touch my cock, won t it? I love you, Rose, so I m not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You ll know when you re ready.

I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn t ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.

I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. So; how did it go?

Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.

There was a lull then she spoke again, Did you try to kiss her?

No, Mom, but she did kiss me, I grinned before continuing, several times, in fact. We re going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.

Just don t forget what I said. I don t want to see her hurt.

Don t worry, Mom. I m not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I m in this for the long haul. I d told the truth even if I hadn t fully explained my love for Rose. I didn t say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn t worried; I hadn t done anything to be ashamed of.

I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn t even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny s parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.

Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn t anything to drink. I m glad you re sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.

Yeah, that s the biggest reason why I only have beer at home, I replied. We were gone a minute later.

Why d we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.

Because there s going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn t mean we should. I m responsible for your safety. I m not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers. She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.

I know you re better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn t you?

I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. Who, me? She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, Take me to the beach.

All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill s Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That s a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It s also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill s Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill s Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon s light.

We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. You did that on purpose. I said.

Of course, I m not an idiot, you know. Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.

We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose s mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.

We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she d like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. You know where I want to go. I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill s Gully.

Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, I m not as na ve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won t laugh at me?

Of course, Rose. I d never laugh at you.

Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I m sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn t the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we re not. Rose admitted.

I couldn t control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.

Leaning up I brought her face to mine. Oh, Rose; I m definitely not laughing at you. I m laughing at me. She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. You see, Rose I ve been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I m in love with you. I ve been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you re the most wonderful person I ve ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.

Touching me? she asked.

Yes, that will come when you re ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl s tits is fun, but it s only fun if you re using it to make her feel great.

Paul; I m ready. Make me feel great; please. She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it? I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.

She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. I ve dreamed of this for so long. It s what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot. Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. Oh; it feels so hot and I can t believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That s kind of a contradiction, isn t it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside. She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.

Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.

My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra s clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.

I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.

Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You re naked.

No; I m wearing my sneakers. I groaned at her humor. Well, she continued, you could join me, you know.

Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I d be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I ll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let s see if I can make it more fun for you. My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose s moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.

NO! I pushed her up then pulled her to me.

Don t misunderstand me, Rose. I d love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We re not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don t want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We ll do it, but under better circumstances and when we re prepared properly. I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.

That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.

Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.

You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief. I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.

I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I d learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.

This was the third time we d been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we d be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. Have you done this before, Paul?

Not exactly like this, Rose. I m doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I m sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly. We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn t at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she d want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.

I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.

I d say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds? She looked incredulous. You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.

I didn t do that, did I? Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax.

 I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?

Of course, I ll wait forever for you. You know that.

I don t want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.

I laughed. I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don t aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don t forget, the water s really cold now. She looked unsure so I continued, When I cum I ll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don t want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.

Don t worry. I ll protect you. Even Rose had to laugh at that one. Okay, I ll stay out of the way. I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. Sorry, but I want to see this. She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.

My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. Rose! But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.

To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 2

Paul and Rose take their relationship to the next step.

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Paul; that was so exciting. I guess that when it s in my pussy it will shoot all that sperm into my womb. Isn t that how it s supposed to work?

You, uh; were supposed to get out of the way.

I know, but I thought it might be more fun this way; and I was right. I loved having it spurt all over me. I think I need a shower. She seemed to notice the mess on her fingers for the first time so she brought them to her mouth for a tentative taste. Hmmm, a bit salty, but otherwise kind of interesting; maybe tomorrow night I ll try to swallow it all.

I think I might enjoy that. I stole a quick kiss then tried to wipe my cum from her body with a towel I d remembered to bring.

Why don t we wet the towel? Rose suggested.

I jumped up and walked to the water. I had just bent over to moisten the towel when I felt her hands on my butt. A second later I tumbled into the 56-degree water. I d been in the Long Island Sound in May before so I had a good idea what to expect. It was Cold! I turned around to see Rose laughing.

Okay, you got me. It s a good thing I m in love with you. C mon, help me up, will you? I was almost to my knees when she extended her hand; big mistake. I pulled her onto my body as I fell back.

Ah; oh! Damn, Paul; it s cold. All I could do was laugh and soon enough she joined me. We were two freezing maniacs laughing as I rose and carried her up the beach. I walked tenderly back down for the towel. It would normally take a few weeks before my feet grew accustomed to walking over the pebbles, especially once the skin was softened by becoming wet.

I dried Rose as best I could, but she was already drying herself with her clothes.

I m pretty sure there d be hell to pay if I came home wet and my clothes were dry. she said, giggling.

You know, we re both eighteen; legally adults. I declared some independence.

I know, but we re both still in school and we re both still living at home. I guess that means we have to follow some rules. I kissed her cheek as I dried her hair. I knew she was right, but that didn t mean I liked it. On the positive side all traces of semen on her chest and stomach had washed away.

I went in with her, expecting her parents to be shocked at our condition. I was right. Rose! Paul! What on earth happened? Our hair was drenched; Rose wore one of my sweatshirts and an old pair of gym shorts. I was shirtless, but wearing a pair of sweatpants that matched Rose s shirt with no shoes or socks.

You have an evil daughter, Aunt Celia. My tone of voice told everyone that I was kidding. We went to the beach and I bent down to test the water
temperature.

Yeah, Paul; you looked so funny doing that somersault into the water. Rose chuckled.

Rose! You didn t! Celia was shocked by her daughter s behavior.

So, here I was pretty much wet and freezing so I figured tit for tat would be appropriate. I asked for some help; and when Rose reached for me ,I pulled her in, too. Lucky I had some spare clothes in the back of my truck. Rose changed in the truck; I changed in the far end of the parking lot.

Oh, I swear; you two. Shame on you, Rose.

I already apologized and it was accepted.

Yes, I admitted as I kissed her cheek. I ll see you tomorrow night. By the way, we re going fishing. Trust me, you ll love it.

Rose laughed. She knew exactly what she d love about fishing then she reached up to peck my lips.

 I said good night to Aunt Celia and handed Rose a plastic bag with her sodden clothes. Needless to say, my mother knew all about it by the time I had driven home.

CHAPTER 3

The following night we skipped the movies, the drive-in, the miniature golf, and everything else, driving straight to the beach with a few rods, reels, and other equipment tucked safely in the truck s bed. There were a few other couples and even a few fishermen there in the fading light, but we ignored them, walking more than a quarter mile from the parking lot. I spread the blanket, prepped the rods even going so far as to cast deep into the water. A set of sand spikes held the rods vertical when we lay down to a lengthy make-out session.

Rose and I were all over each other. No longer were we reluctant to hold or touch each other. My hands roamed her body, stopping at each breast and nipple before reaching down into her shorts to her gushing pussy. Rose laughed, I think my face and my pussy are even wetter than they were last night. I joined her laughter as I slowly wiped the spit from both our faces. I d leave the nectar for later.

Once it was dark we had the beach to ourselves. I began to slowly remove her clothes; her top, bra, shorts, and panties. Rose removed my shirt, shorts, and briefs. We lay together chest to chest on the rough blanket. I broke our kiss to move my lips and mouth down her body, around each of those breasts I adored to her sensitive navel. My tongue tickled her here until she screamed, Uncle! Finally, I reached my objective, climbing between her legs. The broad surface of my tongue cleaned her of juice all the way from her anus to her clit. I repeated several times until her labia were red and enflamed with her desire. I shifted my attention to her tunnel. In and out; I fucked her with the most amazing tenderness and love. Rose reacted wildly, thrashing back and forth across the blanket.

I kept at her for more than ten minutes before making my final move to her clit. Sucking it between my teeth brought her to the sweetest, the most exquisite orgasm. It continued as long as I worried her sensitive bud. Eventually, I took mercy on her and stopped. I climbed back up her body to hold her and caress her head to my chest. It was almost a half hour later that she returned to normal. Oh God, Paul; I thought last night was intense, but it was nothing in comparison to tonight. It began when your tongue was inside me and it never stopped. She looked at my face several times and from several angles in the light of the gibbous moon. Paul; what s that all over your face?

Now it was my turn to laugh. It s you, Rose; your ejaculate. I remember reading something in the Playboy Advisor a few months ago. It s called squirting.

Oh no; did I pee on you? I m so sorry, Paul.

Don t worry, Rose; you didn t. It doesn t smell anything like urine. In fact, I love the way it; you; taste. All I know is that one second I was noshing on your clit and the next I was swimming. It tastes like your juice; you know; that stuff that seems to run down your legs whenever we re together.

I m kinda partial to that stuff that runs down YOUR legs and I m going to see that as soon as I recover. Do you think those Playboy letters are real, Paul?

Who knows? I d guess that some of them are, but I think that it s the answers that have to be real even if the letters aren t.

Rose rested for almost a half hour. I didn t mind. I got to hold her and experience the touch of her sensational smooth skin against mine. I loved when she rubbed her hard nipples against my hairy chest. She began by kissing my neck then kissing her way down my body, stopping once she had reached my hard cock.

She began by licking all around my balls then up the sensitive underside of my organ. Once around the head was but a prelude to trying to swallow it whole. It was a great idea, but it was clear that Rose would have to practice quite a bit to reach that goal. I was happy when she made it half-way. She used her tongue to force my cock up and into the roof of her mouth. She had done it for only five minutes before I felt that old familiar churning. Rose! I tried to warn her, but she paid me no heed. My hips bucked as I spurted over and over into her mouth and throat. She kept on sucking, but semen poured from the corners of her mouth, running down to her breasts and abdomen. She took one look down and broke out laughing. Luckily, she had released my cock first.

I think I need more practice at that; lots and lots of practice. She laughed and I joined her a second later.

I ll buy that, especially the lots and lots part. I ll be happy to practice my part, too. We laughed again as I pulled her up for another kiss, my semen smearing between our bodies. I wasn t worried. I d come prepared with a gallon of water in my truck and several towels in the bucket by the fishing rods.

We had hugged each other for almost a half hour when Rose sat up suddenly. Paul, why haven t you gotten any bites? Isn t that unusual?

Not really; if one wants to catch fish it s usually necessary to use some bait. I want to go next weekend. The blacks usually come in around Memorial Day weekend. Want to come with me?

I was wiping her chest clean when she responded. We laid out our plans while we rested. Before leaving we tried to 69. It was just as incredible as our earlier oral attempts. Rose squirted all over my face and a fair portion of my semen escaped Rose s mouth, running down my legs to the blanket. We picked up the area and walked back to the truck naked where I washed Rose s body and she washed mine. I dropped her off just before one and drove home where I fell asleep almost immediately.

The following weekend; Memorial Day; marked the opening of the summer season. It was also the beginning of the fishing season and the time we d set to take Rose s virginity. Now that we were naked Rose pulled me down to the blanket with her. It was clean and soft. I d had a difficult time explaining to my mother why it needed fabric softener when it s only for the beach. When I told her that Rose had complained about it the discussion ended. Mom loved Rose; had ever since we d met more than ten years ago.

Now Rose lay back on the soft blanket. We kissed and touched each other. She found me hard; I found her wet. I showed her how to apply the condom to my organ and climbed between her legs. I could tell that she was eager. She pulled me to her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and placed my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. Now Paul; please do it now. I love you, Paul. Please make us one. We d spoken about it so many times. She knew it would hurt at first so I moved into her slowly; easily. I loved the expression on her face as her pussy adjusted to my girth. I pushed until I met the inevitable resistance. Do it, Paul; just a few minutes hurt for a lifetime of pleasure with you. I plunged forward, stopping immediately to comfort my love.

I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my kisses as I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silken hair. It was only five minutes later that she told me, Do it, Paul. Do me! I did, pushing all the way into her, until our pubic hairs meshed. The look on Rose s face was one of pure ecstasy as she began to move with me. She met my every thrust with one of her own. I was so caught up with what I was doing that I had failed to notice the moans of pleasure coming from Rose s mouth. Now that we were fucking hard and fast those moans had grown into groans and then grunts.

She was moving like a wild animal when I heard her scream. It was followed by a flood onto my abdomen. Seconds later the condom was flooded with sperm as I pumped into Rose with incredible force. I collapsed onto her chest, leaning down to kiss and caress her face.

I moved back up about a minute later and our eyes met. Well?

Rose s response was to pull me back down into a long, wet, and extremely passionate kiss with her tongue plunging into my mouth. She broke it some minutes later. Paul; oh, Paul it was incredible. I can t begin to tell you how many times I came.

How many? What do you mean?

I had my first orgasm about twenty seconds after you entered me. Then I had another and another and another. They were coming so fast that they all blended into one huge explosion. That s when I screamed.

That s not all you did. Give me your hand. I pulled out of her and brought her hand to my abdomen. Even in the pale moonlight I could see how startled she was.

Is that me again? Did I; what was the word you used?

