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Chapter One

“Damn!” I swore. “How could a person get lost going back to their own hometown?” I hadn’t bothered with maps except to get near the right area. I figured I would remember the way once in the vicinity. I should have known better. I had definitely not inherited my mom’s knack for finding where she was going. In fact, I would call myself geographically challenged.

I guess considering that Mom and I had left when I was five might explain some things. Back then, I’d really known only how to using landmarks, not street names, to get to neighbor’s farms and into town, but landmarks change. I wouldn’t be returning even now, or rather, trying to return now, 25 years later, if it weren’t for my older brother.

Jason was two years older than me. When Mom had decided to leave and move from Iowa to Florida, Jason had stayed with Dad and I had gone with Mom, our family split down the middle. We had had no contact until I’d received an invitation to Jason’s wedding in the mail a month ago.

I really hadn’t planned to attend. When we had left, Mom had moved us to a nudist resort in Florida. Crystal Palms was a beautiful place. We had lived in a sweet, cozy double wide surrounded by billowing palm trees. It was a much different life than I might have led. We had only worn clothes to leave the resort, I had a perpetual, all-over tan, and my hair had lightened over the years from dishwater blonde to almost pure white. I didn’t think I’d fit in back home even though I’d love to see my brother get married.

Two weeks ago I’d changed my mind. I’d gone to visit my fiancé at his home to surprise him. We’d met a year ago and been engaged for six months. He was a businessman to whom my best friend had introduced me at a party. Well two weeks ago I’d been the one in for a surprise. I walked in quietly and heard sounds from the bedroom. I figured maybe he was watching some porn. I snuck in only to find my best friend Liza with her legs in the air over her head and my fiancé Steve with his cock buried in her pussy thrusting away. I stood there, my chin on the ground, for over a minute before they realized I was even there.

He’d tried to explain. Things like Liza had hit on him. He’d been weak. It would never happen again. It didn’t work. My trust was broken. I gave him his ring back and then began making travel plans. I’d needed to get out, a change of scenery. Two days ago I’d packed up the saddlebags and trunk on my sweet little glossy white Harley Softail, strapped on my suitcase, geared up and pulled out. Riding always calmed me, brought my spirits up. The open road, the wind, and the power beneath me all combined to restore my sense of freedom.

I’d never made a multi-state ride before however, and, to make things worse, I had gotten lost. I was dirty and tired by the time I found my way and pulled into the main street of my hometown. I got strange looks as I slowly made my way to the other side. Not many chicks in riding leathers on Harleys around here I guessed. That didn’t bother me though as memories came flooding back of shopping at the grocery with Mom, or carrying nails for Dad at the hardware store, or all four of us enjoying an ice cream at the soda shoppe. Some places were gone or replaced but most still there.

A strange feeling of belonging, of coming home passed over me as I revved out the other end of town passing the church and the elementary school. There would be no more getting lost now, I was on the right path. I sped up and ate up the miles toward the farm. When I was getting close I made a rash decision and turned off on a little dirt road that led into the woods behind our closest neighbor’s farm. Their son Noah, one year younger than Jason, had been his best friend way back when. Instead of blowing me off as a pesky little girl, they had let me join in their adventures. The three of us had been inseparable, until I’d had to leave.

I pulled to a stop parking my bike in a clump of willows just in case someone came by. I wanted to be alone. This had been our favorite place of all, Noah’s pond. It was lush and green and cool. The old rope swing was even still here. I stripped out of helmet, gloves, boots, leather jacket and clothes. I walked up to the rope naked as the day I was born. I had a flashback of two black haired little boys and a small blonde headed girl swinging, splashing and screaming together. Regret pierced my heart for a moment for what might have been if Mom and I had stayed. Then I smiled, took the rope in hand, swung out and let go.

With a splash, the cool water enveloped me. I popped to the surface with a smile. I loved the feel of water caressing my skin as I swam around. It was crisp and clean, the sky was blue with a hint of summer clouds, and it smelled like nature. I eventually climbed out and lay on a nearby rock to dry off in the last warm rays as the sun began to sink.

When I began to doze I knew I’d been here long enough. I began plaiting my hair in a braid and putting it up to keep it dry for one last quick dip. I hated putting my head into my helmet with wet hair. I waded slowly into the pond running my hands over my body as I did so. Over my large breasts, tweaking my nipples as I went, down over my tummy and my hips, I was not a toothpick but not oversized. I was just right for me and happy with myself, the kind of woman who looked good in a tankini but not a bikini.

My hands wandered lower yet to pet my slight bush, threading through my pussy hair and tugging gently. My fingers parted my folds and I caressed my clit. My eyes closed as sensations traveled up my spine. I cupped my fingers and pushed them up inside me pumping myself as the heel of my hand bumped my clit. I was cumming hard an instant later. My body was shaking and my mind blocked out the outside world…until I heard voices.

“Fucking hell!” I swore under my breath, broken from the spell I had woven. The male voices were coming closer. It sounded like two of them. I couldn’t be found like this, not here. Nudity was natural to me but not to the people who lived around here! I moved through the water into the curtain of sheltering branches of a weeping willow. Just in time too, as the two men who belonged to the voices came into view at the edge of the pond. They were staggering a bit and one appeared to have a beer bottle in his hand. In the meager light the only thing I could tell was that one was slightly taller, they were both dark headed, and they were built, muscular and strong. In my mind I named them Shorter and Taller. I struggled not to giggle.

I quietly listened as the shorter one started disrobing. “Tonight was your idea. Now I’m drunk, it’s getting late, and no girls. What happened to the stripper? I wanted to see naked girls!”

“I didn’t get a stripper. I told you that,” said Taller, sounding less drunk than his friend.

“Shows what a good friend you are!”

“I am a good friend. That’s why no stripper. Got you drunk early, now I can take you home to tuck you in early for a good night’s sleep. I know you can’t handle your alcohol.”

“Fine,” Shorter responded. “I’m swimming. You coming?” he asked as he shucked his underwear.

“Soon as I finish this beer,” responded Taller taking a seat in the grass at the edge of the pond.

Shorter stood up on the rock I had recently been lying on. I got a good view of his well-hung muscular form just before he dived in. He surfaced in the middle and began swimming around. My luck ran out just as he neared my hiding place. A fish chose that moment to nibble my breast surprising the crap out of me. I jumped and gave a small gasp. It was just enough. When I looked up again, I was looking into dark brown eyes.

