Part 29

     One hand cradled her head, while the other was on the small off her back as she pressed her head against my chest.  I knew she was listening to the beating of my pounding heart as it slowly returned to its normal steady rhythm. She often fell asleep in my arms like that at night.  I believe it acted as her security blanket and assured her I wasn’t just a dream.  My lips lingered as they pressed against her temple and her arms clasped me even closer in response, clinging to the moment and not wanting to let go of it. “We’d better get out of here, or we’ll look like a pair of old wrinklies.” I smiled at her.  The radiance of her smile was her only response as she reached around me and pressed against me while she turned off the faucet. I slid the shower door open and reached out and snagged a large fluffy towel off the towel rack to dry her off with.  I patted the droplets of water that still clung to her flesh shimmering like opulent little jewels, sparkling in the light of the room. It somehow seemed fitting that she was covered with those natural little gems, as it befitted a queen to be so adorned.

I grabbed another towel and after quickly drying off myself, wrapped it around my waist.  In her eyes I could see the way she truly viewed me.  With my bared chest, and legs, and a towel encircling my torso, she was the one person that saw far more than that.  She saw the man within and that was what was always most important to her.  Yes she truly did appreciate my outward appearance and find me attractive, but it was the inner qualities that drew her to me and bound her to me even more.  We were a great deal alike in that fact.  Yes, I did find her to be a beautiful woman, perhaps not in the most conventional of senses but her energy and love of life that was contained within her managed to rise to the surface and radiantly shine. Fortunately I was gifted with the ability just as she was to look deeper into someone and see their authentic self.  She looked at me intently as she ran a single fingertip along my jaw line, trailing down my throat and along my chest until she placed her hand over my heart.  The surge of energy I felt was electric and immediate as she seemed to transfer her love and energy into me.  I leaned down and kissed her sealing the transfer of energy from her soul to mine.

    

     I led her over to the comfy chair in our bedroom and had her take a seat.  She curled her feet up under her as she so often did, making her look innocent and childlike with the natural ease that it came to her.   Spinning on my heal I returned to the bathroom and came back with her hair brush in my hand. “Are you planning on spanking me with that for being such a naughty girl with you in the shower just now?” she teased me a glint of playfulness in her eyes. “No” I chuckled at her, “We’ll save the Fifty Shades of Grey thing for another time.” As I began to brush out her hair, being careful not to tug on any tangles that were in her still damp tresses.  The more I brushed it the more her hair dried and took on the silky soft sheen that I knew and loved so well. “Your hair is so beautiful in the light I love the spectrum of colours that are captured in it depending on the way the light catches it.  Honeyed blonde, burnished gold, stands of auburn copper to highlight it.” I said my words hanging in the air.

     “Stop when you get to the gray ones.” She teased me, clearly relaxed with the intimate act I was performing.  I loved the fire and the snap to her hair, as it managed to personify the owner that it crowned. I noticed in those photo albums at your folks place that you went through quite a few hair colour changes and styles, over the years.  I’m curious about that.” I said as I continued to brush her hair and make it shimmer. “I think part of it was simply my rebellion against my parents, part of it was to assert myself, as tried to find out who and what I truly was.” She responded.  “After years of my Mom trying to get me to conform and be a “little lady” as she’d put it, with my hair in curls or ballerina buns, I needed to just be me.  I experimented a bit as a teenager but when I moved here to Toronto I really cut loose and it drove my parents bonkers.” And she began to giggle at the memories.

     “Let’s see” she said reminiscing.  “There was the ultimate blonde, Madonna like a virgin period, with lace sock and gloves to complete the look.  There was the jet black and straight as an arrow Morticia Adams Goth girl look.  My mother referred to that as my Johnny Cash period as I only wore black.  She also wasn’t too keen on me dating a guy named Lance Romance at the time either.” And she laughed out loud at the memory. “You dated some clown named Lance Romance?” I asked her rolling my eyes.  “Yes, I did indeed.  I realized pretty quickly he wasn’t the right guy for me but at the time he represented the epitome of Gothic chicness to me. I loved grooving to Shakespeare’s Sister and the like. He also had the added bonus of driving my parents crazy because he wore black eyeliner and lipstick and had more piercings in his ears than I did.” She chortled. “I can see how the fact he drove your parents nuts was a bonus to you.” I quipped back.  I waited for her to continue as I continued to brush her hair bring out its natural lustre.“Oh and let us not forget rocker chick red hair.  Which my Dad claimed made me look like an Irish setter.  They didn’t dig the guy I dated then either, a tattooed bad boy musician type.” She said.

    “Seems like you had a different identity for each hair colour you experimented with and a new guy as well.” I said as I tried to sort out in my own head how I felt about that fact. “Yes I did.” She said as she reached up and grasped my hand, but you should also know they weren’t my lovers.  Yes I’ve dated a fair bit over the years and I enjoyed the experiences, but I was very particular about whom I got intimate with and that list is very short, with only a couple of people on it, but the only one that matters to me is the last one, and that my dear Liam would be you.  You are all I shall ever want or need in a lover.  You are my Twin Flame the other half of my soul and you and you alone complete me, my love.” She informed me so sincerely that I knew she spoke the complete and utter truth.  There was no need for me to be jealous of her past or be insecure .

       Setting the brush down on the dresser I took her other hand and drew took her other hand as well and drew her up to me. She slipped one of her hands out of mine and brought her finger to my lips, to silence the words that were on them. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me down to her and she kissed me. As she did my mind thought of an old song I knew and the truth of it struck me hard.  “If you want to know if she loves you so it’s in her kiss, that’s where it is.”   “Oh yeah it definitely is in her kiss.” I thought as I surrendered myself to her. When the kiss was finally broken I whispered in her ear “You sure know how to make a guy feel like a million bucks.”  She swivelled her head so she could look me in the eyes.  “Then I’ll have to try harder, because to me you are priceless Liam.” She said to me as her eyes shone with the love she felt for me.

     The moment was broken as Barclay circled our ankles mewing piteously.  “It must be feeding time for the big guy here.”  I surmised as my own stomach rumbled in empathy for him.  Lorelei must have heard it as she smiled and said.  “I hear you loud and clear. How about we toss on some clothes and I’ll get you to gentleman something to eat.”  “Sounds like a good idea to me, my little love bunny.”  She stuck her tongue out at me saucily at being referred to as a love bunny. Since it was just us, all I did was slip on a pair of shorts and she slipped into one of my tee shirts which could have served as a dress for her.  We padded into the kitchen in our bare feet and soon we were rooting through the refrigerator.  I got out the plates, glasses and cutlery while, Lorelei got the rest ready to go.  It didn’t take long with all the things her Mom had sent home with us, and soon we were ferrying things out to the patio where we had decided to dine al fresco and discuss plans for the coming week and what we’d need to do to prepare for the final move on the weekend.  I had also fed Barclay who was a happy camper once more and was busily chowing down on his dinner while we dined as well.

     

     “Your mom is a pretty good cook in her own right.” I said between forkfuls of the tasty meal.“I know.  I actually inherited that from her side of the family my maternal grandmother was an awesome cook as well.”  So she said “Kind of hard to believe that this time next weekend all my things will be moved in here permanently.  It’s all been such a whirlwind with us.” She mused.  “I hear you.” I smiled at her.  “It’s just happened at warped speed.  If anyone had ever asked me if I ever saw something like this happening to me it would have been a resounding no. However I wouldn’t change one single, solitary, crazy thing about it.” I said as I clasped her hand in mine and squeezed it firmly. “Me either.” She responded firmly. We sat in companionable silence together, just taking in the last rays of sun as they were slowly beginning to fade as the sun began a slow descent in the horizon.  “This is going to be another wild and crazy week for us.  Thankfully I’ve got this week off so I can get a lot of things out of the way while you’re at work Lorelei.” We’d gotten a lot accomplished the preceding week as well when I’d been off between the break between the start of the new school term that would start in September.

  

     “I still feel guilty about all that you did last week on your own Liam. I don’t want you to think I’m not willing to pull my weight and pitch in.”  “No not at all, I’d never ever think that about you.  I think you’re a trooper to work all day and come home and not bat an eye over the things you do around here as well as lugging boxes down the stairs at your old place with me.” “Things are coming along pretty great though.  This week I’ll go over to the apartment and start taking apart the bed and things like that so that will be one less things to worry about on Saturday when the gang helps us move it.  I also want to keep working on some of the things I got a start on last week like finishing off the basement and moving at least some of the furniture so we’ll have the space for all the new stuff.”

