Kristen grabbed her bag and headed into the house. "Can I take a shower real quick? I feel icky."
"Sure, love. Want company?"
"Um...only if you want to. I mainly just want to get clean real quick cause I'm all sweaty."
He nodded. "That'd be nice, actually."
Kristen hesitated in the bedroom, finally setting her bag on the cedar chest under the window and pulling a smaller bag from it to take into the bathroom with her. She smiled nervously and followed him in.
In the small room, Kristen avoided Mark's eyes, removing her clothing slowly and folding each piece neatly on the counter, before grabbing a handful of little bottles from her back and joining him in the shower. A gentle glow still surrounded her, lending a soft gold light to the white-tiled enclosure.
Mark coaxed her into turning her back and carefully washed her hair, fascinated by the sparkling play of water over the luminescent curls. Kristen was quiet while he bathed her and himself, suddenly shy, never having experienced the pleasure of intimacy untinted with sexual tension.
He stepped out first, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her. She smiled, holding the towel tight about her breasts. Sensing her need for space, he took his own towel into the bedroom and waited for her to emerge.
She came out several minutes later, her wet hair hanging loose down her back, wearing an oversized t-shirt that went down to her knees. She looked about 8 years old, and quite cute. Mark asked quietly, "So, what did you want to show me?"
Tucking her feet underneath her, she sat on the bed, holding a little cloth-wrapped bundle from her bag. She nibbled her lower lip, looking up at him shyly. "Sit down?" she asked, patting the bed beside her.
Mark sat next to her, close but not touching.
Kristen looked down at her hands, turning the little bundle around and around as she began to explain. "When I started kindergarten, I didn't know that there was anything unusual about just having a dad. I don't remember ever even thinking of my mother before that. Daddy never mentioned her, and of course a five year old doesn't know how babies are made. For all I knew he bought me at Sears." She smiled, shaking her head and peeking up at Mark briefly.
"Anyway," she went on, "Daddy had to work, so Vanessa...his secretary . . . took me to school the first day. A little girl asked me, 'Is that pretty lady your mommy?' and she looked so disgusted . . . 'Absolutely not.' That's what she said. Not just 'no', but absolutely not. And the teacher smiled at me, and took the little girl aside and I heard her tell her that Kristen didn't have a mommy, and that they mustn't talk about it because it would make her sad."
Kristen's eyes were back on her hands as continued, "And all the other kids were picked up at the end of the day by their moms. And they were all so exicted and so happy, and a mommy looked like such a wonderful thing to have, and I started to wonder why I didn't have one, and I kinda decided I must have been really bad or something, because Vanessa didn't want to be mine." She grinned impishly, "I figured out a lot later that Vanessa is horrified by the idea of being pregnant and losing her figure."
She fell silent for a long moment, and Mark wondered whether she actually would go on, but finally she swallowed hard, then spoke again, "So when Daddy got home, I told him that I would be really, really good forever and ever if I could have a mommy, too. And he got real quiet, and then he started crying."
Mark felt his own heart break at the catch in Kristen's voice, but sat quietly, listening, wanting to let her finish if she could.
"And he told me that I did have a mommy, but that she was so beautiful and kind that the angels had taken her to live in heaven and be one of them, but that she was still my mother, and always would be. And he gave me this picture, so that I would know she was real. And I could keep it by my bed always, to remind me."
Kristen was unwrapping the picture frame as she talked, and she handed it to him. "Anyway...this is my mother. She died when I was six weeks old, and I've never shown anyone her picture. I don't talk about her, not even with Daddy, because it makes him cry."
The woman in the photo was exquisitely beautiful. Her features and Kristen's were close to identical, though the woman's were more mature and she was slightly more delicately boned. Her skin was the same creamy white as her daughters, but her eyes were a startling sapphire blue, and her long, thick hair was straight and gleaming black. She was smiling at the photographer as if he were the most wonderful, amazing thing in the world and holding a bouquet of white roses.
