The next day was the pocket billiards company. willow was nervous.

'' I 've never been around a bunch of people my age, other than schooling. And there I 'd always been an outsider. Now, well, I 'm not sure how to act. ``

'' It 's no big deal if you stay with me. Everyone will chit chat and talked about dull stuff. grinning, joke, have fun. I may let dislocate that you 're a large artist. That 'll be something to talk about. ``

'' I 've never really talked to people about my art. It 's been private. ``

'' Maybe because you had a need to be private ? Now you 're interesting to people in a trade good way. ``

'' And I 've never hung around people with so short clothes. I may be awkward. ``

'' I can see that but, be majestic, have confidence. You 'll wait not bad. ``

The party was latterly Sunday afternoon. I was over at willow tree 's at noon. She tried on the two suits for me. Odd that she was concerned about others seeing her in a swimming suit when she so casually unclothe nude in front of me. I thought the teal suit would work, so she left that one on and looked at herself this way and that in a full distance mirror.

'' Is there anything you see you do n't like, willow tree ? ``

'' I do n't know. I do n't want to seem conceited, but my boobs are proficient, my butt it overnice, I have long legs. ``

'' And a level tum, smooth back, perfective tense grinning and a cute new coif. Yep we 're in accord. nix for you to occupy about.

'' Still I 'm variety of skittish. ``

'' Ok then, let 's loosen you. demand the swim courtship off and lay down on the bead cloth. '' I put a cushion down for her head. `` This is an all for Willow massage. ``

Willow gave me that look. Like she was still surprised that I 'd do affair just for her. To work that clear, I left my clothes on. Starting at her neck opening, then shoulder I kneaded her muscles trying to discharge any tension she felt. When I moved down a little I 'd hesitate to buss the sphere I 'd just massaged. This went slowly, down her book binding, massaging her shoulder leaf blade, kissing her shoulder blade, kissing down her acantha, massaging over her pelvic arch, then the fun of squeezing and massaging her coffin nail, then more fun kissing both impudence, many many times. Working my way down her legs, a giggle when I kissed the back of her knee joint. Then all the way, finally pressing firmly on the prat of her feet. One then the other. It worked. She 'd nearly dozed off.

Low, barely audible, `` That was incredible. ``

'' My pleasure. Touching this body is the farthest thing from employment. '' I lay alongside willow, running my fingers up and down her spine, letting her ease. My fingers wandered, down her spur, following her coxa, around her impertinence, lightly up the telephone circuit between her cheeks.

'' Can we just stay here like this forever ? ``

I nuzzled against her cervix. `` MM Hmm. '' willow rolled on her side so she could look at me. She gazed at me with her dark heart, looking into my soul.

'' You mean it, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, I do willow tree. ``

'' So, how do you like my shaving job ? ``

I looked down. Where her dark bush had been there was now a trilateral of light black hair. Below was completely au naturel. I reached with my hand and felt the smooth skin, then I felt it some more, then I slid down to osculate it and taste it. Now willow was on her back stretched out. I positioned myself between her legs which she threw up over my shoulders. I ran my tongue all around the new hairless pussy, seeing more easily now her disunite sass, the inner mouth peeking through. I tasted them too, my tongue picking up her growing excitement. Parting her, I dove in deeper, exploring, licking, inhaling her fragrance. Her demand now obvious to me, coating my tongue, begging me for satisfaction. Licking upwards, finding her swollen button, taking it between my teeth gently, then licking at it trapped between my rim, sucking, coaxing her to let herself go. To feed my need for her pleasure. Now her hips gyrate, bounce on the base, pushing her wet pussy up to me, slapping the storey, her head back eyes closed, teeth gritting, `` eeee, eeee, eeeeee, e, e, e '' holding my facial expression to her, humping her hips, needing me to, `` oooooooooooooooo, AH ''. Then slumping back against the floor. I lap up any of her juice I can find then get together her, pulling her to me at her vulnerable moment. She pulled my face to hers and looked at me. atonement, gratitude. Her head on my shoulder. A few sobs.

'' I, I 'm still not used to this. ``

'' Neither am I, was that ok ? ``

This brought a laughter and a slap. `` You passed ok when you massaged my shoulders an hour ago. ``

We rested awhile then got dressed for the company. Willow offered her body to me, but as alluring as it was I needed her to understand that sometimes it could be all about her. Besides, I wanted her glowing from that when she met everyone.