“We also need to try and get some idea of how many people we’ll have to feed on Saturday.  I’m thinking an assortment of muffins and coffee will be a good start for when they first arrive at the apartment.  I’ll have cookies for a snack later, and then I’m thinking about what to make when we’ve finished hauling everything back over here finally. I want it to something they’ll really enjoy, and show them I’m grateful to them for all the help, especially with it being a holiday weekend and all.” “Honey I am sure that whatever you decide to feed these guys will be amazing and they’ll think they’ve died and gone to heaven.  No offense but I’ve seen these guys eat and they’ll eat pretty much anything”

  “That may well be the case but you’ve met me and know I’m a going to do put some kind of effort into this.” I grinned at him. “Oh don’t I know it, and I have to admit I’m looking forward to it.  I hereby offer my services as official taste tester and guinea pig for this project.  I know, I know it’ll be a major sacrifice on my part but sometimes you just have to take one for the team.” He said as he waved his hands in a no, no, no need to thank me manner.   “You are too good to me.  You are also a complete and utter nut.” I told him then leaned into him and kissed him on the nose, and we both burst out laughing. I slipped inside quickly to grab a pad of paper and a pen to start jotting down the menu, and things that we’d need to pick up and do in order to pull this thing off.  By the time we were finished I had the menu planned, a grocery list made up as well as list of things to pick up like the paper plates, napkins and plastic cutlery as we wanted to keep the clean up to a minimum as we’d both more than likely be totally wiped out at the end of all of this.  We’d also pretty much figured out home many people we’d be entertaining when we calculated in team mates those with spouses or girlfriends, and the ones that might bring their kids along as well.  We were figuring on about 30 give or take a couple.

    I was totally in my element planning all this and I think Liam was getting a big kick out of watching me madly scribbling things down and talking to my self about what should or shouldn’t be included on the menu.  I did notice he looked a tad apprehensive when I tossed the word vegetarian out but regained his composure when I reminded him there would have to be some items for people like Kaylene to enjoy as well as everyone else. “You are amazing the way you remember things about people even after only knowing them a short time.  It’s just part of what makes you so special, that you actually listen to people and care.” He told me.  I flushed at his compliment. We sat together for a while longer snuggled in one another’s arms when we’d finished all our planning, until a frantic pawing at the door made us decide to gather up our dishes and clean up.  With the clean up behind us and confident that we’d gotten all our ducks in a row and were well on our way to being organized it was time to relax and unwind before bed.

     Opting to curl up together and watch the game on television we discovered it was already in progress and the bottom of the third inning.  We cheered for our hometown boys the Jays of course.  During a commercial break Liam got up and grabbed a cold bottle of beer out of the fridge for him and poured a glass of wine for me.  We were having a blast watching the game.  We’d get up and do the wave when they scored a run, right along with the rest of the fans who were actually at the stadium were doing.  We bantered about the players, the other team and who we thought would be in the playoffs for the World Series this year. As the game ended and we snapped off the television with the remote I asked Liam.  “Did I ever tell you about the time I made dinner for Bucky Dent?” He eyed me warily unsure of where I was going with this, was it just a casual statement since we’d been watching the game or was I about to reveal some long past fling to him.  If it was to be the latter and a revelation of a past fling it certainly wasn’t going to increase his love of the Yankees a team he’d never been keen on.

     “So do tell.” He said slowly “Was he a guest at one of the restaurants or hotels you worked at?”  “Nope it was at a friend’s place.  She dated him very briefly years ago. Pamela was a great girl but she couldn’t cook to save her soul.  Let’s put it this way she was the kind of girl that would bake muffins at 500 F and then wonder why they were charred on the outside and raw on the inside.  Anyways I prepared this great meal for the two of them and while he was coming in the front door I slipped out the back door.”   “Lorelei to the rescue eh?” he laughed.  “Yeah something like that, I never did figure out her attraction to him I mean he was okay looking but nothing to write home about, if you know what I mean.” I shrugged.  “I guess some people get caught up in the whole dating a pro athlete thing.  You’d never do that though would you? Your way too grounded and down to earth for anything like that thought aren’t you?” he asked me.

“I’d like to think I choose wisely and well, and I believe I did.  You are a man of character and someone I can respect Liam.  I don’t care about material things, I never have and your bank balance is immaterial to me.  I love you for simply being you.” I told him as he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. “Now if you would be so good as to join me in our bedroom I have a little something in mind for you.” “Will it involve nudity and adult situations?” He asked with a glint in his dark eyes.  “You can always hope it does.” I teased him.  I spend off to the bedroom and ran into the bathroom and turned the hot water on in the sink.  I heard him entering the room, and called out to him.  “Would you please take your shorts off and just make yourself comfortable on the bed.  Oh and lie on your tummy please.”

    “I’m always happy to oblige a lady.” He called back to me.  I had taken out a bottle of baby oil and held it under the hot running water to warm it up slightly as I waited for him to get into position.  As I came into the room I appreciatively drank in the view before me.  Stretched out on the bed those strong broad shoulders of his, those long well-toned legs, and saving the best for last I focused my gaze on his firm lush looking buttocks.   It was a superb specimen to say the least and one I could have easily sunken my teeth into. “I thought maybe you’d enjoy a nice massage.” I said using the most seductive and sultry voice I could manage. “I’ve even warmed up some baby oil to work into those muscles of yours.” He patted the bed beside him in welcome before tucking his hands under his chin in anticipation of my beginning.  I walked over to the bed and sat on the side of it. Cupping my hand I poured some of the warm oil into it and placed the bottle on the nightstand for later use. 

     Slowly and I began to merely rub the oil over his shoulders and back more like a back rub to begin with, and then the massage began in earnest.  Using my fingers and thumbs to knead his flesh and hunt out all those knots and kinks in the muscles that I would work out with various forms of pressure and circular motions on them.   I took my time, savouring the fact I could do this for him just as he had relished brushing out my hair earlier. I could feel the tensions ebbing out of him as I worked on him.  Listening carefully to him I could tell by his little moans and groans exactly when I hit the right spots and if the pressure I was using to in my hands were working their magic on him or not.  I inched my way down his back leaving nothing untouched.  Working on that magnificent arse of his was particularly enjoyable for me.  Then slowly down and up one leg then down and back up the other, never breaking the connection with my hands to his warm oiled flesh.  When both legs were done I worked my way up his back and shoulders once more and when I was through I leaned in and whispered in his ear.  “Roll over please.” I purred in his ear and got a muffled dreamy   mmmmmmm yeah sure” from him in response,  as I think he’d gotten so relaxed on me that he’d very nearly drifted off to sleep.

    He rolled over onto his back and smiled.  “That was fantastic I feel like a new man, thank you.” “It’s not over yet Liam.”  I informed him as his smile deepened.  I pulled the tee shirt off over my head and dropped it on the floor figuring he might enjoy the view while I worked. Straddling his torso I leaned forward and my breasts hung freely and brushed against his chest, as I grabbed some more oil to work with.  I slid into position, and leaned forward and began to work on his shoulders and chest. It was impossible for me not to become aroused in this position and I could feel my own natural internal lubricants beginning to flow.  As I worked my way down his chest I felt his arousal matched my own as his firm member bobbed against the curve of my bottom. Pressing myself up with my hands framing his groin I started to massage the head of his throbbing tension filled member with my own secretions. I was slick with my natural wetness and I easily glided over him.  He bit his bottom lip and moaned, as he tried to buck his hips forward to catch me and impale me upon him.  Grinding my pelvis against him I could tell it was driving him wild. But I wasn’t ready for penetration quite yet.  I wanted to finish his frontal massage before his internal massage of me began.

I rose up and over him and went back to settled back once more to concentrating on his lower regions and legs.  His full attentions were focused on me as I stroked his steely rod with my one hand and worked my other one over his now oil covered sac of family jewels.  Satisfied groans escaped his lips and his eyes were begging me show him some mercy.  Shaking my head no, I continued to work on him and finally began a very slow and sensual massage down first one leg and then the other.  When I got to his feet I would spend extra time on them massaging the arches. The growing look of anticipation on his face filled me with a great deal of satisfaction and only served to heat up my own desires several notches as I began to work my way up his legs and once more straddled him.  Liam could no longer contain himself as he placed his hands on my waist and slid them down to my hips which he grasped firmly, and guided me on to his now extremely tense muscle of love.