“Oh, I see,” said Shorter. “No stripper, but he got me a mermaid!” He reached for my arm and pulled me from the covering branches. “What’s your name little mermaid?”

“Ariel,” I tossed back at him sassily, trying to pull out of his grasp.

“You’re hot Ariel. Such a nice gift.” He pulled me flush against him and lowered his mouth to mine. I was too shocked to protest, both at being called hot and that this stranger was kissing me.

I could feel his body responding to mine, his cock was pressing against me. His tongue invaded my mouth as his arms wrapped around me. My nipples, already sensitive from my own touch earlier sprang to life against his furry chest.

My brain had not stopped functioning as my body traitorously responded to the attention. A mermaid? Yes, he was drunk, but really? I had only ever had one sex partner in my life; I wasn’t loose and didn’t play around. I had discovered I enjoyed sex with my former fiancé until I had found him cheating. We had tried a little of everything and he was always careful and gentle with me. What would be the harm to play the Lorelei, just this once? I’d never see them again after tonight.

I wasn’t going to give in too easily but I did give myself over to the kiss. Oh yes, he had skills. He’d kissed girls before. His tongue swept into my mouth delving deeply as his hands caressed my back downward until he was cupping my ass, squeezing my cheeks.

I pulled back from him. “I’m not a mermaid. You can’t just grab me and kiss me.”

“Mmmmm, yes you are and yes I can. You’re a present and a delicious one. I want to taste more. Come with me.” He pulled me along through the water with him.

As we had been introducing ourselves, taller had come quietly into the water. I’d been so engrossed I’d heard nothing.

“Hey bro thanks for the surprise gift.”

“What are you talking about?” Taller asked.

“You got me a mermaid and she’s tasty. Want a nibble? I’ll share.”

“You’re crazy man. Mermaid?” Obviously Taller was much less drunk than shorter. As I was pulled forward and thrust into Taller’s arms I lost my balance. He caught me just before I could go under.

“Have I just caught myself a mermaid?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “Your friend is drunk. Thanks to you?”

“Me and an afternoon of beer,” he chuckled. “It’s for his own good. What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Ariel,” I answered promptly. “And yours?”

“I’m Erik and my friend is Sebastian then.”

“Oh ha ha,” I couldn’t help but grin.

“I don’t even know you damn it. I’ve never done anything like this before but I want to kiss you. May I?”

“You ask for what your friend took without permission. I’m not easy Erik, but yes, kiss me.” His lips descended to mine in a soft caress. It felt like I’d been zapped on my lips by static electricity. I’d never felt anything that intense from a kiss.

He pulled back from me a moment giving me a strange look. Had he felt it too? I stared into his green-blue eyes until his lips once again met mine. This kiss was not a caress like the previous one. It was an invasion, an attack, and I met it head-on. Our tongues met and twirled together in an odd ballet. My arms locked around his neck, my body pressed tightly to his.

I felt his cock pressing firmly against me. I was still stirred up from getting myself off so recently and the wetness I was feeling in my pussy now was not pond water. His fingers threaded through my hair pulling my head back as he moved down to kiss my neck.

As he nibbled there I felt Shorter behind me. His hands came around me to cup my breasts and tug at my nipples. I felt his cock wedged between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it up and down. Double team? My ex and I had tried anal a few times and I’d liked it, but two guys? Was I in deeper than I cared to be?

It didn’t matter. Tonight I was Ariel, a sea siren, and a water nymph. There was a first time for everything. I felt like the tasty morsel in the center of a sandwich. If there were not a whole lot of preliminaries I would be fine with it. I was feeling hot and needy.

“I want you Ariel,” Erik said in my ear. “I want this.”

“I don’t do this kind of thing Erik, but I want it too.”

“Come on then,” he said taking my hand and leading me to the shore, Shorter following with his hands on my waist. “Was it so he wouldn’t get lost,” I thought and giggled.

“What?” Erik asked.

“Do you think Sebastian will remember this in the morning? He’s pretty drunk.”

“I don’t know, but I will,” he answered seriously. I blushed.

Once at the shore he lay back in the cool grass. His cock stood invitingly tall from its own nest of grass. I knelt down and covered it with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head once then engulfed him deeply. He gasped in pleasure as I sucked.

I felt hands on my ass as Shorter was at me again. He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue laved my ass slit. He poked into my puckered hole making me groan. I needed filling…now. Getting up from my knees I straddled Erik. He didn’t touch me. I think he was giving me the chance to back out. I wasn’t going to. I’d made up my mind. I plunged my wetness down over him taking it all.

I sat there, propped by my hands on his chest and eyes closed, enjoying the full feeling. My ex had been much smaller. This felt good. I opened my eyes to see him grinning up at me. I liked the way his eyes glittered when he smiled; I smiled back and leaned down for a kiss. As our lips met once again, I felt Shorter’s hand spreading my ass cheeks and the tip of his cock at my backdoor. I’d done anal, yes, but never DP. I concentrated on the kiss as the tip of his cock eased slowly into my ass. As it slipped deeper in I deepened the kiss. When he was in all the way everything stopped for a moment. I gasped.

“Are you OK?” Erik asked.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “Just so full. It feels good. I’ve never felt it like this before.”

Then Shorter started moving pulling out slowly. I could feel every inch. He plunged back in which caused me to move on Erik. Their cocks seesawed inside me, rubbing everywhere. It was intense, and I cried out as I came. They kept pumping into me. It was almost like an odd ballet. I was riding Erik while Sebastian was riding me. They were both groaning, and I was whining as I felt tremors race up my spine. I was going to cum again even harder.

I exploded. I saw stars as lightening zinged through my limbs, my throbbing pussy spasmed around Erik’s cock. Shorter pulled out of my ass. I heard him groan as he came. He shot his load over my ass and up my back. I could feel the warm stickiness landing on me only to cool quickly in the night air. When he was done spurting he stumbled to the rock I had lain on. He lay down and was immediately snoring, so romantic.

I continued to ride Erik’s cock, admiring his control, surprised he had not cum yet. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, hugging him inside me. He grasped me tightly and pounded in one last time. With a deep moan he came. I could feel him spurting deep inside as I rocked on him trying to milk every drop he had to offer. When we were both spent, I lay on top of Erik not really wanting this to end. The cool night air wafted some pollen from a night blooming flower to my nose and I sneezed causing a very unglamorous ending as his cock and our juices squeezed right out of me. I turned red as a tomato. Thank goodness it was dark and he couldn’t see. I hopped up and made for the pond. Erik was right behind me. I got waist deep before he was able to stop me.