The political party was fun. I enjoyed watching Willow get convinced attention from people. fille asked about her coiffure and were surprised when she said she had drawn what she wanted for the stylist. I told them she had instructed them how to cut mine too. The guys were clearly admiring Willow and her bathing suit. Then of course asking how I 'd stumbled into this situation.

'' Just favorable guy cable. '' I heard shrieks of gloating from the girls, then various sets of eyes looking my way. It was a way this group of miss had not looked at me before. Later I asked Willow what that was all about.

'' melodic line asked if we were doing it. I said yes, every day, when you 're not blowing my mind licking my pussy. ``

'' Um, usually the great unwashed are a little more discreet about personal stuff. ``

'' Why, I 'm gallant of you. They missed out on their chance. '' I could n't argue that system of logic. And moving from boring old regular Devon to Dev the lover did n't hurt my standing around town.

Later on one of the miss came over to willow tree and said that she 'd heard Willow was an artist. willow tree shyly said yes.

'' Could you do a group drawing ? display us how unspoiled you are ? ``

'' Well, '' Willow paused, `` I do n't ever quarter in public. '' The girl pouted as only teenage girls can. Willow looked to me, thought a present moment,

'' I do n't have my stuff and nonsense here, put if I can have a pencil and large opus of report I 'll try. ``

The materials were provided and four girls gathered. Willow looked a little neural, but once she got started her hand moved quickly and surely. I was the only one allowed to watch as she drew and I could see the lady friend coming to life on the report. Willow skillfully made sure to capture their best features and each looked attractive and just a bit aphrodisiacal. The only change she made was to Candi, the girl she 'd verbalize to earlier about her hair. In the draught Candi had a new hairstyle that perfectly framed her round fount. When done willow asked me to reveal the drawing while she stood back afraid of the reaction. No concern though, the four lady friend squealed with delight. Candi studied the photograph, turning her head.

'' Oh my god. I have to get my hair cut like that. Look, see how nice I look. Thanks so much Willow. Can I keep open it ? ``

willow tree stepped forward. `` If you really like it, I can take it home and make one for each of you. I see a few things I can do better with clip. '' A chorus of yes, pleases followed. By the end of the nighttime two or three girls had apologized for their originally treatment at school. It was a new large footmark for Willow. We got home after 11 and sat outside her house for a few minutes reliving the evening.

'' Thanks Dev. I do n't acknowledge that I want to hang out with those young lady, but being accepted is fun. I have a favour to ask. ``

'' Anything Willow. ``

'' I never learned to beat back. I think you drive, right ? '' I nodded. `` Will you take me out to see my auntie Susan sometime this workweek ? She 's one of the sisters who used to live here. ``

'' Of course, anytime. I 'll adopt my Dad 's car. He wo n't take care. ``

'' How about Thursday ? I may want to show up my appreciation for today to you tomorrow, and the next day. '' I kissed her. She kissed back. This went on for a bit, then I made my way plate. So much had happened. We were now accepted with the `` cool '' kid, though we 'd never really be piece of that group. comical thing was I was now no question getting laid more than any of them. Willow and I could n't get enough of each other.

Mon we fucked endlessly from the metre we got to willow 's until I left three 60 minutes later. She showed me positions I did n't do it existed and worked me to exhaustion. willow was used to having sex regularly. Now that she liked doing it, she still wanted it often. I was the lucky receiver. Tuesday was different. She had me lie down nude. Then she produced a thermionic valve of lube and made her hands very slick. For the next long while she stroked my hard dick with her slick bridge player. I relaxed and picket as my nude girlfriend looked up at me, her breasts dangling over me as her custody slid up, and down, up, and down, up and around, a corkscrew motion, then down, then caressing my orb, then down to my seat and up and down. The question of my cock was swollen, purple, glistening. The nervure on the outside of my shaft throbbed. My balls contracted, and relaxed, my consistency tensed and relaxed. Then gripping tight at the cornerstone of my cock she stroked me with her former script. slickness, up, around, my whole cock throbbed. Then two mitt stroking, stroking. Willow looking at me, a sly smile, her mamilla swaying, her haircloth framing her look, rocking her consistence as she stroked me. Then, and only when she knew I could wait no longer she held me at the base, pointed my cock straight up and pumped. fast. Faster. Gripping tight, then ... Cum shot from my member. rope flying into the air. Two pes ? Thomas More ? Then another, almost as far. And another. And she squeezed out some more. Short spurt coating her handwriting. My cock twitched. sensitive. willow kissed, just the tip, then lay on me, smearing my cum between us. Bathing us in my semen.

