Chapter XI
Johnny had fought his way out of the crowd and finally set sight on Bobby and Alex by the railing, locked in a kissing embrace. He smiled --genuinely happy that his longtime friend had finally found his perfect mate. "Well," Johnny corrected himself, "I guess he found her a while ago --I'm just glad he finally did something about it."
As he approchaed the couple, he shouted, "Damnit Goren! Get a room!" followed by a hearty laugh.
Johnny watached as Bobby and Alex began laughing while in this midst of thier kiss, then pulled apart to turn and give him a 'guilty' look.
"Did he know about this?" Bobby asked Alex, referring to the piercing.
As Alex shook her head 'no,'
Johnny asked, "Know about what?"
Bobby tossed his head in Alex's direction, prompting her to raise her top an inch or two, to show off her new pierced navel. Bobby was all smiles.
"Nice," Johnny said, nodding his head approvingly.
"You guys wanna look around some more?" Alex asked.
"Nah," Johnny answered. "Actually, I just wanted to find you guys and tell ya -- those buddies of mine I met back there," he gestured with his thumb, "They're having a bar-b-que and invited us back to their house --they've got a pool."
Alex looked up at Bobby, already knowing what he wanted to do. She deferred to him for the decision making.
"Or, if you want," Johnny continued, "You two can go do whatever you want -- my buddies will gimme a lift home later." Johnny smiled and gave Bobby and Alex a suggestive wink. He, too, already knew what Bobby wanted to do.
"I-if you don't mind," Bobby said. "I think I've had enough sun for today. I think we'll just head back to your place."
"No problem," Johnny said, as he dug into his pocket to retrieve the house keys for Bobby.
Johnny tossed them and Bobby snatched the jingling keyring out of the air with his left hand. "Thanks," Bobby said.
"All right, I'm gonna get back to the guys. See ya later," Johnny said. He began walking back, then turned and gave Bobby one last wink and a 'thumbs up' signal. They could still hear his laughter as he disappeared back into the crowd.
Alex slapped at Bobby's arm as he tried to pull her back into a hug. "You know, this is the first time I'm meeting your friend --he's gonna think I'm a nympho or somthing," she teased.
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Once back at the apartment, Bobby and Alex were barely in the door when Bobby grabbed hold of her, from behind, encircling her with his arms and bending his head to whisper in her ear. "I wanna see it -- now," he playfully demanded. His breath and the way his whiskers tickled her ear sent shivers down her neck and arm.
He lowered his hands and found the bottom of her cami, then began raising it slowly up her body. Alex lifted her arms as Bobby slid the silky material overhead, then spun her around so he could admire her naked-from-the-waist up body. He ran his hands down her arms as his hungry eyes delighted in the sight of her breasts and her newly-adorned tummy.
He began kissing her and walking forward, forcing her to take steps backwards, towards their guest bedroom.
Once in the room, he closed and locked the door. His eager hands immediately reached for the button and zipper of her skirt, and when it dropped to her ankles, Alex stepped out of it, to the side.
Bobby looked her over, longingly, then gently took her shoulders and spun her around, so she was facing the bed. She instinctively bent forward, supporting herself on the mattress with her arms.
Alex knew he was delighting in this "ritual", so she remained quiet and let Bobby maneuver her however he saw fit.
She felt his warm, soft fingers gently pull at the top of her panties, lowering them to mid-thigh, exposing her firm, round ass to him. Then his fingers pulled at the corners of the tape. As the bandage lifted, she felt the cool rush of air against her skin. She wished she had a mirror so that she could see his expression.
"I-it's...it's perfect. I-it looks so, so sexy," he whispered.
"Now you know how I felt, the first time I saw your chest," Alex teased.
He dared not touch it, but ran his finger around the perimeter, just looking --admiring.
Mentally, Bobby loved the idea of he and Alex sharing their tattoo design. He loved what it stood for: it stood for them-- everything about them and between them; it honored their partnership, friendship, successes at MCS, their future together --their bond for eternity and now, their love.
What surprised Bobby was the intensity of the physical effect and reaction that seeing it had upon his body. He knew that men are more driven by visual stimulation than women generally are, "But this is ridiculous," he thought to himself, as he felt the blood rush to his groin. "It's a good thing she didn't let me see it back at the tattoo shop. I would've had to fuck her right there," he laughed to himself.
He stepped closer to Alex, his large, warm hands spread around her hips, pressing his growing erection against her, rubbing himself against her as he looked at the artwork and got turned on even more.
Of course, Alex felt Bobby's growing need, as rough denim scratched against her butt. She pressed back against him, for harder contact, signaling that she wanted it too.
When she felt his hands leave her sides, she knew what was coming. She listened as Bobby quickly undid his jeans and dropped them to the floor, followed instantly by his boxers. As his right hand reached from behind, between her legs, she spread her feet. His fingers reached their destination, confirming the warm wetness he'd been hoping for. He held her left hip with his left hand, and with his right, guided his rock-hard manhood into her.
He controlled his pace; withdrawing and plunging rhythmically, purposely taking his time so his visual and physical pleasure would last. Aside from admiring the symbol of love near Alex's perfect little ass, he now had the added stimulous of watching his cock as it disappeared into her, then reappear, glistening with her womanly juices. He was so turned on, he needed to distract himself so he wouldn't cum.
He began thinking and realized that he got a type of emotional satisfaction from seeing the artwork on his partner/friend/lover. It wasn't a "power" thing; it certainly wasn't an "ownership" thing. "It's belonging," Bobby finally realized. "After all these years...the wondering and waiting and hoping...she belongs to me because she wants to. That's what makes her mine...because she chooses to be."
The physical sensations he was feeling, combined with his thoughts and the realization of being wanted by her, loved by her, was enough to push him over the edge. Before he even realized, it was too late to stop it from happening. He groaned as gush after gush of his hot fluid love filled her core.
When the waves of his pleasure ended, he leaned forward over her, supporting his weight with his right hand, while his left hand ran through her hair and turned her face towards his. He kissed her, as best and deeply as he could at the awkward angle.
"I love you, Alex," his breathlessly whispered. "You'll always be mine," he panted, then kissed her again.
In the night ahead, he reclaimed her as his own time after time.
END Chapter XI