Fran needs to leave town!

For Fran and Maxwell, things couldn't be better . They enjoy their fresh love. Both had never been so in love before. Now, they often meet at quiet places where they could be undisturbed. Then they lie in each other's arms forever. Fran feels more comfortable with him every day. Her initial insecurity had disappeared. She trusts him completely and knows he would never force her to do anything.

One day on a beautiful sunny day. They drive out of town. First, they go for a walk, then under a big tree, they spread out a blanket and snuggle close together. Fran wears a short blouse that keeps exposing her belly. She folds her arms and put them under her head. Maxwell can't take his eyes off her. Her skin looks so delicate and soft. He carefully places a hand on her bare belly. Checking to see if he senses any discomfort from Fran, he stares at her. But Fran has her eyes shut and seems totally relaxed. Gently he starts to carress her skin. She feels wonderful. As he strokes her, she sighs in content. His hands feel so good. Fran fervently hopes he won't stop too soon. But Maxwell doesn't even think about stopping. He keeps massing with his fingers over her belly up to her bra. Fran enjoys his tenderness. Then she feels his lips on hers. She returns his kisses with all her love.

"My Francine, you are so sweet and your skin feels so soft. Mhhh, you smell so good."

"Oh Max, you are so sweet and wonderful."

They kiss over and over again! Out of one mouth, they whisper, "I love you! Multiple times. Maxwell gathers his courage and begins to cover her belly with kisses and let his tongue wander over her stomach. Fran feels an unfamiliar heat fleeding through her body. She hardly understands what's happening to her. Her breathing is getting faster and she moans softly. Fran is overcome by an incredible desire like never before. She craves for his caresses and at t the same time, she barely stand them.

"Mh Max...ah that feels so good... Oh Maax."

She presses herself against him, her moans growing louder. Maxwell notices what's going on with her. He eases off her belly. He definitely doesn't want to overwhelm or distress her. He takes her in his arms and kiss her face lovingly. Fran calms down again, but she still longs for him. Her hands slips under his polo shirt. Each explores the other's body with their hands while their lips can't split. They both loose all their sense of time.

But eventually it was time to make their way home. On the drive back to the city, both are unusually quiet. Each is captured by his own thoughts. Only when they stop in front of the Kent mansion Fran regains her voice. She hugs him and gives him a long kiss.

"It was incredible. Promise me it will always be like this!" He takes her face in his hands.

"I promise, and it will be even more beautiful." Fran smiles happily at him.

"The Kents are leaving about six-thirty. They are invited for dinner. Will I see you later?"

"Of course!"

After one last kiss, Fran gets out of the car. Before entering the house, she peeks at her watch. Thank God she was on time.

"Ah Miss Fine, good that you are here. The girls will be home in half an hour. You know, you're eating alone with them tonight. You may have pudding for dessert. Just make sure the girls don't go to bed too late!"

"Of course Mrs. Kent!" Fran's almost up the stairs.

"Just a minute, Miss Fine. Here's a letter from your parents."

Fran doesn't know why, but a bad feeling tickles her. In a hurry she runs upstairs and tears open the letter. In addition to a handwritten note, an airline ticket also falls out of the envelope

Fran's eyes widenes in horror as she reads the letter. Her cousin Myra finally is getting married and Fran was supposed to be a bridesmaid. Her mother arranged with the Kents that Fran should fly home for a week. Normally, Fran would have let out cries of joy. But a whole week without Maxwell, she wouldn't survive. She already miss him when they part at night or don't see each other for a day. Now she should be without him for seven days. That was not fair. Only because of the love and happiness of her cousin she should renounce her own love. Fran throws herself on the bed and weeps bitter tears. Only when she hears the girls downstairs, she pulls herself together. She washes her face and tries to forget her sorrow.

Over the next few hours, her pain fades into the background. The girls keep her busy. In good spirits, they smear themselves with pudding and if Fran wouldn't react so quickly, a load would have landed in her face. She sighs with relief when Susan and Meredith lie finally in their beds fast asleep. As she prepares some tea for herself and Maxwell, her thoughts returns to her trip. She doesn't feel like going at all, but she couldn't think of a good excuse. Her mother would never let her miss a family celebration and how was she going to explain to the Kents that she doesn't want to go home. She fixes a tray and waits on the porch. She struggles with tears. How was she going to explain this to Maxwell. That they wouldn't see each other for a week.

Maxwell steps behind her, covers her eyes and tickles her neck with his nose. He gets irritated when Fran doesn't respond. She usually giggles and grunts when he does this. He turns her face to him and sees her tears.

"Hey Francine, my sweetheart, what's wrong with you?" Fran buries her face in his sweater. Sobs burst out of her.

"I got a letter from my parents. My cousin is getting married and they want me to come home for a week." Maxwell breathes a sigh of relief. For a second he feared Fran would have to go back to New York for good. He comforts Fran.

"But that's nice. You can see your family and your friends."

"But I don't want to. I want to stay herecwith you!" He doesn't like the idea of not being able to see Fran for several days either. However, he keeps his grief to himself.

"Oh come on, Francine. You'll have lots of fun, you can be pampered and lazy around at home!"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" asks Fran, offended. Maxwell pulls her close again.

"Nonsense! You silly girl! I'm going to miss you terribly and I will count the minutes and seconds until you're back and don't you dare to hook up with any of your numerous admirers." Fran laughes.

"They're all losers anyway. None of them can even hold a candle to you. You better behave yourself! Don't you dare go out with a stuck-up chick!" Maxwell screws up his face.

"No thanks, no interest!"

Satisfied, she snuggles up to him and starts kissing him with passion and non-stop. Only when they are both almost out of breath she let go of him.

"I must save up an enormous storage of kisses for the long time without you!"

Maxwell grins, only Fran could come up with such a crazy idea. He now kisses her in turn incessantly to fill up his kiss storage as well.

to be continued