Attention my readers: welcome to the longest chapter in fanfiction history. I have re-story boarded this fic, so things have been switched around and added. But ultimately I think it is for the better. If you bellyache about how long it is, then don't read it! I could have shortened it in numerous places, but decided not to. This is how things went down for the wolves; don't blame me if it's intricate. But I will deff update soon, no more of this almost a month business. Thanks for all of you that reviewed. It really motivates me to get busy with the love of my literary life.

Disclaimer: I steal candy. I steal glances. I steal hearts. But mostly I steal characters, settings, and storylines from one Ms. Stephanie Meyer. Don't hate. If you're reading this. you steal my man for however brief a time. So Steph, thank you. I promise to keep him safe. And sometimes naked.

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Let me be the first to say, before anyone else in my pack comments about it, (In MY story by the way) that little Natalie Casados was… fucking smokin! How had we never noticed before? Now of course, as far as I was concerned, she would always come in 2nd place, but there was no denying that lil sqwa was a No.3 special just begging to get bit into. The girl was barely 14, and already had a rack the size of Texas. A point at which Seth, Paul, and Jake (the only other wolves already here besides her brother) were all very, Very aware of. The Casados family had arrived at the Clearwater's a few minutes ago. Brady immediately joined the football game we'd started in the back yard, and his parents settled around the buffet table and started talking up the rest of the old folks. Paul's lil cousins and my brothers were playing on the old trampoline cleaned off for the occasion. Whitney and Olivia, both clutching identical dolls and were obviously still in the stage where they dressed the same, ran to the trampoline with the other kids. Which just left Jr. bacon Mchottie with no way to defend herself from a pack of hungry wolves.

She walked slowly and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She wore big black sunglasses, a sundress, and a buttoned up short sleeved sweater. Even with most of her body hidden, it would be obvious to anyone not imprinted that she was completely tap-able. She seemed utterly uninterested in us and just made her way over to the other kids. You could tell we all snuck a peek at different times, but it wasn't until she took her sweater off and jumped on with Aaron and Nicky that football became old news. One by one, we all took notice of the new development, stopped running after the ball, and stood motionless watching the show. Brady was still running his little heart out, and hadn't noticed till the goal line clothes basket that everyone had stopped chasing him. He ran over to Jake, confused as to what had stopped the game.

"Hey, I think I scored a touchdown for us." Jake didn't turn his head away from the trampoline to reply.

"Oh um, …..I'm not hungry."

"What?" He followed our stares across the yard and then threw his head back and groaned. Up and down. Up and down. The recoil alone was enough to take a knee and thank the good Lord. From the corner of my eye, I saw Seth take his backwards cap off and clutch it to his chest out of respect. I half felt the urge to put my hand over my heart like the Pledge of Allegiance. If anyone ever asked what we're fighting for, we were watching them jiggle under a sundress.

We must have all been standing with our mouths open like that for a few minutes because I heard Billy chuckle really loudly and saw Mrs. Casados hurriedly run over to the trampoline. The Uley's and the Ateara clan popped around the side of the house just in time to bring us all out of our trance. But thanks to Brady's embarrassed mom, the show was over anyway.

Emily was juggling a large covered dish and holding one of 's hands. Sam was supporting most of her weight and they all walked slowly towards the table. They were followed by Old Quil who escorted Miss Miranda and her oxygen tank. After that it was the Ateara's, carrying a huge cooler between them. Finally, Mary Poppins waddled his way into the yard. Little Claire was dead weight, asleep on his shoulder, and he was walking slower than turtle cum trying not to jostle her. He had a huge babysitter bag over his shoulder and a little pair of ……..no they can't be……..oh yes, yes they are. How am I not supposed to point out his lesbianism's when he parades them around like a neon sign? Quil was holding a little pair of foamy green bloomers, which anyone could see matched that of the frogs on Claire's dress. She was probably either going commando underneath it or just slumming in the pull-up pants. I think it was less depressing when he just didn't have a girlfriend. Even though we couldn't see it, he was probably growing a clitoris as we speak. And the first time he ever mentions anything remotely resembling potty training, we're just going to put him out of his misery and drown him in the ocean.

