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I notch the tip of my cock into her damp heat. She’s so tight and wet but still too tense. It won’t feel good.
“Baby, I have an idea. Get your toy.”
“My butterfly wand?”
I nod, kissing the tip of her nose. “The vibrating will help you relax enough to take me.”
She eyes me skeptically. “And what will you do?”
“Sit here and get turned on watching you play with yourself.”
Her cheeks flush a deeper red, and she smiles shyly, reaching toward her night table and getting the wand from the drawer.
In a span of a breath, Josephine transforms from adorably awkward beauty into a sex goddess. She moves the small handheld toy over the front of her pussy, giving that area a massage with the low electronic buzzing that I recognize from last night.
Josephine reaches down and spreads her lips. I’m utterly transfixed as she places the fluttering butterfly piece over her swollen clit. Instantly, her back curls off the bed. I fucking love watching her get lost in the moment, her head thrown back, brows knitted together. With an unrestrained shriek, she comes in a matter of seconds, not minutes.
Josephine flops onto her back. Breathlessly, she says, “I’m sorry” as she switches it off and tosses it aside. “I forgot to set it on the lowest setting. I came too fast.”
“Sorry? Do you have any idea how completely fucking turned on I am right now? Watching you make yourself come is going to be in the highlight reel of my life. Don’t be sorry about that. Besides, I have an idea.”
I reach for the toy.
“What did you have in mind?”
The next moment, I’m over her, notching my cock into her tightness, my mouth ravishing hers, and the little toy quietly vibrating against one of her nipples, then the other.
It’s working.
Her warm cunt ripples against my cock, her aftershocks intensifying with the added playing and teasing. I spear into her, thinking that this could be the first of many times, but also dreading that it could be the only time. I don’t know what life will bring our way. I don’t know if who I am will result in us being torn apart for whatever awaits me once people find out.
Everything we’re building here could be lost if I go back to the city.
Josephine wants a quiet, anonymous life, with hikes in the woods and picnics by the lake and memories made for us, for children and grandchildren. I want that too.
I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen.
19
Jo
“You’re quite pink this morning, Jo! You look like you’ve already done a ten-kilometer hike.”
Sandra at the Mirror Lake Farmers Market loves to remark on everyone’s health by way of their appearance. It’s usually along the lines of “You look like you could use a coffee!” Or “Have you been eating enough red meat? You look anemic!”
It’s annoying and borderline inappropriate sometimes, but most folks give her a pass seeing as she’s 89 years old.
It is the next morning after Jakob and I had sex for the first time, and I flush red every time I think about it.
Sandra’s comment comes as she’s arranging a bunch of rather scrumptious but phallic-looking late-summer squashes in the scales as I wait.
“A 10K? Not exactly,” I say.
“Pumping iron and whatnot, then. Good for you,” she says. Sandra eyes Jakob, and I make introductions.
“You look familiar. Are you a trainer from that American show? The Beastmaster?”
Jakob stammers, and I interject. “He’s quite a beast, I assure you.”