“Are you OK,” he asked once again.

“Do you really care or are you just being nice?” I bit out at him.

“May sound strange, but I do care. I don’t get it. I don’t know why. I felt a spark. I feel drawn to you.”

“I felt it too,” I admitted. “It was weird. But I’ve got to get cleaned up and get going. I have somewhere to be and I’m late.”

“Meeting someone?”

“Actually, yes,” I answered as I cleaned myself as well as possible. “And he’ll be worried I’m so late.”

“He? Oh, OK then, whatever,” he responded. He sounded dejected, deflated, like he’d been kicked in the gut. “Let me help you with your back so you can get going.” He helped me rinse the spunk from my back where I could not reach. “Listen, I’ve got a towel on the shore. I’ll get it for you.”

“Thanks,” I said as he waded to the bank. I finished cleaning and met him at the edge. He gave me the towel and I dried off.

When I was standing dry and naked before him he said, “One more kiss before you disappear forever?” He didn’t give me a chance to say no as his lips claimed mine. I felt that strange spark once again. I didn’t want this kiss to end. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay and explore this further, but I knew my dad was waiting for me and most likely worried.

He pulled away first. “You’d better go.”

“Will Sebastian be OK?”

“Yeah, I’ll let him sleep it off then take him home and tuck him in. He has a busy day tomorrow.”

“All right then. Goodbye Erik,” I said wistfully.

“Goodbye Ariel.”

I turned and headed through the bushes to my bike. I dressed and suited up quickly. Pulling on my helmet, I started up my bike and grinned as it roared to life. I pulled out onto a small lane the sound of my oversized pipes the only thing I could hear. Without looking back I headed to my childhood home.

Chapter Two

Ten minutes later I pulled up to my dad’s farm. It was full dark by then so I couldn’t see much. Dad must have been waiting for me though, as he came down the porch steps when I roared in. He pointed out a nearby barn where I should park my bike. I pulled in and dismounted. After removing my helmet, I gathered my gear and took a deep breath. I was so nervous I thought I might throw up.

As I approached the house, Dad relieved all my fears by scooping me into his arms like a child for a huge bear hug. He was, as I remembered, a large man, strong. His dark hair tinged with silver was the only sign of his age. I felt like a little kid again. With tears in my eyes I returned his hug. As he led me inside into the light of the kitchen, I could see the tears streaming down his cheeks. Everything would be OK.

Dad insisted that I sit at the table so he could feed me. I was soon eating homemade pizza and garlic bread. We talked during my meal and became easier with each other. It turned out that Jason was not here. Noah, still his best friend, had taken him out to do bachelor things on his last night of freedom. He had promised to have him at the altar by noon tomorrow. It was nice to know they were still friends. I could only hope the two would accept me back.

When I’d finished, Dad carried my things up to my old bedroom. I could do nothing but yawn as he set my bags down and gave me a hug goodnight. When he’d left, closing the door behind him, I stripped out of my tank, jeans, boots, bra and panties. I flopped on my little old twin bed I’d had as a kid and was instantly asleep.

For how tired I had been, I awoke in the dim light of early dawn. With a yawn and stretch I let myself out onto the veranda that wrapped around the second story of the old farmhouse. No one else was up or around as I stood nude and greeted the day as I had many mornings back home. I loved the feel of the sun as it warmed my skin. I combed my fingers through my messy morning hair and skimmed them over my body. I wanted to get myself off there in the morning light. I tweaked my nipples till they puckered then lowered them to tug at my bush. I didn’t understand the females who liked to be bare as so many at the resort did. I loved to tease myself by pulling at my fur. Loved the softness of it under my touch. Oh yes, it promised to be a beautiful day.

I went back inside and ventured down the hall to the bathroom. A hot shower with shampoo and soap washed off the pond residue and the remaining stickiness between my legs. I was feeling clean and warm and starting to feel sleepy again as I headed back to my room in nothing but skin and a towel wrapping my still damp hair. Unfortunately, before I made it, Dad’s door opened and he stepped into the hall. We stopped and looked at each other in awkwardness.

“Good morning Dad,” I ventured to break the silence.

“Morning Jessie,” he returned. “Did you forget something?” he chuckled.

“Nope,” I returned. “Dad, you know where I grew up. You know I’m a nudist. Are you going to hold it against me or accept it?” I asked acknowledging the elephant in the room.

“Jessie, it’s OK,” he returned. “I know what your mother wanted, it just wasn’t for me. I’m old school. You’ve turned into a beautiful woman, just like her. I regret missing seeing you grow up, but you grew up well. She did a good job.”

“You still love her, don’t you?” I asked in sudden surprise.

“Yes,” he responded lowering his eyes. “I never stopped and never will. She’s the only woman that there will ever be for me. The only woman I’ve ever kissed that I’ve felt that spark.”

My eyes raised in surprise. “Spark?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I know it’s weird but from the first kiss I felt a spark with her. Almost like a zap of electricity.”

“That’s cool Dad. I’m going to go lie down a bit again. I’ll be ready by noon.”

“OK sweetheart, sleep well.”

I entered my room and curled up on my messy bed once again. I was so lethargic that I fell asleep instantly. I dreamed of electric kisses. I did not reawaken until I heard a knock on my door. It was Dad.

“Honey, you’ve got to be in the yard in ten minutes,” he was saying. “The wedding starts in half an hour.”

“Eleven thirty?” I said to myself. “Holy shit!” Out loud I replied calmly, “Coming Dad, I’m almost ready!”

I jumped up and pulled the towel off my straight white blonde hair, brushed it out, and began plaiting it neatly down my back. Once done, I rifled my travel pack and grabbed the light blue and white maxi sundress I’d brought for the wedding. Popping my breasts into place, I slipped on some nice leather flip-flops. I glanced in the mirror, just right for a warm summer day and fancy enough for an outdoor wedding in the backyard of a farmhouse.

I slipped my mom’s diamond earrings in my lobes as I left my room. I always wore them but had taken them out for the cross-country trip. I hadn’t wanted to lose them taking my helmet on and off so many times. I slipped down the stairs and met Dad at the back door. He smiled as he looked me over.

“You look lovely,” he said with pride. “And your mother’s earrings? I gave those to her on our wedding day.”

“She gave them to me on my 21st birthday Dad. She said she wanted to give me something special from the both of you.”

“Get on with you before you make an old man cry. Take your seat up front. No hiding. Show these small town folks how wonderful my Florida daughter turned out.”