Leah had appeared for the first time as Sam handed over his prematurely old mother. The two women sat inside the screened in porch for the remainder of the evening. Probably as far away from everyone as Leah could get. After convincing Quil in not so many words, that he had neither breasts nor an umbilical cord, Emily took Claire away and the teams were even for some decent plays.

It was right around the time that Sue plugged in all the paper lanterns that I heard the most beautiful noise in the entire world. I could hear her laughing. Fuck football. I walked towards Mr. Abrams and the few of his children that had made it around the house. Mrs. Abrams took the rear, but more importantly, next to her was my angel. She was carrying two stacked casserole dishes covered in tin foil, and she looked like cotton covered sex. She'd pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and wore the floor length, light blue beach dress I'd once christened under Masom's Bridge. Every time she looked at me, it knocked the wind right out of my lungs. This was no exception.

We all introduced ourselves to the Casados family, and every wolf besides me, Sam, and Quil, made sure to personally extend a hand to miss Natalie. Everyone listened intently as Billy started the ritual songs. Some of the newer members didn't speak Quileute, but the power and beauty of his words weighed just fine without translation. Brady was brought in front of everyone and recited the ancient incantations. When the final pat on the shoulder from Sam signified the formal acceptance into the pack, us guys howled and everyone clapped and whistled.

You could tell Brady was getting excited because his eyes started darting back and forth and he couldn't keep his hands still. Mrs. Casados reached for her bag and handed Bray-bray his pills. Brady suffered from the biggest case of ADHD, and we'd figured out that when he turned all wolf his body burned off the meds, forcing us all to suffer with him. We figured if the PCP slideshows were the only problem, he really didn't need them. But when human, Mrs. C. made him take like an 8 pill dosage. All things considered, that fucked up little geek was an ok guy, and was gunna make a bangin wolf. And since now he was our little brother, business is business. Operation Lady for Brady started formulating in my head. We were NOT going to let this kid fall through the cracks as we had allowed Embry to. If nothing else, being in this pack meant that some day soon, baby Brady was getting his brains fucked out. It's what family does for each other.

After night time had fallen, Seth stayed long enough to get a quick bite of everything, before he left his hat with his mom and ran off to start his shift. I spent the next 25 minutes sitting on a wicker loveseat, eating barbeque, and inspecting her dress for panty lines. As everyone finished dinner, activities started up again at various locations on the lawn. Sue and the Bittys had retreated inside to the kitchen. Where as the old dudes were poking around the fire pit, beer in hand. Old Quil was sitting in a lawn chair made of drift wood, and reading to a very concerned Claire, who was clutching the book in his lap. At two I probably would have been worried about the kids in the story too. However was that fucking cat in the hat going to undo his latest pickle? Quil sat next to them on a rock, watching over both of them like a fascinated douchebag. He was holding a half emptied sippycup and had nothing left but the memory of his pride. Jake wasn't far away. But the kid had dozed off after eating and was probably dreaming about taking a Louisville slugger to the hood of a Volvo, judging by the excited little twitch in his face.

Since Collin was around now, the football game was back and bigger than ever. Complete with assigned positions and Collin tackling everyone, including his own team mates………I hope that little prick gets ball cancer. I sat out and delightedly watched Kimby and Emily running around the yard with the wolf cubs. One of the twins, I don't really know or care which one, had a sash covering her eyes and was being spun around in circle. When she was set loose, my princess ran behind the tree with Aaron and some of the Abrams' kids, giggling like one of them. A small part of my mind fast-forwarded to when this would be our children. Kimby, just as beautiful and loving with them. The only difference in the future would be her, hopefully larger cup size, and she would be holding hands with a little boy related to me that isn't quite so fucking feminine. Aaron loved her. She always played with him and listened to his secrets. I live under the assumption the little dude is autistic, but Kim has too much kindness in her heart and can't help loving everything. The blindfolded twin flailed her arms like a zombie in Aaron's general direction, and he hid behind Kim and gripped around her waist. His face was awful close to an ass cheek and his little hand was touching a place on her thigh I would never let any other man touch and live to tell the tale. I squinted one eye and scowled a little. Maybe this little punk wasn't as dumb as I gave him credit.

