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DAVID
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I WANT TO KNOW HOW she sees a relationship because I don’t want to scare her off.
Admittedly, it was hard to take in what she said, but I know her face when she lies, and she definitely wasn’t lying. I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it. I mean, time travel? People talk about time travel, but I never thought it was true.
Then seeing the thing she calls a phone and looking at those photos. I don’t know what to think. I just want to spend time with her and get to know her. Maybe in time, I can see where she comes from for myself and put the pieces together.
“The connection we have? This is something special, David,” she says.
I smile at that because it is special.
“What about relationships? What is normal for, say meeting someone on the first day?”
“Well, having sex on the first date isn’t uncommon where I’m from, but it’s not something I do. But I guess dating is still pretty normal if I base it on the movie Grease. Dinner, maybe a movie, and a nice walk. Maybe a kiss good night. Most couples live together before they are even engaged now. Women are independent, and it’s not looked down on for women to have one-night stands just like men.”
I nod, taking it all in. I have never heard of this movie, but she continues before I can ask.
“Being gay isn’t taboo anymore. Brian is open about it, but he just hasn’t met anyone. Many people date via dating websites now.” I must have given her a confused look because she spends the next ten minutes explaining online dating and profiles, and swiping left or right, and something called Tinder to me. I don’t think I’m a fan of the idea.
“So, what if I said I wanted to sleep just like this tonight? Fully clothed, no funny business, but just you in my bed and in my arms. Is that crossing a line?” I ask, testing the waters.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her lying next to me, I don’t think I could sleep without her. Especially if she is just across the hall. Her in my bed won’t be normal to me, but it sounds like it might be for her time.
“No, it wouldn’t be, and I’d agree, but I have a condition of my own. Please, please, please don’t make me keep dressing like this while we are here at the house. This isn’t me.”
I almost laugh and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I kiss her forehead because I can, and it feels right.
“Deal. I want to know you, the real you.”
“Okay, please ask Nancy to get sweatpants and T-shirts for me, not nightgowns. I’ve never worn a nightgown in my life. I sleep in T-shirts or sweatpants, depending on the weather. Around the house, I wear yoga pants, those black pants you saw me in when I was on my couch, and a T-shirt. And I never put this much effort into my hair, and I hardly ever wear makeup.” She is rambling, so I do the one thing I know will get her to stop. I kiss her with a smile on my lips.
I kiss her slow and lazy, exploring her mouth. It’s a short kiss, but when I pull away, all I think about is kissing her again.
I want her comfortable, but what she finds comfortable is a little odd to me. There is an appeal of seeing her in my clothes, though.
“As long as you are in one of my shirts, I don’t care,” I say because all I can see is her wearing my shirts, and I’m getting hard. Not a good situation while lying in bed with her.
“Well, some things about men never change, I guess.” She laughs.
I can’t help it. I kiss her again, just a short, soft kiss before we head downstairs and get ready for dinner. I also add the few changes Ivy requested to Nancy’s list of clothes, and I include a nice dress because I do want to take her out.
Over dinner, we have a bit deeper conversation and talk about past relationships. We learn we both have ever only had one long-term relationship. She admits to not being a virgin, and I admit to the same thing, though she says she was only with one other person. I don’t like the thought of her being with anyone, and I want to find said person and break his neck. I only calm myself by reminding myself I will be her last.
I ask her questions about her time, and some things she won’t tell me like about my future or anything related to the stock market or sports teams.
“I don’t know much about the stock market. It’s not really my thing. I can tell you we have not had a woman president yet, but the first black president was just elected.”
That shocks me to think the country progresses so much in fifty years that a black man is president.
“How is that possible?” I ask, thinking more out loud than anything.
“Well, in the early 1960s, segregation ends. I don’t know the exact dates, but it happens, and the black community, or as they are more known, the African American community, is on equal footing in my time. They have the same opportunities, like being president.”
When we finish dinner, we head up to the living room and watch some TV. I’m still, thinking about having a black president, and how far the country seems to progress in fifty years, but Ivy knows exactly what to say to pull me from my thoughts.
“You know my TV has an eighty-inch screen, is in color, and has over one hundred channels.”
“I hope to see it someday,” I tell her. I can’t wrap my head around so many choices.
She also tells me about reality TV. How stars like me have camera crews following them around who record their lives. It doesn’t sound like anything I’d like.
When we get ready for bed, she seems hesitant.
“I want you in my bed. Nothing you don’t want to happen will happen, I promise. If you want to sleep in the guest room, that’s okay too, but after having a chance to hold you earlier, I know I won’t be able to sleep unless you are in my arms. I have never had a woman in my bed here or even in this house,” I say honestly.
I hear her say something under her breath but don’t ask about it. We head to the guest room where Nancy has set the clothes on her bed. There is a bag of toiletries, and I grab it, intent on bringing it to my room. I plan to have all her stuff moved to my room tomorrow.
“Grab some clothes in sleep in and whatever else you need and bring it with you.”
I watch her hesitate for a minute, then go to the bathroom. I hear her open a drawer and close it, then come out, and I see some rocks in her hand.
“What’s that?”
“I need these to get home. They are very important.”
I nod. She also grabs her phone and the purse from her nightstand. Then she looks at the clothes.