"Daddy took the picture, but he doesn't do photography anymore." Mark examined the photo closely, looking for any signs of the sort of glow that still surrounded Kristen, but with the woman's coloring and the lighting of the photo, it was impossible to tell. "She's beautiful. Just like you."
Kristen smiled, taking the picture back. "My teachers always wondered why, when I drew angels, I always drew them with black hair."
"I can see why."
"My dad started dating again a couple of months ago." She frowned. "He only dates blondes now."
"I can understand why," Mark said softly.
"Well, I can't. If he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, why does he date over-inflated, over-made-up, loud, blonde women? Why doesn't he try to find someone like her?"
"Because that would remind him too much of her, perhaps? He could never replace her, Kristen, and it sounds like he's being smart enough not to try."
Kristen stared at the picture for a moment. "I don't think she would like them. I don't like them, either."
"I'm sorry. Kristen, think about it for a second. If he loved your mother the way I think he did, for the last fourteen years it's been like a stab in the gut everytime he's seen a woman with straight black hair. How could he date a woman who did that to him whenever he looked at them?"
She shook her head. "It's not just their looks. They're just...wrong. They're loud. And shallow. And they don't care about him at all."
Thoughtfully, Mark offered, "Maybe he's not looking to fall in love again."
Kristen sighed. "I think he's thinking of proposing to the last one, Mark, and she hated me."
He flinched. "Ouch. That's not good."
"And I don't know why. He never seemed to really care before. He never said he wanted to get married again, or anything."
"That's odd. Has anything else changed since a couple of months ago?"
"Not really. Well, he started spending more time in town and less at home, but that's probably because he's dating again."
"Huh. I don't know, love."
Shaking her head, she wrapped her picture back up and tucked it gently into her bag. "I don't either. I just thought a man might know why another man was being dumb." She returned to the bed, sitting beside him. "I wonder what life would have been like if my mother had lived. Do you think she'd like me?"
"Gods, yes, love. She'd love you."
"I'm not exactly an angel, you know." She grinned impishly at him. "You ought to, anyway."
He leaned close and kissed her foreheat. "You're enough of an angel for me, love."
She blushed, then nibbled her bottom lip again, something he'd come to realize was a sure sign of her nervousness. "Um...I get to sleep with you, right? In the same bed?"
Mark looked at her confused. "Of course. Why wouldn't you?"
Kristen shrugged, blushing. "Just...making sure it doesn't bother you or anything."
"Why would it?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
She shrugged again. "I guess a lot of guys can't sleep if there's someone with them."
Mark shook his head, even more confused. "Why do you think that?"
"Cause they always sent me home so they could sleep."
Mark sighed, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry, Kristen."
"You really don't mind?" she asked timidly, "I mean, it's your bed."
He drew away slightly to look down at her face. "Kristen, I WANT to sleep with you. I want to feel your body snuggled up to mine as I fall asleep."
She sighed happily and cuddled up to him.
He pulled her close, kissing her hair. "Ready for bed?"
"Mmhmm," she murmured, eyes already closed.
Mark tilted her chin up, kissing her tenderly. "Do you want to do...anything, or would you rather sleep?"
"What would you like?"
"Well, I did mention licking your pussy...would you like that?" He paused. "And, love, if you aren't interested, if you just want to sleep, that's fine too. Just tell me."
She hesitated before answering, "I don't need to, but I don't not want to, either. Does that make any sense?"
He nodded. "Yes. Would you like to? Would you enjoy it?"
Kristen seemed a bit at a loss. "I don't know. I've never tried it when I wasn't desperate for it."
Mark smiled. "Sounds like something worth exploring, don't you think?"
"Okay..." Kristen smiled curiously.
Mark nudged her over onto her back, and moved down to her feet, nibbling on her toes. She giggled as he made his way upwards, licking his way from feet to thighs.
Kristen sighed happily and let her legs fall apart as Mark's mouth found its target. He licked her gently, sucking her cunt lips into his mouth and carefully nipping them with his teeth, then lapping slowly across her clit. She arched her back, pressing hard against his mouth and he ran his tongue teasingly down the wet slit, dipping for just a second into her moist cunt, then sliding down to lick quickly across her ass.