I took notice of my father for the first time. He was standing across the lawn, nursing his probably second or third Budweiser. He was listening to Mr. Abrams go into detail about his latest fly fishing adventure, but he also had one eye on the kids playing in the yard. A half smile hinted in his lips and it occurred to me that we were probably thinking about the same sorts of things. AWK-WARD!!!! My dreams of my imaginary family came to a screeching stop. Besides, I would never allow my boys to be so pussied. Sorry Pops, but they're had to have been SOMETHING that could have been done to prevent your youngest from becoming such ass munchers.

Embry showed up a few minutes later, bathed after his shift switch with Seth by the looks of it.

"Hey, my mom sent these pineapple upside down cakes. Somebody called out today, so she has to cover two shifts. She says she's real sorry she couldn't make it." Yea, whatever Emby-face. He always looked super embarrassed when he told us her bullshit. We all knew they were lies. And he knew that we knew, but nobody called him out on it. We had enough shitty drama in this pack as it was.

Speaking of drama, Leah had come out of her cave and was organizing the cooler. She was squatting and bent over, pulling all the soda cans to the top of the ice. Paul saw his opportunity and ran to her. When she reached to the bottom, he bent over and whispered something about his tongue and her thong into her ear. She whipped up and turned around, startled, but he was just as fast. They were standing a few feet apart and looking at each other, and Paul just had to push the line. He winked and made little mocking kisses at her. She huffed, scrunched her face, and then pushed on his chest, making him stumble backwards. You could tell he was a little embarrassed that she'd surprised him and started Pauling-out.

"Damnit woman. Calm the fuck down why don't you." They were whispering too softly for the cluster of regular people to hear, but no matter where the wolves were in the yard, we caught every word. "Come, on Leelou. Stop denying this. (Pointing back and forth between them) I might even be able to take that stick out of your ass. And while I'm there…." He leaned in again, and tried to wind his arms around her.

She huffed more enraged than I've ever seen her, and you could hear the crack bounce through the forest when she slapped him. Even people with normal senses stopped and looked at them. Still though, we were the only ones that could hear.

"Fucking ……bitch" He said through mumbles as he held his jaw. She just stood there eyes a blaze, her chest heaving up and down with her upset breaths. Paul glanced around and his eyes singed with disgust when he realized he'd just been shamed by a girl. He leaned in closer this time, just so that his mouth was level to her ear. His tone turned taunting…..cruel even.

"You know, you probably need a good fuck. I bet that's what's got your panties in such a twist. Do you even remember the last time someone slipped it you soo hard you….( he lowered his voice to an even quieter whisper)…screamed?" Her resolve faltered for only a moment, but it was enough. He'd really struck a nerve. For the tiniest second, she looked like she was about to cry. Quickly though, she sniffled it back when noticing Embry and Brady standing a few feet behind Paul, with nothing but pity in their eyes. Angry Leah was back, and turned around to high tail it back inside the house.

Sam was staring straight at her. Normally they avoided eye contact at all costs, but this ….the pain in his eyes…..they were tortured. She remembered the last time somebody made her scream all right. And apparently so did Sam. Whatever thick skin she had just grown, peeled away. She looked away from him and speed walked to the porch so she wouldn't have an audience for whatever emotional response her body was about to produce. Sam watched her walk away and Emily weaved her hand into his. Not reminding him that she was there, but telling him she understood.

And since it wouldn't have the gonads to be called a party without Sam wanting to kill somebody, Paul volunteered for the first time in pack history to start his shift early. With the look Sam was giving him, Paul almost didn't even make it to the tree line before we saw him fur out and tuck his tail between his legs. Hopefully that jizz junkie was contemplating how he was going to run 2nd swing shift for the next three weeks missing one of his paws. A sad chapter had just been closed in our family. This would be, no doubt, the last time Paul tried to go spelunking in Leah's cave.