You mean; squirt? Ha. Ha. It was more like a flood. Don t be embarrassed. I loved it. I loved knowing that you enjoyed making love with me.

I didn t enjoy it. I loved every second, even the part that hurt. I know now that I m a real woman.

I laughed again. I never had a doubt. I ve always thought of you as the ultimate; .

Yeah, Rose interrupted, but you re in love with me; hardly an unbiased resource. I m sorry I made a mess of you.

I m not; you can do that to me any time you want; on any part of my body you want. Now, let me clean us up a bit and rest. Then we can try it again; maybe in a different position. I finished wiping her abdomen, removed the condom and buried it in the sand, and finished with my abdomen. I lay back with Rose astride my body to rest.

What are you doing tomorrow, Rose whispered.

I have to work most of the day. I have Mr. Gentile and Mr. Kane. I m not looking forward to dealing with him. He demands good service, but he never wants to pay. Maybe I ll dump him and spend the time at Mr. Gentile s. He wants me to do his beds as well as his lawn. Other than those two jobs I have the weekend free to spend with you.

Don t forget the cookout we re having Sunday after church.

I ll never forget a chance to spend the entire day with you.

I know that, but don t forget that Eric and my parents will be there too and, of course, your parents and Mary. Rose may have been talking, but her body was moving all over mine. After thirty minutes I was hard and ready to go again. I gave Rose one of the condoms. She rolled it down my shaft and then, following my instructions to the letter, sat on me; my organ disappearing into her body. It was incredible watching me enter and disappear into her. Rose began to rock forward and back in time with my thrusts. We continued moving together while I massaged her tender breast tissue and rolled her sensitive nipples between my fingers. It wasn t long before an orgasm hit. I say an orgasm because it was obvious from my vantage point that she experienced at least eight and each one only served to increase the rapture she was experiencing. Finally, just before I was ready she arched her back severely and screamed into the night. Rose fell rather than collapsed onto my chest just as my orgasm hit. I drove her up six times before we came to rest completely satiated and completely exhausted. Thank God it was only 10:35.

We recovered slowly. I removed my cock from her and wiped my abdomen again. It was covered with her thick aromatic juice. Once done, I got a new towel and wiped her crotch. She still leaked even though the sex had ended. All told I spent almost half an hour making us presentable. We were still naked as we lay together. I just love the way you feel, Rose. Your skin is so smooth and so soft and you re so sexy. I love your face and your breasts and your tummy, your ass, your legs; damn, I love every part of you, but I love the whole you even more.

I ll bet you can t guess what I love best about you.

Well, I know now that you love my cock.

Of course, silly and I ll always love that; even when we re sixty, but that s not my favorite part. I lay there for almost ten minutes unable to guess. It s this, she said as she pointed to my forehead.

You love my forehead best?

No, Paul; I love what s in there; your brain; your essence. Did you know that you were the only person who visited me every day when I was sick? Even my own dad didn t come to see me as much as you did. I know you could have been out playing with your friends, but you spent more than an hour with me every day reading to me and holding my hand. I knew then that you were a special person; that you were MY special person. Now you really are MY special person.

Rose, you said something about loving my cock even when we re sixty. We haven t really talked about it, but I want us to be together forever. I can t formally ask you to marry me because I have no way to support you. But I will ask you as soon as that day comes. Meanwhile we will still have a lot to think about, like what we ll do when I m in college and you re still in school. Don t worry; we ll work it out so we re never apart. Rose held me even closer then and gave me the kiss of my life; the best kiss I could possibly imagine. Regretfully, we had to dress and leave once it was done.


CHAPTER 4

I was up early the following morning. After breakfast I drove to Sycamore Drive where my two customers lived. They couldn t have been more different. Dennis Kane was a cheap skinflint who was always looking to get something for nothing. John Gentile was a kind, generous man. I was much more inclined to work for him than for Mr. Kane, that s for sure. I had parked in Kane s driveway when Mr. Kane appeared. Good morning, Mr. Kane. I need to remind you that you didn t pay me for last week.

Don t worry about that. I ll take care of you once you re done.

That s not how I work, Mr. Kane. I require payment when services are performed. You owe me seven bucks.

I said I d pay you once you were done and that s what I ll do. I returned my tools to the truck and lifted the tailgate to secure it. I walked to the cab to enter when he spoke again. Listen, you little bastard; you get out here and mow this lawn. If you don t; .

You ll what, Mr. Kane? Beat me up? That I d like to see.

If I called the cops who do you think they d believe?

I think they d believe Mr. Gentile, I said, pointing across the street to where Mr. Gentile had observed the entire matter. So long, Mr. Kane; enjoy mowing your lawn. Consider last week s job as a parting gift. I backed out and drove three houses down the block to see Mr. Gentile.

Morning, Paul; let me guess; he didn t want to pay you.

Right on, sir. He owed me for last week and wanted me to mow before paying me. Ten to one he d be gone by the time I finished. I don t need customers like that. He threatened me with calling the cops and trumping up some charge so I was really glad you were out here. You d be a good witness. Why don t you show me what you want me to do?

Mr. Gentile showed me around the property. It was bigger than our yard with lots of shrubbery and several trees. He told me what he wanted, but listened to several suggestions I had. All told we spent a half hour going over everything. He offered me $50 for the additional work which I thought more than fair. I worked almost all day, quitting only for lunch and when I was done. He approved immensely of the job I had done. I was surprised when he asked me to come by tomorrow around one to discuss a summer job. He promised me more money than I could make doing lawns. I explained that I had a family obligation, but would try to get away for half an hour.

I was beat after spending the entire day cutting the lawn, digging and trimming the beds, and spreading mulch. I drove home, called Rose and hopped into the shower. The hot water did wonders for my sore muscles. I ate a quick dinner before driving over to see Rose and take her back to the beach; this time to do some actual fishing. We joined some friends who had already caught some small blacks. I baited our hooks and cast the rods, handing one to Rose, keeping the other for myself.

We were there for almost an hour when I heard Ryan make a crude comment about Rose; a comment that would have been better left unsaid. I put the rod down and walked his way. I didn t raise my voice. I didn t have to. Ryan got the message; keep your big mouth shut or risk the beating of your life. Ryan was bigger than me, but he was mostly flab while I was firm muscle. Once he knew how things were between Rose and me he walked over to Rose to apologize. It helped that Rose had not heard him. The remark was really offensive.

The sun had set when the fish moved in. Blackfish typically would be found in rocky areas. When fishing from the shore that meant keeping the hook and sinker in the rocky band that was about twenty feet wide. Cast too far and you d wind up in the barren sandy expanse that made up most of the Sound s bottom. Cast not far enough and you d be in the pebbles where nothing grew or lived. My secret was to cast deep into the sandy expanse and reel into the rocks. I could tell by the action of the sinker exactly where my line was. It was a practice that had always worked in the past and it worked now.

I had just cast Rose s line and handed the rod to her. She thanked me with a kiss then shooed me away to deal with a bite. Rose was an accomplished fisherman. We d fished many times and we both knew that she could bait her own hook and cast her own line. I liked to do it for her so I did. I had a nibble just as she brought what looked like a three-pounder to the beach. I would have helped her, but I had my own fish to deal with.

This was typical of fishing for blackfish. Many times I had stood or sat for hours with nothing happening only to spend the next hour fighting one fish after another. Tonight we spent more than an hour like that, throwing all but the biggest fish back to be caught another day. After catching four big ones, all over four pounds, we called it a night. We set our rods down onto the beach and walked hand in hand into the darkness. Of course, our friends knew what we were going to do; at least they thought they did. We had gone almost a half mile when Rose turned into me and pulled me into a long lingering kiss. Her hands roamed over my body. Mine did the same to her. I was surprised to find she hadn t worn any panties.

Oh Rose, you naughty girl; what do you have in mind?

Does this tell you? She pushed a condom into my hand.

You are so incorrigible. She laughed and pulled me down to the pebbles. I lay on my back with Rose astride me as she unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard manhood from within. She enclosed it within the condom then used her shorts and blouse as a pillow for my head. I grinned unseen as she lowered herself onto me. As I said, Rose; you are incorrigible. I think I ve created a monster. Everyone will know what we re doing when you scream.

I don t care. All I know is how badly I need you. I was engulfed by her hot tight pussy by the time she finished her statement. Even through the latex shield I could feel the heat and tightness of Rose as her muscles squeezed me tightly. We moved together as we had last night and with the same result; Rose came and came and came, her orgasm culminating in a massive convulsion that shook her body for several seconds. She screamed as it ended, finally reclaiming control of her body. I held her tightly as I repeatedly blew my load into the rubber.

It took Rose almost fifteen minutes to recover. By then I had buried the condom and made a weak attempt to clean my abdomen of Rose s cum. I took her to the water s edge to rinse her skin before dressing her and walking back to our friends. I could see Ryan smirk at our appearance. Keep your thoughts to yourself, Ryan. At least I have a girlfriend and she s much more than a girlfriend to me. You might keep that in mind while I beat the living shit out of you. When s the last time you had a date? I knew that would cut into him; he was an eighteen year old virgin who d never had a date. Worse, in my mind, his father was one of my customers. Why would the father of an eighteen year old son need someone to mow his lawn? I cleaned our fish at the water s edge and we walked back to the truck.

We loaded the gear and I drove Rose home. Her eyes were still glazed over and I was sure Aunt Celia noticed although she never said anything. I took the fish fillets to the sink and washed them before bagging them and placing them in the refrigerator. I had sent Rose to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later looking a lot cleaner. I stayed for almost an hour before setting a time to pick her up for church tomorrow. Not surprisingly, my mom was on the phone when I returned home three minutes later. I knew it was Aunt Celia; who else would call at 12:15 in the middle of the night?

I picked Rose up at 9:20 for the drive to St. Anthony s. Rose and I always went to confession before Mass. We d have a lot to confess this morning and, I suspected, many Sunday mornings to come. I went to confession because my mother and Rose wanted me to. Personally, I found the idea of saying you were sorry for doing things that you d do again and again, like masturbating and now making love with Rose, was silly. I d say my Hail Mary s and other prayers as my penance, but I d be back again next week to confess to the very same sins to the very same priest and for the very same penance. I d listened to the same lecture on self-control and having respect for my body more than a hundred times already.

As usual, Rose and I sat apart from our families. After Mass we walked out to find Mr. Gentile waiting for us. I saw you inside, Paul, and I thought we might speak now rather than have you take time this afternoon. Do you know where I work?

Some golf course, I think.

Yeah; St. George s in East Setauket. It s a very exclusive club and it takes a lot to keep all the grass and plants in order. That s my job; I m Superintendent. I like the way you work and, more important, you seem to enjoy it. I ll offer you a summer job at $5.00 an hour. You ll work a minimum of 40 hours a week so you ll earn a minimum of $200 a week. Of course, I ll have to deduct federal and state withholding and social security, but you ll get most of it back when you file because you re a student. It s a bit of a hike from here, but you have a truck. I have to tell you; you ll have to be there early at 6:00, but you ll finish early most days around three. Why don t you talk it over with your parents? You can let me know sometime during the week. He shook my hand and left.

What do you think, Paul, Rose asked once we were in the truck.

It sounds interesting, mostly because I could continue to do my mowing work, most of it anyway. Of course, I ll want to spend all my free time with you.

I was hoping you d say that. Paul, I was thinking; what do you think our parents would do if they knew about; you know?

Well, I have a feeling Aunt Celia already knows. You were still kind of out of it when I brought you home last night. She didn t say anything so; . I know she was on the phone with Mom when I got home last night. I started the truck and drove home. Later, just before lunch we d go to Rose s house for the big Memorial Day cookout. It had been a family tradition since we had moved here twelve years ago.

Rose walked into the kitchen to hug and kiss my mom and dad before coming to my room with me. She sat on the bed while I changed in the closet. We d done this dozens of times, at least, although not since we d become a couple. I walked out five minutes later in a tee-shirt, shorts, and sandals; quite a contrast to Rose in her church dress. I leaned down to kiss her. It was relatively chaste, but Rose whispered, Paul; you make me so hot. All I can think of is doing it with you.

Me, too; unfortunately we ll have to wait. C mon. I took her hand and led her to the living room. My parents were there reading the Sunday Newsday and the Sunday edition of the New York Times. Rose and I sat together on the couch. Mom, Dad; Mr. Gentile offered me a job at St. George s Country Club.

That s quite a distance from here, isn t it?

Yeah, but he ll pay me $5.00 an hour from 6:00 to at least 3:00, a minimum of forty hours a week. I could probably keep most, if not all, of my current customers. Oh yeah, I dumped Mr. Kane yesterday.

We know. He called yesterday to complain. Your father ignored him. We know what a cheapskate he can be. What do you think, Paul? You re the one who ll have to do all the work.