Mark applied himself diligently to his task. Kristen was more relaxed, more willing to accept pleasure than he'd ever seen her. She made not even a token protest or subtle attempt to wriggle around and distract him. Delighted with the opportunity to devote himself to pleasuring her, he did his best to stretch out the experience, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. He brought her right to the edge and kept her there as she writhed beneath his tongue. Kristen whimpered and buried her hands in his hair as, over and over again, he teased her nearly to orgasm and then backed away, not letting her actually come.
He kept her on edge for most of an hour, until she was wild with need, tossing her head and shuddering with every touch. Finally, with a firm stroke of his tongue, he let her come. She tightened her fists in his hair, unconsciously pulling him viciously into her cunt as she came. She screamed, wrapping her legs around his head and rolling around on the bed. Her strong thighs held him tightly as he kept licking and the spasms didn't stop.
Mark licked fast and hard, then soft and gentle, then fast again, and Kristen held her breath, muscles convulsed tight. After several minutes, she stopped holding him to her, and started trying to squirm away instead.
Mark let her push him away and sat up, grinning. "What do you think.
Kristen sprawled on the bed, too weak to move. "Mmmm."
He crawled up the bed and took her in his arms, bending his head for a kiss. She returned it softly, her little tongue licking across his lips. Mark sighed happily and nibbled at her lower lip. "Enjoy?" he breathed against her lips.
She pulled back, smiling into his eyes. "Oh yes! That was wonderful."
"I'm glad you liked it. Was it better, doing it without distraction?"
She considered for a moment before answering. "It was...different. I could just let go, not worry about anything."
"Nice, wasn't it? Want me to do it again?"
Laughing, she shook her head. "I think I pulled every muscle in my legs, love." She hesitated, her face turning sober as she traced little circles on his chest with a fingertip. "Mark?"
"Will you lay very, very still for me?" Kristen practically purred.
He licked lips suddenly gone dry at the tone in her voice. "Sure, love."
She smiled and pressed on his shoulders. As he obediently lay back, she straddled him and leaned forward, nuzzling the side of his neck. Starting with the sensitive skin beneath his ears, she proceeded to kiss, lick and nibble every square inch of his body except his groin.
Mark fought to lay still, his cock standing straight up, hard and aching as she teasingly licked the tender skin at the crease of his thigh. Nudging his legs apart, Kristen slipped between them, spreading them wide. Her silky hair fell over his cock as she knelt and brushed a feather-light kiss across his balls.
Mark gasped, his whole body tense with the effort of staying still.
Unseen, Kristen smiled, then nuzzled into the underside of his balls, her tongue flicking out to lick his perineum.
He stiffened, moaning, clenching his fists in the sheet as she nuzzled deeper, pressing her mouth against him. She nibbled gently at that little ridge of skin, and Mark's legs began to quiver.
She bit harder, though not quite hard enough to actually hurt, as she ran her tongue over the bit that she'd caught between her teeth.
"Oh gods..." Mark's voice was a strangled whisper.
She released the captured flesh and licked fractionally lower.
Mark gasped. "What are you...oh my gods...oh!"
Kristen nipped at the tender flesh around his asshole, running her tongue up and down the crack, but not quite touching, just teasing.
"Oh gods...please! Please, Kristen."
She blew warmly across his asshole, opening her lips and brushing them against the skin on either side. His entire body shuddered and she responded by flicking her tongue across his asshole for a fraction of a second, just once.
"Aaaah!" His back arched pleadingly. "Please...please..."
Kristen purred, her lips vibrating against his sensitive skin.
She nestled down between his legs, pressing her tongue flat against his asshole, hard, curling the tip to lick just underneath at the same time.
Mark screamed, his twitching cock glistening with precum. "Please! More!"
He whimpered as she slid the tip of her tonge into his asshole. "Oh, gods...please. Touch me, lick me...oh!"
She fucked his ass with her tongue, moving her hips rhythmically against the bed as she did so. Mark fought the almost unbearable urge to touch his cock as Kristen pulled back, raising up to her knees. "Please..."