   

      I sank down burying him in me to the hilt moaning in satisfaction as he filled me.  His warm oiled flesh against my cheeks as I wiggled my bottom against him making sure he was in as deeply as I could possibly get him.  The foreplay had been minimalist at best but neither of us seemed overly concerned with that fact.  Our need to couple and bond was far more urgent to the two of us.  He began to jiggle my hips and I took that as my cue to begin to ride him with lusty abandonment.   My hair flew out in waves as I did and in no time at all we reached a rollicking rhythm.  I would press down and he would thrust upwards our bodies connecting time and time again.  The collisions of our flesh were our genitals way of kissing each other deeply and passionately. Uninhibited and free spirited the two of us galloped along together.  We were in our own world unencumbered by the need for anything other than each other and our ultimate satisfaction being reached in unison.  Thundering along I could feel my climax building and was trying to hold on until I could feel Liam’s ready to hit the apex with my own.

      Urging him on with the way I tightened my love bridal around him and riding him for all I was worth the sheen of my efforts glistening on my flesh along with the oils that were now smeared over each of us. With one final deep thrust and a guttural growl from deep within him Liam held on to me for dear life as he emptied his seeds of life into me. I continued to ride him though it and finally he reined me into his arms and held me close.  Trembling and shivering from the aftermath of it all he eased me down on top of him and held me close.  My head was on his chest, his heart beating like a booming bass drum, echoed in my ears.   Stroking my hair he was tender and gentle as he whispered his love for me to over and over.  As corny as it may seem or maybe it was just us, we always thanked each other profoundly for the experience of making love to each other.  It was our special little ritual that we always shared with each other and we both considered it an imperative one to maintain as we never wanted to take each other for granted on any level.

Lying with his arm crooked around me, I was in heaven.  The quite loving words shared in whispers and silent looks thrilled me to my inner core. He rolled me over and slipped his softened member out of me.  “Do you know that you always pout just a little when I do that?”  I flushed crimson at his observation, even though I’d never realized that I did that very thing of which he spoke.  “It’s true you do darling.  You’re like a child who’s had their favourite thing in the world taken away from them.  I think it’s wonderful to know just how much you truly enjoy what we share together.” He told me as he cuddled me closer.

“You are the only person in the world that I know that would make an observation like that Liam.” I told him softly.  “Only because I know you better than anyone and I’m learning more and more about you all the time my love.  Each discovery I make is like a little gift to me and I cherish and horde them away like a squirrel stockpiling nuts in my memory banks.  In case you need me to tell you, you’re pretty special to me my lady.” He said looking into my eyes as he did so. “Ditto on my part Liam, I owe you so much, you teach me every single day in ways you probably don’t even realize.   You make me want to strive to be a better person, to be the best woman I can be for you.  I want to be deserving of you.”  “You are my love you are.  You are more than I could have ever hoped for and I cherish you.”  “I cherish you as well Liam.” With that we exchanged a most wonderful kiss that sent those pulses of energy though me that had also become a part of our ritual.

     We lay there cradling each other never wanting it to end. “We should probably try to get some rest.  We’ve got a majorly busy week ahead of us.” Liam said gently. “I know.” I sighed.  “It’s a pity we couldn’t just live on love and coffee and nothing else.”  This elicited a chuckle out of him.  “We’d be total stars at if we could.  Totally world class, no one would be able to hold a candle to the two of us.” Mirth was evident in his voice as he delivered his words.  “Truer words were never spoken.” I agreed with him.  We moved into a warm kiss, after which I snuggled against his chest my ear pressed to his chest and drifted off to sleep with the slow even beat of his heart lulling me into dreamland.

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  Part 28 

  

    I woke up with a jolt to the sound of a voice hovering over me asking “How do you take your coffee?”  Instinctively my arm tightened around Lorelei even before I opened my eyes.  My sleep addled brain scrambled to connect the dots, as I tried to figure out where and from whom the unfamiliar early morning voice belonged to.  Not being much of a morning person, skill testing questions like “how do you want your coffee?” from unknown sources was mildly freaking me out. Forcing my eyes open and taking in my surroundings I realized it was Lorelei’s mother.  “Good morning” she chirped at me, her own mug of coffee steaming in her hands.  “Good morning” I returned somewhat groggily but politely. Lorelei however burrowed deeper into me mumbling, “Five more minutes Mom I don’t want to go to school today.”

       This woman was unbelievable it wasn’t even cocks’ crow on a Sunday morning, and she was up, showered, dressed and ready to get on with her day and so it seemed clinging to the belief that so should everyone else around her.  As for myself I was stiffer than a Billy goat from sleeping in an upright position all night.  I probably looked a bit like a goat as well with the early morning stubble on my face, but I wasn’t complaining because my best girl was wrapped in my arms and that outweighed everything else to me. “Uh coffee, bit of milk and one sugar or honey, whatever you’ve got please.”  “I’ll be back in a flash.” And she immediately scurried off on her mission. Lorelei slumbered on.  Softly I kissed her cheek.  She opened her eyes and smiled at me, looking quite alert.  “Were you playing possum?” I asked and grinned at her.  “Yes. Better you than me to deal with my early morning happy as a lark, let’s chat now, Mom.” She giggled at me.  “Besides this way you’re the one that’s in the line of fire for dealing with the why are the two of us not in our own beds question.”

   

    “You’re a little stinker you know that?” I teased her but couldn’t help but think I’d do the same thing to her if the shoe were on the other foot.  “Guilty as charged. I throw myself on the mercy of the court.” She quipped back looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, the quintessential picture of total innocence.  I leaned in and kissed those lips, as they were just too hard for me to resist. “Some judge I would have made, fraternizing with the accused like that.” I thought. “Aren’t you two cute?” And a cup of coffee was thrust at me.  “Good morning dear, did you two sleep well out here?  I can’t imagine either of you being the least bit comfortable like that.” She continued, answering her own question.  Thankfully her father arrived on the scene and her mother scuttled away to get him a cup of coffee as well.  We greeted him and I took a couple fortifying sips of coffee to clear my head further.  Her mother returned with two more mugs one for her husband and one for her daughter.  The four of us sat in the lounge sipping coffee and chatting.  Fortunately neither of her parents mentioned the fact we were on the sofa together, I guess being dressed and in an upright position was good enough for them to rationalize that no hanky panky hand occurred in their home.  That coupled with the fact they had more than likely already checked to ensure our beds and pillows were appropriately messed up.

      When we finished our first cups of coffee, Mrs. Gallagher shooed the two of us off to have showers and get dressed while she whipped up some breakfast for the four of us, before we headed off to church together.  “Church” Lorelei and I both echoed in strangled voices, but we didn’t sound nearly as traumatized over this news as her Dad was.  “It’s not your birthday, Easter, Mother’s Day, or Christmas either.” He said in a befuddled manner, counting off the special occasions he felt obligated to accompany his wife there.   He was genuinely perplexed over the news flash he’d just received. “I’m sorry but I didn’t bring any dress pants or a dress shirt with me.” I added in the hopes this would dissuade her.  “Nonsense dear the early service is always casual. You’ll be fine in your jeans and polo shirt.”  “Goody for my team.”  I thought helplessly.  My biggest consolation was that Lor’s Dad looked as disheartened over the matter as I felt.

     After a shower, shave and some fresh clothes at least I felt more human. When I made my appearance in the kitchen I was ushered to my seat and served a mammoth breakfast compliments of the Gallagher ladies.  I got a quick buss on the cheek from Lor as she slid into her seat beside mine.  Warm cinnamon rolls, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash brown potatoes and fresh fruit, along with juice and another steaming cup of coffee, a breakfast fit for a king.  I ate heartily, not realizing how much of an appetite I’d built up after my late night maneuvers in the woods.  Mrs. Gallagher of course was dead chuffed about me devouring the meal with such gusto.  I’m not so sure though she would have felt quite so warmly towards me if she knew her daughter and I had snuck out to make love last night.  At least we hadn’t done it in the house, so in the grander scheme of things it was all good.