It goes without saying the mood had been killed for everyone and not long after, people started departing. Brady rolled up his sleeve and prepared himself with mixed enthusiasm, to follow old Quil into the house. He was excited to get branded as a brother, but a little apprehensive of the needles. Were this another life, and if I wasn't such a complete badass, I might be inclined to say that I too felt a little performance anxiety when faced with that pulp fiction sized bastard. Speaking totally hypothetically of course.

Jake was quick to go too, after Billy mentioned he'd brought a used carburetor from his trip to town. Prolly had to scramble home to fix the Volkswagen and finish carving out his little mini-me before his shift tonight. No doubt, all in the name of his "not-a-date" with Princess Leech blower tomorrow. Fucking depressing.

Then, as if there weren't enough negative vibes, I got the feeling the Abrams were about to depart. I took Kimmy to the side and started kissing her cheek and whispering things into her ear. She was smiling and laughing along with me, until I asked if she wanted some company tonight. I was half joking like I always do, but she stiffened and stopped smiling.

"Oh you want me to come sooner? I guess if Hannah doesn't mind." She was really not laughing. Awkwardly, she said goodbye and then ran off to Collin's van without another word. If I weren't such a stud, I could swear I just got the brush off. I started to follow her but was quickly corralled in by my mom and Mrs. Casados. By the time I'd made it around the house with my arms full of leftovers, The Abrams van was gone. I didn't like her upset. I'd have to stop by tomorrow morning and see what was going on. My entire family helped the Casados carry stuff the two blocks back to their house. The only extra edition was Embry. A few paces behind, carrying a platter and surrounded by all the Casados girls. Chatting them up like big gay slumber party. Even they picked up on his lady fabulous tendencies. There really was no hope for him. A few more months, and the dude will probably be menstruating.

After an episode of Nip/Tuck and a little Halo, I just layed in my bed and thought things over. It was only 11:00, and I didn't really find it pathetic I was already in bed. My baby was upset about something. And I made her uncomfortable. That knowledge was swirling in my stomach like old vomit. I picked up the phone a half dozen times, but always talked myself out of it. Whatever was going on with her, I didn't want to possibly make it worse.

Depressed and Lonely. I was even too disgusted with myself to masturbate.

"Clink." What the Fu… "Clink, clink". It was coming from the window. "Clank" I ran to the window and drew it open. "Smack" was the sound the next little pebble made as it hit me in the forehead.

"Oh good, you're here!" Kimby whispered and then covered her mouth with her hands in anxious surprise. I made a dramatic scene of pretending to look around to make sure it was my window.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"SHHHHH!"

"Why are we whis-per-ing?" She looked as though this thought had just occurred to her, but then shook it off and kept going.

"Come down and get me?" I pointed to the lattice work next to my window, and then smirked patronizingly as if to say 'what are you waiting for'? She looked disgusted and then fake smiled. Without talking, she pointed to her clunky red rain boots and flicked me off with her other hand. I am in love with this woman. I smiled and then stepped back a bit to get a running start. I landed on both feet, close enough to her that I could hear her heart jump. She brought her hands down from her face and smiled back at me. Our embrace was quick but desperate. It had been nearly 2 hours and 40 minutes since I'd last touched her. It was painful. We started rocking back and forth during our hug, and I couldn't help kissing into her hair. I could feel her fidgeting slightly and pull away.

I raised my eyebrow like I'd caught her hand in the cookie jar.

"So what's all this secret mission rendezvous business about?" She looked away from me and bit her lip. This evasive and secretive Kim was turning me on. She hadn't acted this way around me since the first week of us. It reminded me of simpler times when I use to be able to get away with stuff with her. "How did you even get here?"

"Oh…….I um, parked around the corner. Listen..I …I ..Well let's just talk inside, ok?"

