Note: this is a sweet and smooth romantic story, nothing edgy or forbidden. Just a story of how it can take decades for some people to truly fall in love. Also, if you've read some of my other stories, you may have already met Milla. But this story isn't related to any of the others. Just another fantasy based on the same person.
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As I saw my house through the trees, I sighed nervously. I then shook my head with a slightly nervous smile. I shouldn't be so nervous. Really not, damn it! After all, I was only expecting an old friend, someone I loved with whom I had no tensions or any issues whatsoever. I took a deep breath and sighed again as I climbed up the stairs and walked in. I was glad to be back before the rain came.
The house was clean and well maintained, not at all like the stereotypical bachelor house. I have been single for almost a year now, after having lived two years with my girlfriend in this very house. Because I had built the house by myself and the fact that we weren't married, I got to keep it. But when Jodie and I separated, it had suddenly begun feeling too big and empty for me. Still felt that way most of the time.
Looking through the patio doors at the back yard, I could see the hot tub, the pool, the shed, my two bikes and the forest's edge. I had been lucky when I bought the lot. There had been a lot of price inflation on it based on rumors of further development into the forest. But when those plans fell through, the value of all the lots on this street tanked. I bought three of them and built my house on the middle one. I was thus free from immediate neighbours and enjoyed relative peace and quiet. Especially with the high fences. Jodie and I had both enjoyed our privacy. In fact—
My train of thought was cut short when I heard the door bell ringing. Milla. She was here. I was suddenly breathing faster as I walked to the door, cursing my nervousness again. I saw her slim silhouette through the frosted glass and took one last breath as I opened the door. She looked up and smiled at me and I felt my heart thumping hard in my chest. Gods she was gorgeous!
I smiled at her as she walked in. She was wearing a white summer dress, quite thin and short and most of all breathtaking. Before I could take a good look at her though, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard. In her peculiar French accent, she simply said "Hello old friend." As I closed my arms around her, the rain finally began pouring down behind her. Briefly I wondered what she would look like right now, in that delicate white dress, had she been drenched on the way from her car to my door.
I tried to clear my head. I hadn't seen her in a very long time and I knew that she wasn't doing so well. Nevertheless I was a man, I had been single for a year and she really was a very beautiful woman. She could still take my breath away even though neither of us were really young anymore. As this delicious hug lengthened, I though back at how our lives had brought us both here, right now, to this warm hug.
I first met her back in my first year of college, a sprightly French literature major, a stunningly beautiful and sexy girl who had already known exactly how beautiful and sexy she was. She had lots of men wrapped around her little finger, as she'd had all of her life since. As soon as I saw her I knew both that I wanted her and that I had no chance. For one thing she was already in a relationship and for another, she had what I teasingly called a gaggle of fawning guys around her.
I still remember how she had laughed the first time I had used that phrase while talking to her. One day, after having met her only a couple of times, I we accidentally found ourselves in the same cafe one afternoon. For some mysterious reason she was sitting alone. And for some even more mysterious reason she decided to invite me to sit with her. We ended up spending three hours there together. I still remember how pleased I felt when she laughed full throated at the "gaggle" analogy.
Even though we never hooked up, not even once in twenty years, I had the unique chance of developing a very deep friendship with her. How did our friendship manage to survive my hidden love and lust? It didn't. In the sense that it didn't have to. I think I told her that was madly in love with her the next time we met after that afternoon. Just to clear the air. She was briefly annoyed at my raw proclamation, used as she was to having men just blurt out that they wanna fuck her. But she became puzzled as I immediately told her that I didn't want to fuck her, or try anything, or even be in a relationship with her.
That took her by surprise and led, once more, to another hours long conversation. By the time we moved on to another subject, she had a half smile on her lips, still surprised but convinced that I was just being honest. Over the following years, most of the people that knew us both, that saw us talking to each other for hours during parties, at coffee shops, or saw us watching movies alone together, were convinced that we had secretly had sex, or at least kissed. But we hadn't.
At one point though I was sure that I things could happen. Ever since I've known her, she had been in what I thought was an awful relationship with an abusive boyfriend. Psychologically abusive, mainly. I never learned if he ever hit her. But the psychological persecution could get really bad for long periods of time. About a year into our friendship, she broke it off. Finally! But any hopes I might have had were dashed when she ended up in the arms and bed of one of my friends, Alec. Not a very close friend, but still. It lasted about three weeks. Three weeks before she went back to her abusive boyfriend.
I admit that I have been angry through those three weeks... and many more afterwards. My pride had been hurt, and I had then been sorely disappointed by her decision to go back to that monster. The worse part of that was that I knew we wouldn't make a long lasting couple. Great friends, yes, but not a great couple. Too different. That's why even though I loved her, I wasn't really pining for her. That made my frustration even more... well, infuriating!
After a few months though, our friendship grew again for many years. Later we both moved away from the town where we had studied and met and eventually lost touch with each other. Through those years, I've had my fair share of girlfriends, one with whom I spent 7 years of my life. I was with that remarkable woman when Milla finally broke it off with her boyfriend once and for all. When she called me, in tears, our friendship and intimacy bloomed back to life despite the few years of drought. I spent quite a lot of time on the phone, on the chat or in person with Milla to help her through the break-up and the painful realization that she had spent all those years with such an awful man. It had dramatically hurt her self-esteem.
Eventually, she chose another man from her gaggle. A much better man. The year after that it was my turn to become single again and I cursed the damn bad timing. Not that I thought that Milla was interested in me in a romantic way, but well, you never know! And even though I still believed that we wouldn't make a great couple, I was still in love with her... While she was with that man, I met Jodie, fell in love, lived two years with her before our relationship fell apart. Milla helped me through that separation all the while her own relationship waned.
A few months later it was over for her as well and it was my turn to be there for her as she cried through her breakup. Once again we spent hours on the phone together over the course of many months. I invited her to come and spend time at my house instead of camping on the couches of her many girl friends. She never agreed. I was puzzled about that. I was sure that she wasn't afraid that I would make a move. After twenty years, our relationship was firmly in the friendship category.
Even my damned mistake didn't have any negative consequences. I usually used the phrase "my dear" when I wrote to her. Either on emails of chats or even on plain old paper. She did as well. But one time, as her relationship with her last boyfriend was beginning to crack at the seams, I accidentally wrote "my love". I immediately apologized for the mistake, but she didn't seem to mind. She wrote back "Don't worry about it. I call one of my friends "my love" from time to time anyways..."
"A girl friend?" I wrote back.
"Yes."
"But that's not the same thing between a man and a woman..." I wrote.
"Yes. You're right. But I don't mind, really."
I remember relaxing after reading this, but I never called her "my love" anyway. It just felt strange. I did love her, and she knew I did, but still... I had told her that I loved her a few times by email during the darkest moments of this last breakup, but it wasn't something that I said often or lightly. And I had always said it in a non-romantic way. A quick and casual "My love" somehow felt completely different than selecting a truly appropriate moment for a real "I love you".
Also, at that time, she was still months away from a clean separation. I just remember thinking how bad it could have turned if she had taken it the wrong way, as if I was trying to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. But thankfully she knew I wasn't the sort of man to prey on broken-hearted women. Then again, the nonchalant way with which she had moved on to another subject had, somehow, stung. As if the possibility of the two of us hooking up was just negligible.
Today, on my porch, as our very long hug ended, I could see that she wasn't heartbroken anymore. Sure she was still saddened by the fact that her boyfriend had finally left her (a new experience for her), but her smile didn't seem forced. She looked around at my house as she walked to the kitchen and complimented me. She had seen it years ago, but back then it was nowhere near as nice as it was now. As she noticed the new additions, I, on the other hand, noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra under her summer dress. Sometimes the side of her breasts peaked out from the gap under her arm.
Again, I shook my head, trying to clear those naughty thoughts away. We sat in the living room, across from each other, and my eyes glanced at her thighs every time she crossed her legs. Damn it! All of my life I had been attracted to voluptuous women. Women with curves in the right places. But even though I had always found Milla beautiful, she wasn't voluptuous at all.
Instead, she was built on the frame of cat. Very delicate and average height, with smallish breasts and slight hips. She did have a nice ass though. Her bright blue eyes and equally bright blond hair were like sapphires and a crown on her slim body. Even now, on the edge of our 40th birthdays, she looked pretty much as she did when I met her. Gracile, lissome and completely at ease in her body.