I think I d enjoy it. I doubt that they do much hand mowing so I d learn to use the machines. I m sure I ll have to do some digging, but that just helps me stay in shape for football. I like Mr. Gentile. He s a good guy and he s always very fair. I m inclined to accept. That was that; I had a summer job. Any lawns I couldn t handle I d give to my good friend Brian. He had helped me in the past and was always looking for some extra money.

Rose and I left for the cookout around noon, stopping off to see Mr. Gentile on the way. He was pleased that I d accepted. It was only two blocks from there to Rose s house. We walked through to the back yard. I hugged and kissed Aunt Celia and shook hands with Uncle Carl. Rose took my hand and led me to the hammock. I lay back on it and Rose joined me. It was cozy for the two of us, her breasts pressing against me. I was a little concerned about her parents, but so far not a word had been spoken. I heard the doorbell a few minutes later as my parents and Mary arrived. Dad and Mary walked out to the backyard with Uncle Carl and Eric. Uncle Carl opened several cans of beer and Eric brought one to me.

Thanks, Eric; want to play some ball later? I knew he d agree. He always wanted to play some kind of ball with me. I took a sip and handed the can to Rose. She wasn t a big fan of beer, but she would drink it as opposed to some girls who only wanted wine or a cocktail. For some reason New York was the only state in the area where eighteen year olds could legally drink. One day soon I was sure New York would join all the other states in setting the legal age at twenty-one. That wouldn t bother me; I could take drinking or leave it.

While we lounged in the yard our mothers were in the kitchen preparing food and, I was sure, talking about us. They make a lovely couple, don t you think, Martha?

Yes, they do, but I often wonder whether I should have told Paul that we weren t really related.

Oh, I think it was a good decision. I know that Paul will take good care of Rose unlike some of the boys I know like Ryan. I d hate to see Rose on a date with him.

Yes, I suppose what you say is true. I wonder if they ve; you know; done it.

If I had to guess I d say yes. You should have seen the expression on Rose s face when Paul brought her home last night. I was actually envious. I woke poor Carl from a sound sleep and fucked his lights out.

Well, I hope Paul doesn t hurt her. I don t know if I could bear that. Although; when I first told him that he said he wouldn t because he loves Rose. He also said he was in it for the long haul. I ve wondered exactly what he meant by that.

Why not ask him?

Maybe I will, but for now; let s get this food outside. Hmmm, I wonder if she inherited your; .

Oh God! You would remember that. I was so embarrassed when all my friends heard my scream. Even now Carl has to stuff my mouth with a towel. I used to wake the children when they were younger. At least they couldn t ask what was going on, but now; . Well, I guess we ll never know. They grabbed the rolls, burgers, hot dogs, and potato salad. There was so much they would have to make two trips.

To be continued in part 3. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 3

Paul and Rose commit themselves to each other

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CHAPTER 5

We had a wonderful time at the cookout. Rose and I rocked slowly in the hammock for more than an hour until it was time for lunch. After that I decided it was time to play ball with Eric. I pulled my glove from the truck and threw with him until he tired. Rose and I teamed up for horseshoes, beating our parents three times before throwing a game to Eric and Mary. Eric, at thirteen, was a year older than Mary. They liked each other, but I doubted that they d ever love each other the way Rose and I did. I helped to cook the steaks for dinner then Rose and I were dismissed. We were free to go for our date.

Rose opted for miniature golf so we brought Eric and Mary with us. It was a tight squeeze in the truck, but we made it work. I paid for ice cream sundaes after, then we took them home; Rose and I headed for the beach. We found several others around a bonfire. They were all kids like us who we knew either from school or the neighborhood. We said our hello s then walked down the beach for some privacy, although I still had no idea what to do about Rose s screaming.

We stripped each other, then lay down to hold and touch each other. We were there more than a half hour when Rose shifted position, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. Oh no; only if I get to take care of you, too. I pulled her around until we were in the classic 69 position. My tongue found her wet and hot. Juice gushed from within her fountain. Rose s tongue and lips found my organ hard and oozing pre-cum at a fantastic rate. Seconds later we were into each other as never before; as starving people at a grand feast. I licked Rose s silky thighs, marveling that anything could be so soft and smooth. When I reached her labia I combined licking with sucking and nibbling. I could feel her react on my cock. My hands found her firm breasts and her hard wrinkled nipples as my tongue entered her. Her body thrashed on mine. Only a hand, quickly moved to one of her ass cheeks, held her in place.

Rose had begun at my tip slowly and carefully licking the oozing pre-cum from my urethra. She then licked around the head several times before engulfing my organ with her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her mouth fucked me just as my tongue fucked her. We kept it up for more than ten minutes until I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasm running through her body. It went on and on for almost a minute. I could only assume she was experiencing one orgasm after another. Her scream began just as I came, flooding her mouth with semen. It was the only thing we d done so far that had silenced her. Finally, it abated and we lay still. I pulled her up to hold and caress her face. I love you so much, Rose; more than I could ever tell you. I looked into her face to see that she was out cold. I shook her gently until she stirred. We kissed and dressed then walked back to the fire. We sat and chatted with our friends; half an hour later we went home. I took Rose to my house where we cleaned up and watched some TV before I took her home. Both families were still there so I grabbed a beer and we joined them in the back yard. The party ended around one.

School was hectic once Memorial Day passed. Rose and I were both enrolled in college-prep level courses which meant we would take special exams developed by the New York State Board of Regents, more commonly known as Regents Exams. There was tight security on the exams and everyone in the state had to take them at the same time. As a junior I d have a heavy load; English, Spanish 3, American History, Chemistry, and Advanced Algebra. As a Freshman Rose would only have to deal with Elementary Algebra and Biology; she was in an advanced level program in science.

We were both excellent students, near the top of our classes. Her dad was a PhD physicist; mine was a PhD biologist. They had extremely high expectations for us. We studied like crazy, but still found time for each other. We were always careful to use a condom. Neither of us wanted to create a problem and our religious beliefs meant that an abortion was out of the question. Also, I loved Rose so much that I d never want her to be hurt or embarrassed. We finished the year strongly. I had an average of 94.3; Rose earned a 94.7. I started work at the golf course the following day.

I was really busy between the golf course and my lawn mowing business. Mr. Gentile taught me how to use the tractor mowers, how to mow the greens, and to use insecticides. In fact, I d take the state applicators license test and pass it by mid-summer. It was a breeze after taking a full year of chemistry. As time passed my work hours were increased so I passed half of my customers off to Brian. I kept those in my immediate neighborhood and, because Brian used my mower, gas, and tools, he paid me a dollar per lawn. I also took any complaints because they were my customers and I was responsible. Fortunately, Brian was also responsible so complaints were few.

Mr. Gentile had given me Sunday and Monday as days off. I spent most of Sunday with Rose, first at church and later most days at the beach. We made love almost every night. I went through condoms by the dozen. Then, one night in early August, I got a surprise. We were on the beach and I reached for one. No, Paul; you won t need one, not any more. I talked Mom into letting me get the birth control pill. I ve been on it for a month. Now we can really feel each other. Isn t that great?

Yeah, but it also means that your mom and dad know what we re doing so my parents know, too. I think I m about to be killed.

No you won t, Paul; both our moms have known for more than two months. Mine guessed after that first night you came in with me back in May. Remember how glassy-eyed I was when I went into the bathroom? We had a long chat once school was out. She had already made the appointment for my gynecologist. She swore me to secrecy until tonight so it would be a real surprise. Of course, your mom knows, but I know my dad doesn t. Mom said he wouldn t understand. He still thinks of me as a little girl. Isn t that funny; someone who wears a 34-C bra a little girl? I can barely wear a C-cup any more. I think Mom will buy me some D s once school starts again. Oh, Paul I m so sorry. All I m doing is talking when both of us want to do something else. I guess I m just nervous.

I silenced her with a quick kiss and whispered, I m sure I m just as nervous as you are besides I love to listen to your voice; even when you aren t making any sense. Rose waited a second before she began to giggle. It wasn t long before I joined her and the two of us were laughing like crazy. Somehow we managed to undress each other while we laughed.

Paul, can we do it some different way?

What would you like to do?

How do animals do it?

I m pretty sure that s called doggie for obvious reasons. You need to be on hands and knees facing away from me. I m sure this would be a lot better on a bed, but that s out of the question for now. Tell me if the rocks hurt your knees, okay?

I promise, but I just remembered something else my mom told me. She s a screamer like me, but she doesn t have orgasm after orgasm like I do. She told me I was really lucky, but I already knew that. I m lucky to have you, especially after thinking you were my cousin all those years.

I don t want to start an argument, especially as we re about to make love, but I think I m incredibly lucky. Not only are you gorgeous and brilliant, but you re sexy as hell and your body; . Well, just let me tell you how many guys at school would have tried to maul your breasts if I hadn t threatened to beat the living hell out of them.

Rose turned to face me. Did you really do that, Paul?

More times than I care to admit, but now everyone knows you re taken. Only a fool would touch you now. Even idiotic Ryan knows better than to even open his big mouth. So, why are we still talking? I rubbed my naked cock into her slit. It was a new and foreign experience for both of us. I leaned forward to hold Rose, the person I loved most as my rock-hard erection slid into her. It took a bit of effort, but within fifteen seconds my balls swung against her abdomen.

Mind if I try something else new, Rose? I red about this in the Playboy Advisor, too. I moistened my index finger in her slit and rubbed it into her puckered anus.

Oh, Paul I never thought you d do anything there.

If what I red was accurate, you have many more nerve endings there than in your cunt and we both know how you react to that being stimulated. Shall I push my finger in?

It felt pretty good when you touched it, but I don t think I m quite ready. Are you angry with me?

I leaned forward to kiss her ear. That always tickled her. I m not angry, darling. I never want to do anything you re not comfortable with. Now, shall we see how this works out? I placed one hand on each breast and thrust into Rose with increasing pace and intensity. My fingers worried her sensitive areolas and her hardened nipples as my cock moved into and out of her. I had to admit; feeling her on my skin was nothing less than fantastic. The heat; the wetness; the grip of her muscles on me were beyond comparison.

My abdomen picked up the tiny vibrations of her orgasm through my contact with her butt. The terms vaginal orgasm and multi-orgasmic were foreign to me, but if there were ever pictures next to them in the dictionary they would be of Rose. She once told me that she had counted twelve separate orgasms during one of our couplings. Another time she described only one that lasted more than ten minutes and increased in intensity, ending only when I had cum.

Now I was actually going to cum within her and it was going to be sooner rather than later. I reached for her clit just as I blew my first thick rope of semen into her. Oh Paul; I can feel it. It s so hot and there s so much of it. I collapsed onto her back, my arms around her waist holding us closely until I realized something was wrong.

Rose, what happened? Why didn t you scream?

I did, but this blocked it. She showed me a small hand towel that had been rolled into a cylinder. It s a secret my mom showed me. I stuffed it into my mouth just before I felt it.

I don t know. I kind of liked the scream. I always knew I d done well by you.

Paul, darling, you never have to worry about that. I thought I knew what an orgasm was from when I masturbated, but I was wrong. There s nothing like the ones you give me.

I pulled her back to me and we lay on the blanket for more than an hour. Rose had played with my slimy cock the entire time and, naturally, it responded. I had been hard for more than fifteen minutes when Rose decided she needed me again. Up she went to straddle me. Her hand guided me to her. I watched myself disappear into her slender body. Rose carefully placed the towel by my head as she began to rock. I reflected on how far she had come in only five months. She had gone from a demure virgin to a sexual animal who wasn t the least bit hesitant to act on her needs and desires.

I moved up for a kiss, grappling her breasts and squeezing them firmly as we moved toward our orgasms. I had been surprised to learn how rough Rose liked her sex. She loved having her nipples grabbed and twisted and even bitten. Along the same vein she loved my teeth on her sensitive clit. Of course, we both knew I d never hurt her, but a little pain made the whole experience so much more enjoyable and so much more intense for her.

Tonight was no exception; I worked her nipples with my fingers until she leaned forward, her intentions perfectly clear; bite me! She came so hard I could actually feel her squirt onto my body. It exploded from her like a fire hose, running off my body onto the blanket. This blanket had been washed more often in the past four months than it had in the past four years. Now it would need to be washed again. Luckily, Mom knew about us and had apparently approved. She never said a word about our relationship and I knew she wouldn t say a word about it now. She would wash the blanket with a smile and place it on my bed so we could use it again tomorrow night.

Once Rose had recovered I pulled her up and into the water. Long Island Sound was usually calm and the tide was high tonight. Swimming at low tide in the dark could be dangerous. Not only were there fair sized rocks to trip over, but I d actually swum into a few in the dark. It was a shocking and dangerous experience, believe me. We waded slowly into the water, our hands swirling through tiny bioluminescent jellyfish-like organisms in the shallow warm water.