“OK,” I told him, smiling.

I could feel eyes on me, tracing my steps as I made my way up the aisle in the bright sunlight. I slipped into the second row on the groom’s side. I kept my head high as I took my seat. I was sure some of them knew who I was but others were wondering who was the stranger sitting way up front. I faced forward in my seat admiring the transformation from simple farmyard into elegant rustic wedding venue; someone had skills. It was beautiful.

Ten minutes passed before two tall, dark haired men in tuxes wearing shades approached the arch at the head of the aisle. They removed their sunglasses in tandem. I almost passed out.

“Holy fucking Lord!” I thought in panic. “It’s Erik and Sebastian! Oh shit!” Erik and Sebastian were my brother Jason and his best friend, best man, Noah? I wanted to sink through the ground. I calmly pulled out my sunglasses and slipped them on.

My attempt to hide was too late. Both sets of male eyes had tracked the crowd and come to land on the only stranger here, me. My shaded eyes met the dark ones of Shorter, Jason, and the green-blue ones of Taller, Noah, both of whom I’d never expected to see again. I watched as they began whispering intently to each other. I’d have given a lot to be a bee on one of the flowers on that archway so I could hear what they were saying.

Then the wedding march began to play. I couldn’t really take in the beautiful ceremony that tied my brother to the red headed woman he was promising himself to. All I could think of or see were images of last night and two buff naked men, who I still thought were hot, whom I’d, on a whim, allowed to DP me! I’d kissed my brother and he’d fucked my ass!

As the newly married couple headed down the aisle to the applause of those gathered, I awaited my earliest opportunity to escape. I planned to do exactly what I’d told Dad I wouldn’t do, hide. I couldn’t face these people; I couldn’t face Noah and Jason. What would they think of me? Probably that I’d grown up like some loose little whore, a slut!

Tears were sliding down my cheeks by the time I was able to escape. I avoided the reception tent and made it to the barn where my Harley was parked. I ran my hand over the dusty white tank with its American flag, red white and blue tried and true. It needed a wash after my journey. At that moment, if I’d been in jeans, I’d have revved up and ridden away even without helmet and leather jacket, and I never rode without protection.

“I thought it was Harley pipes I heard leaving the pond last night,” said Noah’s voice behind me.

“Yeah, well, it’s my ride. Is that a problem?” I threw at him feeling defensive.

“No, not at all. That’s a beautiful Softail. It’s a much wiser choice than say, a Sportster. As for myself, I prefer my Road King. You’ve got a good set of pipes on it.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You ride?”

“Yes I ride. You know, I should have known it was you last night. Should have recognized you.”

“How? I’ve been gone 25 years. I’m grown up now.”

“Very grown up, and much changed. What’s with the white hair? Do you dye it?”

“No, it’s natural. It’s from a life spent outdoors under the Florida sun.”

“It’s beautiful, unique, like you. A lot of women would pay a lot of money for hair like yours.”

“So how should you have known me last night? I can’t remotely think of how you could have recognized me.”

“Your birthmark,” he answered simply.

“What?”

“Well, actually, the birthmark on your shoulder blade and the scar you got when you fell out of that tree behind my house when you were four. The way they are next to each other reminds me of a chocolate covered strawberry. Good enough to eat.”

“You remember all that about me?”

“I remember everything about you Jessie. Or should I call you Ariel? Can we talk somewhere private?”

“Don’t bring that up Noah. Or should I call you Erik? It was a mistake. I’m sorry it happened.”

“Touché, little mermaid, but nothing happens without a reason. We will talk about it. Loft?” he asked raising his eyebrows at me.

“Fine,” I responded reluctantly making my way to the ladder to the hayloft. I hiked up my ankle length sundress and carefully made my way up with Noah right behind me.

“I’m impressed,” he said.

“About what?”

“You.”

“Me? Me what?”

“Everything.”

“You know nothing about me except what you think you know.”

“What do you think I think I know?”

I dropped my eyes in embarrassment. I wanted to impress this man, wanted him to think highly of me for some reason. Here I stood before him thinking he thought the worst of me. I was sure he thought I was some kind of slut or whore. I couldn’t speak. One giant tear slipped down my cheek.

He saw it of course. He walked to me and enfolded me in his arms. “I’m sure you must think the worst of me,” he said forlornly. “My best friend and I, too much to drink, practically attacking a lone girl?”

“You didn’t!” I said in outrage, defending both him and my brother. “I let you. I’m as much to blame as you both are.”

“The tres amigos in trouble again?” he questioned using our parents favorite term for the three of us.

“Yes,” I answered meekly.

“I don’t think you’re bad Jessie. Tell me though why you did it.”

“Sit down,” I ordered and took a seat myself on a hay bale. He sat beside me. I took a deep breath. “When we left here and moved to Florida, Mom got a nice double wide in a beautiful place called Crystal Palms.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me? I’m sorry, but it doesn’t.”

“It’s a nudist resort.”

“You mean where people run around naked?”

“Yes, basically. Just live without clothes when you’re there, put them on when you’re not. A lot less laundry to do?”

“OK, well, I guess that’s why you were going skinny dipping.”

“I was hot and sweaty,” I answered defensively. “You try riding across that many states in leathers in this heat.”

“I have little mermaid.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but finish your story.”

“A year ago I met someone. Steve was great. He was my first, and only, ever. We got engaged six months ago. I agreed to move in with him away from the resort because he didn’t really approve of the nudist life style.”

“I take it you didn’t meet him there then?”

“No, a work friend introduced us, my best friend from high school.”

“So he didn’t know?”

“Yes, he did. I was up front with him. I never lied or hid it. I’m not ashamed of my life. He lied to me though.”

“Explain.”

“Two weeks ago I caught him with his cock planted in the pussy of that ‘best friend’ who introduced us.”

“Oh my God Jessie, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah well, I’m not. Glad I found out then not later. I broke it off and decided to head here for the wedding. Get away for a while.”

“And last night?”

“Not the typical me. Jason called me a mermaid. I thought I’d never see either ‘Erik’ or ‘Sebastian’ again. I decided to try being bad for once.”

“You didn’t have sex till you were 29?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve only been with one man until last night?”

“Yes.”

“Do you regret last night?”

“That’s a tough one. I should. It was my brother and you for goodness sake. It felt so good, but only one part made me happy. Do you regret it?”