Our conversation soon turned to our shared memories. Because it's been years since she split up from her abusive boyfriend, we could talk about him and the incredible house they had bought together in Carishdale. And old country house with a huge piece of land around it including a lake. A lake where I learned, the first time I had gone there, that she and her boyfriend were into nudism. I learned that fact as she carelessly undressed in front of me before jumping in their lake. Her boyfriend was right there next to us, undressing as well.
Before that moment, we had never spoken about nudism. But as my head was spinning from seeing Milla naked right next to me, I undressed as well and joined them in the lake. Her boyfriend had many faults, but jealousy wasn't one of them. It had shocked me to learn that fact, but it made sense when you realized how highly he regarded himself. Absolute narcissism. Well... I wasn't about to complain, especially since it allowed me to spend long summer afternoons naked with Milla. Even when he wasn't there! I still savored those memories of summers long gone, talking with her on the small dock while we were both perfectly nude.
Looking at her right now on my couch, fifteen years after our last such summer day, I smiled and said "So... What are your thoughts on nudism?" Milla laughed, that sweet, intoxicating laugh. For a very slight woman, she had a delightfully low and rich laughter. She was laughing because she knew I was teasing her. Contrary to her abusive boyfriend, her latest one had been horrified by the thought of nudism, and especially of other men seeing Milla naked. It wasn't the first time I had teased her about it. "Have your position shifted in any way recently?" I asked, knowing I was taking a risk by indirectly mentioning her break-up.
But Milla seemed perfectly at ease as she replied "Well, my dear, they have changed indeed!"
"You don't say!" I replied.
Milla threw the cushion that was next to her at my face as we laughed. Until hooking up with her last boyfriend, she had been an adamant proponent of nudism, insisting that our society was too prudish and stuck up. But then her tune changed while she had been with him. "Yes..." she now said. "I've come to see the error of my ways," she added in an exaggeratedly stately voice. She punctuated her sentence with a wink and a bright smile. We stared at each other for a while and, to my surprise, she was the one to look away first.
As the hours sped by and the rain came and went, we talked about many things. She opened up about her break-up and while she cried a little, it was obvious that she was now ready to move on. By the time the sun briefly appeared, we were sitting next to one another on the same couch, her knee casually pressed against my thigh. Clearly, even after years of not seeing each other in the flesh, we were still very comfortable with one another.
Milla suddenly got up and walked to the patio door and looked at the back yard. The light hitting her from this angle made her dress slightly transparent. I took a deep breath. "Gods!" she cried. "That's a little piece of paradise you have here! It kind'a reminds me of my first home, in Carishdale."
"Yeah, in much smaller!" I replied.
"It's not the size that counts, but what you—" Milla suddenly stopped as we laughed at her unintentional pun. With her hand on my arm, she said "You know what I mean, you naughty man!"
"Yes. And I do admit that I did think about that house of yours as I designed the backyard."
We walked outside, our bare feet on the warm wet ground. "Oooh... That hot tub seems really nice!" she said.
I looked at her for a moment and said "Wanna hop in?"
"Right now?" Milla looked at me. "But I don't have my bathing suit." She looked perfectly innocent.
I grinned "Aren't you once more a firm believer in nudism?"
"Right here, with you?" To my surprise, she genuinely seemed hesitant. "I was teasing you about nudism earlier... It's been years since I've..."
"Oh come, come, Milla. Don't go all prudish on me now!"
"It's not that..." she blushed slightly. "I'm older now... And I'm sure you still have the image of 20 year old me in your mind and well... I'm not like—"
I frowned, really surprised. I turned to face her, grabbed her shoulders in my hands and said "Stop right there, my dear friend. Those excuses just won't work. You're still as beautiful as you were... It's not as if that dress hid much of your body anyway." I paused and looked into her eyes for a moment. "If you don't want to, it's quite alright, I don't wanna force you. But please, don't give me that! Even had you become ugly over the years, it would still be a pleasure to share such an intimate moment with you."
"Really?" she asked.
"Of course! Do you think I enjoyed those nude afternoons with you only because I enjoyed looking at your body?" I asked.
"Well... I don't know..." she mumbled.
"Ok. Let me put it this way." I said. "I knew, back then, that you would have been at ease being nude in a big group of other nude people. Right?"
"Of course," she replied, unsure of where I was going with this.
"Now. Would you have been equally at ease all alone with a man your age that had previously confessed to having feelings for you?"
"No... Of course not," she replied quickly.
"But that was me, my dear."
"Oh. I see."
"It always was a privilege for me to be naked alone with you," I said. "And for more reasons than to just look at the prettiest girl in school."
After a brief pause, Milla placed her hands on my arms as I still held her bare shoulders. "Do you still..." she stopped, not finishing her question. After a long pause, she added "I don't think I've ever figured you out, my friend."
"Of course not!" I replied playfully. "I'm a wonder and a mystery, always have been!"
Milla giggled at an old joke.
Honestly though, I wasn't sure I understood what she meant by not figuring me out. Despite the joke, I had never kept a single secret from her in my whole life. She knew I loved her and desired her, she knew all of my worst mistakes in life and love. Instead of keeping my bewilderment to myself, I asked her "What do you mean, Milla, by not having figured me out."
As she stared back at me, taking a few seconds before answering, she slid her hands towards my hands and grabbed them. As they now hung between us, she squeezed them and said "I think you're the only man I can't really read, my friend."
"What? You're joking!" I said, taken by surprise.
"Not at all. Thankfully, you're very honest, brutally so from time to time," she said, a pensive look on her face. "It won't surprise you to hear that I can usually figure out men very quickly. I can figure out what they want and how to... well..." she blushed and looked away briefly. "And to manipulate them if I want to." After another pause, she added "But not you. If you hadn't told me that you loved me all those years ago, I probably would never have figured it out. I would have simply believed that all you wanted was my friendship."
For some reason my heart was beating faster suddenly, as I held her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. I was flabbergasted. I thought I had been as obvious as a flashing neon sign. "I'm having a hard time believing you." I whispered.
"I'm very serious," she said. "In fact... Oh gods... I'm not sure I should be telling you this." She took a deep breath and continued. "Do you remember when I took a three weeks break from the monster (a nickname she had adopted after her break-up)?"
I nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "Yes, I do remember," I said, aware that this had been the most painful part of my friendship with her.
"And I went with Alec..." Judging by her voice, this was clearly difficult for her. But she still held my hands firmly in hers.
"Yes, I remember that as well," I croaked.
"Do you know why I didn't choose you?" she asked, her bright eyes locked onto mine.
All I could do was shake my head. My heart was now racing and I was pretty sure that I was shaking. "Well, it's because I wasn't sure that you'd be interested."
I was floored. I stopped breathing. "Me, not interested?"
Before I could think of something else to say, Milla continued. "Yes. Remeber, dear friend... You told me many times that even thought you... you had feelings for me, you didn't think we'd make a good couple." She took a deep breath before continuing. "In any case, I meant interested in what I needed at that time. Alec was just a rebound, nothing that could have become serious. And it was just what I needed at that point. I was pissed at the monster, I was in a bad spot with regards to guys, and I just wanted to vent this anger. I'm sure Alec still feels used..." She took a deep breath and added "I'm not proud of what I made him go through, emotionally." She blushed and swallowed before continuing "And I wasn't sure if our friendship would survive such a... such an angry and misguided turn into the sexual."
We stared at each other as the silence lengthened. I couldn't make sense of the storm of emotions that was raging in my head. I could see that it was a painful admission for her though. "Why am I telling you this, again?" A brief smile followed that comment. "Oh, right. Not figuring you out."
As she paused once more, I was shaken both by what she was telling me and by the evening sun hitting her face. Her eyes were just slightly wet, glistening in the golden hour light. She looked like a magical creature. "But after being with Alec, I could see... or at least guess, that you were angry with me. But even that wasn't clear."
We had never talked about this period. Ever. I took a breath and said "I didn't want you to see it."
"But I usually see such things regardless. And I would have liked to see it," she told me.
"Why?"
"Because I could have apologized." I was stunned. "I'm very sorry about that, my friend." Her eyes were brimming now and she held my hands very firmly. "It became clearer to me much later and I understood that I hurt you. And you were the only person I didn't want to hurt back then."