"Ooookay?" I grabbed her up and swung her around to my shoulder. Holding on around my neck, we started climbing up the side of the house. The lattice wasn't meant to support this kind of weight. It started making buckling and cracking noises half way up the house. She was worried and clutched my neck tighter.
"Is it going to break?" I pretended to look serious and shook the lattice.

"I don't know" I said, still pretending to be nervous. "How much did you eat at the party?" She loosened her arms and smacked me in the back of the head. I let her shimmy off my back and ease into the window. I followed her in, but my landing made a much louder thud then hers. We both froze and looked toward the light creeping in under the door. A whole minute passed, and we figured we were safe. It was a conundrum. Kimmy never felt comfortable coming up to my room alone with me, so I really don't know how my parents would feel about it. But I wasn't going to chance them possibly making her leave. So I played along with the whisper game.

"So are you gunna tell me what this is about. Nothing's wrong is it?" I was genuinely concerned for her. As if she momentarily forgot, she frowned again and walked over to my dresser, inspecting my things.

"Kim?" She picked up a chewed dinosaur and turned back to face me.

"Ok……..I …..well, I wanna say something and, well….Oh Shite." Mimicking the perfect way her father says it when Manchester scores a goal. She looked down at the dinosaur again and fiddled with it. She was nervous, like really nervous. If I wasn't so concerned I would say it was adorable.

"Baby, should I be worried?" She rolled her eyes and then put down the dinosaur.

"Ok…..( she puffed up her cheeks and then blew them out, frustrated.)…ok….so we, we're all out for Katie's bachelorette party. And then they get me to take these little clear cups of drinks. And well, by the third of fourth one I felt really fuzzy and warm and dizzy and then. Well then, we all got to talking….." She was turning red and wasn't looking me in the eye. I sat on my bed. I didn't like where this was going. "So My cousin's started asking me all these questions because Charlie told them about us. And well…they asked all these (gulp) questions. Ya know,….about you and me. I told them we hadn't done it yet. And that well….well I told them everything we hadn't done." By this time she was completely looking down at the floor and ringing her hands. "They were all really shocked, and then my cousin Jenny, well she said…." She looked up at me almost in tears and then looked back at the floor. "Well she said that there's no way you would stay with me if it we weren't doing it. She said all girls do it, and that if I didn't you'd probably get it from someone else." She looked back at me and then back to the floor "If you already haven't…."

I couldn't even change my facial expression. I was in such a state of shock I couldn't knock myself out of it. These lunatic things she was saying were so completely off base, I didn't even know where to start.

"Kimb…"

"No let me finish." She'd gotten a second wind but still was avoiding my face.

"I told her it wasn't like that with us, that it was more, ya know special. And that she didn't understand. But she sort of laughed at me and said I was naive." I was starting to boil in my own blood. "I'm pretty sure I was drunk and so was everyone else. And she didn't mean anything by it. So when I woke up the next day I wasn't that upset….at first. But it's just been eating away at me." Yup, blood boiling over.

She paused, overwhelmed with nerves. "I know I probably sound really paranoid. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Ughh, and I swore I could do this" she was talking more to herself now then to me. This was ludicrous. I finally started to formulate a face. But it was angry, ridiculously angry.

"That is……….that is.."

"No wait!" I could tell she was mentally yelling at herself. "I know… I know you'd do anything for me, and that we're meant to be together. And I'm not really…well shit, I probably won't be very good at it. But I just want to be clear……………I love you, and I don't want you to get it from anyone else. So if that's what it takes, I'm ready." She put on a bullshit confident face and took off the huge granny sweater to reveal a silky pink camisole and tiny little night shorts. Whatever I was about to say…..fucking out the window as my jaw hit the floor. A million things were running through my head at this point. I wanted to yell at her. But I also wanted to hold her, to sooth her, to tell her everything she said was wrong. And then I wanted to touch her entire body. And lick the little part of her belly peeking out underneath her top. I know there was a priority order I should categorize these things into. But fuck if I was too shocked to decide. Eventually though, chivalry wins in the end. Sometimes I wish that little angel on my shoulder would keep his mouth shut.