     

     When breakfast was over and we’d all tidied up it was time to stop putting off the inevitable.  I offered to drive, which was met with approval.  Mr. Gallagher noticed how I opened the door for his daughter and he seemed pleased that I was treating her like such a gentleman. It was a short drive to the church and I easily followed the directions I was given. Mrs. Gallagher bustled all of us into the church like a proud mother hen with her brood. I looped along behind Lorelei down the aisle to the Gallagher’s family pew.  I felt like a duck out of water but hey sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do in life.  Her mother led the way, followed by her Dad, then Lor, and I brought up the rear and sidled in beside her.  I looked around me as I waited for the service to begin and thought it was rather a quaint looking little church.  There was a lot of nice wood work and carvings and the stained glass windows were quite stunning.  People were very cordial, smiling, nodding and exchanging pleasantries with us.

     

     Lorelei leaned into me and whispered.  “The gentleman over there is Mr. Bellamy I beaned him in the head when I was six, when I tossed a hymnal over the edge of the balcony.  Mom never let me sit upstairs again.” She grinned at the memory.  “There’s Mrs. Mammon over there and she’s probably never forgiven me to this day for the times I’d hop over the pews to get to my seat.  She would rebuke me and tell me it was most undignified for a young lady to behave so wretchedly.”  I was trying so hard not to laugh out loud as she kept regaling me with tales of all the naughty things she’d done as a youngster while attending church. People must have thought I had some sort of nervous tick or something the way I would shake and twitch as I tried not to let out a rollicking belly laugh.  Next to her behaviour in church as a kid my mother would have considered me to be a saint.  Lorelei on the other hand she would have considered to have been a complete and utter little holy terror.  I considered her to be an angel although one with a slightly tarnished halo at times, and that was just fine in my books.

   

  Somehow I survived the service without bursting into flames and having to be doused with holy water.  By some miracle of fate the adult Lorelei managed to get through the service without any type of shenanigans.  Mind you I kind of would have liked to have seen her in action as a kid, and I grinned at the thought of poor old Mr. Bellamy getting winged in the head with the book from above. We slipped out ahead of her parents who had remained behind to talk to some other people they knew. In the bright morning sunshine Lorelei grinned at me. “I’ll bet you now know there are 25 pipes on the organ, 16 pew down the centre of the church, and 19 more on both the right and left hand sides, as well as there are 468 ceiling tiles.”  I couldn’t help it I started laughing.  “Yeah I do know that, but how’d you know I’d know that after one visit?”  “Elementary my dear Watson, neither of us truly wanted to be there, so to avoid falling asleep and thus avoid snoring or worse yet drooling in public, we both zoned out and counted to keep awake.  I did it all the time as a kid when I got bored.”  I slipped my arm around her and hugged her to me.  “You’re a woman after my own heart.” I teased her and gave her a little squeeze.

    Her parents joined us and we were on our way back to the house, which meant our visit was nearing its end, as we wanted to get back in time to make my weekly game.  It had been a nice visit for the most part but I knew we were both anxious to get back to our own home. When we arrived back at the Gallagher’s place Barclay greeted us warmly, meowing and carrying on like he’d been deserted by the bunch of us for days, rather than the actual couple of hours that he had been left to his own devices.  He totally sucked his Grand meow in with his mournful complaints and was whisked into the kitchen for a treat.  Lorelei’s Dad stretched out in his lazy boy and flicked on the telly to see what games were on.  Lor and I took advantage of the lull with her parents to finish packing our things and tidying up the rooms we’d used, if only briefly.  Once we were done with that I stowed the bag in the car.

    Not surprisingly her Mother tried to convince us to stay and have lunch but Lorelei patiently explained for the umpteenth time that we really did have other commitments and that yes we’d be back.  We may have declined lunch but we still ended up with a couple of boxes of food items to take back with us.  Mrs. Gallagher referred to it as a little care package for us, I referred to it as a weeks’ worth of groceries.  I had a feeling portion control was an issue for her and always would be.  Still we thanked her profusely as we added that to the luggage in the trunk.  Next came the task of wrangling Barclay into his kitty carrier and while he may have co-operated with us for the trip down here he was not so crazy leaving the comforts of his Grandparents place.  We ended up corralling him in the guest room and eventually coaxing him out from under the bed with a handful of kitty treats, compliments of his Grandmeow.

   “At least he didn’t escape into the back garden this time.  He took a flying leap over the railing and plunked into the middle of the fish pond the last time he was here.”  Her dad said reminiscing.  “He was quite the sorry sight all wet and bedraggled.  Wasn’t any too keen on the ensuing bath he got either if I remember correctly.” And he chuckled over the memory. Once Barclay had been procured and secured, hugs and handshakes were exchanged.  I thanked the Gallagher’s for their kind hospitality, and was warmly assured I was most welcome as often as I liked by both of them.  That gave me a pretty good feeling inside as let’s face it Mr. Gallagher hadn’t been all that keen on me to begin with.  We were finally in the car and on our way with the Gallagher’s waving good bye and fading from view in my rear view mirror.

  

  “How are you doing after all that?” Lorelei asked me as she placed her hand on my leg and gave me a little pat before resting her hand there.  “I think it went pretty well.  Your old man and I got off to a bit a rocky start but we turned things around fairly quickly.  Your mom is a nice lady but a bit of a control freak if you ask me” I said and nearly bit my tongue thinking it may not have been my finest hour criticizing her mom like that. Lorelei merely laughed though.  “Don’t I know it, and you are far too kind saying she’s only a bit of one.  You should have tried growing up with her.  Don’t get me wrong she’s got a lot of great qualities as well but she’s someone that is definitely used to getting her own way.  I think Daddy is a saint for putting up with her at times.  You know one of my greatest fears in life is that one day I’ll open my mouth and my mother’s voice will come out of it.”

     

“I think we all have fears of that to one degree or another.” I agreed with her.  “I just always hope that when that happens it will be the best parts of them that come out, but at the end of the day though I just want to be the best me that I can.” I added thoughtfully. “You are the best Liam never ever doubt that for a single moment. It’s part of why I love you so much, and also why I genuinely like you as a person.” She said as she softly stroked my leg. To some people it may have sounded weird or anticlimactic to tell someone you loved so dearly that you ‘liked’ them but I totally got where she was coming from and it made me realize just how much she did care for me and how in synch we were with each other.  Years ago, I had realized that you could love someone but still not like them much for the things they did or said, so the fact that she not only loved me but liked me as well made me feel pretty secure in the knowledge that we were well suited to each other. 

   

  It was also a huge relief to me to know she could take a statement about such a close family member as her mother and not be overly defensive or sensitive about it.  To me I had made a simple unvarnished statement of fact about her mom, and she had taken it as such.  Lorelei was not the sort of woman that viewed life with rose coloured glasses and always thought that things were peachy keen.  She saw things for what they were, and for better or worse made the best of the situation. Traffic was flowing well and we were making good time on the trip home so we decided to make a quick pit stop and grab a couple cold drinks.  I was going to run in and grab them as we didn’t to leave Barclay unattended in the car.  I asked if she wanted a snack of some sort as well but she declined, as she was still full from that massive breakfast we’d packed away earlier. We pulled off to the rest stop and I leapt out of the car.  “We have limited time to refuel sports fans so I’ll be leaving things in the capable hands of my pit crew.”  I loved doing silly things like that to make her smile and it was better still when she rewarded me with one of her laughs as well.  Just for the record I got the laughs out of her as well.

  

  Bottles of cold water in hand and a snack for me, and we were off and running once more.  I figured if all things went well we’d be back at the house in another 45 minutes, give or take a few either way.  We’d have plenty of time to unload the car, get our little care package put away, square Barclay away with kibble and fresh water and I’d still have time to change and grab my gear to head out to the game. Everything went according to plan and we were casually ambling over to the baseball diamond hand in hand before we knew it.  Lor gave me a kiss for good luck before I joined the team and she veered off for the bleachers.  I saw Kaylene waving her over madly when she caught sight of her, and indicating she’d saved her a seat.  Lorelei flashed her two thumbs up as she made her way over.