"But it was your life, you could have—"
She interrupted me. "I could have chosen someone who was not your friend!" She swore, her face completely red. "I was so messed up back then... I'm so sorry," as she apologized a tear slid down her cheek. "Some part of me knew the monster was a man I should have run from. I was looking for convoluted ways to rationalize staying with him and I ended up utterly confused, my feelings all jumbled up." Another tear.
I pulled her into my arms. Those few months had indeed been painful for me, but twenty years later, the warmth I felt as she apologized seemed to make up for it. I was glad to see that she wasn't really crying. Just a couple of tears that overflowed. Against my chest, she was now calm as she repeated that she was sorry. "Shhh," I said. "It's alright. I accept your apology. To make up for it, I want you to promise me one thing."
"What?" she asked as she pulled away from me to look into my eyes.
"Don't ever feel ashamed of what you are with me. That means what you did or think or feel, but also..." I then added, a half-smile on my lips "of your body when I invite you to a hot tub."
Milla giggled and nodded. And took the deep breath that she had clearly needed. "Alright,"she said. As she smiled, she added "Ok then..." She then pushed the two strings of her dress off of her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor silently and in a second Milla was standing naked next to me. For the first time in years.
Unable to resist, I let my eyes scan her body from head to toe. She was pretty much as I remembered her. Slim, delicate and nevertheless oh so sexy. Right in front of me, shaking her head, Milla said "You know you're not supposed to look at women this way in nudist situations!"
A few seconds later, when my eyes met hers once more, I whispered "You're absolutely gorgeous, dear friend."
Now she was laughing again as she said "You know you're not supposed to say such things in nudist situations!"
"I know." She had, in fact, initiated me to the peculiar etiquette of nudism. Yet I placed my hands on her shoulders again, an even more intimate act, now that she was naked. I repeated "You're absolutely gorgeous." I was staring right into her eyes and saw that she was blushing. But the good kind of blushing this time. "I don't care about nudist etiquette with you," I added. "My best friend is still as amazingly beautiful and sexy as she was when I met her, and I'm confident enough to compliment her. Do you mind?"
"Certainly not!" she answered, suddenly giggling as she pushed me out of the way before entering the tub.
A few minutes later we were both in the hot water, the bubbly jets doing their magic on our bodies. Because the water wasn't too hot, we remained there for a couple of hours, taking brief dips in the pool to cool down. During every trip between the tub and the pool my eyes were devouring her body. Milla was perfectly aware that I was doing it and didn't seem to mind at all.
As the last light of the sun finally disappeared the few soft solar lights I had installed turned on. It changed the mood, especially with the heavy clouds coming back. Earlier that evening we had seen lightning at the horizon, but so far we had been lucky. There wasn't any thunder now, but it became clear that there would soon be rain.
After a few minutes in easy silence, I looked at Milla and asked "So how many men in your gaggle these days?"
"Shut up!" she cried, grinning as she splashed water at me. "I don't have a gaggle anymore!"
"Oh come on!" I felt mischievous and wanted to tease her. "I can now confirm that you're as beautiful as you were, sexy as you were—"
"Yes, I've noticed that you really made sure to check and confirm all evening long!" she interrupted me, putting a funny emphasis on the word confirm.
I cleared my throat before continuing "As I was saying, beautiful," I counted by touching my index finger. "Sexy, undeniably," I touched my middle finger. "A professor with loads of money!" Milla snorted as I touched my ringless ring-finger. "And finally the killer combo, blonde with blue eyes!" I finished, touching my pinky and thumb. "And so I ask again. How many men in your gaggle these days, my dear?"
Milla was frowning, but her slight smile gave her away. But suddenly her eyes opened wider as if she had figured something out. "Whew!" she said, theatrically wiping her brow with her hand. "For a moment there I thought that you would call me my love!"
My own eyes suddenly opened wider, in surprise. I laughed out loud before saying "Oh, you damned tease!"
"Tease?" she cried, laughing. "You were the tease!"
"Pffff!" I breathed, unsure of what she meant by that. "You're the one who's walking around like a damned water nymph, oozing beauty in my backyard."
Milla laughed and shoved water at my face. We splashed each other like little children for a while, before settling down into another comfortable silence. As I looked at her now, her head resting with her eyes closed and a small smile still on her lips, I almost told her how beautiful she was. Again. I don't know how many times I did since she arrived.
Milla opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me. As she did, the hot tub pumps stopped, their 20 minutes cycle over. In the deep silence, we stared at each other. With bright smiles at first, then, as they faded, just raw intensity. I became gradually more and more nervous as we just stared at each other. At one point Milla licked her lips and whispered "Would you be willing to call me "my love" now?"
I was surprised that she would be teasing me again, but I replied, lightly "It would be my pleasure."
But then I see her expression change and I understand that it meant more. A lot more. And she wasn't teasing. She was nervous. My mouth opened slightly but I couldn't talk. Once again my heart was racing even as my head wasn't able to fully understand what she had meant. I sat straighter, my eyes still locked onto hers. I was so nervous that I would only learn later that she was trembling as much as I was. "What..." I began, fumbling with words. "Are you... Do you mean..."
As I was just beginning to get some control over my speech, the rain began to fall. A few heavy drops dropping like bombs in the water. And then, a few seconds later, it turned into a torrent of rain. Despite the loaded moment, we both began laughing at this legitimate assault of water. Breathing fast, Milla looked at me and said "Come with me, let's dance in the rain!" And with that she climbed out and ran deeper in the backyard, close to a light.
As I walked to join her, my heart was racing. With the pouring rain falling on her, her drenched blond locks twisting and twirling as she danced, she now truly looked like a magical creature. Before reaching her I whispered, too low for her to hear, "You're gorgeous, my love." I was now standing next to her, but I was too nervous to want to dance. I grabbed her hands in mine and she stood still.
There were large drops of water constantly hitting her face as we looked at each other. "You were not teasing, were you?" I asked her. She simple shook her head. "You want me to..." this time she nodded, her hands gripping mine very tightly. "Milla..." I breathed softly. "My love." And then we kissed. For the first time. The contrast of her hot body and cool rain was heady, but soon all of that vanished as I abandoned myself in a kiss I've been wanting to have for twenty years.
I felt her entire body pressed against mine, as if we wanted nothing more than to just meld together. But we did want something more. Trying to make up for twenty years of waiting, the first hesitant steps of our kiss turned into a full run, into the deep connection that I had been yearning for. Her breasts were squashed against my chest as my cock came to life between our legs.
When I reached lower on her back and cupped her small ass in my opened hands, pulling her hard against me, we both moaned through our kiss. I flexed the muscles of my hardening cock and felt it burrow deeper against her pussy. We kept kissing through this intense hug, her breasts and my cock pressed against the other's body.
At one point Milla slipped her arms above my shoulders, opening her body to me even more. She then wrapped those arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms. When her legs wrapped around my waist, I felt her pussy opening up to me. The pussy I had dreamed about so often. A few seconds of twisting and finding the correct angle later and my cock finally slipped inside her. Easily. Without any sort of resistance at all. When her pussy stretched around the thick base of my cock, her clit pressed against the firm skin over my pubic bone, she squeezed her entire body tightly around me. "Finally..." I breathed.
"Yes!" she cried into my ear. "You were not the only one fantasizing about this..." she said, gasping as I flexed my cock inside her.
"What?" I asked, too daze to really understand.
"Bad timing, my love... Bad timing," she whispered before lifting herself up and slightly away from me.
When she let herself fall back down, we both cried out as I filled once again. Talking time was over. The last thing she whispered was "Take me..." Without even thinking about it, I walked us over to the fence and pushed her hard against it. I shifted my grip on her body, sliding my hands fully onto her round ass and began to fuck her. Years of daydreams, fantasies and hopes flooded through my mind as I slowly began to accept that I was, truly, finally, fucking Milla. And not just because of a drunken mistake on her part or a friends with benefits thing. Oh no. She had asked me to call her "my love".