“What do you want to sleep in?” I ask, knowing she says she doesn’t sleep in a nightgown.
She blushes just a little, and I love that look on her.
“Well, I normally just sleep in an oversized shirt,” she says.
“Come on.” I take her hand and take her to my room. I set her stuff down on the couch. I open the nightstand I don’t use and tell her she can put her stuff in there. Then I go to my closet and get her one of my T-shirts.
She looks at my bed again, hesitant. I get a sinking feeling now too, but I know we have to put it out of our minds. Walking up behind her, I put my arms around her waist and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Ten years, right? I’m right here and safe, okay?” I kiss the side of her neck just below her ear and listen to her moan.
“Okay,” she says breathlessly. She takes the shirt and her toiletries to the bathroom and closes the door to get ready.
I change into sleep pants and a shirt while she is in there. When the door opens, and she is standing in my shirt, I’m instantly hard.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
That thought keeps running through my head. I have trouble swallowing, but finally, I get out, “You really do look beautiful. Go get in bed, pick a side, and I’ll be right back.”
Going into the bathroom, I brush my teeth and take in her items mixed with mine. Her clothes on top of mine in the hamper, and the smell of her in my bathroom. The smell of roses is my new favorite scent.
This just feels right. I don’t know how else to describe it. It just feels like she was always supposed to be here.
When I step back out into my room, I see she is sitting up against the headboard on the right side of the bed with her legs under the blankets.
“I didn’t know what side you slept on, but I can move. It doesn’t matter to me.”
I point at the clock on the left side nightstand. “I sleep on the left, so you are perfect where you are.”
She smiles as I get into bed. I turn off the lights and lie down, pulling her close to me. I’m so painfully hard just being so close to her, but I’d take that and more just to have her in my arms like this. With her head on my shoulder, her breasts pressed to my side, and her legs entertained with mine, it’s heaven.
I listen to her breathing as she falls asleep, and as I lie there with my whole world in my arms, I know I want this every day for the rest of my life. I just have no idea the fight I have ahead of me to make it happen.
***
OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS, I know things couldn’t get any better. I wake up next to my girl, we have breakfast together, and then she reads newspapers and magazines while I work some from home, mostly taking phone calls. Then we have lunch together and hang out in the pool and in the backyard.
We do some decorating plans and then have dinner, ending our night snuggled on the couch watching TV until bedtime when we crawl into bed together, and she falls asleep in my arms.
Her second day there, I got all her stuff moved to my room, and it gets me rock-hard to see her clothes and items mixed with mine. The cold showers don’t help, and neither does my hand, but I won’t make that move until she’s ready. I promised her no funny business in bed, and I intend to keep that promise.
On the sixth night of her being here, we are lying in bed, talking about the day, and making plans for tomorrow when I feel her lift her head to look up at me. I look down at her, and she leans up and kisses me. It starts off slow like she is shy, and I let her keep control because I want to see what she does. She shifts to deepen the kiss, and I put my hand behind her head to pull her closer.
She sits up and straddles me, all without breaking the kiss. I feel the heat from her pussy against my cock, barely separated by a few thin scraps of fabric, and I can’t help but moan. I feel both her hands on my stomach and rubbing their way up my abs to my shoulders. Then she grinds again my cock, and my vision blurs. I groan and break the kiss.
“We don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly okay just holding you,” I say but also praying she doesn’t stop.
“I need you, David, just like this, please,” she begs breathlessly. And because there is not a thing I will ever deny my girl, I bring my hands to her hips and grind her down against my cock again.
There isn’t a lot of light in my room, but there is enough to see she isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts are pressing against my shirt. Her nipples are hard peaks begging for my mouth. While she continues to grind on me, I lean up and take one of her nipples in my mouth over the shirt. I suck and nip and then pay the same attention to the other one. Now with the shirt wet, I have an even better view of her round breasts.
My shirt has ridden up and is bunched around her hips, so I can see her pink panties. I can even see the wet spot she is making, and I almost come right then, but I get control and remind myself this is for her.
Always for her.
I move my hand under the shirt to grip her hips and help her grind harder and faster because I’m so close already. She sits up, and I watch her lean her head back and moan. The movement pushes her chest out. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. It could only be more beautiful if she were naked.
I know then that any lingering doubt is gone—I’m head over heels for this girl. She owns me, and I live for her. I was put on the earth for her. A few more thrusts and I feel her whole body start to tense up.
“Oh god, David, I’m so close. I...” she moans, digging her nails into my chest.
“That’s it. Come for me, Ivy, let go.” I grind her down on my hips hard, and I watch her shatter in my arms. Her orgasm has me in awe that she trusts me enough to let go like that.
I want to pound my chest because I gave her that pleasure, but a second later, she jerks against my cock, and I’m coming in my pants like a teenager. My vision blurs, and I have a hard time catching my breath. It is the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
Once my girl starts to relax, she collapses on my chest and almost purrs. “Thank you. I have no words. That was simply amazing.”
“You don’t need to thank me for giving you pleasure. Is it my privilege and honor to be the one who can make your fall apart like that.” I kiss her again and break it off just as fast before I try to go for round two. I roll her to her side.
“I’ll be right back. I need to clean up.” I change my pants and underwear and climb back into bed with her and hold her tight. I have four more days, and I have no clue how I’m going to ever let her go.