  Lorelei somehow managed to look great both coming and going I thought as I watched the natural sway of her hips as she walked away from me.  She moved like the waves in the ocean, and I found it incredibly sexy.  “You can go into libido over drive a bit later right now you’ve got to focus on the game old man.” I chided myself.  It wasn’t easy to put those thoughts on the back burner but for the sake of the team I had to. I had a new understanding of taking one for the team as a result. We were slated to play one of the top teams in the league and I can’t say I enjoyed playing these guys as they were as cocky as a bunch of bantam roosters.  It would give me a great deal of satisfaction if we could take these turkeys down a peg or two and give them a lesson in humility.

   Everyone was in top form today and seemed to be of the same opinion as I was about the other team.  We ended up trouncing them a very respectable 11 to 5, which must have left them with a bitter taste in their mouths judging from the amount of cursing they did and their refusal to line up and shake hands after the game.  My team of course was totally psyched by yet another victory, and the fact we were moving up in the standings.  We did a cheer for the other team of course as we didn’t want to be brought down to their level and lack of sportsmanship. After we did a couple of the other team did come over and grudgingly offered a couple of us congratulations.  Hey at least it was a step in the right direction I figured.

  

  I watched Lorelei as she nimbly scampered down the bleachers and ran across the field to me and my waiting arms.  I picked her up and swung her around and around, both of us exuberant and laughing over my latest victory on the field. “So when’s the big day mate?” came the booming voice of my friend Jason, as he slapped me on the shoulder.  “Huh?” I responded not sure what he was talking about.  “You know, when are you two planning on making it official?  You can’t keep it a secret from your best mates Liam.  Especially once my missus gets wind of it.  She pounced on Lorelei the second she saw that ring on her finger.  Had do get all the details out of her.” He laughed. “Well we haven’t officially set the date yet and I am planning on a more proper proposal before we do but it will happen sooner rather than later I can assure you of that.”  I grinned massively as I said it, already thinking about joining the ranks of my married buddies.

   “Good on ya, mate she’s a great little Sheila.” He replied slapping me on the shoulder once again in congratulations.  The news of our unofficial engagement spread rapidly amongst my team mates and their wives, girlfriends and kids.  People were congratulating the two of us left right and centre and I was a bit over whelmed by how happy everyone was for us. “Oh and we’ve heard about your new living arrangements as well so we’ve all decided to pitch in and give you a hand with shifting her things over to yours.  How’s next Saturday morning work for you two?  We’ve got several vans and pickup trucks between us. We’ll supply the muscle, if you two supply the beer and snacks when we finish up.  Sound fair to you two?   “Sounds perfect, thanks guys I don’t know what else to say.” I was truly touched that I had such a great group of friends in my life.  Lorelei echoed my “thanks” to everyone and I could tell she was overwhelmed and truly grateful to them for everything they were offering to do for us and how readily they were welcoming her into the fold. “Now, let’s get moving we’ve got a lot to celebrate today, let’s go grab something to eat and a couple of drinks.”  Jason said rubbing his hands together gleefully.  We picked a spot to meet up at and then packed up and headed off.  It was a cheerful group of revellers that took over the restaurant we choose.

  

    I was awed and overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of Liam’s friends, and I knew after I got a few of my friends on board with the plan as well we’d easily be able to accomplish the move on Saturday. I was already plotting on having a couple of them help me with some of the food preparations as after lugging my furniture and what not down three flights of stairs the least I could do was to give them a proper feeding up.  I’d be in my element planning for it and I knew Liam would happily be my chief taste tester. Liam and I exchanged looks between all the congratulations and well wishes, and he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him.  “We are such incredibly lucky people.” He whispered in my ear, and I whole heartedly agreed with him.”  When it was time to settle up and head out the waitress just waved us on.  “Oh your friends took care of it for you, said it was a little gift to get you too started off together.” She informed us. “You guys are the best.” Liam told them as we said our good byes to everyone amongst promises to see us first thing Saturday morning.

  

      We were a pretty happy couple as we headed back to our home.  It was amazing what a relief it was to know we’d be having so much help with the move and that it was being given to us so willingly, by the people that cared about us and supported us.  We were more than lucky we were truly blessed to have such great people in our life. When we arrive home, Barclay made his presence known and had to get his fair share of attention. Lorelei scooped him up and carried him into the living room like the little fur prince he believed himself to be.  She sat on the sofa with him in her lap and he was absorbing all the attention like a little love sponge the more he got the more he absorbed.  I sat down beside her and put my feet up on the coffee table as I stretched out to relax. “You really should remember to take your cleats off in the house you know.”  “Yeah I know.”  “Trust me cleats in the house aren’t a good thing.” And she blushed, a rosy shade of red.”  “I detect a Lorelei Gallagher moment here, now will this be a suitable tale to repeat in front of Barclay or should we wait until we’re alone?” Liam teased me as he waggled his eyebrows at me.  “Oh it’s suitable for all ages, and I’m surprised my brothers didn’t tell you the story to be honest with you.  They love reminding me of that whole fiasco.  Man oh man did I ever get grounded after that one.” I reminisced as I shook my head, and grinned.

    

    “Just exactly what did you do?” Liam questioned me, intrigued at hearing more about my formative years. “Well I’d just had this really great game, and came running into the house to tell Mom all about it.  Now Mom was big on the take your shoes off at the door, and put them in the closet thing but I was excited and totally forgot.  I went running through the house calling for her and ended up in her and dad’s bedroom where she was putting away laundry.  At the time she and dad had a water bed.  Well I was demonstrating this great catch I’d made and leapt up on to the bed, smack dab in the centre of it.  Long story short my metal cleats totally perforated the bed.  It sprang more than a little leak shall we say.” I told him.  “Oh tell me you didn’t seriously do that?” He said looking somewhat horrified that I had done such a thing.  “I wish I could. Oh how I wish I could but we agreed no lies between us.”

  

      “Man you should have seen the mess it made. I can’t remember how many times we had to dump the shop vac trying to get all the water out of the room. My parents were pissed about it to say the least.  I thought I’d never get off of being grounded for that one.” And she laughed over the memory now but at the time I’m sure she viewed it entirely differently.  “To this day I never wear spikes of any kind in the house.  It’s the kind of thing that stays with you.”  “I’ll remember that.” Said Liam as he undid his shoes and slipped them off.  “You know I wish I’d known you when we were younger, you were a complete nut and we could have had heaps of fun together.  The two of us would have been unstoppable.”  “We’re unstoppable together now my darling Liam.” And I grinned at him and gave him a kiss that would surely leave him desiring more. “I think it’s time for me to hit the shower and freshen.” Liam said in that smoulderingly sexy voice of his.  My mission of launching his desire cycle had indeed been set in motion. “I don’t suppose you’d like some help in there.  You know lathering up and making sure everything is squeaky clean?” I asked trying to appear as the picture of innocence and failing miserably at it.  “I thought you’d never ask.” He growled at me from deep in his throat and slid a kiss down my throat in response. It sent shivers through out my body and I couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.

  

   “Let’s go then stud.” I purred at him and leapt up eagerly.  “First one there is in charge of the soap.”  And with that I led him on a merry chase to the bathroom.  Clothes were abandoned in a fever pitch of excitement with a good many caresses and kisses exchanged as we did so. After turning the water on we engaged in some more pre shower time foreplay. Liam cupped my mound and caressed the downy soft fur that covered it.  His finger slipped between my folds and he began to tickle my little man in the boat.  What he didn’t know about pleasing a woman I’m sure wasn’t worth knowing anyways. I mewled softly from his playful touch and was yearning for more.  He happily obliged me by also inserting a lone finger into my tight little slit and probing me as he continued to massage the captain of my boat who was now saluting him and engorged to twice the size he had been. I was busily working on getting my own salute from Liam as I stroked the beast of flesh between his thighs. I was determined to tame it and have it submit to me, and I was pretty confident that Liam would allow me that privilege. Liam slipped the sliding door to the shower open with his elbow as he was in no rush to engage his hands elsewhere for the time being, and I was truly happy with his decision.  He carefully backed me in the shower guiding me so that I’d not stumble.  He was always so protective of me no matter what we were doing.  I loved him for it.