And now she was wrapped around me, her head buried against my neck, kissing me as she moaned. I felt her heels pressing hard against my ass with each of my strokes, pulling me harder into her. "Gods!" she suddenly moaned, breathless. "I wish I had felt that way for you all those years ago... So many years wasted with—"
"Shhhh..." I interrupted her. I stopped moving inside her and just held her tight for a moment. "Later, my love. We'll have more than enough time to talk about all of this. Right now all I want to do is call you "my love", want to tell you that I love you, want to hold you in my arms and fuck you until you scream your climax!"
My voice had turned hoarse with lust as I finished and she squeezed herself even harder around me. "It won't take long, love..." she said. Grinning against the side of her head, I whispered "If you let me go just a bit, I'll make it worth your while..." She giggled and released her arms slightly. And, like a greyhound around a track I abandoned myself to my lust. And it seemed to do the trick. Some women liked it soft and slow, others only cared about a constant rhythm, other couldn't climax without having a tongue or fingers on their clit. And some women just wanted raw intensity. I was beginning to discover that Milla was one such woman.
Her body arched against mine as I began fucking her again. Her head tilted back, the heavy rain fell on her beautiful face as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Just below, her breasts bounced in sync with my thrusts, her drenched nipples tracing crazy circles. I walked back more and more, holding her weight with my arms as I watched, transfixed, as she climaxed.
By the time her first scream tore through the night, only her shoulders and head were touching the fence. She suddenly pulled one of her legs from around my waist and I quickly understood. Soon after that, the back of her thighs were pressed against my belly and her ankles were hooked over my shoulders. This low angle allowed me to pummel her as hard as I could. I was afraid of hurting her, but Milla kept moaning and screaming louder and louder. My eyes opened wide as I began to see traces of vapor coming from her body.
Eventually she froze, her back arched hard against me and the fence, and she slowly twisted sideways. Her body was contorted by all the pleasure as her climax rocked her from head to toe. She eventually cried one last time before jumping off of me in a great spasm. She was now standing in front of me. Her legs were trembling and she had to hold my arms to remain standing, but her eyes were bright with love and lust. We were both breathing hard as we stared into each other's eyes.
Soon she looked down and a half-smile appeared on her lips. "So that's the amazing cock that so quickly gave me this orgasm..." Looking up, she added "It's my turn now." And with that, she knelt in front of me and grabbed my cock in one of her fists. For a few minutes, her kisses, licks, teases and all her gentle rubbing was driving me crazy. But when she opened her mouth and took me into her mouth, I was just about ready to die. Looking down at the woman who had haunted me for so many years, my mind was still reeling. Her hair was plastered onto her head and the light was harsh on her wet body, but she looked like the most beautiful creature that has ever existed.
And she was a goddess around my cock. Oh my Gods! I have been with a few gifted girls and women in my life, but this... This was just impossible! I had already been on the verge of climaxing earlier, so I knew I was not going to last long. "Milla..." I grunted. She simply mumbled something I could understand and kept working on me just as hard as I worked on her a few minutes ago.
She was creating a symphony of suction, licking and kissing, she played with her lips as well as the back of her mouth, she even used her teeth a few times to bring me back from the brink, she often looked up into my eyes and she managed to smile as she did all that... When it came, I was briefly afraid of the intensity of my climax. I placed one of my hands on the fence and the other on her head, and soon it was my own legs that were shaking. I felt the boiling of my sperm, its rush through my cock until it sprayed deep inside her mouth. She never slowed down or hesitated. Instead, Milla kept working her magic as I came and came inside her magical mouth. I felt her swallowing a first load, then a second and a third.
When it became too much, I pulled out of her mouth and saw my cock twitching in the cool air. Milla was still kneeling in front of me, looking up with a grin. I saw her licking her lips and swallowing one last time as she stared into my eyes. She then slowly stood up again. I was breathing hard, shaken by my climax, and she pulled me into her arms again. Less than ten breaths later, she suddenly said "Race you to your pool!" before breaking into a run.
Stunned, I laughed and soon I was running after her. The last thing I wanted to do was to jump into the cold pool, but there was no way I was not about to follow her. I watched her vault over the side of the pool and splash in. Instead of doing the same, I ran up the steps to the deck. Without stopping, I jumped into the pool as high as I could before pulling my knees against my body to create a massive splash. By the time I emerged from the water, shaking my head and crying out because of the cold, Milla was laughing, making her way towards me.
When she felt my deflated cock against her belly, she said "Oh... already gone?"
"Well, yes... After such an amazing... er..." I began.
"Blowjob?" she asked me, her eyebrows raised high. "Don't worry about it..." she laughed again. "We'll have it back up soon enough."
With that, she kissed me again. We had gone from the cool rain, to a couple of hot climaxes, and we were now kissing in the very cold water. It was absolutely exhilarating. I had no idea where this was going to lead in the long term, but I was all in.
In the shot term, it had led us to my bed. I was now looking up through her thin blonde bush as I feasted on her pussy. I did my best to return the favor of her wonderful blowjob. So far it seemed to be working. Milla had already climaxed once all over my face. Grinning and panting, she had asked me if I was willing to continue. Laughing, I had kissed her pussy and went back to work.
Most of my face was now covered with her juices as I lapped it all up. For the first time in my life, I was now eating a pussy that actually tasted good to me. I had both my hands under her legs, right at the edge of her ass, and I guided her, forcing her to alternately close and open her thighs. When she clamped those soft thighs around my head for a second time, I knew she was about to climax.
This time, she arched even higher than the first time and my head followed her body far off the mattress. She cried my name ten times in a row as her voice got progressively hoarser. Eventually she opened her thighs and fell back down to the bed, her legs quivering. Kneeling on the bed I watched her, in awe of all that revealed beauty. The beauty of her body, of course, but also of that ultimate surrender, of that utter vulnerability. She had allowed herself to go far into that climax... I was profoundly grateful to see how at ease she seemed. She was shaking and moaning in a bed she had never been in, letting me see her even more naked than her mere lack of clothing.
I was now standing at the foot of the bed, watching Milla as she stared right back at me. Her smile took my breath away. But I could see in her eyes that she wasn't done with me. Thankfully, given my cock's painful hardness. Without a word she turned on her stomach. I watched, with a hunger that had yet to be sated, her pert little ass on my bed. I growled as I licked some of her juices off my face. "Like what you see?" she asked, not even turning to look at me. I did. She had an amazing ass. The way all the curves on her legs harmoniously fitted together... The small ones from her calves, those of her thighs and the two more pronounced ones from her buttocks... I just grunted. Milla said "Well then, come and fuck me, my love..."
It was already obvious that those two little words were going to stick. I climbed on the bed, walked on all fours above her, kissing and licking my way up her thin legs. When I paused for a long time over her ass, kissing closer and closer towards the deep cleft, I wondered how she'd react if I were to bury my face in there. From behind. Another time. Tomorrow maybe?
I reluctantly moved away from her ass and upwards again until my cock touched the sweet apple line of her left buttock. I shifted slightly to my right and the tip of my cock found the hot wetness of her pussy. Once again. I found her opening and slid all the way in, crushing her buttocks to go as deep as I could. "Gods!" she breathed as we both felt my cock reaching her cervix. I slid one of my hands under her body and cupped her breast. With my other hand I gathered her long blonde hair into my fist and pulled slightly.
"Are you ready?" I growled again.
"Fuck me! I'm all yours. Only yours from now on."
Despite the lust, despite the surprising intensity of our sexual hunger for one another, my eyes opened wide as I heard her saying those words. I pulled back slowly before pushing my cock all the way back in. As I bit her neck, tasted the sweat on her cheek or kissed her lips, I kept fucking her hard. Much slower than earlier on the fence, but with an unwavering tempo and unforgiving strength. Her breath was being forced out of her lungs every time I bottomed out and she gasped every time I pulled back off. Yet her moans kept growing and growing.
Soon I was just fucking her like an out of controlled machine, driving her into my bed with a passion I had never felt before. She was the first to scream her climax, but my own was not far behind. I probably didn't cum a huge load inside her that first night. I had already given her most of what I could during the blowjob. But feeling those spurts of my sperm rushing inside Milla's pussy? It was the cherry on top of that unbelievable evening.
As we hugged after this shared climax, neither of us talking but both grinning from ear to ear, I kept hearing her words "Only yours from now on." And my grin widened. I had been pretty sure that this wasn't just a one night stand. I knew her enough to know that she wouldn't come here just for quick sex. But those words... They blew me away. Was I really going to wake up next to her, in my bed, tomorrow morning? Yes I was. Yes I was.