“Listen, ten years ago your brother and I enlisted. We spent 5 years in the military. We did things we shouldn’t have and that I do regret. My greatest regret was missing my parent’s funeral. We saw things we wished we hadn’t and we wish we could forget. Last night? I neither regret nor wish to forget.”

“Your parents? I didn’t think I saw them. I’m so sorry Noah.”

“I am too.”

“Why don’t you regret last night?”

“Jason found Heather. He fell head over heels. She’s a wonderful lady, perfect for him. He was lucky. I thought it would never happen for me, until last night. And then you were gone, forever I thought. What part made you happy?”

“Huh?”

“You said last night felt good but only one part made you happy. Which part?”

“The spark,” I answered simply.

“You felt it?”

“Yes, you did too?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at me.

“It was what I regretted riding away. Not being able to explore that spark. Then Dad said that he had it with Mom, a spark, and she was the right one for him, the only one ever. And I’d walked away from it.”

“We are here now. We can explore it.”

“We could,” I threw back sassily. “I’m a good girl though.”

“Yes you are,” he agreed. “It’s only good for a good girl to play at being bad with the right man.”

“And you are?”

“Hopefully your right man,” he answered earnestly. “Kiss me?”

I scooted closer and ran my hands up the crisp white linen spanning his muscular chest. I tilted my head back to look into his eyes. He lowered his mouth to mine. I almost held my breath in anticipation. Our lips met and I felt it, that zap again. I knew it meant something, knew it was important. Noah deepened the kiss as if he had held back for that sign. He must have felt it too.

His arms came around me pulling me close; mine latched around his neck. As his tongue danced with mine I wished for this moment to never end, but I knew it had to. We were expected to be at the reception. He was the best man after all. Then again he had said a good girl could play at being a bad one with the right man. Was this my right man? Noah, my friend from childhood?

Making a rash decision I stood up from him breaking the kiss. I slipped my flip-flops off. Looking him in his gorgeous green-blue eyes I reached my hands to the straps of my sundress and slipped them from my shoulders. With a little wriggle and shimmy it was a puddle of blue at my feet leaving me wearing absolutely nothing.

“God Ariel,” he breathed, “you are so beautiful.” He stood and walked toward me.

“I’m not. And you are overdressed.”

“You are and I am.”

“Then take care of it.”

In two minutes flat he stood before me as naked as I was. I saw him in the bold light of day for the first time. Firmly muscled body with a host of interesting scars, dark hair lightly furred his chest. Looking at him had my pussy flooding in expectation. I knelt down before him in the hay. I could see, as I’d surmised last night he was a good-sized man. His cock was finely shaped with a nest of dark fur at its base, and it was ready for me.

I reached out with both hands. With one I gently cupped his balls, the other I wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft. Gazing up at him with wide eyes to see his reaction, I took him in my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of precum as my tongue slipped and slid over him. As I rode him with my mouth and hand I continued to watch his reactions. At first he had looked slightly astonished. Now his head was back, mouth open. I slowed some and let my tongue fondle the tip of his cock, playing there a moment. He looked down at me and grinned.

“You, my good little girl, are very, very good at playing bad; however, revenge is sweet. Come,” he ordered.

Reaching down he helped me to my feet. He took my dress from the ground and lacking anything else, spread it over a loose pile of hay. He laid me back gently there and came over me for a deep kiss. I could feel his body flush to mine. I was so hot for him, my pussy was drenched, senses on fire. I wiggled and wriggled under him, trying to adjust his cock to where I wanted it.

He broke the kiss and grinned down at me. “Oh no, Ariel,” he said. “Bad girls get punished, in good ways.”

I didn’t quite understand what he meant until he moved down to suck and nibble at my neck. Shit, I’d have hickeys, but did I really care? I moaned and threw my head back offering my neck to him. He didn’t stay there long though. His next stop to torment me was my breasts. He cupped them in his hands and passed a thumb over each nipple causing it to pucker.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“What? No, they are too big.”

“Big? No, just right, a handful to hold on to. I love them.” He buried his face between them before turning to lick the right then the left one. He went on to suck and bite at them. It hurt but was awesome. I writhed beneath him.

My pussy was drenched as I felt his questing fingers reach my lips. He gently caressed my clit then slipped a finger inside. He continued to suck at my nipples as he stuck a second, then a third finger inside. His hand cupped me and his fingers pumped at me. I was overwhelmed. I groaned as I came, my juices washing over his hand.

As I settled down a bit again he looked up at me. He brought his fingers to his mouth. He breathed deeply as if scenting a delicious aroma. Slowly he slipped finger after finger into his mouth licking my juices from them. It was one of the most erotic things I think I’d ever seen.

“Delicious,” he said with a grin, “but not enough.”

He moved down my body, spread my legs and knelt between them. There was no build-up, no gentle licking. His hands spread my pussy lips, and he sucked at my clit. He quickly changed things up and was tongue fucking me, deeply, as his thumb stroked my clit. My body was quivering, tremoring, as I came again. This time my juices flooded his face. He only sucked harder, lapping them up. I kept cumming; my body was on fire, until he eased up some. He came back up my body until his cock was between my spread legs. He locked his lips to mine and plunged in with power.

His hips thrust hard into me but I met it. At this point, I wanted more. I wanted pleasure. I wanted pain. I wanted to cum. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to be with him forever. I locked my legs around his back and lifted my hips to him, meeting his every stroke and silently urging him deeper. Shocks shot up my spine. My body convulsed like I was having a seizure. I cried out as the orgasm spiked. He continued pounding into me; still he didn’t cum.

I’d never had sex like this before. Yes, my fiancé and I had tried just about everything, but there was no power behind it. With Noah I felt his commanding presence and I reveled in it. I had never cum more than twice in an entire night. I had already cum three times in the short time we had been in the loft. And Noah was not done yet.

He pulled out and I suddenly found myself flipped over on hands and knees with my rear in the air. I was sure I would soon have Noah’s cock in my ass. He had other plans however. He plunged into my pussy from behind. I could feel just how deep he was. He rammed into me discovering new areas he had not yet touched.

He was panting heavily now as he continued to piston into me. I knew he was close to cumming. I was too, again. I could feel his balls banging forward against my clit with every thrust. I was trying to hold off for him to cum. He began kneading my ass cheeks, his thumb slipped into my puckered hole and I completely lost it. I screamed as the strongest orgasm yet hit me. My inner muscles convulsed on his cock, clamping down.

At that moment he came. I could feel the flood of his essence as it pulsed into me. Lightening exploded in my brain. I saw stars again and then everything went dim. I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was cuddled in his arms on my dress in the hay with my head pillowed on his shoulder. He was saying my name and looking at me with a very concerned look on his face.