This wasn t our first time skinny dipping. My mom had teased me mercilessly the first time I had walked in with wet hair and clothes. She knew all too well that my bathing suit was upstairs in my dresser. She also knew that Rose and I were making love almost daily so our nudity with each other was a non-issue. Our only concern was to get Rose home after her father had gone to bed. We held each other in the chest deep water and washed our secretions from our bodies. I knew exactly what Rose was thinking when she rubbed her pubis into my leg. Not tonight; I doubt I could get it up again no matter what you do.

Oh; want to bet?

No! I have to get you home. Remember, I have to be up by 5:00 tomorrow morning so I need to be in bed like a half hour ago.

Okay, let s go. She led me out and we dried each other using the other side of the blanket as best we could. We were back in the truck ten minutes later and home ten minutes after that. My mother took one look at me and smiled. She laughed when she saw the blanket under my arm.
Don t worry I ll have it ready for you by tomorrow night. I waved my thanks en route to the shower and bed.

I noticed early on that Mr. Gentile was spending much more time with me than with any of the other employees. Initially, I thought it was due to my inexperience and newness to the situation, but as time passed I thought he must have some other motivation. I never asked; I assumed he d tell me when he was ready. I only knew that I learned a lot that first summer. It was hard work, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed working outside and I especially enjoyed seeing things grow. All the same I was looking forward to school; my senior year and the football season.

Practice began the third week of August from 5:00 to 7:00 five evenings a week. Rose came with me every time even though it meant that I d have to drive home, eat a quick meal after showering then drive back to Port Jefferson High to dress for practice. We rarely wore pads for these practices. Most of the guys weren t in good enough condition when practice started and the heat could be oppressive, even in the early evening. After practice I d shower and rush out to be with Rose. Practice went well. As expected I was first string fullback on offense and first string middle linebacker on defense. I was looking forward to having a great year.

I learned over Labor Day weekend what Mr. Gentile had in mind. He explained everything to me and asked for my opinion. He asked to speak with my parents when we were done. I made arrangements once I had a long talk with Rose. He came to our house at ten on Labor Day morning. Mom; Dad, you know Mr. Gentile. He wants to talk to us about my future.

Okay, Paul, but why is Rose here for this?

I ll explain that once Mr. Gentile is done, okay?

I think you know that I m Superintendent at St. George s Country Club. I m also 59 years old and I hope to retire in another six years at 65. I asked Paul to work for me this summer because I thought he d make a good replacement for me.

We think he should go to college.

Yes, so do I; would you be surprised to know that I m a Cornell grad? Cornell is an interesting university. Part of it is public and part private. The public part began as an agricultural school although these days one can study anything he or she wants. I think Paul will tell you that I spent a lot of time with him this summer. I also made sure that the Club Board met and interacted with Paul. They like him as much as I do.

So, here s the deal: the Club will pay all of Paul s expenses at Cornell. They have an excellent program in turf management. Once he graduates he ll work a year as my assistant at $20,000 plus benefits. The following year he ll take over and make $30,000. Over the next two years his salary will increase to $40,000 which is what I ll earn my final year. You seem surprised. There s a lot of responsibility in my job and there s a lot of money at the Club. Of course, all this will be put into a contract to protect Paul s interest. The Club would expect Paul to work there for a minimum of five years.

How do you know he ll be accepted at Cornell? That s a pretty good school, isn t it?

Yes, it is, but Paul will have my recommendation as well as that of the entire Board. I should point out that the Club has donated more than $100,000 to the University over the past five years and will donate another $50,000 before Paul graduates. Trust me; he will be accepted.

We talked it out over the next hour and a half. Everyone voiced their opinions except for Rose. Her turn would come later. Ultimately, we agreed. I liked the opportunity. I enjoyed working with my hands and with growing things. I hated the idea of working in a laboratory like my dad did. It didn t hurt that I d earn much more than the government paid him, too. Mr. Gentile left around 11:30. Now the discussion became serious.

Mom; Dad, I know you re wondering why Rose was here for this. Now you ll know. I asked her to marry me last night. Next June, once I ve graduated, Rose and I will marry. She ll come to Ithaca with me. We can t stand the thought of being apart for two days let alone ten months. Back when we began dating I told you, Mom, that I loved Rose and that I was in it for the long haul. Now you know that I m in and have been in love with Rose for quite a while and by long haul I meant forever.

Rose spoke for the first time. When we first began seeing each other Mom thought I was thrilled to have a real date. The truth is that I was thrilled to have a date with Paul. I thought I was a freak. I was in love with my own cousin. Aunt Martha; Uncle Stan, I ve been head over heels in love with Paul for more than two years. I loved him as a cousin when I was a kid then that changed. I love him more than anything now. To be away from him would kill me. We promised ourselves to each other months ago. I want to be with Paul; forever.

Where will you live, Paul?

If we have to we can use a small cabin on the golf course grounds. I ve already cleared it with the Board President. We d prefer to stay here with you while we re home, but if that s not possible we ll stay there. It s small, basically two rooms and a bathroom. It does have a double bed which will be a relief after having sex on the beach for the past five months. That s right, Dad; Rose and I have made love almost every night.

And I was the one who pushed for it, Uncle Stan. Paul didn t want to push or rush me, but I wanted Paul more than anything. I pushed him, but I don t have to push him any longer. We anticipate a problem with my father who thinks I m still nine, but we will be together whatever happens. I had never seen Rose so determined. She had incredible internal strength. The matter was settled when my mom rose and came over to hug and kiss us. Dad followed a moment later. We had their blessing. We were both relieved. Now all we had to deal with was her parents, especially her father who was known to sometimes be high-strung, even irrational.

CHAPTER 6

We ate lunch with my family and I could tell from my mom s expression that she d be on the phone as soon as we left to speak with Rose s parents. I knew her mom would be with us, but I was worried by what her father would say; and do. We hugged my parents and walked out the door. I knew Rose was nervous. She had my hand in a death grip. Three minutes later we pulled into her driveway. As expected Aunt Celia was just hanging up the phone. She had a smile on her face.

We asked to speak with both of them and Rose began. Mom; Dad, Paul and I want to speak with you about something important. Paul asked me to marry him last night and I agreed. She paused here for a reaction; there was none so she continued. We want to marry when Paul graduates from high school. He has just received a full scholarship to Cornell. I want to go with him and continue high school there. He also has an offer of an excellent job once he graduates.

I looked at Uncle Carl and could see that he was fuming. What are you two thinking? Are you even thinking at all? This is the most ridiculous thing I ve ever heard. I absolutely forbid it.

Why, Daddy? I love Paul and he loves me.

Why; because you re cousins; that s why!

But we re not cousins. We re not related at all. I may call you Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia, but the fact is that we re not related in any way. There s no reason why we can t get married.

I don t care about your smug answers. I think you should leave. I forbid you to see Rose again.

With all due respect, Uncle Carl, we re both eighteen. Legally we re adults. You don t have the ability or right to deny us.

I have the ability to throw you out of my house, don t I?

Don t I have a say in this, Carl? I would think so inasmuch as this house is half mine. Paul; stay where you are. I ll be right back. Aunt Celia walked to the kitchen; we heard a brief discussion on the phone. She was back in less than a minute.

Well, what are we waiting for now?

You ll see in a minute, Carl. Really; you should get your head out of your lab once in a while. If you did you would have noticed how much these two are in love. I actually envy them.

Well, I don t think they should get serious. Bad things can happen.

Like what?

They could be caught kissing by the police. We all laughed. We couldn t help ourselves. There were hardly any police in our area and kissing was mild compared to what we ve been doing. What the hell was that all about?

Rose spoke to answer, Daddy, Paul and I kiss every day and we do a lot more than that, too. Don t think that Paul has forced me to do anything. It was the other way around. I wanted to become physical with him and he resisted until I made him. Even then he made me wait until we were both sure I was ready.

Ready? Ready for what?

To make love, Daddy. Paul and I make love every day; every single day. His reaction was immediate. He was out of his chair and raced across the room to hit me. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Carl is small and puny compared to me. He raised his hand, but I trapped his arm before he could swing his fist at me. My mother walked in the door, shocked at what she was seeing.

Carl! What the hell are you doing? Sit down this instant and let s discuss this like responsible adults. I had never seen my mother so angry. Uncle Carl backed off and returned to his chair.

Do you have any idea what these two have been doing? What would happen if Rose became pregnant?

If she became pregnant they d just get married sooner and we d have a lovely grandchild, but that s not going to happen. Fortunately, Celia does pay attention to what s going on around here.

Yes, Carl, Rose has been on the pill since the end of June and before that Paul insisted that they always use a condom even stopping Rose one time from having sex without one.

How do you know all this? How do you know this is even true?

If you took the time to talk with your children once in a while you d understand. Rose and I talk often. I noticed a very special look on her face one night when Paul brought her home. If you think a bit you ll remember that night, too. I woke you up and we; .

Celia! Please!

Oh, Carl, get a grip. You think nobody here knows we have occasional sex? Did the stork bring our two kids? Please, yourself! I woke you up and we fucked like we haven t in months; and if you continue this idiotic argument we won t for another several months.

But, this just isn t right.

Daddy, maybe you d prefer that I get involved with someone who would abuse me; maybe even hurt me.

No; of course not.

I want you to remember when I was sick. Who came to visit me every single day; every single day, Daddy? It wasn t you. Sometimes I didn t see you for days, but I saw Paul every single day. He always kissed my forehead then red for at least an hour. I laugh when I think of some of the things he red.

I don t know; I really enjoyed Nancy Drew and some of those romances were; . Rose silenced me with a kiss. Then she spoke again.

I thought I was a freak, Daddy, because I was madly in love with my cousin. Then I learned that Paul wasn t my cousin, after all. I can t tell you how thrilled I was. Some boys would have taken advantage of me because I was so na ve and inexperienced, but not Paul. He always treated me with dignity and respect. We want you to accept us, Daddy, but even if you don t I am going to marry Paul. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. PAUL! She linked her arm into mine, holding me as though she d never let me go and I guess that was the message. We all sat there silently waiting for a reaction. Finally, Uncle Carl decided to speak.

Okay. I still have some concerns, but it is your life. I breathed a sigh of relief. Rose turned my head with her finger and gave me an incredible kiss. I hugged Aunt Celia and Mom and held my hand out for Uncle Carl. He thought about it for a few seconds before smiling and taking it in his. I m sorry about earlier. I m glad I didn t actually hit you. He must have been delusional. He was never going to hit me. I took Rose s hand and we walked out back to the hammock where we relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. We kissed and talked quietly until it was dinner when we learned that we were all going out for a celebration.

We went to the beach the following day. I always found it amazing that the beach died right after Labor Day even though the weather was still great. This would be our last day free. School always began on the Wednesday after Labor Day and I was looking forward to my senior year. This year I d also drive Eric to school. He was beginning ninth grade. I would have much enjoyed having Rose to myself, but I d have her after football practice and that would have to do.

Our first game was on Saturday against Riverhead, another central school that pulled students from roughly twenty local elementary districts. We always had trouble with them, but not this year. I led the way for our star halfback Elmer Morris, repeatedly opening holes in their defense. Elmer ran for more than 150 yards and two touchdowns. Even I had one on a fake run right and pass left. I was all alone in the corner of the end zone. Rose met me with our parents and Eric and Mary who looked like they were getting along unusually well. I reminded myself to ask Rose about it later.

We won our second game a week later at Huntington. Once again I opened holes in the line for Elmer and starred on defense with eight tackles and a fumble recovery. I was looking forward to having an outstanding year. I had taken Wednesday morning off from school to sign my agreement with St. George s Country Club after Dad s lawyer had reviewed it. I felt great knowing that my future was secure. I returned to school in time to meet Rose for lunch and prep for Saturday s game with Deer Park.

We built an early lead using the same formula we d used in the first two games. We were on defense in the second quarter with a 21-0 lead when I moved to fill a hole on the right side of their line. I was engaged in a block with their tackle when I was cut-blocked by their halfback who dove for my knee. It was an illegal block that had been seen by the officials as well as both coaches. More than illegal, it was an intentional dirty play. I knew in an instant that I was badly hurt. I could hear as well as feel the cracking in my knee and leg. I went down and I didn t get up. Both coaches and the doctor rushed onto the field. The pain was incredible; almost enough to make me pass out; but I could hear the Deer Park coach screaming at his halfback. He was removed from the game and told to turn in his uniform. I looked down at my right leg; no leg was ever meant to bend in the direction mine had taken. Even worse, I could see my uniform pants turning red; I was bleeding, apparently badly.

There s always an ambulance at football games and now I knew why. It drove onto the field and I was loaded onto a gurney and taken away to the hospital. Port Jefferson has had a hospital for years and from what I ve been told it was pretty good. A few years ago the state opened a new university almost next door in Stony Brook. The following year a medical school and teaching hospital were also opened. That s where I was headed now.