"Baby I….." She walked over to me and reached for the bottom of her top. Her nerves were shining through. This was wrong. And I wasn't going to wrong my girl. No matter how much I might think her skin tastes like ice cream. I stopped her hands and held them.

"Baby,….. that couldn't be farther from the truth. First of all, your slutty cousin is full of shit. Secondly, you are my everything, and she doesn't understand. The only thing I want to do is make sure you're happy. Look at me." She slowly pulled her eyes from the floor. "Because the only thing I need…..is you. And all the physical stuff. I never want to do anything with anyone else ever again. Since that first time I looked at you, you were my world." I brought her to me and hugged her. "And well if you want to wait, then we are just going to wait. Even if it means forever." She sighed and I knew she finally believed me. We didn't move from our embrace. I just had to let her know she was the only thing in the world I ever needed to be happy. I hugged her so tight, I was afraid it might cut off her air supply. She relaxed into my arms and layed her head on my shoulder.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Swear on Harry Clearwater?"

"Swear on Harry Clearwater." We hugged in silence for a few minutes. But I wasn't in any hurry to let go. When she finally pulled away, we shared a quick chaste kiss. Then I kissed her forehead again. This time, when she pulled back, there was a wicked gleam in her eye. I was just so happy she wasn't sad anymore, I smiled at her. "What?"

She lunged in for another kiss, and I was more than happy to oblige. But this kiss turned frenzied. Heated. And in a matter of seconds she was putting everything she had into it and pushing me back towards the bed a little. She was incredibly eager considering what I'd just convinced her of. She pushed harder. She definitely wanted me to fall back on the bed. The taste of her lips almost outweighed my guilty conscious. Almost.

"Sweetie, Kim , what, what are you doing?" She looked nervous again but arched her eyebrow. She leaned in, and the kiss was slower this time, but just as passionate. She moaned into it and reached for the back of my head. Screw my bastard conscious. I leaned a little farther back into the bed, sort of taking her with me in the kiss. But before her feet came off the floor she pulled back. These decision changes were making my testicles throb. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly dropped to her knees. Before I could adjust the eyes that were popping out of my head, she put both hands on my zipper. Alarms were going off in fucking outer space. Looking in her eyes as she started to unzip my pants, realization hit me like a nuclear bomb. Dinner was gunna go a little differently tonight, and a hand job was soooooooo not on the menu.

"Kim, Kim ,….Kimby" I took hold of both her hands. She bit her lip again. She wasn't embarrassed this time, but almost apologetic. Like she didn't know the correct steps in this particular protocol. " Baby I …" I cupped her flushing cheek in my other hand. "All that shit I just said….I really meant it." She tilted her head and her eyes sparkled with a genuine smile.

"I know…………that's why I want to."

"Really, we don't have to do anything. I love you so much it…" OH MY GOD. HAND ON MY ON MY DICK. The feeling was super intensed like it had never been before. My dick knew. Little Jared fucking knew that something special was coming for desert. No pudding for you tonight my friend. Tonight we dine on crème Brule that tastes like the back of her throat. I only have so much control in the first place when it comes to her. I couldn't even stop her if I tried. She unleashed the beast, and I was already so hard it bounced out of my pants. She leaned forward and like the last nail in the coffin of my self discipline, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip.

"Oh shit." I had to lean my head back and close my eyes. If I saw her do that again, I would immediately spurt a half gallon of the saltiest juice I had, right in her beautiful face. Something my body had been holding back for a special occasion. When I looked back down at her she was still holding my dick, waiting to say something.

"I don't, I don't……. I want you to help me. Just tell me what to do." Before I could answer she bent down again and sucked the head back into her mouth. It was harsh, but wonderful. She took a few minutes and just worked on the head. Every once in while looking up at me to make sure she was doing it right. Besides the few escaped moans though my hanging open mouth, I couldn't say a thing. She stopped her menstruations and looked up at me. "Umm, how much of it am I suppose to put in my mouth?" Jigga-what? Nomatter how much I talked shit to everyone else, I'd never realized till this moment how much I shielded her from the dirty stuff. She knew so little about the naughty things in life. I really didn't know how to respond.