“Jessie, are you OK?”

“Yes,” I squeaked hoarsely. My throat was very sore at the moment.

“God woman, you scared the crap out of me blacking out like that! Next time we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Next time? I like the sound of that. More careful? No, I don’t think so.”

“You are going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

“Yep, I am.”

We smiled at each other and began chuckling, until we heard a deep voice roar at us from the hayloft ladder. “Jessie! Noah! What the hell is going on up here?”

I blushed and cringed at the sound of my father’s voice. Noah stood up from our nest not caring a bit about his nakedness. “Sir, I plan to marry your daughter,” he said shocking me to the tips of my toes. I was speechless.

“You sure as hell will!” Dad answered in full Father mode. “Right now, the preacher is still here!”

Now I was on my feet and getting angry. “Dad! You can’t make me do something I don’t want to do!”

“Oh, so you’re a whore then? Is that what you learned at that nudist place you live at? Just screw a man you just met?” His words were spiteful and hurtful, but I knew I had hurt and shocked him by suddenly not being his little girl anymore but in the blink of an eye, a grown woman.

“Sir!” Noah barked at my father. “That is uncalled for. Jessie is a good girl, a wonderful woman. And we will be married. It will not be today. I’m not going to overstep Jason and Heather’s day. Go back to the party, have a beer and think a bit. We will get dressed and be there soon to talk.” Dad conceded and stomped to the ladder. He was still stomping as he left the barn.

I turned to Noah, “What the hell did you mean by that? Marriage?”

“Yep. You didn’t mean it when you said you don’t want to, did you?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“That’s not a no on marrying me then. Can we see where this takes us?”

“Yes,” I responded grudgingly, “I’d like to.”

“Good, get dressed then before I throw you back down in the hay and have my way with you again. Let’s get this straightened out with your father.”

“Fine,” I said grabbing my dress and shimmying into it. I found my flip-flops after hunting a couple minutes. We turned to look at each other and began to giggle. The next 15 minutes were spent picking hay off each other, clothes, and hair.

Once we made it to the reception tent, we ran into Jason and Heather. Jason took me into his arms for a hug. “Jessie, I’m so glad you’re here. I want you to meet Heather.” Heather took me into her arms for a tight hug too.

“I’m so happy to meet you Jessie,” she said. “I’ve heard so many stories about you three. I’m sure we will be great friends!”

“I could use a friend Heather,” I responded truthfully. At that moment Heather was called off to talk with someone else leaving me alone with Jason and Noah.

“Jason, about last night…” I began.

“It’s OK, ‘Ariel’, I’ve told Heather already. I don’t keep secrets from her. She’s very open-minded for growing up in a small town. She’s OK with it,” he chuckled. “She even suggested a four way might be fun.”

I blushed deeply. “Yeah, well, if I survive the next few minutes with Dad. I think he wants to ground me for life.”

“I’ve talked to Dad already. When you two were missing at the same time I began to wonder if you’d found each other. Obviously you did considering Dad’s state of mind and the hickeys on your neck. No guarantees but I spoke up for you. Noah’s a good man sis. I hope things work out.” He reached out to slap Noah on the shoulder in a very manly gesture. I rolled my eyes at the two of them.

“Go find your wife Jason, I’ve got to go see Dad,” I said sending him off with a gentle push.

I was determined to make Dad see reason. It turned out I didn’t have to. Whatever Jason had said must have helped. As I approached he enfolded me in his arms in a tight bear hug. “I’m sorry sweetie,” he whispered. “You have just shocked me so much. You’re not a little girl but a grown woman who can make her own choices. You don’t really need a Dad anymore, not to protect you or tell you what you can or can’t do. Maybe we could be friends?”

I could feel Noah’s hand on my hip and his body close behind me. Tears streaked down my face as I answered, “I’ll always need a Dad. A Dad who is a friend is even better. Whatever happens with Noah will be as it will, but I will always have you.”

“He’s a good man sweetie. I’ve known him all his life.”

“Yes,” I agreed adamantly. “He is a good man.”

Noah chimed in at this point. “Sir, I’m not sorry for what Jessie and I have done. I promise you this however, it will not happen again until she has stood with me in front of a preacher and my ring is on her finger.”

My dad grinned at Noah. “Yep,” he said. “A good man, a man of his word.”

I just stood there my mouth hanging open. He couldn’t really mean it, could he?

Chapter Three

He had meant it. Damn him. I hadn’t gone back to Florida. I’d taken an extended leave from work and stayed on at the farm with Dad. I wanted to get to know him better and continue to explore things with Noah. No matter what I’d tried in the following weeks I’d gotten nothing but passionate kissing. And I had tried. I’d tried getting him out of his clothes and he’d had nothing of it. I’d tried surprising him at his house while he was in the shower and out of his clothes. He’d promptly gotten out with shampoo in his hair and gone outside to rinse off in cold hose water. It went on that way for two months, two long months in which we had gotten to know each other and the spark had grown to a flame out of control. One month ago I had admitted to myself the truth, I was head over heels in love with Noah and could not imagine my life without him.

That day I had gone out and bought a ring. After a nice dinner, we went out to the pond to enjoy the sunset. As the last rays disappeared, I’d asked Noah to marry me. He had accepted with a whoop and a holler. I’d expected him to finally make love to me again that night at the pond, but no, all I got was a kiss.

Three weeks ago I’d gotten another surprise. I’d found out that that spark between Noah and me had started something else too. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Noah. I had planned carefully how to break the news and the time was coming soon.

This afternoon, three months to the day after our reunion at the pond, Noah and I stood in the yard behind his farmhouse before the preacher. Jason stood as best man and Heather, who’d become my best girlfriend, stood as my matron of honor. It was not a fancy affair, only family and friends. I had been denied my wish to wear my riding leathers. Instead, Heather and I wore maxi dresses with jeweled flip-flops, mine white with lace, hers a sunny yellow, hers was specifically chosen to hide her three month pregnancy. The men wore nice jeans with dress shirts and their best hats and boots. Inside the open doors of the barn my white Softail sat next to Noah’s matte black Road King, both packed and ready to ride on our honeymoon trip tomorrow.