I was still conscious, but barely, when they wheeled me into the emergency room. The team doctor had given me something for the pain and I was really woozy. I was only there for a few minutes while they cut my treasured uniform from my body then I was whisked into an operating room. By then my parents had arrived and had signed the necessary permissions.

It was dark when I woke; my leg up in what I later learned was traction, an IV in my arm. I was still pretty much out of it, but I could hear crying. I knew in an instant that it was Rose. Don t cry, Rose, I whispered. She jumped up in a flash to hold my head and smother me with kisses. What s the diagnosis? Do you know?

She ran out to the hall to fetch my mother, sat again and told me everything she knew, It s a good thing they brought you here. The doctor told us you could have lost your leg without the proper treatment.

You ll be in a cast for ten weeks, Paul, Mom said, then you ll need physical therapy. I m sorry, but your athletic career is over. Everyone was here, but Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia took Eric and Mary home earlier. Dad had to go home, too. He has to go to work tomorrow; something about cyclotron scheduling. Rose has refused to leave you. She s been here in your room ever since you were brought back from the OR.

I weakly extended my hand; Rose took it and held it to her face. Oh, Paul I was so worried. She hesitated when I groaned in pain. I ll get the nurse. I ll bet you have to go, too. She leaned down to kiss me and then she was off. Rose returned a few minutes later with one of the nurses who gave me a shot; morphine. I was out like a light seconds later, but first I told Rose how much I loved her as I pissed into a portable urinal.

To be continued in part 4. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 4

The road to recovery.

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I was in the hospital for a week. I shuddered when the doctor showed me the x-rays of my knee. It had been fractured into seven pieces. The ligaments were all torn to shreds and the upper end of the shin bone; the tibia; were also shattered. I had received an artificial patella; the kneecap; and the ligaments were all reattached. That was why I was in traction; to prevent the ligaments from shrinking. The hardest part of the surgery was the removal of all the tiny bone chips; more than thirty of them. Had they remained in my knee I d feel terrible pain whenever I walked.

Rose brought all my books and assignments to the hospital for me. She was driving the truck; I had no idea she could even drive a manual transmission. My parents came almost every night as did my future in-laws, but the constant in my life was Rose. It was late one evening after all my visitors had gone that Rose got that gleam in her eyes. She pulled the screen around the bed, lowered the blankets and pulled out my cock. Don t Rose; I m sure it s dirty. They don t wash me there.

If you think that ll stop me you have a lot to learn. Now lie back and enjoy. I was hard in seconds; I had missed our nightly forays into the wonderful world of sex and I had missed cumming at least once every single day. More than that I had missed the intimacy with Rose; holding and caressing her, hearing her scream in ecstasy. Her mouth was on me in a second; her tongue showed me just how much she had missed me. I came in an embarrassingly short time. Rose sucked it all into her throat then cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue. She covered me and pulled the screen back. We were both surprised to see one of the nurses standing there with a huge smile on her face.

You weren t the first and you won t be the last. I was young once, too. I m so glad you have each other. You re obviously very much in love. She took my temperature and checked my bandages before leaving. The swelling is down quite a bit so I think they ll put your cast on tomorrow. Then you ll be able to get out of bed and walk. I m sure you ll enjoy using the bathroom instead of the bedpan. Okay, I ll be back in an hour with your nightly medications. She turned and left. I was embarrassed that we d been discovered, but Rose just took it in stride.

I was taken by gurney to another room the following morning. Three orderlies had to lift me from the bed, one carefully handling my leg. They used the same procedure to lay me onto an exam table. The orthopedic surgeon entered a minute later, checking what I assumed was my chart. You re coming along very well, much better than anticipated. You ll be able to walk now with crutches, but I ll still want you to keep the weight off your leg. You ll be able to return to school in another week, but promise me that you ll take it easy. I suggest you get a friend to help you with your books.
You won t be able to carry them while you re using the crutches. Okay, let s get this cast on you. My leg was wrapped in gauze and cotton padding from just below my crotch all the way to my toes before the plaster bandages were wrapped around, making a strong protective case over virtually my entire leg.

You must try to keep this dry for the next two months. Then I ll want to remove it so I can check your progress. We may be able then to put on something lighter. Sorry, but it ll be sponge baths for you until this comes off. He adjusted the crutches to fit me and assisted me down the hallway to my room. I sat in a chair for the very first time in almost a week. I d never take that for granted again. I was sitting there when Rose rushed in from school. She was always at the hospital fifteen minutes after dismissal.

Rose ran across the room to kneel by my side. She held my face to hers. She was crying when she moved back. Don t cry, Rose. I wiped the tears from her face with my lips as I kissed her over and over. I don t want you to cry for me, Rose. I m going to get better and we re going to be fine. I won t be able to play football, but that s okay. I only had another seven games, anyway. Then I d probably never play again.

You might play with our children.

I grinned. Planning ahead, eh? I think I ll still be able to handle that, maybe even a little basketball or baseball; just so long as I don t have to roller skate. I tend to fall a lot.

Oh; Paul, how can you joke about this? I ve been so worried about you.

What s the alternative, Rose? Should I sit around feeling sorry about everything that s happened? I d rather look forward to being with and loving you.

You re right, of course, Paul. We can t change what s happened, but we can change what s going to happen. I m going to be closer to you now than your own skin. She hugged me and I felt that nothing had ever felt better. We talked about school, our friends and families. I asked her how Uncle Carl was feeling about our relationship.

Believe it or not, he s much better about it since your injury even though he knows I m going to stay with you.

What do you mean; stay with me?

Oh, didn t I explain? Your dad s office is being converted into a temporary bedroom for you; and me. I ll be there every day to help you get dressed and undressed and to wash you and help you to the toilet.

The toilet?

Yes, the toilet; I ve already discussed it with your doctor. You ll probably be able to stand and pee, but he doesn t think you ll be able to get up from the toilet if you have to poop.

I couldn t resist a giggle. Poop?

Yes; poop! And don t be surprised if I have to wipe you. I m going to wash you. If I don t, your mother will have to do it. Who would you prefer?

You, but I ll really look forward to a shower.

Me, too; I also talked to the doctor about that; no solo showers for a couple of weeks once the cast is off. He says your leg will be weak for a few weeks. By then you won t want to have one by yourself.

Hell, I don t want one without you now. I just never thought we d be showering together; not for quite a while, anyway.

The banter continued for another half hour until I began to yawn. Rose helped me up and into bed. She covered me, kissed me, and told me to sleep. She didn t have to; I was asleep in seconds. I wasn t used to the strain of being vertical with my leg yet. I was also still flushing the narcotics they d used for pain relief from my body.

Rose was still there when I awoke around nine. What are you eating, Rose? I don t want you to get sick at my expense.

Don t worry I m eating more than enough. I have a sandwich after school every day and I usually grab a snack while you re sleeping. See; here s my candy bar in my purse. Okay, now?

I held my hand out for her. She took it and I pulled her to me. Her lips met mine; my tongue met hers. It was our first romantic kiss in almost a week. We held it for what seemed like forever only to be interrupted once again by the nurse. Rose told me about the arrangements tomorrow to take me home. She d go to school for the morning, but be here at the hospital by noon for my discharge and to drive me home. I couldn t wait.

I donned the tee-shirt that Rose had bought me yesterday, but I needed help with the underwear and shorts. I was thankful that a male orderly was selected for the job. I stepped into the single sandal and hobbled forward on my crutches into the wheelchair. My leg was elevated and I bid farewell to my room, praying I d never see it again. We went down in the elevator and out to the lobby. Rose stood by the truck door. I d never been so happy to see her. She helped me up to the seat and threw my crutches into the truck s bed. The nurse handed me my books and we were off.

I never knew you could drive a stick.

I couldn t, but Uncle Stan taught me. It was quite a challenge, believe me. I must have grinded the gears a hundred times before I figured it out. I m doing a lot better now. You can relax. She let her foot off the clutch and off we went. I was surprised at how well she was doing. I did relax; all the way home.

Mom was there to help me from the car. I managed the walk to the front porch easily, but was stymied by the steps. I didn t know how to proceed until Rose helped me once again. Put your good leg up first then pull the crutches and bad leg up after. Repeat for each step.

Let me guess; the doctor told you. Rose just smiled and laughed. Then she helped me up the stairs. Mom and Rose were by my side all the way into the living room. I eased my way into the couch. Rose lifted my leg onto a hassock then she brought me a Coke. She delivered it with a kiss. Mom laughed. It was good to be home. I was sitting there resting when Mary ran in from school. She hugged me, but carefully. Don t worry, kiddo; I m not made of glass.

She hugged me again and whispered into my ear, I need to talk with you later. Okay? It s private. I nodded and she ran into the kitchen. I wondered if I d ever run again. I struggled to get up, understanding what Rose had said about the toilet. She scolded me for trying to get up by myself as she led me to my new temporary quarters.

Dad s study had been rearranged. The arm chairs had been moved to the garage as had the table and the large world globe. A double bed had been moved in and made with sheets, a blanket, and four pillows. Four pillows, I asked.

Yes; three for you and one for me; you ll be sleeping on your back and the doctor wants your leg elevated. We also think you ll need a few pillows for sitting up in bed.

How many will we need when we make love? We ve never done it in a real bed, you know?

Well, under ordinary circumstances I d say that I d be your pillow, but for a while I think you ll have to be mine. Of course, we ll have to be home alone to actually make love. I m afraid I d scare the living daylights out of your family.

I hugged her to me and asked her to bring Mary in. She wants to speak with me privately, Rose. I don t know what it s about. Do you mind? Of course, she agreed, closing the door a few minutes later.

I looked at my sister closely, probably for the first time in years. I could see her blossoming sexuality in the formation of her breasts and hips. Okay, kiddo, what s up?

She sat on the bed, looked up anxiously, and asked me, Paul; how do you know you re in love? Wow, what a question.

I don t know what to tell you, Mary, except that when the time comes you ll know. There s no billboard in the sky or little voice in your head that tells you. I wouldn t worry about it for a few years. You re still pretty young to worry about that.

Okay then, can you teach me how to kiss? Oh God, what a welcome home!

Okay, Mary obviously I m not going to demonstrate on you so why don t you ask Rose to join us? She did a minute later. I motioned her to sit next to me. Mary wants to know how to kiss so I think we need to demonstrate. Rose s eyes lit up. We moved Mary to the other side of the bed where she d have a good view as I leaned forward and Rose met me. We kissed for almost a minute while Mary looked on. I continued my explanation when Rose was willing to release me. See how loose and flexible Rose s mouth is? I demonstrated by working Rose s jaw much to the amusement of Rose and Mary both. You need to keep your mouth open. So, of course, Rose opened up so far that a cantaloupe could fit easily. Mary and I laughed, exactly as Rose had intended. And, you ll want to use your tongue.

Even I know that! I hugged Mary as we all had a good laugh. Then I got serious again.

Is all this for anyone we know? Don t worry, we won t say anything and we won t tease you either.

Mary s head went down as she blushed deeply. Eric, she whispered.

I hugged her again. I like Eric. I think he d be great for you, but don t be discouraged if it doesn t work out. You re both very young and things can change. Does Eric know how you feel?

Once again the head went down. Yes, he tried to kiss me last time we went to visit you in the hospital. I didn t; not because I didn t want to; but because I didn t know what to do.

I looked to Rose. I knew what I d do, but I wanted her opinion. If I were you, Mary I d kiss him the next time you have an opportunity which I think might be tonight. Mom and Eric are coming to dinner. Maybe we can get you outside; alone. Mary hugged Rose and, then me, and we were alone again.

Aunt Celia and Eric came at 5:30 and they brought dinner; two large pizzas, one sausage with extra cheese, and the other a kitchen sink with sausage, pepperoni, onion, green pepper, black olives, and mushroom. I opted for my favorite; the sausage. Rose and I ate at the living room coffee table where I could stretch out my leg. Eric and Mary also sat with us, but on the floor, their drinks on the table with ours. The parents sat in the kitchen. I asked Mary and Eric if they would please take the empty pizza boxes and paper plates out to the trash cans in the back yard. Mary winked at me when she left. I knew the job should take two minutes or less from prior experience. They were gone more than ten. Rose and I were silent when they returned. Mary winked again. Rose and I couldn t resist laughing. I stifled it by kissing her which silenced both of us.

I was home three nights when Mom told us, We re going out a bit to play some miniature golf. We ll be gone at least an hour. In fact, we ll phone you at least ten minutes before we come home. I knew immediately what was up; my dad hated miniature golf and I knew they d never go out on a Wednesday; a school night. Rose closed and locked the door and helped me into the shower for my sponge bath. She showered once I was done. It was a quick one for both of us. We were barely dry when we tumbled into bed. Rose was all over me in a second. Her lips found mine and her breasts rubbed all over my chest.