"Well..ummm…well you see.." I brought my hand up and started rubbing the back of my neck. "It's really more what your comfortable with, don't……well don't do anything you don't want to." She looked puzzled and then just the tiniest bit upset.

"Well how much did they put in?" She had to bring them up at a time like this. Yes, I'd gotten head before. And yes, to my absolute horror, Kimmy found out about it. Fuck Paul and his smug twatty mouth. "Baby, this is completely different. I told you, my life before you….shit. Everything you do is…..you're perfect." She took this in strife and leaned forward. As soon as I felt those luscious lips touch my skin, I had to lean my head back again. This time, she lapped at me with her tongue, to ease my dick more into her mouth. It was all wet and warm. Her mouth was soft, silky even. This was gunna be quick.

Relaxing her jaw, she started swallowing me back inch by inch. There was no bobbing motion. She was just slowly taking me in, seeing how far she could go. With each fucking New York minute I was getting deeper in her mouth. I told myself I wouldn't look, but I had to. She was gripping my thigh with one hand and holding the base with the other. Her hair was flipped behind her shoulders, and all I could see was the skin of her neck and chest. Her lashes were closed over her hollowed, beautiful cheeks. And the little bit of my dick left out her mouth was glistening with the wetness she was slathering it with. NOPE, nope that's enough looking. Back to closing my eyes and pretending I wasn't a whisper away from cumming hard into her mouth. And then, she was the end of me. I could tell she was breathing through her nose to try and calm her gag reflex but by god, my dick encountered the hot, sweet softness of her throat.

"OH , oh …oh Kim, please.." She blinked a couple of times then slowly took me out. Coughing a little at the end. She wouldn't look at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

"Woah, woah, woah. Sweetheart. You were, that was,….. I just didn't want to do it your mouth."

"Oh." She didn't look troubled anymore. She was determined for half a breath and then leaned in again, going to right to work. I wasn't prepared this time. She took my dick as far back into her mouth as was comfortable and then started to bob her head.

"Oh my (breath) fucking (breath) guha-god!" She was speeding up. It felt glorious. In and out. Hot and wet. Going faster and faster I started to feel the graze of her teeth when slipping out. I lightly stroked the back of her head.

"Just a little slower baby, longer." She complied, slowing down the muscles in her mouth. She started working her tongue again. Licking the bottom of my shaft, almost rolling her tongue as my tip slipped out. Each time she'd take it back in, she'd use a little teeth. I stopped giving her vocal commands, realizing she could figure out what felt good by my obscene moaning. This was building. Thinking about her doing this. Seeing her lips swollen around my cock . Imagining doing this to her perfect soaking pussy.

"Oh ……Oh god….yea……..oh yea." She sped up ever so slightly. Every time my dick was pushed into the hilt, she started swallowing. Engulfing it with her tight mouth. "Oh, baby…I'm not ….I'm almost" I was trying to warn her but she started sucking harder. I couldn't hold back anymore. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. Reaching out, I grabbed her hair at her scalp. Not pulling, but firmly tugging. I had to tell her, this was it. She reached up with her free hand and started stroking my balls.

"Kim……Kim…..Oh Kim." Faster still. In her mouth. Deeper and deeper in her mouth. "That's it baby. Oh yea." She was sucking me so hard I didn't even smell it coming. A wafting beautiful onslaught of Kimby's scent permeating the air. It was hot and delicious. Just knowing what she was doing was making her cunt so wet. And then, she looked up at me and took me all the way to the back of her throat. DING! My hands in her hair were shaking as I exploded in her mouth. One long spurt I could feel shooting down my shaft. A second spurt. It was blinding red behind my eyelids. And a third and fourth spurt making my knees wobbly and my dick tingle. After stilling for a few moments and catching my breath, I looked back down at her. She wasn't moving. I could tell she didn't know if I was done. Between exhausted breaths I nodded. She, very carefully, slid me out of her mouth. If I'd had anything left, I would have jizzed again at the feeling. When the head popped out a little bit of my cum dribbled out on her bottom lip. Her cheeks were puffy like she was holding her breath. So when she quickly sprung up and ran to the bathroom across the hall, I knew she was just spitting out and not to be concerned.