Most importantly, however, as we said our vows to each other, and Noah slipped a wedding band etched in dolphins and waves on my finger, sitting in the first row behind us was my mom cuddled up to my dad, and they were holding hands. Tears came to my eyes at the beauty of the day, the bright sun and crisp fall leaves the backdrop as we tied ourselves to each other. We had both found what we’d never expected in one of our oldest childhood friends. As we shared our first kiss as man and wife I felt that spark again.

It was a fun afternoon. I knew Noah wished his parents could be there to see this and was missing them but he hid it well. We enjoyed the good food, the company, and dancing to the country music playing in the background. I specifically enjoyed all the sweet nothings Noah spent all afternoon whispering in my ear, his plans for me for our wedding night. I was getting wetter and wetter as my imagination was going wild. He may have been celibate for the past three months, but his mind had had a wild time with me.

Finally it was time to cut the cake. I had kept my plans for the cake a surprise. As we walked up to it Noah began laughing out loud, so hard he couldn’t stop. Jason was chuckling too behind us. No one else got the joke but that didn’t matter to me. I’d had the cake decorated in an under the sea theme with an Ariel and Prince Erik from the Disney movie cake topper!

“It’s beautiful!” he said when he could finally draw an even breath. “What a wonderful surprise. I love you Ariel,” he said leaning down to plant a kiss on top of my head.

“I love you too Erik,” I replied. “I hope you like this surprise too.” I stepped forward and quickly popped a small baby mermaid into Ariel’s arms. My surprise was greeted with dead silence. I couldn’t look up at him. I was shaking. Then I felt his strong arms come around my waist from behind and I relaxed. One of his large hands spanned my belly.

“Really?” he asked quietly.

I just shook my head yes.

“I love you so much Ariel, and our baby. Thank you. It’s the most wonderful news, the most wonderful gift. What do you think, pond or hayloft?”

“You’re really OK with becoming at husband and finding out you’re a father all in one day?” I whispered.

“Your husband? I love the sound of that. A Father? I’m thrilled at the thought of it. You’ve made me so happy.”

I turned in his arms, our lips met with that now familiar spark. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as we received congratulations and hugs from family and friends. Mom and Heather started talking about plans for a double baby shower. I couldn’t wait to be alone with Noah. Mom and Dad were the last to go. He had invited her to spend the night at the farm with him. I had the feeling they’d be doing more than just sleeping. Noah and I waved goodbye from the porch of my new home then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over the threshold.

“Are you crazy?” I yelped. “I’ve practically been living here for two weeks now.”

“Tradition my sweet. Straight to bed or a shower first?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I instantly recalled some of his whispered promises that had involved the shower.

“Neither,” I answered.

“Oh yes my pretty. You’ve been torturing me for three months! I want you and I’m going to have you,” he reached to grab me and I spun away just in time.

“Not yet, my love. I have been tortured for three months as well. Then all that talk this afternoon? I’m sure everyone knew by my blushes exactly what you were up to. You had my nipples hard without even touching them!”

“Yeah, I know,” he grinned. “Now come here, I have plans for tonight.”

“Really? I bet you do. Well so do I. It’s time for your lessons.”

“Lessons? What the hell are you talking about? I want to make love to my new wife.”

“Well, if we are going to Crystal Palms for two weeks while Mom stays here, you need to learn proper etiquette.”

“Etiquette?”

“Yep. Being a nudist is not just walking around naked. There are rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yes. Now stop sounding like a parrot,” I said in my best schoolmarm tone. “Now strip and let’s proceed.”

“Can I strip you first?”

“No, hands to yourself. No touching,” if looks could kill I’d have been six feet under at that moment. He went along with it, peeling out of his clothes standing right there in the front room. I watched, admiring his physique.

“You’re staring,” he observed, “and drooling.”

“I am not drooling,” I replied crisply, “but I was staring. I broke a rule already and here I was teaching you. No open ogling.”

“Does that mean I can ogle covertly?”

“Only if you’re ogling me.”

“Good. Now you are the one overdressed.”

“I am, but other than the pool area the resort is clothing optional.”

“Take it off,” he ordered.

“Yes sir,” I conceded impishly. Mirroring my actions three months ago in the hayloft, I slipped off my flip-flops first. I raised my hands to the straps of my sundress and nudged them off my shoulders allowing my wedding dress to fall to the floor. I felt a bit self-conscious standing before him. I knew the small bump of our growing child was easily visible without clothes. When I looked up at Noah I saw his eyes worshipping me. I blushed under his scrutiny.

“Remember, no open ogling. Staring is rude,” I threw at him.

“Right, only covert ogling of my gorgeous wife, got it.”

“Exactly, quick learner. Now, lesson two,” I said as I turned and picked up two towels from the sofa and handed one to him. “Always take a towel with you everywhere.”

He shook it out to look at it. I chuckled at his look. His was a black towel with Groom in white letters while mine was white with Bride in black letters. “Cute,” was his only comment, but I saw the eye roll. “What is this for?”

“You always take a towel with you wherever you go in case you want to sit down. You always sit on your own towel. Hygiene is very important.”

“Are we going somewhere other than upstairs to our bedroom at the moment?”

“Yep. Need to work on the next lesson.”

“Fine,” he said with a groan. “Where are we going and what is the lesson?”

I smiled at him. “To the pond. To practice self control.”

“You’ve kidding.”

“Nope. It’s very bad manners to get a hard on in public. If you are planning to covertly ogle me you might have issues.”

“You want to go to the pond now? Naked?”

“Yes.”

“OK, I’m game. Get your shoes back on. Grab your towel and come. We sure as hell aren’t walking,” he ordered.

I quickly obeyed only to be practically dragged through the house, out the back door, and around the back of the barn. He slid open the door and we entered quietly. Inside, gleaming bright in the meager light, stood two ATV’s, one white and one black. The white one had an American flag painted on it.

“I figured they’d be better than the bikes for getting around here on the farm. It’s your wedding present. Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding?” I asked with tears in my eyes. “I love it! Thank you so much!” I threw myself into his arms only to have him pry me off.

“No touching,” he stated throwing my rules at me. “Do you want to try yours tonight or ride with me?”

“With you, please. I’d rather practice on it in full light.”

“Here’s your helmet,” he said, handing me a half helmet. After he had buckled his on he spread his towel over the seat. Yep, definitely a quick learner. He climbed on and I climbed up behind him. As he started up the motor I realized I was in hot water. The engine throbbed between my naked thighs, my body was pressed flush against his back, my sensitive breasts rubbing against his skin, my pussy tucked tight against his buttocks, and my arms wrapped around his waist, his cock in easy reach of my hands.

I groaned.

“Problem?”