We d slept together in the same bed Monday and Tuesday nights and we d been naked. Rose had sucked me off Monday and I d reciprocated with her sitting on my face, but we had wanted to make love in the worst way. My hands found those delectable nipples, and her hot wet cunt.
Meanwhile, my cock felt like it had never been harder or thicker. It was so hard it actually hurt. Rose lifted her body over mine, taking care to avoid contact with my cast. A moment later I watched with interest as I disappeared into her slender body. Dear God, I had wanted this so badly and, apparently, so did Rose.

Her eyes glassed over almost immediately as she crushed her muff into me. I gripped her ass, feeling the tiny tremors running through her body almost immediately. I drove into her as best I could considering my infirmity. Thank God I had cum just two days ago, otherwise I d probably cum in an instant from her frenetic motions on my cock. I knew that Rose was somewhere else; somewhere few women would ever find; when she suddenly froze. I saw and felt the massive convulsions race through her body and I heard her unearthly scream that went on and on. She continued to ride me for several minutes as I emptied into her, until we fell quiet, barely moving. Only our slow breathing showed that we were actually alive.

Rose looked up about five minutes later. I love your mother and I love you. I pulled her to me for a long lingering kiss as my softened meat fell out of her. Rose pulled me up and back to the shower. I stood with only my good leg inside because the floor was now wet as she washed me again. I stepped out so she could step in. Semen ran down her legs. We dressed and were back in the living room by the time Mom phoned, acting as though nothing had happened once they returned even though everyone knew different. We were dressed in our pajamas; a tee-shirt and gym shorts for me, one of my tee-shirts and a pair of pink short shorts for Rose. We only wore them while in my family s company. In bed we were always naked.

CHAPTER 7

I learned very early why the doctor wanted me to stay home for a week before returning to school. Getting around on one leg could be exhausting. I had a lot of adjusting to do; I practiced walking up and down stairs several times every day. Port Jefferson High School was three stories high with no elevator. It was a very old building.

Rose continued to bring my assignments home every day. I wanted to spend my afternoons and evenings with her, but I also knew how important it was for her to do her work. I always joined her at the dining room table to do homework even though I could just as easily do it during the day.

Rose and I were seated on the couch Saturday morning when the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Gentile and Mr. Cosgrove, the club president. Suddenly, I saw my full scholarship disappearing down the drain. However, that was not the case. They had come just to see how I was doing. We sat and spoke for more than an hour. I introduced Rose as my fianc which pleased both her and my mother. I decided we needed to go out one afternoon next week.

I never did know why Uncle Carl allowed Rose to stay with me while I recovered, but I was glad he did. Despite all our kidding about my pooping I found the very first time that my stiff leg made it impossible for me to reach the toilet tissue. I was so frustrated when I called for Rose. Not surprisingly she was waiting for me right outside the door. She helped me to stand then wiped my ass until I was clean. Then she helped me pull my briefs and shorts up my legs, fastening them around my waist. She kissed me and helped me out the door as though what she had done was an everyday occurrence. Actually, it would become an everyday occurrence until I d get rid of this damned cast.

Monday morning we were up early. I took a long time to dress, even longer than Rose who had to do her hair and minimal make-up in addition to helping me. We were off to pick up Eric before driving to school. Arrangements had been made for me to enter through the gym so I wouldn t have to struggle up the seventeen steps that led to the front entrance. I waited for Rose to park the truck and we walked to the main office where I turned in my illness excuse note. I was offered a library aide to carry my books, but I turned around to show my knapsack on my back. I kissed Rose good-bye and walked to my locker. I hadn t gone even fifty feet when I ran into trouble in the person of Ryan. Ha ha. Look at you now. I m going to find Rose and I m going to squeeze those nice titties of hers until she cries and there s nothing you can do about it.

I hobbled right up to him and dropped my crutches to the floor. Ryan hit the floor only a second later, the result of my fist colliding with his nose. Get up, you bastard. If you think I need two legs to beat a piece of crap like you; . I felt two hands on my shoulders. Turning I saw my buddies Elmer Morris and Eli Strand. I became an athlete through hard work and hustle. Elmer and Eli worked hard, but they also had real athletic ability. They lived here in Port Jefferson in what would best be described as the Negro section of town. Elmer was a six feet, two inch 185 pound speedster who starred in basketball and baseball, as well. Eli was six feet, three inches and 245 pounds; a tackle in football as well as a star in basketball and baseball, too. We had been great friends ever since ninth grade. I d been to each of their homes and they d been to mine. My crutches were returned to me and Eli spoke quietly, Listen, asshole, if you touch Rose or any other girl like that you re going to wish you were dead. He was never able to say another word. We were interrupted by the principal, Mr. Vanderhoff.

He took Ryan and me to the office with Elmer and Eli coming along as witnesses. Ryan denied saying anything, but it was three against one with Eli and Elmer backing my story. I d probably suspend you, Paul except that I doubt I d accept that kind of talk about my girlfriend.

It s actually worse than that, Mr. V; Rose is my fianc . We ll be married at the end of the year.

Ryan rarely knew when to keep his big yap shut and today was no different. You re not taking the word of them over me; the word of those Negroes over that of a white person. I looked at him with a hatred I never knew I could have, but it was nothing compared to the look on Eli s and Elmer s faces. Mr. V admonished him, but I knew he was in BIG trouble now. Eli and Elmer were dismissed while Mr. V warned Ryan and me. He wanted us to shake hands, but I refused. You can suspend me or give me detention, but you can t make me shake hands with him. Don t worry; I won t hit him again if he only keeps his big trap shut. I was given time to go to my locker before struggling up to the second floor for my English class.

One of the students graciously vacated his seat in the front of the room so I could have room for my leg. I was glad to be back in school again where I could interact with my teachers and the other students. I d also see Rose at various times during the day, too. I had just reached the end of the lunch line and was wondering how I was going to get my tray to a table when Rose walked up and took it from me. She led me to her table where I sat with her, her friend Heather, and Eli and Elmer. I knew why they were sitting here; they wanted responsible witnesses. I understood even better when Ryan walked across the hall into the lavatory. A ninth grader was following him, but he was pulled back by one of the linemen on the team. Four big players went in after Ryan; two whites and two Negroes. A fifth stood guard while Ryan was pummeled inside. Five minutes later the four walked out, paper towels drying their hands. Ryan hadn t shown himself by the time we left for our next class. When we saw him at the close of school he was missing several teeth. Of course, we had seen nothing.

The following afternoon I asked Rose to drive into downtown Port Jefferson almost to the harbor where we left the truck and walked into Mr. Cosgrove s jewelry store. We were there to buy a ring. I had given my dad a check over the weekend and he d cashed it yesterday. Mr. Cosgrove welcomed us and showed us several rings within my budget, promising us a twenty percent discount. We walked out with a simple solitaire of a half carat in a thin gold band. Rose loved her ring; I already knew that she loved me.

We went home and Rose showed Mom the ring. I think we ll have to go out again tonight, Paul. I m sure we ll be gone at least an hour. Once again, Rose bathed me, dried me, and fucked my lights out, screaming into the night. She was nothing less than incredible.

The days and weeks flew by and finally it was time for my cast to be removed. The doctor sawed through the plaster and removed the padding and gauze. I was appalled when I saw my leg. It was filthy; covered with dirt and dead skin. Worse, my muscles had atrophied from lack of use. My leg was cleaned and my knee x-rayed. The doctor had good news for me; I could wear a brace in lieu of another cast. I was overjoyed! I d still need a month or more of physical therapy, but I would be walking by Christmas and driving, too. Best of all, I d be able to wipe my own ass now.

I worked even harder now. I was all caught up with my class work and attended physical therapy every afternoon after school. I was exhausted by the time Rose drove me home. I enjoyed taking a shower again and taking it with Rose made it all the sweeter. I needed her to help support me, but the way she did it; well, it was fantastic. She pressed her lush body up against mine, pushing those D-cup breasts with their firm nipples into my chest and back while her arms encircled my body. I d tell Ryan all about it, but he d left school and never returned. We d heard that he had a broken nose and two broken ribs, among other injuries in addition to the dental problems we d seen earlier. More than a hundred students were questioned by the school authorities, but no one saw anything, not even Ryan. He had just stepped up to a urinal when the lights went out. He was grabbed by big hands, punched and kicked. His head was forced into the urinal and it was flushed. Personally, I was sorry he wasn t using the toilet.

Christmas was wonderful that year. My physical therapy had come along well and I was able to walk on my own at last. I still needed the brace, but only for safety. Another month would put it behind me. My muscles had responded to all the therapy and had grown back to almost normal. Rose still lived with me even though I d moved back upstairs. The double bed was moved into my room and the furniture originally in Dad s study was returned. I stored some of my clothes in the attic so Rose could keep some in my closet and dresser. We were like a happily married couple although we weren t quite married yet.

Aunt Celia, Mom, and Rose started preparations for our wedding right after the New Year. St. Anthony s was reserved for the final Saturday in June. St. George s County Club would cater the reception. Now they began the search for a dress in earnest. I asked Rose about it several times, but she refused to say a word. I selected Brian as my Best Man, with Eric, Eli, and Elmer as ushers. Rose asked Heather to be Maid of Honor with Mary and two other friends I barely knew as bridesmaids.

It was June before we knew it. In other years I had always looked forward to the annual athletic banquet. I knew I hadn t earned a letter this year so I was surprised when I received an invitation. Rose took the truck home that afternoon and she was shocked when she returned; she had been invited, too.

The banquet always takes place on the first Wednesday of the month, long before we had to study for our finals and Regents exams. Rose and I drove to the school that night where we were welcomed by our friends, all of whom knew about our impending wedding. The cafeteria was decorated nicely as usual as we found our seats. We sat with Eli, Elmer, Brian, and a few other football players. The award presentations began after dinner. I wasn t at all surprised to learn that Elmer was selected as the Football and Basketball MVP. Eli was Baseball MVP. I sat and applauded when my friends were called to receive their letterman s sweaters. The program was almost over and we still had no idea why we were there. Principal Vanderhoff stepped to the podium. As many of you know, our ex-coach John Cappy fought a valiant battle against cancer before passing three years ago. He was one of the finest men I ve ever known and he was certainly one of the most courageous. The Board of Education has decided to honor him with the John Cappy Memorial Trophy to be awarded to the school s most courageous athlete. Our first recipient is Paul Lockwood. I know I don t have to tell you about his courage or determination.

I was stunned. I was still filtering the announcement when everyone present stood to applaud. I was so weak-kneed when Rose pulled me to my feet. She tried to push me forward, but I clasped her hand and whispered, Please come with me, Rose. She really had no choice; I wasn t about to release her. I shook hands with the principal, my coach, and the athletic director while it was explained that the huge trophy would be placed in the showcase at the main entry. My name had already been engraved on a small silver rectangle screwed into the base. I received a small wooden plaque as a remembrance and stepped up to the podium.

Well; this was totally unexpected. You can see just how courageous I am; I needed Rose to be here with me for moral support. Actually, I doubt that I d even be able to be here if not for Rose. She stayed with me every day and night in the hospital and then at home, too. Since we ll be married in about two and a half weeks I m going to skip over all the things of a personal nature that she did for me. She drove me to school and to therapy every day and she was there every weekend to help me, too. Honestly, I think the award should go to her. I stepped back and Mr. V stepped up to the microphone again.

It s good that Rose is here with you Paul, because we have a plaque for her, too. We agree that she has gone more than the extra mile for you. We have decided to recognize Rose her as our Most Dedicated Fan. I couldn t help myself; I hugged her right there in front of almost three hundred students, teachers, and parents. Not a single person laughed; they all applauded. I stepped back so Rose could speak.

Thanks. She retreated, took my hand, and we walked back to our table. Everyone wanted to see our plaques. You d have thought I d been named All-America. The event broke up a few minutes later and I drove Rose home. We were elated when we walked in the door.

I had to study for Regents Exams in Calculus, Physics, and Spanish 4. Rose had Geometry, World History, and Chemistry. Of course, we had other final exams, too. It was a busy time for both of us right up until the last week when things came to a screeching halt. The last few days of school were used for teachers to grade exams so we weren t either expected or wanted to be there. Rose wanted to go to the beach; I was reluctant. Finally, Rose sat with me and calmed me. Paul, you have an ugly scar on your leg. It wasn t your fault or your responsibility. The fault belongs to a vile person, not you. How many times have I seen it? Hundreds, at least; have I ever fainted? Put on your suit and a shirt. I ll change and we ll go to the deli for some sandwiches and Cokes.

She led me upstairs to my; our; room and we stripped. Rose helped me with my suit; I still couldn t bend my knee enough unless I was very deliberate and slow. Ten minutes later we were out the door with Mary en route to pick up Eric. I drove with Rose squeezed in next to me. Mary sat on Eric s lap. Half an hour later I drove down Sill s Gully. The beach was still deserted when I placed the blanket onto the pebbles.