      My juices were flowing as fast and as freely as the water that tumbled down upon the two of us. My legs were stretched tautly as I reached up to make it easier for him to kiss me.  His free hand roamed over the swells of my buttocks.  It ran over my tummy and upwards so that it could cup the bronzed flesh of my breasts and tease my nipples.  In the steamy shower I could well imagine the two of us in some tropical destination making love under a waterfall as the air steamed around us from the heat.  No matter where we made love it could always transport us to anywhere our hearts desired.  One day in the future I was certain we would live out the image that had just flitted through my mind.  I was squirming and writhing with pure unadulterated passion in his magic hands.  I desperately needed and wanted to please him and I sank to my knees.  At first he must have thought my knees had become too weak to fully support me as he began to sink down with me.  Then realizing what I needed and wanted he lovingly used his hands to shield my face from the downpour of water.

     I inhaled my own scent that lingered on his fingers and it was a powerful aphrodisiac for me as I engulfed his swollen member in my warm willing mouth. Liam groaned in pleasure as I worked my own magic on him, taking slow long deep thrusts of him so that he could feel the sponginess at the back of my throat.  His own natural mating dance took over as he would thrust his hips forward to greet my deep kisses of his most intimate flesh.  It was an erotic tableau to be certain and the voyeur in me wished that it was being captured so I could enjoy the moment with him again and again. I could taste his salty secretions leaking into my mouth and it just sent me into a furfur of delight.  His sack which I held in my hands gently squeezing and massaging was full to bursting and on the verge of doing that very thing.  I turned from him at that moment and walked my hands up the wall of the shower, bent over and inviting him to enter me and take what was rightfully his.

   He massaged the cheeks of my bum before deftly parting them with his strong firm hands and teasing my swollen and highly sensitive little kitty with the tip of his engorged penis.  “Liam baby, please.” I begged him until he finally granted me my release and slid it into me deeply.  His swollen sack rested against my cheeks. I let out a contented sigh of fulfillment at finally having buried inside me.  I clenched the walls of my love muscle around him and my bottom wiggled against his full sack of seed.  That has the intended effect upon him that I desired and he began to plow furrow after furrow into me, gripping me firmly at the waist as he did so, to ensure I didn’t end up plunging my head into the wall. I cried out again and again as he drove into me, not caring how loud I had become.

Liam’s own guttural cries were equal to my own and we called out to one another caught up in our wild dance of lovemaking.  The fever pitched madness came in a swift torrent, as that final deep thrust send him over the edge and I could feel his sticky seed spreading its warmth deep within me. It triggered my own climax knowing he was sated. I gave myself over to the pleasure of it all, and together we rode through it.  When it was over he tenderly helped right me once more and his grateful kisses for the experience rained over me. “Oh how I love you.” He murmured to me over and over.

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Part 27

     My parents were up from their afternoon naps when we returned from our walk.  Mom was out in the kitchen with Barclay, who was busily lapping up a bowl of what wouldn’t surprise me if it was 35% whipping cream and if I dared try to question her about it, I’d get a blank look and a “But he likes it dear, and isn’t my right to spoil him a little now and again?”    “Sometimes it’s best to pick and choose your battles in life.” I mumbled to myself.  Liam just looked at me and I knew he understood.“Did you two have a nice walk?” My Mom inquired, as she wiped her hands on a tea towel. “Yes it was great thanks.  It was great to see where Lorelei had grown up, and there was the added bonus of getting some exercise and working off that fantastic lunch we had earlier.” Liam answered her. My mother beamed at the compliment to her cooking.  The next thing Liam knew though he’d been ushered over to a seat at the kitchen table and was being served “a little something to tide you over until dinner,” as my mother put it to him.  Leaving him a bit bewildered as to how quickly my Mom had taken charge of things.

  
   I grabbed myself a glass out of the cupboard and poured a glass of ice tea out of the pitcher in the fridge, before I joined Liam and took a seat at the table.  Barclay having finished his snack, rubbed against my mother’s ankles purring like a maniac before getting a scratch under the chin from my mother, and prancing off to the living room to reclaim his throne and have a nap. “If you think you got bamboozled into a snack wait until she starts in on the wedding.  Your Mum is a piece of cake next to Annaliesa Gallagher.” I whispered hotly.Right on cue my Mom sat down at across the table from me and started in.  “So why don’t we start discussing the wedding plans before everyone else arrives?  I’ve got some wonderful ideas about colour schemes, floral arrangements, venues etc.”  I just rolled my eyes in desperation and Liam started to choke and sputter “Criminy crickets” I thought as Lorelei passed me a glass of water, and patted me on the back.  I thought my Mum was blunt and a take control kind of a gal, but Lor is right this woman really does take the cake.

    
  “Mom” Lorelei began quickly switching into high gear to head her mother off at the pass. “We may as well get this straight right from the get go, this wedding is going to be about Liam and I, and we’ll be calling the shots.  We love you and Daddy, and we love Liam’s folks as well, but they’ve already been told politely but firmly we’ll be doing this our way.  Yes, we more than likely will ask your advice on some things but ultimately this is a celebration about our love and how we are going to choose to honour and express that.”  Her mother was not about to be dissuaded easily though and plowed ahead. “But dear I’ll have nightmares if you any of the dream weddings you planned for yourself growing up. Let’s see you wanted among other themes a Goth wedding, a Steam Punk one, a Halloween themed one where the guests” and this point her mother shuddered visibly “wore costumes to it.  Oh and for the worst of them all was the jean cut-offs, bare feet and tie dyed tee shirts on the beach, some hippie dippie peace and love thing!” Her mother finished obviously not impressed with her youngest child’s ideas on wedding themes.  Personally they sounded like a lot of fun and ones that would be relaxed, memorable not to mention loads of good fun.  They sure sounded like they’d beat any of the weddings I’d attended over the years hands down.

   
  “Sweetheart why can’t you just do what everybody else would do and have a nice normal wedding?” She implored her daughter. “Mother, have you actually met me?  I don’t do normal and conventional. Taffeta dresses with horrid massive bows on the backs of them and all the formalities that go with them simply aren’t me and I don’t believe that’s for Liam either, but if it is, then we’ll find a happy medium that we can both live with and be happy about.  Mom I hate to break it to you but this is about Liam and I, not you.”  Lorelei’s voice cracked slightly on the last few words.  I knew she didn’t really relish conflict but this was one time in her life she was going to stick to her guns and hold firm. My mother cast her eyes on me, willing me to weigh in on the conversation and hopefully prove that I was the sensible one in this relationship and would side with her.  “Mrs. Gallagher.” I began after a moment of reflective thought.  “With all due respect I can and do clean up rather well for formal occasions, but they honestly aren’t my favourite thing.  I also think Lorelei has had some pretty creative and fun ideas for wedding themes while she was growing up. Over the years, I’ve never given wedding planning all that much thought as well I guess for one thing we guys don’t tend to do that.”

   
    “You can’t seriously be thinking about letting her carry out one of these harebrained schemes of hers of hers can you?” her mother questioned me. “Oh I most certainly can and not only that I am. I will aid and abet her in any way, shape or form that I can to ensure that all of her dreams come true.  Please don’t push your ideals on her or on me.  Remember what it’s like to want to start your life with the person you love, and your need to do it in your own way.  If you can do that it will be the best gift you can ever give Lorelei and I.” I told her in as firm but kind manner as I could muster. None of us had noticed that Lorelei’s Dad had been silently listening to the conversation, until he advanced and placed his hand on my shoulder.  “I think I can actually learn to more than just tolerate you.  You genuinely want to make my little girl happy at all costs.  Even if that means standing up to my Mrs. And there aren’t many that would do that.  You’re either a dear brave lad or an utter fool.” He said as he slapped his hand against my shoulder.  “I can respect a man that has some backbone and isn’t afraid to stand up for himself, as well as the fact you’ll do it so readily for my daughter.  You’re all right in my books Liam.”

    
  Lorelei looked rather stunned at her father’s change of heart about me.  “Thank you Daddy.” And she got up and gave her Dad a warm hug. “Oh we all knew I’d come around about him sooner or later.  I just had to see for myself that he was genuine and not some city slicker trying to pull the wool over the eyes of a country bumpkin like myself.  You love my daughter, respect her and will do anything to protect her and ensure her happiness, and that’s all that I can ask of you.” He said finishing his little speech. “Now what say you and I fire up the grill and get ready for the locusts that are about to descend any time soon?  We’ll grab a drink and do that whole male bonding, get to know you better thing, and leave the ladies to their own devices” This rapid fire turn of events I think threw both Lorelei and I for a bit of a loop, but we were both tickled by it none the less.  Her mother was still a bit of a loose cannon though, and I was a bit reluctant to go and join her father on the deck for as he put it male bonding time with me.