*****
As I saw my house through the trees, I sighed nervously. I then shook my head with a slightly nervous smile. I shouldn't be so nervous. Really not, damn it! After all, I was only expecting an old friend, someone I loved with whom I had no tensions or any issues whatsoever. I took a deep breath and sighed again as I climbed up the stairs and walked in. I was glad to be back before the rain came.
The house was clean and well maintained, not at all like the stereotypical bachelor house. I have been single for almost a year now, after having lived two years with my girlfriend in this very house. Because I had built the house by myself and the fact that we weren't married, I got to keep it. But when Jodie and I separated, it had suddenly begun feeling too big and empty for me. Still felt that way most of the time.
Looking through the patio doors at the back yard, I could see the hot tub, the pool, the shed, my two bikes and the forest's edge. I had been lucky when I bought the lot. There had been a lot of price inflation on it based on rumors of further development into the forest. But when those plans fell through, the value of all the lots on this street tanked. I bought three of them and built my house on the middle one. I was thus free from immediate neighbours and enjoyed relative peace and quiet. Especially with the high fences. Jodie and I had both enjoyed our privacy. In fact—
My train of thought was cut short when I heard the door bell ringing. Milla. She was here. I was suddenly breathing faster as I walked to the door, cursing my nervousness again. I saw her slim silhouette through the frosted glass and took one last breath as I opened the door. She looked up and smiled at me and I felt my heart thumping hard in my chest. Gods she was gorgeous!
I smiled at her as she walked in. She was wearing a white summer dress, quite thin and short and most of all breathtaking. Before I could take a good look at her though, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard. In her peculiar French accent, she simply said "Hello old friend." As I closed my arms around her, the rain finally began pouring down behind her. Briefly I wondered what she would look like right now, in that delicate white dress, had she been drenched on the way from her car to my door.
I tried to clear my head. I hadn't seen her in a very long time and I knew that she wasn't doing so well. Nevertheless I was a man, I had been single for a year and she really was a very beautiful woman. She could still take my breath away even though neither of us were really young anymore. As this delicious hug lengthened, I though back at how our lives had brought us both here, right now, to this warm hug.
I first met her back in my first year of college, a sprightly French literature major, a stunningly beautiful and sexy girl who had already known exactly how beautiful and sexy she was. She had lots of men wrapped around her little finger, as she'd had all of her life since. As soon as I saw her I knew both that I wanted her and that I had no chance. For one thing she was already in a relationship and for another, she had what I teasingly called a gaggle of fawning guys around her.
I still remember how she had laughed the first time I had used that phrase while talking to her. One day, after having met her only a couple of times, I we accidentally found ourselves in the same cafe one afternoon. For some mysterious reason she was sitting alone. And for some even more mysterious reason she decided to invite me to sit with her. We ended up spending three hours there together. I still remember how pleased I felt when she laughed full throated at the "gaggle" analogy.
Even though we never hooked up, not even once in twenty years, I had the unique chance of developing a very deep friendship with her. How did our friendship manage to survive my hidden love and lust? It didn't. In the sense that it didn't have to. I think I told her that was madly in love with her the next time we met after that afternoon. Just to clear the air. She was briefly annoyed at my raw proclamation, used as she was to having men just blurt out that they wanna fuck her. But she became puzzled as I immediately told her that I didn't want to fuck her, or try anything, or even be in a relationship with her.
That took her by surprise and led, once more, to another hours long conversation. By the time we moved on to another subject, she had a half smile on her lips, still surprised but convinced that I was just being honest. Over the following years, most of the people that knew us both, that saw us talking to each other for hours during parties, at coffee shops, or saw us watching movies alone together, were convinced that we had secretly had sex, or at least kissed. But we hadn't.
At one point though I was sure that I things could happen. Ever since I've known her, she had been in what I thought was an awful relationship with an abusive boyfriend. Psychologically abusive, mainly. I never learned if he ever hit her. But the psychological persecution could get really bad for long periods of time. About a year into our friendship, she broke it off. Finally! But any hopes I might have had were dashed when she ended up in the arms and bed of one of my friends, Alec. Not a very close friend, but still. It lasted about three weeks. Three weeks before she went back to her abusive boyfriend.
I admit that I have been angry through those three weeks... and many more afterwards. My pride had been hurt, and I had then been sorely disappointed by her decision to go back to that monster. The worse part of that was that I knew we wouldn't make a long lasting couple. Great friends, yes, but not a great couple. Too different. That's why even though I loved her, I wasn't really pining for her. That made my frustration even more... well, infuriating!
After a few months though, our friendship grew again for many years. Later we both moved away from the town where we had studied and met and eventually lost touch with each other. Through those years, I've had my fair share of girlfriends, one with whom I spent 7 years of my life. I was with that remarkable woman when Milla finally broke it off with her boyfriend once and for all. When she called me, in tears, our friendship and intimacy bloomed back to life despite the few years of drought. I spent quite a lot of time on the phone, on the chat or in person with Milla to help her through the break-up and the painful realization that she had spent all those years with such an awful man. It had dramatically hurt her self-esteem.
Eventually, she chose another man from her gaggle. A much better man. The year after that it was my turn to become single again and I cursed the damn bad timing. Not that I thought that Milla was interested in me in a romantic way, but well, you never know! And even though I still believed that we wouldn't make a great couple, I was still in love with her... While she was with that man, I met Jodie, fell in love, lived two years with her before our relationship fell apart. Milla helped me through that separation all the while her own relationship waned.
A few months later it was over for her as well and it was my turn to be there for her as she cried through her breakup. Once again we spent hours on the phone together over the course of many months. I invited her to come and spend time at my house instead of camping on the couches of her many girl friends. She never agreed. I was puzzled about that. I was sure that she wasn't afraid that I would make a move. After twenty years, our relationship was firmly in the friendship category.
Even my damned mistake didn't have any negative consequences. I usually used the phrase "my dear" when I wrote to her. Either on emails of chats or even on plain old paper. She did as well. But one time, as her relationship with her last boyfriend was beginning to crack at the seams, I accidentally wrote "my love". I immediately apologized for the mistake, but she didn't seem to mind. She wrote back "Don't worry about it. I call one of my friends "my love" from time to time anyways..."
"A girl friend?" I wrote back.
"Yes."
"But that's not the same thing between a man and a woman..." I wrote.
"Yes. You're right. But I don't mind, really."
I remember relaxing after reading this, but I never called her "my love" anyway. It just felt strange. I did love her, and she knew I did, but still... I had told her that I loved her a few times by email during the darkest moments of this last breakup, but it wasn't something that I said often or lightly. And I had always said it in a non-romantic way. A quick and casual "My love" somehow felt completely different than selecting a truly appropriate moment for a real "I love you".
Also, at that time, she was still months away from a clean separation. I just remember thinking how bad it could have turned if she had taken it the wrong way, as if I was trying to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. But thankfully she knew I wasn't the sort of man to prey on broken-hearted women. Then again, the nonchalant way with which she had moved on to another subject had, somehow, stung. As if the possibility of the two of us hooking up was just negligible.
Today, on my porch, as our very long hug ended, I could see that she wasn't heartbroken anymore. Sure she was still saddened by the fact that her boyfriend had finally left her (a new experience for her), but her smile didn't seem forced. She looked around at my house as she walked to the kitchen and complimented me. She had seen it years ago, but back then it was nowhere near as nice as it was now. As she noticed the new additions, I, on the other hand, noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra under her summer dress. Sometimes the side of her breasts peaked out from the gap under her arm.
Again, I shook my head, trying to clear those naughty thoughts away. We sat in the living room, across from each other, and my eyes glanced at her thighs every time she crossed her legs. Damn it! All of my life I had been attracted to voluptuous women. Women with curves in the right places. But even though I had always found Milla beautiful, she wasn't voluptuous at all.
Instead, she was built on the frame of cat. Very delicate and average height, with smallish breasts and slight hips. She did have a nice ass though. Her bright blue eyes and equally bright blond hair were like sapphires and a crown on her slim body. Even now, on the edge of our 40th birthdays, she looked pretty much as she did when I met her. Gracile, lissome and completely at ease in her body.