Rose ran her hand over my rough knee, her fingers feeling the indentations from each of the hundred stitches not even neatly arranged in two almost parallel lines that were still visible on my puckered skin. My knee was ugly; that was the simple truth of it. It was ugly and deformed and it barely worked. I could walk fairly easily, but I still couldn t run. The only positive was that my leg s muscles had responded to the months of therapy and were back to normal. Now if I could only bend my knee all the way. I had flexibility exercises I did every day, but the progress was exceedingly slow.

I lay back on the blanket with Rose lying on top of me. Our sexuality was an open secret as was Mary and Eric s. She embraced him much as Rose did me. Soon we began to make out, Rose once again expressing her love for me physically, just as she did virtually every night. We had tried to control our lust for each other, but our love was too strong. One night way back in February we found our way to making love; to fucking each other until we couldn t move. Our orgasms were punctuated by Rose s scream. Mom laughed like crazy the following morning and when Rose blushed she pulled her close for a hug and kiss.

Never apologize for being so orgasmic, Rose. Most women would kill for that. Be proud of what your body can do for you, but please; do it earlier in the evening so we can sleep. We all laughed like crazy, even Rose and especially Mary.

To be continued in part 5. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 5

Beach Episodes, and Paul and Rose make it official

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Now on the beach Rose and I kissed and kissed. She looked over to see Mary and Eric embarrassed. I gave her a quick peck and turned my head. We re planning on making out for a while. Feel free to kiss each other as much as you want. You already know that we re not telling our parents. However, if you want to do more I think you should go down the beach a ways where you can have some privacy. I had just finished when Mary jumped onto Eric, enfolded him in her arms, and kissed him passionately.

Rose and I had spoken with them several times about their relationship. We think you re too young to have sex now, but there are still many ways you can show each other how you feel. Keep in mind that you re going to be related soon so you ll see each other at family functions. If you decide to break up with each other, do it the right way. Take the time to explain your feelings and part on good terms. That s the only advice we can give you. They nodded and hugged us. Only time would tell what would happen with them.

We went again on Thursday, taking our fishing rods with us. We fished for a while, but caught nothing. This time we were all alone on the beach. Rose was unusually quiet. Nervous, I asked.

No, of course not. You know how much I love you. I was just thinking about my new school. Rose and I had spent almost our entire Easter break in Ithaca looking for an apartment and checking out the schools. Initially, the principal was reluctant to even accept Rose, thinking that someone her age must be a big problem, however, a phone call to Mr. Cosgrove resolved that problem is a second. Two members of the Country Club board were attorneys. He had promised their assistance. We learned that a student has a legal right to an education until the end of the school year in which the student turns twenty-one. Rose was nineteen, just like me. We also showed Rose s outstanding report cards. Finally, a phone call to Mr. V confirmed everything we were trying to tell them. Bottom line; it was a lot of work, but Rose would be enrolled once we moved to Ithaca where I d been accepted to Cornell.

I put my arm around Rose and held her close. We ll be together; that s all that matters. Rose looked up at me, smiled, and placed her head against my shoulder. A minute later she pushed me onto my back and wrestled me to the ground. She laughed as she kissed me. I couldn t believe when she reached down to open my shorts and pull my hard cock from my briefs. Her shorts fell to the sand as she straddled my hips and sunk down on my hard tool.

Rose began to rock; very very slowly, as though our joining was to last all afternoon. We both knew that would never happen. Rose s lust for me was even greater than mine for her. It s our last day together until we re married. I have something special to give you then. Don t ask me about it because I won t tell you. You ll have to wait, but I promise it will be worth waiting for. She leaned down to kiss me; then she went wild on my cock, flexing it back and forth and sideways into directions that reminded me of my leg back in the fall when my knee had been broken. This felt a hell of a lot better; fantastic, even; and it got better when Rose started to shake. Her scream triggered my eruption. I blew into her cunt over and over as I pulled her back down for a long tender kiss.
We had rested for several minutes when we noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. Rose scrambled up to dress. I pulled my briefs up and zipped my shorts, then I pulled Rose back to me. You re incredible, you know that?

Of course, how else could I snag a hunk like you?

Simple; one look at that body of yours and another at your face and, even more importantly, getting to know the real you would have caught me three different ways; I love you, Rose and I always will. You re the best thing; ever. Rose snuggled into me, laying her head on my shoulder. We rested there for the remainder of the afternoon.

Friday was a hectic day for me. Graduation practice began at 8:30. Rose and I drove together even though that meant I had to go early. She had to attend class for some idiotic reason while I sat out on the steps chatting with my friends about the wedding and reception tomorrow. The wedding meant that I and all my friends would be retiring early; no wild party for us tonight. It was a small sacrifice to have Rose for the rest of my life. Once rehearsal was over I picked up Rose; she was cutting her first and only class; to go home. We had another rehearsal at five at the church, a rehearsal dinner in Port Jefferson at six and graduation at eight. It was going to be close for the seniors; my buddies and I had to be there at seven to dress and get in line for the processional.

I d be up front because my GPA put me third in a class of 126. It was important only until I started in college; then it would be a meaningless statistic. We walked in time to Elgar s Pomp and Circumstance; I limped, as usual; into the auditorium, down the center aisle and around the orchestra to the stairs at the corner of the stage. I was worried how I would get up them without messing up the processional until I saw Rose waiting there to help me. She slipped behind the stage curtain and back down the stairs once the last graduate was seated. The rest was a blur until it was over, although I did recall receiving my diploma to wild applause, most of it from Rose. I found Rose and our parents. I hugged my parents and hers first because I knew that our kiss would be a long one. Five minutes later we were out the door and on our way home. Tonight would be the first night in months that I would sleep alone. Rose had an early hair and nail appointment and I had to gather the ushers together and get us to the church.

I never thought it would all get done in time, but somehow it did. All my concerns vanished when I got my first look at my bride. Even Brian whispered, Oh my God! Her gown was strapless and form-fitting with a long train. There was a long slit almost to her hip in the right side so she could walk. Her breasts normally firm and round, were pushed up, maximizing her already ample cleavage. Her short black hair was perfectly coiffed and I could see she was wearing her mother s diamond earrings and necklace. I waited until she kissed her father and extended my hand. God, you re gorgeous. You look beautiful.

Don t act so surprised, she giggled back as we turned to face the priest. The Mass was as much a blur as last night s graduation, but somewhere in the middle I did recall saying I do and placing the ring on Rose s slender finger. She did the same and we were officially man and wife. An hour later we were in the Country Club enjoying our cocktail hour with tons of great hors d oeuvres and premium liquors.

Rather than having a long dais with the bridal party we chose to have individual tables so our ushers could sit with their girlfriends and the bridesmaids with their boyfriends. We sat at a table for ten with Brian and Liz, Heather and Ben, Mary and Eric, and Antonia and her boyfriend; he attended Seton Hall, a Catholic high school in nearby Patchogue. We had a good reason for doing things like this. Having two Negro ushers would mean their sitting with white girls. That was fine with all of us, but we were sure some of the guests were as bigoted as Ryan and we didn t want a problem that would embarrass them as well as us.

We had a wonderful time and I was pleased that there were no complaints when Elmer and Eli asked Rose to dance. We were all great friends and I d miss them something terrible. Both were headed to Big Ten universities on full athletic scholarships. Brian was going to Stony Brook, the local state university. Rose would attend there, too. Our plan was for her to attend either Ithaca or Cornell, or even one of the community colleges while I finished my final two years at Cornell then we d return here for my work and she could finish at Stony Brook. It was a plan, but who knew what the future would bring?

We returned home five hours later to find that Brian s parents had hooked up their trailer to my truck as promised. We drove all the way to Wildwood State Park; a distance of less than fifteen miles; for our brief honeymoon. They had a camping area there with the most primitive conditions; a large roundhouse with men s and women s facilities, but with only cold water. Rose had laughed when she thought of the impact the shower would have on my cock. Don t worry, I m sure you ll warm it up again really fast.

Oh, I m sure I will; over and over. We had just three days for an abbreviated honeymoon and then it was off to work for me. Rose and I had decided to stay in the Country Club cabin. It was between the sixth and seventh holes with the rear facing the sixth green. The cabin was tiny, just two rooms and a bathroom. The main room was a combo living, dining, and kitchen. It ran fifteen by eight with the bedroom behind on one side and the small bathroom opposite. There was furniture and even linens, but no laundry. It would be the Laundromat once a week for us. Even though it was tiny it was clean and handy. I could go home for lunch every day and even walk to work so Rose could have use of the truck. We liked it a lot.

CHAPTER 8

I had just pulled into the campsite and removed the trailer from the hitch when Rose asked me, Ready for your surprise?

Sure, what is it?

I m not telling yet, but you ll need this olive oil. I still didn t get it. You know that I was really friendly with Miss Sorenson, don t you? I did. She taught Health and Physical Education and she was every male student s wet dream; tall, slender, big tits, and a shapely ass. She was the only woman I knew who could compete with Rose. Well, I was speaking with her during the Sex Ed part of Health and I asked her if she had ever heard of anal sex. I gulped at the thought of that conversation. She laughed and asked me to see her during her free period; that was my study hall period. I spent more than a week talking with her. After swearing me to secrecy she told me that she had done it many times with her college boyfriend; and she told me it can be great. She gave me a book on Aberrant Sexual Practices. It was old, but pretty accurate. I learned a lot from it even though some of the things they thought of as aberrant are considered pretty normal now, like oral sex and even me on top of you or doggie.

Anyway; Miss Sorenson said the orgasms from anal can be pretty intense.

I couldn t resist a laugh. Intense? You ve got to be kidding. How could they be any more intense than what you ve been having? This I ve got to see. I hope you brought your towel because if you didn t they re going to kick us out of here before the night is over. I laughed again as Rose held up her towel, already rolled into a thick cylinder.

Hand in hand we walked up to the roundhouse. I just realized something. This will be my first shower without you since November. I m almost glad we re only going to be here for three days. Rose kissed me and entered the women s section. I walked around the building into the men s. The shower was cool, but not intolerable, and not as cold as the Sound had been when Rose had pushed me in back in the early spring more than a year ago. I dried myself and met Rose who was waiting for me on the path. We walked back as Rose explained what I would have to do.

I normally led when it came to sex. I was more experienced and Rose was willing to follow my lead. Now, however, I had absolutely no experience so I deferred to Rose who explained everything patiently. I placed a pillow onto the center of the bed, covering it with one of our beach towels that I had folded over several times. Rose lay on top, her butt resting high on the pillow. Rose, I know you want to do this and I do too, but I don t want to hurt you. I m stopping at the first sign of any pain; agreed? She nodded with a big grin so I continued to prepare her. According to Rose that was the secret. Her legs on my shoulders I dribbled some olive oil onto my fingers and rubbed in into Rose s anus. Her moaning told me to continue. A minute later I pressed my first finger home.

I had rubbed her for almost five minutes when I poured some more oil into her and added another finger. So far so good; Rose hadn t shown any signs of discomfort. If anything, her stroking of my cock told me she was becoming extremely excited. I thought that a third finger would just about do it. I added even more oil as my third finger explored her.

I had just oiled my cock when I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with it. It slid in easily in spite of its girth. I pushed in slowly as Rose groaned in ecstasy. A minute later I pumped into her until I could go no further. You okay, Rose, I asked.

Good; better than good; I feel kind of full, but my asshole is just tingling like crazy. It s spreading through my whole body. How about you?

I can t believe how tight it feels, like my cock is in a vise. I m not going to last very long. I leaned down to kiss my wife; oh God, Rose was actually my wife; as I continued to fuck her sweet ass. My oily fingers found her breast; my other found her clit. A mere touch with my fingernail threw her over the top. I could see her biting through the towel as her orgasm went on and on and on. Her back arched and she thrashed up and down the bed. I completely lost it; my cock felt like it had exploded; cum poured into her bowel. Finally, we came to rest. Even then I could feel tiny tremors running through her inert body.

My wilting cock slipped from her ass as I slid off her body to lie next to her. She was still biting the towel fiercely when I caressed her head and kissed her cheek repeatedly. Rose may have been conscious, but she was completely out of it. Mentally she was somewhere else; lost in the rapture of her incredible orgasm. I let her recuperate for almost a half hour until she looked up at me. Where am I, Paul?

We re at Wildwood in Brian s trailer; remember? We re on our honeymoon. I just finished fucking your gorgeous ass. It was great for me, but it looks like it was even better for you.

Now I remember; I was having an orgasm and it became so intense that I lost track of; of everything. I got lost. I m glad I m back. I m glad I m with you. She rolled onto her side and hugged me close to her body.

We held each other until I whispered, I hate to say this, but I think we need another of those showers. We re both covered in olive oil. C mon, I think we can use our robes and sandals. I pulled Rose from the bed, threw the dirty towel into our laundry bag, and dressed her in her robe. We walked back in the dark for another shower. We fell immediately asleep once we had returned.