My whole body was tickly like it was asleep. I fell back into the bed and covered my eyes with my arm. The light in the room was even too much. That was…..the most incredible thing…..I've ever felt. She came back in, much more concerned about the noise of her steps now that she wasn't in a hurry. Without picking my head off the bed, I waved her over. She snuggled next to me and layed her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and just starred at my ceiling, practically fucking glowing from what just happened. She giggled.

"So …I guess it was ok?" she was fishing for affection from her job well done.

"That was….that was….you're amazing." We hugged a little tighter for a minute and I kissed her forehead. She was perfect.

We layed there holding each other for a few minutes and I didn't want her to leave when she finally let go and started getting up. We kissed a few more times as I tried to finagle her back into bed. But after saying I love you for the hundredth time, I picked my sweet lady up and leaped out the window to her automobile.

When I woke up the next morning, it was really early. Like insanely early. The time of morning where you can only see sunrise in the distance and the sky was still mostly black. Dew on the grass and birds chirping and all that shit. Yuck. I must be too excited to sleep in my post orgasmic glow. My feet were already bouncing at the end of the bed. I jumped out and headed down stairs to the kitchen. Pops was sitting at the table drinking coffee, with his tie loosely hanging over his shoulders. I hadn't been up early enough to see him go to work in forever. I headed for the pantry for some cereal. He was mulling over the funnies and had both his sleeves rolled up. You can take the blue collar off the man, but you can't take it out…, well you get it. He said his hello without looking up from the paper.

"Jared"

"Dad" We both sat in the room for a few minutes doing our own thing. After putting his mug in the sink, he looked at me and held in his breathe like he wanted to say something. I looked at him and waited. After a moment, he just shook his head and chuckled, and then patted my shoulder. This was my dad, a man of very few words. He started rolling up his sleeves as he assembled his briefcase and work stuff.

"I left the bucket and scraper outside….And I think the gloves are still in the laundry room." Wait what? He was talking gibberish.

"Oh, and I put the ladder up against the house already. It should only take you a couple of hours; the gutters aren't really that full." I didn't like what he was implying. Normally he had me do stuff he physically couldn't, but this was straight bitch work. He was finishing his tie at this point. "Also, I'm thinking about taking your mother to dinner tonight, and it would be nice if you watched your brothers while we're out." A man won't stand to be treated this way.

"Dad, I have patrol later. And I'm probably going back to bed..."

"Jared, don't make me ask you again." He wasn't hard a man, but when my dad meant it, you didn't fuck with him."

"Uggh ok, fine whatever….but I'm not watching Fisting Nemo again." He put on his jacket and then headed for the door. He smiled a little to himself and then turned to me again.

"And umm, you don't have to put the latter away when you're done. You can just leave it where it is. I might…( again he chuckled) well I might need it later."

He was acting a little weird. I took a bite of my cereal.

"Ok, bye dad" He was midway out the door before he paused and looked back at me.

"Oh and Jared…..the next time she leaves muddy footprints in the hallway, I'm waking your ass up and making you clean it yourself." The door slammed closed at the same time the milk in my mouth was spit across the table and I gagged on my spoon.

Outside, sure enough the bucket and scrapper were waiting for me. But the ladder wasn't next to the kitchen like I thought it would be. I made it almost all the way around the house and when I saw it, I chuckled too. Our sturdy steel ladder was propped up next to my window in the place of the flimsy, half destroyed lattice work.

My dad was my fucking hero.

***Oh ppl, it was awkward, and embarrassing, and everything they never mention in the movies. And if any of you say your first time wasn't exactly like it, you are lying through your teeth. But mostly, please review. I really don't want to hold the next one hostage. ***