Our conversation soon turned to our shared memories. Because it's been years since she split up from her abusive boyfriend, we could talk about him and the incredible house they had bought together in Carishdale. And old country house with a huge piece of land around it including a lake. A lake where I learned, the first time I had gone there, that she and her boyfriend were into nudism. I learned that fact as she carelessly undressed in front of me before jumping in their lake. Her boyfriend was right there next to us, undressing as well.
Before that moment, we had never spoken about nudism. But as my head was spinning from seeing Milla naked right next to me, I undressed as well and joined them in the lake. Her boyfriend had many faults, but jealousy wasn't one of them. It had shocked me to learn that fact, but it made sense when you realized how highly he regarded himself. Absolute narcissism. Well... I wasn't about to complain, especially since it allowed me to spend long summer afternoons naked with Milla. Even when he wasn't there! I still savored those memories of summers long gone, talking with her on the small dock while we were both perfectly nude.
Looking at her right now on my couch, fifteen years after our last such summer day, I smiled and said "So... What are your thoughts on nudism?" Milla laughed, that sweet, intoxicating laugh. For a very slight woman, she had a delightfully low and rich laughter. She was laughing because she knew I was teasing her. Contrary to her abusive boyfriend, her latest one had been horrified by the thought of nudism, and especially of other men seeing Milla naked. It wasn't the first time I had teased her about it. "Have your position shifted in any way recently?" I asked, knowing I was taking a risk by indirectly mentioning her break-up.
But Milla seemed perfectly at ease as she replied "Well, my dear, they have changed indeed!"
"You don't say!" I replied.
Milla threw the cushion that was next to her at my face as we laughed. Until hooking up with her last boyfriend, she had been an adamant proponent of nudism, insisting that our society was too prudish and stuck up. But then her tune changed while she had been with him. "Yes..." she now said. "I've come to see the error of my ways," she added in an exaggeratedly stately voice. She punctuated her sentence with a wink and a bright smile. We stared at each other for a while and, to my surprise, she was the one to look away first.
As the hours sped by and the rain came and went, we talked about many things. She opened up about her break-up and while she cried a little, it was obvious that she was now ready to move on. By the time the sun briefly appeared, we were sitting next to one another on the same couch, her knee casually pressed against my thigh. Clearly, even after years of not seeing each other in the flesh, we were still very comfortable with one another.
Milla suddenly got up and walked to the patio door and looked at the back yard. The light hitting her from this angle made her dress slightly transparent. I took a deep breath. "Gods!" she cried. "That's a little piece of paradise you have here! It kind'a reminds me of my first home, in Carishdale."
"Yeah, in much smaller!" I replied.
"It's not the size that counts, but what you—" Milla suddenly stopped as we laughed at her unintentional pun. With her hand on my arm, she said "You know what I mean, you naughty man!"
"Yes. And I do admit that I did think about that house of yours as I designed the backyard."
We walked outside, our bare feet on the warm wet ground. "Oooh... That hot tub seems really nice!" she said.
I looked at her for a moment and said "Wanna hop in?"
"Right now?" Milla looked at me. "But I don't have my bathing suit." She looked perfectly innocent.
I grinned "Aren't you once more a firm believer in nudism?"
"Right here, with you?" To my surprise, she genuinely seemed hesitant. "I was teasing you about nudism earlier... It's been years since I've..."
"Oh come, come, Milla. Don't go all prudish on me now!"
"It's not that..." she blushed slightly. "I'm older now... And I'm sure you still have the image of 20 year old me in your mind and well... I'm not like—"
I frowned, really surprised. I turned to face her, grabbed her shoulders in my hands and said "Stop right there, my dear friend. Those excuses just won't work. You're still as beautiful as you were... It's not as if that dress hid much of your body anyway." I paused and looked into her eyes for a moment. "If you don't want to, it's quite alright, I don't wanna force you. But please, don't give me that! Even had you become ugly over the years, it would still be a pleasure to share such an intimate moment with you."
"Really?" she asked.
"Of course! Do you think I enjoyed those nude afternoons with you only because I enjoyed looking at your body?" I asked.
"Well... I don't know..." she mumbled.
"Ok. Let me put it this way." I said. "I knew, back then, that you would have been at ease being nude in a big group of other nude people. Right?"
"Of course," she replied, unsure of where I was going with this.
"Now. Would you have been equally at ease all alone with a man your age that had previously confessed to having feelings for you?"
"No... Of course not," she replied quickly.
"But that was me, my dear."
"Oh. I see."
"It always was a privilege for me to be naked alone with you," I said. "And for more reasons than to just look at the prettiest girl in school."
After a brief pause, Milla placed her hands on my arms as I still held her bare shoulders. "Do you still..." she stopped, not finishing her question. After a long pause, she added "I don't think I've ever figured you out, my friend."
"Of course not!" I replied playfully. "I'm a wonder and a mystery, always have been!"
Milla giggled at an old joke.
Honestly though, I wasn't sure I understood what she meant by not figuring me out. Despite the joke, I had never kept a single secret from her in my whole life. She knew I loved her and desired her, she knew all of my worst mistakes in life and love. Instead of keeping my bewilderment to myself, I asked her "What do you mean, Milla, by not having figured me out."
As she stared back at me, taking a few seconds before answering, she slid her hands towards my hands and grabbed them. As they now hung between us, she squeezed them and said "I think you're the only man I can't really read, my friend."
"What? You're joking!" I said, taken by surprise.
"Not at all. Thankfully, you're very honest, brutally so from time to time," she said, a pensive look on her face. "It won't surprise you to hear that I can usually figure out men very quickly. I can figure out what they want and how to... well..." she blushed and looked away briefly. "And to manipulate them if I want to." After another pause, she added "But not you. If you hadn't told me that you loved me all those years ago, I probably would never have figured it out. I would have simply believed that all you wanted was my friendship."
For some reason my heart was beating faster suddenly, as I held her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. I was flabbergasted. I thought I had been as obvious as a flashing neon sign. "I'm having a hard time believing you." I whispered.
"I'm very serious," she said. "In fact... Oh gods... I'm not sure I should be telling you this." She took a deep breath and continued. "Do you remember when I took a three weeks break from the monster (a nickname she had adopted after her break-up)?"
I nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "Yes, I do remember," I said, aware that this had been the most painful part of my friendship with her.
"And I went with Alec..." Judging by her voice, this was clearly difficult for her. But she still held my hands firmly in hers.
"Yes, I remember that as well," I croaked.
"Do you know why I didn't choose you?" she asked, her bright eyes locked onto mine.
All I could do was shake my head. My heart was now racing and I was pretty sure that I was shaking. "Well, it's because I wasn't sure that you'd be interested."
I was floored. I stopped breathing. "Me, not interested?"
Before I could think of something else to say, Milla continued. "Yes. Remeber, dear friend... You told me many times that even thought you... you had feelings for me, you didn't think we'd make a good couple." She took a deep breath before continuing. "In any case, I meant interested in what I needed at that time. Alec was just a rebound, nothing that could have become serious. And it was just what I needed at that point. I was pissed at the monster, I was in a bad spot with regards to guys, and I just wanted to vent this anger. I'm sure Alec still feels used..." She took a deep breath and added "I'm not proud of what I made him go through, emotionally." She blushed and swallowed before continuing "And I wasn't sure if our friendship would survive such a... such an angry and misguided turn into the sexual."
We stared at each other as the silence lengthened. I couldn't make sense of the storm of emotions that was raging in my head. I could see that it was a painful admission for her though. "Why am I telling you this, again?" A brief smile followed that comment. "Oh, right. Not figuring you out."
As she paused once more, I was shaken both by what she was telling me and by the evening sun hitting her face. Her eyes were just slightly wet, glistening in the golden hour light. She looked like a magical creature. "But after being with Alec, I could see... or at least guess, that you were angry with me. But even that wasn't clear."
We had never talked about this period. Ever. I took a breath and said "I didn't want you to see it."
"But I usually see such things regardless. And I would have liked to see it," she told me.
"Why?"
"Because I could have apologized." I was stunned. "I'm very sorry about that, my friend." Her eyes were brimming now and she held my hands very firmly. "It became clearer to me much later and I understood that I hurt you. And you were the only person I didn't want to hurt back then."
