Page 96 of For a Goode Time Call…
A thin river meandering through the forest, and then descending abruptly over a break in the hill, a fall of only about ten or twelve feet. It splashed down into a pool, swirling and bubbling, a picturesque, storybook setting. Surrounded by the dense forest, the waterfall roaring and splashing, it was…a spiritual place.
He sighed as we settled on the edge. “Love this place.” He looked at me. “Love being here with you. Never showed anyone this.”
“No one?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nobody.”
I smiled. “Stay here.”
I recognized this spot as the precise location of his first drawing of me, where he sat now was where he’d placed the viewpoint of that sketch.
I stood at the edge of the pool and stripped naked. Slowly, for him.
Stepped into the water, squealing in surprise—cold at first, but then warming to a tolerable temperature as I waded in. I doused myself in the spray, scrubbed my hair. My body.
I turned to look at him, intentionally taking the pose he’d drawn me in: one thigh drawn and bent against the other, an arm across my breasts. He laughed, recognizing what I was doing, and I laughed too.
“Literally making my fantasy come true,” he said.
I crooked my finger at him. “Anything else happen in your fantasy?”
He laughed. “You are absolutely insatiable, you know that?”
He shucked his clothes and stepped in, wading in up to his waist. Drawing near to me. When he reached me, I gathered him in my hands. Brought him to life.
“So.” I caressed him, eyes on his. “What’s the fantasy of this place?”
He laughed, and took my hand. “Come on, let me show you something.”
He led me to the waterfall, and we both got soaked in the plunging spray. To one side, there was a little nook. Not quite behind it, but off to the side was a patch of forest floor right up against the side of the fall. In the noise and white spray of it, wet and mossy and soft—sun peeked through, creating a million rainbows in the water.
“Here,” he whispered.
The pool swirled and bubbled, the forest stood dark and trackless beyond it, the falls a wonder of wild power. I knelt, facing the falls, standing on my knees. He moved behind me, buried his face in my neck.
Pressed up against me. Inhaled me.
I reached around behind me, took his waiting manhood in my hand and plunged my fist around him, once, twice, and he gasped at it, and I knew it was time. I pressed him to me, and he groaned.
“Bag is over there,” he muttered.
I slid my knees apart, pressed my lips to the soft part of his cheek just above his mustache and beside his nose. “I don’t care,” I whispered.
I held my breath as I nestled his thick fat round head inside me.
“I just need you,” I whispered. “Here, now. Bare.”
“Cass…”
“I’ve been on birth control for nearly a month,” I said. “I got on it the day after that talk. The last time we talked.”
He breathed a slow, tremulous breath. “Ohhh god, Cass. Are you sure?”
I sank down on him, and he groaned. “Yes,” I gasped. “I’m sure.”
He drove up, meeting me. And this time, bare, it was heaven, even more, even better, it was everything. Utterly everything.
I turned his face to mine, kissed him. We moved together, in perfect synch. “So perfect, Ink,” I said. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