She straddled his leg, pressing her hot, wet cunt against his shin, rubbing herself up and down his leg as her head descended to take his cock in her mouth. She slid it down her throat in one smooth movement.
Mark drew a sharp breath, fighting himself, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. Then he released it in a near sob as she reached between his legs and slid one slender finger up his ass. He shuddered, unable to stop himself.
Kristen moved her head up and down his cock, swallowing around its swollen head as it slid into her throat. She moved her finger slowly in his ass, sliding it gently in and out, her fingertip brushing his prostate with each inward stroke.
He moaned, tossing his head. "Oh...oh gods...close, love, so close! Just a little more..."
She buried her finger in him, pressing upwards and massaging in little circles. At the same time, his cock slipped all the way down her throat as her lips pressed tightly against his groin. He could feel her shaking against his skin, her cunt so hot that it almost burned his leg.
Mark arched off the bed, shaking, unable to even moan as the orgasm hit him and his cum shot down her throat. He screamed her name, his hands buried in her soft hair.
She swallowed fast as his pulsing cock stretched her throat. Shuddering, she pressed her cunt hard against his leg, drenching him with hot juices. Still quivering, she slid slowly off of his cock, pressing her tongue against him all the way, licking the head as she slipped her lips from it, making him jerk and gasp. She gave the head of his cock a final kiss and slid her finger from his ass and sat up beside him.
Mark stared at her. She was noticably brighter. Her eyes were almost painful to look at, their glow was so intense. He reached out to gently caress her cheek. "My gods. That was...was...wow." He shook his head. "I don't know where you learned that, but...I'm glad you did."
Kristen ducked her head shyly, concentrating intently on smoothing a wrinkle from the sheet by her knees. Mark frowned, wondering at the reason for her apparent uncertainty. "Are you okay?"
Still not looking at him, she asked, "You don't think it's, um..." She trailed off, nibbling her lower lip.
"You know. Sick. Perverted."
He shook his head firmly. "No. I don't think there's anything that people do consensually that's sick. Forcing someone, that's sick. Did you enjoy doing that?"
"For you, oh yes!" She blushed, a pink glow infusing the gold of her cheeks.
"Want me to do it to you sometime?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't like it?" Nervously, she shrugged. "I don't think so, it would make me uncomfortable." He tugged her up to lie next to him, pulling her into his arms. "Why would it make you uncomfortable?"
With a sigh, she snuggled close, burrowing her face into his shoulder. "I don't know, it just would."
Mark pulled the bedcovers over them. "Because you don't think I should have to do something like that?"
She shrugged again.
He turned to face her, tilting her chin up and kissing her. "Is that it, Kristen?"
She pulled away from him, nuzzling back against his chest. "I don't know. Maybe. It just does."
A gentle finger on her chin turned her face back to his. "Love, I don't ever want you to feel like you are less than me, or anything like that, ok? If I'm not interested in doing something, I'll tell you. If I am, I'll tell you that, too. You know, I've almost done that already, when I was going down on you, and you seemed to like it then"
"I know, but it's just different."
He looked at her for a moment, before nodding, not entirely satisfied, but not wanting to push her. "Okay. If you don't want me to, I won't." He hugged her tightly. "Ready for bed?"
Mark reached over to turn out the light, and was startled to find the switch already off. He blinked, then grinned. "Um. Okay, this is kinda amusing. Turning out the light could present a bit of a problem, however."
"What's wrong love?"
"Well, the overhead light is out, but not the one in my bed." He kissed her nose. "The one in my bed is quite beautiful, though."
"Oh! Is it that bright?" She looked down at her hands. "It is, isn't it. Hmm...wanna blindfold?" She blushed, blurting, "I look like a ghost!"
He smiled and shook his head. "No, you don't." He kissed her again and tenderly smoothed a flame-like strand of hair from her cheek. "I'll be okay. Goodnight, love."
Still blushing, she snuggled up close, pulling the covers up over everything but her face.
Mark pulled her close, treasuring the soft warmth of her body next to his as he drifted off to sleep.
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