"But it was your life, you could have—"
She interrupted me. "I could have chosen someone who was not your friend!" She swore, her face completely red. "I was so messed up back then... I'm so sorry," as she apologized a tear slid down her cheek. "Some part of me knew the monster was a man I should have run from. I was looking for convoluted ways to rationalize staying with him and I ended up utterly confused, my feelings all jumbled up." Another tear.
I pulled her into my arms. Those few months had indeed been painful for me, but twenty years later, the warmth I felt as she apologized seemed to make up for it. I was glad to see that she wasn't really crying. Just a couple of tears that overflowed. Against my chest, she was now calm as she repeated that she was sorry. "Shhh," I said. "It's alright. I accept your apology. To make up for it, I want you to promise me one thing."
"What?" she asked as she pulled away from me to look into my eyes.
"Don't ever feel ashamed of what you are with me. That means what you did or think or feel, but also..." I then added, a half-smile on my lips "of your body when I invite you to a hot tub."
Milla giggled and nodded. And took the deep breath that she had clearly needed. "Alright,"she said. As she smiled, she added "Ok then..." She then pushed the two strings of her dress off of her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor silently and in a second Milla was standing naked next to me. For the first time in years.
Unable to resist, I let my eyes scan her body from head to toe. She was pretty much as I remembered her. Slim, delicate and nevertheless oh so sexy. Right in front of me, shaking her head, Milla said "You know you're not supposed to look at women this way in nudist situations!"
A few seconds later, when my eyes met hers once more, I whispered "You're absolutely gorgeous, dear friend."
Now she was laughing again as she said "You know you're not supposed to say such things in nudist situations!"
"I know." She had, in fact, initiated me to the peculiar etiquette of nudism. Yet I placed my hands on her shoulders again, an even more intimate act, now that she was naked. I repeated "You're absolutely gorgeous." I was staring right into her eyes and saw that she was blushing. But the good kind of blushing this time. "I don't care about nudist etiquette with you," I added. "My best friend is still as amazingly beautiful and sexy as she was when I met her, and I'm confident enough to compliment her. Do you mind?"
"Certainly not!" she answered, suddenly giggling as she pushed me out of the way before entering the tub.
A few minutes later we were both in the hot water, the bubbly jets doing their magic on our bodies. Because the water wasn't too hot, we remained there for a couple of hours, taking brief dips in the pool to cool down. During every trip between the tub and the pool my eyes were devouring her body. Milla was perfectly aware that I was doing it and didn't seem to mind at all.
As the last light of the sun finally disappeared the few soft solar lights I had installed turned on. It changed the mood, especially with the heavy clouds coming back. Earlier that evening we had seen lightning at the horizon, but so far we had been lucky. There wasn't any thunder now, but it became clear that there would soon be rain.
After a few minutes in easy silence, I looked at Milla and asked "So how many men in your gaggle these days?"
"Shut up!" she cried, grinning as she splashed water at me. "I don't have a gaggle anymore!"
"Oh come on!" I felt mischievous and wanted to tease her. "I can now confirm that you're as beautiful as you were, sexy as you were—"
"Yes, I've noticed that you really made sure to check and confirm all evening long!" she interrupted me, putting a funny emphasis on the word confirm.
I cleared my throat before continuing "As I was saying, beautiful," I counted by touching my index finger. "Sexy, undeniably," I touched my middle finger. "A professor with loads of money!" Milla snorted as I touched my ringless ring-finger. "And finally the killer combo, blonde with blue eyes!" I finished, touching my pinky and thumb. "And so I ask again. How many men in your gaggle these days, my dear?"
Milla was frowning, but her slight smile gave her away. But suddenly her eyes opened wider as if she had figured something out. "Whew!" she said, theatrically wiping her brow with her hand. "For a moment there I thought that you would call me my love!"
My own eyes suddenly opened wider, in surprise. I laughed out loud before saying "Oh, you damned tease!"
"Tease?" she cried, laughing. "You were the tease!"
"Pffff!" I breathed, unsure of what she meant by that. "You're the one who's walking around like a damned water nymph, oozing beauty in my backyard."
Milla laughed and shoved water at my face. We splashed each other like little children for a while, before settling down into another comfortable silence. As I looked at her now, her head resting with her eyes closed and a small smile still on her lips, I almost told her how beautiful she was. Again. I don't know how many times I did since she arrived.
Milla opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me. As she did, the hot tub pumps stopped, their 20 minutes cycle over. In the deep silence, we stared at each other. With bright smiles at first, then, as they faded, just raw intensity. I became gradually more and more nervous as we just stared at each other. At one point Milla licked her lips and whispered "Would you be willing to call me "my love" now?"
I was surprised that she would be teasing me again, but I replied, lightly "It would be my pleasure."
But then I see her expression change and I understand that it meant more. A lot more. And she wasn't teasing. She was nervous. My mouth opened slightly but I couldn't talk. Once again my heart was racing even as my head wasn't able to fully understand what she had meant. I sat straighter, my eyes still locked onto hers. I was so nervous that I would only learn later that she was trembling as much as I was. "What..." I began, fumbling with words. "Are you... Do you mean..."
As I was just beginning to get some control over my speech, the rain began to fall. A few heavy drops dropping like bombs in the water. And then, a few seconds later, it turned into a torrent of rain. Despite the loaded moment, we both began laughing at this legitimate assault of water. Breathing fast, Milla looked at me and said "Come with me, let's dance in the rain!" And with that she climbed out and ran deeper in the backyard, close to a light.
As I walked to join her, my heart was racing. With the pouring rain falling on her, her drenched blond locks twisting and twirling as she danced, she now truly looked like a magical creature. Before reaching her I whispered, too low for her to hear, "You're gorgeous, my love." I was now standing next to her, but I was too nervous to want to dance. I grabbed her hands in mine and she stood still.
There were large drops of water constantly hitting her face as we looked at each other. "You were not teasing, were you?" I asked her. She simple shook her head. "You want me to..." this time she nodded, her hands gripping mine very tightly. "Milla..." I breathed softly. "My love." And then we kissed. For the first time. The contrast of her hot body and cool rain was heady, but soon all of that vanished as I abandoned myself in a kiss I've been wanting to have for twenty years.
I felt her entire body pressed against mine, as if we wanted nothing more than to just meld together. But we did want something more. Trying to make up for twenty years of waiting, the first hesitant steps of our kiss turned into a full run, into the deep connection that I had been yearning for. Her breasts were squashed against my chest as my cock came to life between our legs.
When I reached lower on her back and cupped her small ass in my opened hands, pulling her hard against me, we both moaned through our kiss. I flexed the muscles of my hardening cock and felt it burrow deeper against her pussy. We kept kissing through this intense hug, her breasts and my cock pressed against the other's body.
At one point Milla slipped her arms above my shoulders, opening her body to me even more. She then wrapped those arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms. When her legs wrapped around my waist, I felt her pussy opening up to me. The pussy I had dreamed about so often. A few seconds of twisting and finding the correct angle later and my cock finally slipped inside her. Easily. Without any sort of resistance at all. When her pussy stretched around the thick base of my cock, her clit pressed against the firm skin over my pubic bone, she squeezed her entire body tightly around me. "Finally..." I breathed.
"Yes!" she cried into my ear. "You were not the only one fantasizing about this..." she said, gasping as I flexed my cock inside her.
"What?" I asked, too daze to really understand.
"Bad timing, my love... Bad timing," she whispered before lifting herself up and slightly away from me.
When she let herself fall back down, we both cried out as I filled once again. Talking time was over. The last thing she whispered was "Take me..." Without even thinking about it, I walked us over to the fence and pushed her hard against it. I shifted my grip on her body, sliding my hands fully onto her round ass and began to fuck her. Years of daydreams, fantasies and hopes flooded through my mind as I slowly began to accept that I was, truly, finally, fucking Milla. And not just because of a drunken mistake on her part or a friends with benefits thing. Oh no. She had asked me to call her "my love".
And now she was wrapped around me, her head buried against my neck, kissing me as she moaned. I felt her heels pressing hard against my ass with each of my strokes, pulling me harder into her. "Gods!" she suddenly moaned, breathless. "I wish I had felt that way for you all those years ago... So many years wasted with—"
"Shhhh..." I interrupted her. I stopped moving inside her and just held her tight for a moment. "Later, my love. We'll have more than enough time to talk about all of this. Right now all I want to do is call you "my love", want to tell you that I love you, want to hold you in my arms and fuck you until you scream your climax!"