    

       Lorelei reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  “It’ll be okay, Mom is used to me speaking my mind though she’s not as used to other people putting in there two cents worth and telling her to back off.  You’ll see, I’ll sort it out with her.” She whispered in my ear. I gave her a peck on the temple, and gave her a gentle squeeze in return.  “You sure you’ll be okay?” I asked her quietly.  She nodded affirmatively. So I was off with her Dad, drink in hand, to discuss the merits of various marinades for steak vs chicken, along with who was going to be the most likely candidates to take the World Series this year, what kind of mileage my car got and a slew of other topics.  All in all he wasn’t such a bad guy, and like Lorelei, I was quickly learning his bark was worse than his bite. I also think I kind of understood him better on some levels if I allowed my mind to fast forward into the future.  I’d probably play hard ball with the guy any daughter of mine brought home to her mother and I as well.  You’d want to suss him out and make sure he was worthy of your little girl.

  
    We were actually having a pretty good time together the two of us, when Lorelei and her mother joined us outside on the deck.  He’d even invited me back to do some fishing for pickerel and perch, so as I’d like to say I was in like flint with her Dad.  We were both much more visibly relaxed with each other now, but maybe that was in part due to the now emptied glasses of scotch on the table. It certainly hadn’t hurt my case any to have a drink with him. Lorelei leaned down and slipped her arms around me from behind to give me an affectionate hug.  “Everything still okay with you two?” She asked me lightly, as she planted a quick kiss on my cheek. “Yes indeed.” I replied as I slipped my hand over hers and rubbed them gently.  “How’s it going with you and your Mom?” “It’s all good.” She responded.  “Yes, it’s all good.” Her mother echoed. “We’ve mutually decided it’ll be for the best to let you two do your own thing when it comes to how you want the wedding to be.”   I grinned at that news.  Now we can, finally just both relax and enjoy this visit I thought to myself.

  
   We heard a few car doors shutting and soon there was a steady stream of people arriving.  Introductions were made, hands were shaken, and people bustled about, setting up extra lawn chairs they’d brought with them.  Lorelei and her Mom began to ferry out various appetizers and snacks to tide people over until her Dad started grilling the main course. I know Lorelei had mentioned that she was the youngest and her brothers were a fair bit older than her but I’d had no real idea about what the age gap had been until now. I was guessing there was a good decade or more between them, and based on the ages of her nieces and nephews who were much older than mine were, it gave some validity to my theory.They were all quite clearly fond of their spirited Aunt Lorelei and had me in stitches as they shared some of their favourite memories of things they’d done with her over the years.  Lorelei just took it all in stride and laughed good naturedly over them as well. Things escalated when someone prompted their grandmother to dig out some old family photo albums so not only would I have the stories in my head but some concrete images as well to back them up. 

      I couldn’t help but smile as I thumbed through the pages of the albums.  A cute pink cheeked, chubby baby smiling at the world with those blue eyes of hers, curious about what life held in store for her.  A demure looking little girl in a frilly pink and white dress in one shot stared back at me and in the next she stood proudly displaying a catch of fish, wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt.  One photo I particularly liked was of her dressed as a blushing bride in a picture taken for Halloween.  I did a double take at the woman in the photo with her.  I squinted at it to make sure I was right, but she beat me to the punch.  “Yep, that’s Daddy he went trick or treating with me and went as the Mother of the bride.”  I laughed until my sides ached over that one. There were other photos of her as well in Brownie and Girl Guide uniforms, horseback riding, as a teenager looking quite cute in a red and white baseball uniform with Nighthawks emblazoned across it, and her cap cocked jauntily to one side.  There were pictures of her as well as a junior bridesmaid at her brother’s weddings. “Are those sneakers peeping out from under that long dress?”  “You bet they are” piped up her oldest brother “and did Mom ever freak out on her when she found out.” Lorelei merely shrugged her shoulders, “Hey what can I say in my own defense, they were more comfortable than those stupid high heels Mom had picked out for me.”

    
 There were pictures of her cradling one of her nieces or nephews at christenings clearly comfortable with having a wee one on in her arms even then.  I flipped through the pictures watching her transform from the cute and sometimes awkward looking kid she’d been to the beautiful and confident woman she had become.  There were changes in her hair colour, hair styles and of course the style of clothing, but there was always that same energy captured in the photos that was uniquely her.  I hadn’t realized how engrossed I’d become strolling down memory lane and stealing glimpses into her past, when I realized that dinner was about to be served. I put the albums aside until a later time when I was determined to share some of more of the moments from her life that I had missed out on.  Dinner was laid out smorgasbord style and it was quite the spread I must say.  , Barbequed steaks and chicken, pasta salad, potato salad, cold slaw, Caesar salad, deviled eggs, various pickles, rolls and butter, crowded the table top.  I joined the throng along with Lorelei ahead of me, and grabbed a plate and some utensils, and made my way down the row of food.  I would definitely never go hungry hanging out here with these people.

   
  Dinner was excellent and I kind of wished I’d paced myself better and had saved more room for dessert.  There was apple pie, pecan pie, rhubarb pie, various cookies and squares as well as three kinds of ice cream for those that wanted it. I needless to say was in heaven, and so would it appear was the rest of the family.   Lorelei and her Mom may have had their differences but being excellent cooks and knowing how to feed people wasn’t one of them. There had been a good deal of chatter and laughter as we ate and I think it gave both Lorelei’s family and myself a better understanding of each other.  It had turned out to be a pretty pleasant meet and greet session with her family.  The kids drifted off first as some had dates and parties they were planning on attending, a couple were off to part time summer jobs.  Despite wanting to get on with their own weekends I couldn’t help but notice they all made sure they said good bye to Lorelei and hugged her good bye. “Make sure you don’t strip Muffins’ gears” she reminded her youngest nephew. “I won’t.” He grinned at her and he flashed his aunt a thumbs up before giving her a quick hug and taking off.

     “Is that code between you two for something?” I asked mildly curious if there was some hidden meaning to the warning she’d given him.  She started laughing “No Muffin is my old jeep and the last time I was home he still hadn’t quite mastered the art of driving a stick shift is all.”  “You named a vehicle Muffin?” and grinned at her.  She did the hands up gesture “What else would you expect from a baker?” and she laughed one of those tinkling infectious laughs of hers. After the kids left and the few remaining leftovers had been put away, the remaining adults sat around talking.  Her brothers were quick to point out what a character she had been growing up and what a character she remained to this day.  I think it was their own way of trying to warn me she wasn’t exactly a slave to convention. Eventually the evening wore down, and the rest of her family took their leave.  Her parents were wiped out after all the day’s activities and soon toddled off to bed leaving us to our own devices.

  
  “So what should we do now?” I asked her as we snuggled up together on the couch in the family room in the basement.  We’d chosen to go down there so that we wouldn’t keep her parents awake with whatever we decided to do until we went to bed ourselves. “I know what I’d like to do.” She grinned at me mischievously, “but that would not go down well at all with my folks.” She giggled.  “We can shoot a couple of games of pool, or pick out a board game to play, or pop a movie into watch.  Any of those appeal to you?” she asked me. “Not nearly as much as you’re original idea, which I can pretty much guess what it was.” Liam answered me rakishly wiggling his eyebrows at me and nuzzling the nape of my neck.  As always his kisses managed to arouse certain primal urges with in me, and I was dangerously close to giving in to them. “Pool it is then.” I decided quickly before things somehow got out of hand between us.  “I thought you’d opt to break out the Parcheesi board.” He teased me, obviously remembering an earlier comment I’d made about what my father would not assume we did with our evenings.