“Nope. Let’s go,” I responded bravely. We took off out of the barn and down the path to the pond. On the four wheelers it was only a five-minute ride. We dismounted to the sound of chirping crickets and wind blowing through the weeping willows.

“It’s beautiful here,” I sighed spotting a lightening bug.

“Yeah, I love it, and I love you,” he said earnestly.

I walked out to the rock and laid out my towel. I sat down on it and beckoned him closer. He laid his next to me and sat down.

“So how are you planning on me practicing self control?” he asked.

“By not touching me,” I answered honestly, “until I say you can.” I laid back on the rock. I winked at him as I bent my knees and spread my legs.

“You’re joking?”

“No.”

“OK then. The deal is I can do anything I want other than touch you, right? That is, until you say I can?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are not allowed to touch yourself either.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Is now. Put your hands under your butt. Less chance of temptation.” He grinned as I did as ordered. He knelt down beside me, his face close to mine. He opened his mouth as if to kiss me, I opened mine to receive it, but he didn’t touch me. He moved and blew slowly in my ear sending shivers down the entire side of my body. Shit. He was good.

He moved lower to my neck, which I loved to have him nibble. I arched my head invitingly, a willing victim to a vampire. I got nothing but breath. He was torturing me. He moved lower still, not touching as he went. He blew across my breasts; the combination of the cool night air and his warm breath causing them to pucker painfully. I arched toward him urging him to suckle them, needing him to take a nibble. He, however, maintained his self-control and moved further down my body.

By now he was straddling my body in a 69 position but still not touching me. I was hot and needy. I let me knees flop to the sides, opening my wet pink pussy to his questing mouth. But no, he only blew gently on my clit, his mouth far enough away that no matter how I wriggled I could not get his mouth on me. I was tightening and tensing inside as he continued to blow on my clit and my wet hole. Fucking hell, I was going to cum. It was gentle and rolling, a shiver passing from my pussy up my spine. How the hell had he done that with nothing but breath?

If he could fit the rules to his desires, then so could I. He had said I could not touch myself. He had not said I could not touch him. His cock was hanging just within reach of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip. He groaned. I reached my head up and caught him between my lips. I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft. He blew again against my sensitive pussy lips.

“Touch me,” I said simply.

It was all that was necessary. The next thing I knew his body was laying over me and he was eating me, his tongue way deep inside, then licking my clit as his hands pulled my apart and his fingers probed inside of me. I couldn’t process what he was doing for long as his cock was at my lips, then past my tongue and down my throat. I was gagging on him as he fucked my mouth; his hips gently thrusting in rhythm with his tongue. In moments I was cumming hard and he was siphoning off my juices causing me to cum harder. I tightened my lips around his shaft and with a final thrust he spurted into my mouth. It was salty and sour and it kept cumming. I swallowed load after load taking it all as my orgasm slowly petered off.

When it was over, he lay next to me; we were both exhausted. His head was even with my belly. He propped his hand up on an elbow and ran his hand over the slight rounding that was just becoming evident. He seemed deep in thought.

“What?”

“It’s hard to believe that our tiny child is in there. It may have been right here that it was conceived. I really never thought I’d be a Father cause I never thought I’d meet the right woman.”

My eyes filled with tears. “I love you so much Noah,” was all I could say.

“I love you too,” he responded, “both of you.” He chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“I know what we should name him or her.”

“Oh really? What?”

“If it’s a girl her name will be Ariel, if a boy we name him Erik.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. I have a wicked sense of humor. You know that. Now,” he said sounding more energetic, “let’s get back home. We have a shower and a bed to christen yet tonight along with getting a bit of sleep for our trip tomorrow.”

He stood and helped me to my feet pulling me flush against him. I could feel his cock stirring against me. Already? This was going to be a long night, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. His mouth came down on mine in a kiss that was a promise of things yet to come.

Epilogue

One rainy morning in early spring, I got up from a warm nest of covers and made my ungainly way to the bathroom. I did not sleep much these days because I was so huge and uncomfortable. Noah did what he could to ease me and make me more comfortable but I knew he was just as ready as I for our child to come into the world.

Just one week earlier we had all gathered in a small hospital room to welcome my first nephew into the world. Jason and Heather’s son had been born healthy and happy. They had named him Sebastian although no one other than the four of us understood why.

I was picturing little Sebastian as I waddled my way back to the bed. I felt a stream of warm water gush from between my legs. “Crap!” I thought. “Why the hell couldn’t that have happened two minutes ago as I sat on the toilet?” My next thought was, “Oh shit! It’s time!”

“Noah,” I whispered loudly. He was at my side instantly. I should have known he’d be awake awaiting my return. He was always making sure that I was OK. I felt his arms come around me. “It’s time,” I said with a scared smile.

He was awesome as he cleaned me up, and then cleaned up the mess I had made as I sat quietly in a rocking chair and watched. We carefully made our way down the stairs to the car where my bag had been stored for the past week. We made our way to the hospital. Once I’d gotten put in a room, Noah had made all the appropriate calls then the waiting had started.

Now it was nearing midnight as finally we heard the doctor say, “I can see the head!” Then a short time later, “It’s a girl!”

Noah looked at me with a grin. “We have our Ariel, Jessie. It’s a girl. Born just before midnight.” We both got a look at her as the nurse took her to clean her up.

That’s when I felt another pain come on. “What the fuck!” I screeched out loud. I had thought the pain was over.

“Push again Jessie!” ordered the doctor. I did as ordered and felt something slip out between my legs in a whoosh. “It’s a boy!” the doctor announced. “You’ve got twins! It’s just after midnight too. Born on different days.”

“Erik?” Noah looked completely astounded. He looked as if he had been hit over the head with a hammer. “How did we have twins and not know it?”

“He must have been hiding behind his sister during the ultrasounds and the heartbeat was not detected. It’s unusual these days but not unheard of. Congratulations you two!” said the doctor.

Very soon we were in our room alone with our two brand new babies. A pink blanket wrapped bundle and a blue blanket wrapped bundle, they were snuggled in Noah’s arms sleeping. Noah could not stop grinning. He looked so proud.

“Erik and Ariel,” he said. “The pond and the hayloft maybe.”

“It doesn’t matter my love,” I responded. “They are here and they are perfect. I love them and you so much.”

He leaned over to kiss me once more. I felt the spark that would not die. He held each tiny head for me to kiss. With each kiss I felt a spark and grinned. “Yes,” I thought, “perfect.”

The End