My voice had turned hoarse with lust as I finished and she squeezed herself even harder around me. "It won't take long, love..." she said. Grinning against the side of her head, I whispered "If you let me go just a bit, I'll make it worth your while..." She giggled and released her arms slightly. And, like a greyhound around a track I abandoned myself to my lust. And it seemed to do the trick. Some women liked it soft and slow, others only cared about a constant rhythm, other couldn't climax without having a tongue or fingers on their clit. And some women just wanted raw intensity. I was beginning to discover that Milla was one such woman.
Her body arched against mine as I began fucking her again. Her head tilted back, the heavy rain fell on her beautiful face as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Just below, her breasts bounced in sync with my thrusts, her drenched nipples tracing crazy circles. I walked back more and more, holding her weight with my arms as I watched, transfixed, as she climaxed.
By the time her first scream tore through the night, only her shoulders and head were touching the fence. She suddenly pulled one of her legs from around my waist and I quickly understood. Soon after that, the back of her thighs were pressed against my belly and her ankles were hooked over my shoulders. This low angle allowed me to pummel her as hard as I could. I was afraid of hurting her, but Milla kept moaning and screaming louder and louder. My eyes opened wide as I began to see traces of vapor coming from her body.
Eventually she froze, her back arched hard against me and the fence, and she slowly twisted sideways. Her body was contorted by all the pleasure as her climax rocked her from head to toe. She eventually cried one last time before jumping off of me in a great spasm. She was now standing in front of me. Her legs were trembling and she had to hold my arms to remain standing, but her eyes were bright with love and lust. We were both breathing hard as we stared into each other's eyes.
Soon she looked down and a half-smile appeared on her lips. "So that's the amazing cock that so quickly gave me this orgasm..." Looking up, she added "It's my turn now." And with that, she knelt in front of me and grabbed my cock in one of her fists. For a few minutes, her kisses, licks, teases and all her gentle rubbing was driving me crazy. But when she opened her mouth and took me into her mouth, I was just about ready to die. Looking down at the woman who had haunted me for so many years, my mind was still reeling. Her hair was plastered onto her head and the light was harsh on her wet body, but she looked like the most beautiful creature that has ever existed.
And she was a goddess around my cock. Oh my Gods! I have been with a few gifted girls and women in my life, but this... This was just impossible! I had already been on the verge of climaxing earlier, so I knew I was not going to last long. "Milla..." I grunted. She simply mumbled something I could understand and kept working on me just as hard as I worked on her a few minutes ago.
She was creating a symphony of suction, licking and kissing, she played with her lips as well as the back of her mouth, she even used her teeth a few times to bring me back from the brink, she often looked up into my eyes and she managed to smile as she did all that... When it came, I was briefly afraid of the intensity of my climax. I placed one of my hands on the fence and the other on her head, and soon it was my own legs that were shaking. I felt the boiling of my sperm, its rush through my cock until it sprayed deep inside her mouth. She never slowed down or hesitated. Instead, Milla kept working her magic as I came and came inside her magical mouth. I felt her swallowing a first load, then a second and a third.
When it became too much, I pulled out of her mouth and saw my cock twitching in the cool air. Milla was still kneeling in front of me, looking up with a grin. I saw her licking her lips and swallowing one last time as she stared into my eyes. She then slowly stood up again. I was breathing hard, shaken by my climax, and she pulled me into her arms again. Less than ten breaths later, she suddenly said "Race you to your pool!" before breaking into a run.
Stunned, I laughed and soon I was running after her. The last thing I wanted to do was to jump into the cold pool, but there was no way I was not about to follow her. I watched her vault over the side of the pool and splash in. Instead of doing the same, I ran up the steps to the deck. Without stopping, I jumped into the pool as high as I could before pulling my knees against my body to create a massive splash. By the time I emerged from the water, shaking my head and crying out because of the cold, Milla was laughing, making her way towards me.
When she felt my deflated cock against her belly, she said "Oh... already gone?"
"Well, yes... After such an amazing... er..." I began.
"Blowjob?" she asked me, her eyebrows raised high. "Don't worry about it..." she laughed again. "We'll have it back up soon enough."
With that, she kissed me again. We had gone from the cool rain, to a couple of hot climaxes, and we were now kissing in the very cold water. It was absolutely exhilarating. I had no idea where this was going to lead in the long term, but I was all in.
In the shot term, it had led us to my bed. I was now looking up through her thin blonde bush as I feasted on her pussy. I did my best to return the favor of her wonderful blowjob. So far it seemed to be working. Milla had already climaxed once all over my face. Grinning and panting, she had asked me if I was willing to continue. Laughing, I had kissed her pussy and went back to work.
Most of my face was now covered with her juices as I lapped it all up. For the first time in my life, I was now eating a pussy that actually tasted good to me. I had both my hands under her legs, right at the edge of her ass, and I guided her, forcing her to alternately close and open her thighs. When she clamped those soft thighs around my head for a second time, I knew she was about to climax.
This time, she arched even higher than the first time and my head followed her body far off the mattress. She cried my name ten times in a row as her voice got progressively hoarser. Eventually she opened her thighs and fell back down to the bed, her legs quivering. Kneeling on the bed I watched her, in awe of all that revealed beauty. The beauty of her body, of course, but also of that ultimate surrender, of that utter vulnerability. She had allowed herself to go far into that climax... I was profoundly grateful to see how at ease she seemed. She was shaking and moaning in a bed she had never been in, letting me see her even more naked than her mere lack of clothing.
I was now standing at the foot of the bed, watching Milla as she stared right back at me. Her smile took my breath away. But I could see in her eyes that she wasn't done with me. Thankfully, given my cock's painful hardness. Without a word she turned on her stomach. I watched, with a hunger that had yet to be sated, her pert little ass on my bed. I growled as I licked some of her juices off my face. "Like what you see?" she asked, not even turning to look at me. I did. She had an amazing ass. The way all the curves on her legs harmoniously fitted together... The small ones from her calves, those of her thighs and the two more pronounced ones from her buttocks... I just grunted. Milla said "Well then, come and fuck me, my love..."
It was already obvious that those two little words were going to stick. I climbed on the bed, walked on all fours above her, kissing and licking my way up her thin legs. When I paused for a long time over her ass, kissing closer and closer towards the deep cleft, I wondered how she'd react if I were to bury my face in there. From behind. Another time. Tomorrow maybe?
I reluctantly moved away from her ass and upwards again until my cock touched the sweet apple line of her left buttock. I shifted slightly to my right and the tip of my cock found the hot wetness of her pussy. Once again. I found her opening and slid all the way in, crushing her buttocks to go as deep as I could. "Gods!" she breathed as we both felt my cock reaching her cervix. I slid one of my hands under her body and cupped her breast. With my other hand I gathered her long blonde hair into my fist and pulled slightly.
"Are you ready?" I growled again.
"Fuck me! I'm all yours. Only yours from now on."
Despite the lust, despite the surprising intensity of our sexual hunger for one another, my eyes opened wide as I heard her saying those words. I pulled back slowly before pushing my cock all the way back in. As I bit her neck, tasted the sweat on her cheek or kissed her lips, I kept fucking her hard. Much slower than earlier on the fence, but with an unwavering tempo and unforgiving strength. Her breath was being forced out of her lungs every time I bottomed out and she gasped every time I pulled back off. Yet her moans kept growing and growing.
Soon I was just fucking her like an out of controlled machine, driving her into my bed with a passion I had never felt before. She was the first to scream her climax, but my own was not far behind. I probably didn't cum a huge load inside her that first night. I had already given her most of what I could during the blowjob. But feeling those spurts of my sperm rushing inside Milla's pussy? It was the cherry on top of that unbelievable evening.
As we hugged after this shared climax, neither of us talking but both grinning from ear to ear, I kept hearing her words "Only yours from now on." And my grin widened. I had been pretty sure that this wasn't just a one night stand. I knew her enough to know that she wouldn't come here just for quick sex. But those words... They blew me away. Was I really going to wake up next to her, in my bed, tomorrow morning? Yes I was. Yes I was.