We were up early the following morning. We had no food so we drove to a deli we had passed last night for fried egg and bacon sandwiches and orange juice. Neither of us drank coffee. Personally, I loved the smell, but hated the taste. Once we had finished our breakfast Rose and I bought some hero rolls, some Virginia Ham, butter and mustard along with a twelve-pack of soda for our lunch. All that went into our cooler with a big block of ice. We spent the day at the beach; what a surprise!

Wildwood was a big park, but most of it was totally undeveloped. We sat on the deserted beach for several hours until lunch then we took a walk. We were two miles down toward the east when we saw the park boundary. It was in an area where there were plenty of big rocks strewn along the beach. I had an idea when I saw one. C mon over here, Rose. Seeing this rock gives me an idea. I could tell as soon as she saw it that she had the same thought.

If we take off all our clothes I could use them as a cushion. I love your ideas, Paul. She kissed me as we shucked off our clothes. The rock rose straight up about two and a half feet before slanting another four feet on an angle of about thirty degrees. It was perfect. Rose leaned back and placed her ankles on my shoulders. Her sweet cunt was exactly where we both wanted it. I was just about to consummate her when she issued her first wifely command, Fuck me, husband. We looked at each other and laughed as I slid into her tight vault. I leaned forward, bending her in two as I cradled her head in my hands and we kissed. It was as sweet as everything else about Rose. I thought she was the perfect woman and for me she was.

I had stroked her for almost five minutes and I could tell from her breathing and the tiny vibrations in her body that she was really close. I sometimes had trouble believing that Rose could be so orgasmic. I had never dreamed that sweet na ve Rose would love sex so much, that she would react the way she did as often and as strongly as she did. I had asked her about it once. I wasn t at all surprised when she said it was me; that I was responsible for her reactions. It was just like Rose and it was only part of the reason why I loved her so much.

Rose s scream echoed off the bluffs, probably for miles, but there was no one to hear; no one but us and we d heard it dozens of times before and, hopefully, thousands of times in the future. It had just ended when I injected rope after rope into her. It was leaking out of her muff and running down her leg by the time she was able to rise and dress. She staggered with my help to the water s edge where we washed in the shallow water and I dried her with my shirt as we began the long walk back.

We showered and went out to eat at the Two by Four, a restaurant that had been just down the road in nearby Wading River for years. The food was, in my opinion, just okay, but it was the only restaurant in town so it was crowded even though the summer season had just begun. We waited and ate late before returning to the trailer.

We left the following morning, dropping off the trailer with thanks before driving to the Country Club and our new home. We d taken almost all of our summer clothes the prior weekend when we picked up the keys from Mr. Cosgrove. I had insisted that we pay for the water and electricity even though there were no separate meters. After several minutes of discussion he agreed to take $50 a month from us, but we learned he also had something else in mind.

I had reported to work the following morning while Rose was still asleep. She was up and doing some minor cleaning when he knocked on the door. Oh, hi Mr. Cosgrove, Paul s not here.

Actually, Rose I was hoping to speak with you. How d you like a job?

Me? I don t know what I could do.

Think you could drive a golf cart?

Sure.

How d you like to drive our beverage cart? I think you d be a natural. Paul told me you were a whiz at math so adding up orders should be simple. I d pay you $2.50 an hour plus tips. An attractive woman like you should really clean up.

Uh; would any of the men; ?

They d better not. I ll make it very clear that you re married, and to Paul. All of us who know him have a lot of respect for him. Why not discuss it with him when he comes home for lunch? I think you could make between fifty and a hundred a day, and that s only the tips. He left, leaving Rose to think until I returned at 11:30 for lunch.

My sandwich and soda were waiting when I walked in at 11:32. I kissed Rose and washed my hands before sitting at the old-fashioned enameled steel table. Paul; Mr. Cosgrove offered me a job.

He did? Doing what? I don t want you being a waitress. I ve seen how some of the members treat those poor girls.

No, not a waitress; he asked me about driving the beverage cart. He ll pay me $2.50 plus tips. He thought I d be perfect.

I had to laugh. I agree. You would be perfect. If you wear that tight pink top with those short black shorts I ll be able to retire while you support me. I pulled Rose to me, smearing dirt from my shirt all over her blouse.

So, what do you think? Should I do it?

Most of the members are real gentlemen and ladies, but there are a few jerks just like anywhere else. Don t allow anyone to touch you. I ll get the word out that you re my wife. I had to break up an argument between two workers today and I knocked both of them out cold when they turned on and attacked me. Did you hear the sirens earlier? That was Mr. Gentile who called the cops to have them arrested. Everyone in the club knows now not to mess with me so they ll also know not to mess with you.

I will tell you this; the girl who worked here last year took home over a hundred dollars in tips almost every Friday and Saturday. I think it could be good for you. You ll probably go stir crazy sitting here all summer. I think the girl worked from ten to about three or four; five or six hours a day. It will also be good for you in other ways; it will help with your shyness, especially around men.

So?

Go for it, just as long as we have the same days off. I pulled her to me again for a long kiss.

Paul, you made me dirty, she pouted.

Just wait until I get home. Then you ll see dirty, I laughed. Mr. Gentile has me running some projects for him. It s quite a compliment considering I m just a part-timer, plus everyone knows he s training me to be his replacement. I think I m going to have a great summer, although the last time I thought that I wound up breaking my knee. Rose and I chatted while I ate and before I left she asked me to make her dirty again. I hugged her as tightly as I could, rubbing my chest into her incredible breasts, then I went back to work. Rose went to find Mr. Cosgrove. She d have her first training day tomorrow.

Doggone if she didn t wear that tight pink top and those black short shorts her first day and doggone if she didn t make $80 in tips; on a Thursday, one of the slowest days of the week. Rose told me that she had told everyone that she was my wife and that we were honeymooners. She even put one of my school photos on the cart. That way I can look at you all day. I smiled as I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. The dinner dishes could wait.

As I had predicted, we had a fantastic summer with Rose out-earning me by more than two to one. I typically worked nine to ten hours a day; $45 to $50. Rose made that much in tips on a bad day, but then I didn t have the body she had. Only once did she have a problem when a drunken guest became aggressive. Luckily, he was seen by one of my coworkers. He called me by radio and I was there in less than a minute. He wasn t too pleased when I stepped between him and Rose and he was less pleased when I steered him back to his cart and sent him on his way. He swore he d have my job, but when he returned to the clubhouse he was instructed to leave the grounds and not to return.

Rose and I loved living in the little cabin. It was so small that it took us almost no time to clean and we had all the privacy we could want which was good; Rose screamed virtually every night. For some reason it was even louder when she had her period. We repeated our anal adventures roughly one every two weeks. Rose wanted it more frequently, but I was concerned for her well-being. She was such a wreck when we were done; she usually needed hours to recover.

We spent every Sunday with our families, joining them after Mass. On the positive side we no longer had to confess having sex with each other. Practicing birth control was something else. We d been required to attend Pre-Cana Conferences before we could marry in the Catholic Church. Essentially, these were Church propaganda sessions aimed at innocent young people. Listening to the joys of having a multitude of kids even if you couldn t afford to feed them was just ridiculous. We went, but we ignored almost everything. Neither of us considered birth control to be a sin, so as far as we were concerned it wasn t. We enjoyed seeing our families, especially Mary and Eric who, working together, had taken over my lawn mowing business. From what I could see they were working together in other ways, too. I could see their love for each other and I was pretty sure they were having sex, too. I just prayed they had listened to what Rose and I had told them.

Epilogue

Rose and I drove north to Ithaca on Sunday of Labor Day weekend. Leaving early, we took the ferry from Port Jefferson to Bridgeport, Connecticut and from there to Ithaca in upstate New York. It was a bit longer, but we were able to avoid New York City where an accident could tie us up for hours and I wouldn t have to drive the entire way. We changed our licenses and the truck s registration at the DMV early Tuesday morning before registering Rose for school. We were pleased to learn that she could graduate in a single year by doubling up on English courses.

The school authorities had done everything they could think of to keep her out of their high school until threatened by one of St. George s board members; an attorney. We received some unanticipated help from him while we were in the guidance office. I hadn t realized that he was a state senator and Chair of the Education Committee. He was in the principal s office with the district superintendent and he was very clear. The administration had no choice but to welcome Rose as a student. Senator Weber told them he would abide no prejudice against Rose.

Rose began school the following day. I wasn t at all surprised that she walked out with several other girls. I was waiting for her as I would most afternoons to take her back to our apartment where we d do our homework most days and make love on the others. Many of the residents of our apartment building were college students so I wasn t surprised to be called to a tenants meeting that evening when most of us had just moved in. Rather than the building owner or manager, the meeting was conducted by someone not much older than I was.

He red a long list of rules, most of which were either absurd or impossible to enforce, things like no sex in the apartments, no noise after ten, no overnight visits by members of the opposite sex, no drinking which was funny since most of us could do so legally. In the end I questioned his authority as a member of the dorm council to regulate facilities not on campus. We ignored all of his idiotic rules the entire time we lived there. Rose and I violated several rules almost every night as we showed our love for each other the very best way we knew how.

Registration for my classes proved almost funny. I was assigned to Physical Fitness which involved numerous running activities in order to pass. I told the department representatives to just give me an F. I showed my knee and was reassigned to Swimming, something I was able to handle easily.

We were both very busy so the semester went quickly and before we knew it we were going home for the Christmas break, this time in a new; okay, it was new for us; truck. My 1952-53 had finally died after more than 250,000 miles.

Rose and I stayed in the cabin as we did during Spring Break and the following summers. Rose graduated near the top of her class and was also accepted to Cornell. Her parents graciously agreed to pay her tuition. We were able to handle her other expenses. Rose made even more money the following summer on the beverage cart.

I graduated Cornell near the top of my class and Rose transferred to the State University at Stony Brook very close to where we lived. She graduated with a degree in Physics, becoming a successful teacher until our first child.

It was maybe two months after graduation that the letter came. I had to appear at the draft board for a pre-induction physical. Rose was beside herself with worry; the Viet Nam War was really beginning to escalate and she was worried that I d have to serve. I appeared as per the notice, but when the doctor saw my knee and my severely limited range of motion he sent me to see an orthopedic specialist. I couldn t run or even jog. I couldn t even bend my knee ninety degrees. He declared me 4-F. Rose was thrilled.

As promised I did take over for Mr. Gentile my second full-time year at St. George s. By 1970 I was earning almost $50,000 a year, enabling us to buy our first house nearby; a three bedroom ranch with a full basement on a half-acre lot. Two years later we thrilled our parents when Rose gave birth to our  
first daughter, Jennifer. Fortunately, I thought, she took after her mother. Three years later we had another daughter and two years later a son.

I had been required by my contract to work at St. George s for five years. I stayed there ten years. It was the very least I could do for everything they had done for me; and for Rose. Then I was recruited heavily by the famous Pinehurst courses in western North Carolina. I would supervise eight course superintendents. I received an incredible increase in salary and benefits. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Mary and Eric followed a rocky path. Unfortunately, it was due to much of their own doing. They dated all through high school, but broke up three different times. Twice it was Eric who needed space to find himself and the final time it was Mary who I thought was just scared. We held a party for Jennifer s first birthday; Rose and I could see that they were both miserable. They would look at each other longingly, but seemed afraid to speak. Finally, Rose spoke to Mary in the back yard while I took Eric to the front. We spoke for almost a half hour. We learned that Eric wanted Mary and Mary wanted Eric, but neither knew how to approach the other after all the separations. We invited them to visit us independently the following afternoon. Mary arrived first, followed by Eric a few minutes later. Both seemed shocked to see the other. I grabbed the two of them by the arm and walked them into our bedroom and closed the door. Listen, the two of you; listen carefully. Over the last day we ve learned that you, Eric, want Mary; terribly as I recall; and that you, Mary, want Eric; more than anything if Rose is to be believed. The problem seems to be that you don t know how to tell each other. Okay, I ve told both of you, so what are you going to do? I tossed a pack of condoms onto the bed. Rose and I only suggest you turn on the TV and lock the door before you show each other how much you really love each other. I turned away and closed the door. We next saw them an hour later. Their faces were flushed, they were smiling, and holding hands. They never broke up again.

Eric and Mary married once Mary had graduated from college the following year. Eric was a civil engineer and Mary, like her sister-in-law, was a teacher. They had three children and a long successful relationship.

Rose and I now live in coastal North Carolina with our four children. I m an incredibly successful consultant. I ve worked at golf courses, baseball, football, and soccer stadiums, as well as hotels and resorts all over the world. I m considered a turf guru. Who ever knew that growing grass could be so profitable? I ve been very lucky, but my luckiest day was the one when Rose first learned that she wasn t my cousin.

By senor longo for Sex Stories.