We were a perfect fit. I could tell she had temporarily given up on her deep-throat quest and was glad. I was surprised she could fit as much into her tiny mouth as she did.
Her lips and tongue were more than enough, along with the gentlest hands I have ever felt. I decided I was going to stop holding back. For some reason I felt that it bothered her when I didn't cum. "oh, well" I figured I had plenty so why not share?
She was using one hand to play with my balls and when she felt them contract she pulled back to wrap her lips around the head of my cock. I sent an extra large load into her waiting mouth.
She really enjoyed this it seemed because she mashed her twat on my face and began to moan. When she did I rubbed her g spot with my tongue again. Let me tell you, having someone scream on your dick after you have just cum walks a fine line between pleasure and pain!
She finally released me and turned around, falling limply on my chest and kissing me tenderly. "Thank you", she said. "That was amazing! I must be getting better at that. I made you cum that time. I was afraid I was doing it wrong."
"Babe" I said, you've been fantastic at everything. I was just trying to conserve ammunition so I could keep up with you. It feels go good when we make love that I don't want it to end, that's all. I won't do that anymore because I've found out that it's just as wonderful to hold you afterwards."
I was baffled when she held me tight and started crying on my shoulder. Then she looked up, kissed me once again, and said "you say the sweetest things!"
As we lay there wrapped around one another she started asking some strange questions. First about Jan, and the things we had done (which I wouldn't answer), then about why I didn't like girls with big boobs.
I explained that it wasn't that didn't like them. It's just that I thought that huge breasts made some women look strangely unbalanced or mismatched to me. I told her that if she was a 36C (which she would be in 3 or 4 years) with purple hair I would have still wanted her.
Usually when I saw a woman with large breasts the first thought I had wasn't about sex, it was sympathy. I actually felt sorry for them because I imagined that it had to be rough to carry the things around all day.
I tried to explain that it was the same way with hair color. I was just attracted more to red and black. It was like it was a natural instinct or something.
She looked thoughtful before saying "I guess it makes sense, I was just curious" with a mysterious smile. We had two for the road (one in bed, one in the shower) before she left for home around four, tired but happy.
I wandered down to the house and saw my mom staring into space in the kitchen and the phone on the floor. "Mom, what's wrong!" I said. She shook her head and told me she didn't know. The doctor had just called and told her they had to run more tests and he wouldn't tell her why. She was worried that they had found something even worse.
I asked as calmly as I could where the doctors' number was and she pointed at the bulletin board. I dialed it and asked for Dr. Mitchum. When he finally got on the line I said in the most adult voice I could manage "Dr. Mitchum, this is Matt Sussmann and you have just made someone very important to me extremely frightened. What did you say to her? Did you give her the test results or just scare the hell out of her for no apparent reason?"
He blustered for a bit, saying there was just a problem with the results and the tests needed to be performed again.
When he admitted that he hadn't given the results of the tests already performed to my mother I said "she is entitled to the results of these tests and you will give them to her. If they need to be run again that's fine.
But you will not hold them back from her. It is not ethical to do so." He tried to complain and actually slipped once about getting patients hopes up but eventually he agreed and I handed the phone to my mom.
After the initial "hello" she didn't say another word until "I understand, thank you for telling me" and hanging up the phone. I hugged her and she started bawling.
After she calmed down I walked her to the table and helped her sit down before getting her one of the awful diet sodas she drank. In a monotone she said that the doctor had told her that the tests had all come back negative this time.
It was like the cyst had never existed. He also said that since the previous tests had shown clear existence of a large growth there must have been some sort of mistake made.
I asked how she was feeling and she smiled and told me that for some reason since yesterday both she and my dad felt better than they had in years. I smiled back and replied "don't you believe in miracles?"
I went to the park early so I could watch the soccer game. When I arrived I saw Jeff was already there. "Hey dude" I said "drop by to see your lady kick some balls?"
He grinned and said "yep, same as you." We leaned on the fence and watched in silence as the teams warmed up.
Our team was the "Aardvarks" (I know but that's what the girls picked, o.k.?) were playing the "Cheetahs" Paula was the goalie and Sue was in the middle somewhere (I haven't a clue about the game) Paula had told me they had only lost once and that by a score of 2-1 so I figured they must be pretty good.
The longer I watched the more impressed I was. Paula was amazing! She was all over the place! It seemed like she could get to every ball with her height, speed, and agility.
She stopped every shot with what seemed like ridiculous ease, and Sue was pretty good too, scoring twice and getting an assist before what I assumed was halftime.
They ran over to us and our respective "better halves" gave us a kiss, to the amusement of their teammates. "Wow, you are awesome!" I said, "You're like a sexy red-haired Tasmanian Devil out there! And Sue's a regular Speedy Gonzales the way she blows by everybody! How'd you guys ever lose a game?"
Sue cocked he thumb at Paula and said "she wasn't here for that game."
Paula looked upset and replied "I couldn't help it. Somebody had to be home for my mom and dad was on a business trip he couldn't get out of."
Sue quickly said "hey, I didn't say it was your fault that we lost! You did what you should have done!"
Paula looked at Sue and smiled weakly "thanks Speedy, we'd better go"
Sue came back with "Let's go get 'em Taz!" and they ran back to their team. I found out as we watched the rest of the game, which "our" team won 6-2 (They pulled the starters), that Paula and Jeff's mother had breast cancer.
I didn't really know them before and decided I'd have to meet Mrs. O'shea and hope the Norns hadn't loosened that particular thread yet.
The girls returned the favor by watching our game. I didn't have to do too much. I was filling in at shortstop because the guy that usually played there was pitching.
I had taught him how to throw a curve and a slider. The other team only got a guy past 1st base once. I had 2 doubles and a triple. Jeff had a homer and a double and we won 7-0.
Paula acted shocked and scared when I asked if I could meet her parents. "What! Most guys would be scared to death of meeting a girl's folks and you WANT to?" I told her I wanted her to meet mine so it was only fair. She said she'd ask if I could have dinner with them and call me if it was alright.
It didn't take long for Paula to call. The phone was ringing when I walked in the door. When I answered it she was gushing "be here at 5, o.k.?" I got in that I would (almost) before she kept going "it was so weird!
I barely asked if you could eat with us before my mom said yes! She even asked if I knew what your favorite food was! I was afraid she'd freak out when I asked if I could invite a boy over here!"
When she stopped to take a breath I managed to get a word in. "That's great!" I said. "And tell her to make sure to not make anything special. I'll be there at five and tell your mom I said thanks for saying yes, o.k.?" She promised she would.
I conned AL into running an errand for me while I took a shower and changed into some decent clothes before heading to Paula's house.
She met me outside the door with a quick kiss before leading me in. I had hands behind my back and extended one of them with a single red rose, earning a longer kiss.