   We uncovered the pool table and I set about racking up the balls while he selected a cue, and chalked it.  I on the other hand went and retrieved a small case which when I laid it on the table and opened it revealed a custom made cue which I began to assemble.  “You’ve got your own cue?” he asked more amused than anything by this discovery.  “Doesn’t everyone?” I teased him back.  I snapped the clasps on the case shut and moved it out of the way.  “Best 3 out of five is declared the champion?”  “Sounds fair to me.” He answered back.  I lost the lag for the break, so Liam took the first shot and managed to sink a couple of stripes.  He ended up winning the first game, but I managed to trounce him in the next two games.  We bantered back and forth as we played, teasing each other with good natured competitiveness.  It wasn’t what either of us really wanted to be doing but we’d both decided to make the best of our current situation and lack of some serious alone time.  In the fourth game I tied things up, and we mutually decided at that point to declare it a tie and try to get some sleep.

  

       We clung together, after saying our good nights and exchanging kisses that would have to last us until the morning.  Liam declined my offer of walking him to his room, he assured me he’d be fine as my Mom had left the light on in the guest room so he wouldn’t have to fumble around in the dark. A final kiss, and reluctantly we broke apart and went our separate ways.  I could hear the soft tread of his footsteps over head as the guest room was just above my own. As I got ready for bed, I good well imagine him stripping down, and the mere thought of it quickened my pulse.  I’d packed him a t shirt and some comfortable shorts to wear as pyjamas, to guard against any potentially embarrassing scenes between him and my parents.  As I listened to the faint sounds from above me I changed into a similar garb myself. Pulling back the covers I slipped into bed, and flopped back against the pillows.  It was frustrating knowing he was so close and yet so far away from me.  I couldn’t sleep and tossed and turned, finding that even snuggling my pillow and willing it to be him offered me no comfort tonight.

  
 Finally I gave up any pretense of sleep, and stole out from under the covers and slipped up the stairs, padded through the kitchen and out on to the deck.  It was a beautiful night.  The moon was especially luminous this evening, and the stars twinkled brightly.  “Oh if only I were able to share this with Liam” I thought to myself, as I sighed and leaned against the railing.I heard the soft click of the door as it opened, and I didn’t bother to turn around as I figured it was my mother, who had always had ears like a cat when we were kids and seemed to instinctively know when one of us was out of our bed late at night.  One of those mom superpowers, and I smiled wondering if I too would one day inherit those superpowers. Strong arms encircled my waist and pressed me against him.  “I couldn’t sleep either. It just doesn’t feel right not having you next to me.  I miss the scent that lingers in your hair, the smooth silky warmth of your skin next to mine, the way you make those soft contented little sounds as you snuggle into me and drift off to sleep.” He intoned softly in my ear and followed by a flurry of feathery kisses on my shoulders and throat.

   
 I let out a frustrated little mewl of understanding. “I came out here for the same reason, thinking maybe some fresh night air would make me drowsy and help me finally succumb to sleep. It didn’t though, I ended up just thinking about you even more and how wonderful it would be to share this night with you.” I said as I turned to face him and slid my hands slowly up his chest until my hands were cupping his face.  He lowered his head so that my pursed and waiting lips could join his own. Before I knew it I had his hand in mine and was tugging on it, silently urging him to follow me.  We slipped as fleet footedly as a pair of cats down the steps and off of the deck.  The dew covered grass was cool on our bare feet and our footprints left shimmering imprints in the moonlight as we lithely made our way across it.  Neither of us said a word, not wanting to risk our voices carrying into open windows in the still of the night. We headed into the woods, and Liam allowed me to lead the way, knowing full well how I had travelled them many times over the years and knew them as well as I knew the back of my own hand. I led him to a secluded little spot not far from the edge of the water.  The small pond was glimmering in the moonlight, giving it the appearance of a large mirror.  Fireflies flitted about amongst the trees, crickets chirped and night owls hooted into the darkness.

     “Are you kidnapping me?” Liam inquired as he grinned at me. “Would you like it if I were?” as I smiled back with what I hoped was a captivating come hither look into his eyes.  “Most indubitably.” He responded.  I laughed at his answer but added quite seriously.  “That’s just one more reason why I love you so much, you are the only person in the world that I know that would answer with a word like indubitably.”  “You didn’t date many English majors over the years have you?” He teased me, which only earned him a playful poke in the ribs with my finger, and being smothered with kisses. As we embraced we sank to our knees in slow almost rehearsed unison.  Neither of us gave a thought to the moist earthy ground beneath us.  Liam slipped his hands under my t shirt and began to caress my breasts which were already beginning to heave slightly with the anticipation of the things that were to come.  My own hands worked feverishly to remove his t shirt and expose him to the night air.  Not surprisingly I also found myself void of my t shirt as well.  

   
  A light summer breeze brushed against my flesh and my nipples stiffened in response.  Liam not one to overlook the gift of nature arousing me took matters into his own hands and coaxed them to harden even more as he rubbed them between his thumbs and forefingers.  I moaned my approval and it only caused him to try to arouse me even further.  Tweaking and pinching my hardened nubs until they ached with desire.  I could feel the flow of liquid love beginning to run between my thighs.I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts and clasped his already hard member as his tongue which had been dueling with my own beat a hasty retreat and began to work its way down my body until he was in such a position that he could catch my throbbing tender buds in his mouth.  Lost in the sensations I could feel myself on the brink of an explosive orgasm.

  
   It was evident that I was succeeding in arousing him as well for I could feel the drops of pre cum leaking from his sensitive tip onto my hand.  He let out a groan as he leaned me back and in one swift motion removed my shorts.  I had no doubts in my mind as to what he had in mind for me next.   He used his hands to part my thighs, his gaze fixated first on my face, then dropping to the mound between my legs which was covered with a dew all of its own.  Rubbing his stubble covered cheeks lightly over my inner thighs before he set about devouring his favourite late night snack. My hands were balled into small fists which I hammered against the ground feeling as wild and free as any animal that was out roaming the night.  Liam brought me to new heights of exploring and enjoying my femininity and sexuality.  He was expertly stoking and exploring my inner most realms using both his talented tongue and equally talented fingers.  His fingers internally caressed my love tunnel while his lips were pressed against my little pink rosebud coaxing it to blossom, as his tongue flicked over it rapidly.

   
  I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking forward to meet his tongue and thrusts from his fingers.  I squealed and groaned with that intense satisfaction that only he could provide me.  No longer could I fight the feeling and I surrendered to him totally.  I was his, heart, body and soul.  He was the master and I was his domain to claim as he saw fit. Always ready for adventure, but always so quick to ensure my pleasure he eased me through the throes of my climax.  Only then would be even consider, planting his flag pole in my mound of Venus.  He was more than ready for the challenge as he slipped his shorts over his tight firm buttocks and past his knees. It was a magical wand of flesh to me as it waved over me. I wanted it all to touch it, to taste it to feel it deep inside of me.  Being a gentleman he was always happy to oblige me with my desires.

   He straddled me and lowered himself over my open mouth, which was willing waiting to welcome him.  He teased me by rubbing his glossy headed tip over my lips, only serving to drive me into a wild frenzy.  I clutched his hips and drew him down, determined to pleasure him with my own oral skills It really didn’t take long for me to feel that familiar launch cycle beginning to activate with in him.  He withdrew from me though, and I pouted petulantly at being denied my favourite oral toy.  “It’s okay my love there will be plenty of other times for that.” He promised me as he prepared to enter me. I wasn’t the least bit disappointed as I felt him slip between my slippery folds, and begin to slowly stretch out my canal.  Liam consumed me with his strength and his passion and we were swept up in the primal dance we were joined in. Our climaxes came quicker than either of us planned and perhaps it was only because we had been denied our earlier desires to couple and now we were bound and determined to ensure the opportunity was not lost.

   
   Sometimes I think neither of us was quite certain as to what meant more to us the physical act of making love or the glorious aftermath of it all, being able  to know the all empowering feeling of having been loved so wisely and so well and to be able to revel in it. We hurriedly dressed and spend back towards the house, on the off chance her parents had awakened and decided to check on us.  We breathed a sigh of relief to discover the house in quite stillness.  Only Barclay was up and moving about at that hour. On the way back we’d decided trying to sleep apart was futile so we came up with something that surely would not offend my parents.  We took places on the sofa in the living room, Liam half reclined, feet on the floor just like out of some old black and white movie, to ensure the heroines virtue would remain intact. I snuggled up under the crook of his arm as though we were watching a movie together, all perfectly innocent looking to the casual observer.  A long lingering good night kiss, and finally we drifted off together, comforted by the fact we were together once more.

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