'' You 're so blinking hot Devon. Get that matter up again and have a go at it me. ``

'' Oh god. After that I might need a moment. '' Willow now save towels in her studio. She wiped us down and let me lay there as she stepped to an easel. She looked down at me. `` What are you working on now. ``

'' Stud reclining after sex. I may do a whole series. studhorse pounding my pussy, he-man eating slit for lunch. '' She laughed. I lay there resting. I still had work to do. Over the adjacent brace of years we talked. Oh sure we fucked too, but we talked. Some about the menage. It could be turned into something really nice. It needed employment and I suggested I could do a lot of it over time, at to the lowest degree until next summertime when I 'd be justify all day.

'' Mom and I have talked about what to do. She 's coming out of her vibrating reed shell some herself. She actually asked if I 'd mind if she met a man and dated. Yes, she said dated. I told her I could n't be happier. But we 've discussed the planetary house. I think a slow process would be well-heeled for her. She 'd pay you of course. ``

I started to decline but then realized that was silly. They had the money. I would work hard. I wanted to redeem to buy a car. And I 'd be close to Willow the completely time. It was perfect.

'' This could make for out. One projection at a time. You 'd postulate contractors of course of instruction for the big employment. But I can do a lot of stuff interior. Some carpentry and painting. ``

'' Ooh, all that workplace, you 'd put on some muscles. I 'm getting horny already. ``

'' willow tree, you 're always horny. And I could n't be felicitous for it. ''

Th we drove out to Alpine Lakes Senior Care. willow tree 's aunty moved there when she could no longer handle the stairs at the vauntingly domicile on Montague Street. She also began needing unconstipated nursing care. On the ride out willow tree told me that her aunty was 87, somewhat imperfect, but still pretty sharp mentally. We arrived to find a very thin char sitting in a chair dozing. Willow went in first.

'' aunt Susan ? Are you awake. '' The cleaning woman looked up, squinted her centre and called willow tree closer.

'' willow tree ? Is that you. You do reckon different. Pretty. ``

'' Thank you Auntie, '' she smiled. Then pulled me forward by the arm. `` This is my boyfriend Devonshire. ``

'' Devon. I 've heard about you. Gwendolyne was here the other day. Little bit of a thing you are. ``

willow mocked whispered, `` Just his height, Auntie. ``

aunt Susan wagged a finger at willow, `` Oh the reed instrument female child, always a bit juicy. '' She laughed an old individual 's yak. Then she beckoned me with one finger. I walked over. aunt Susan took my hand and held it between hers.

'' Bless you boy. I 've heard what you 've done. willow tree will be the full of us. ``

'' Oh, well thank you, but she 's the one who makes her decisions. '' Aunt Susan patted my hand knowingly.

'' auntie, I 've brought you a deliver. Devon says I need to percentage my painting. This is for you. '' willow presented a great watercolor. Not the iniquity colouring or oxford gray of lots of her work but something bright, colorful flowers, splashing of color.

'' Oh dearest, that is resplendent. I will get them advert it on the bulwark right there. Such talent. Maturity. I will show Dr. Finley.He 's a bit of an art accumulator. He will be jealous. ``

'' Oh Auntie, I 'm certainly it 's not all that. ``

'' You underestimate yourself. mind to your boyfriend there. part with the public. '' We chatted a little piece, willow wanted to kind of get permission from her Aunt to modify the house. Susan thought it a `` splendid '' idea. As we were parting auntie Susan looked at Willow. I glanced back and caught her saying to herself. `` Such a benediction. ``

On the way nursing home willow thanked me multiple times for driving her. Then said she really wanted to discover. I said I 'd instruct her but I did n't know how often I could borrow my Dad 's car.

'' I 'll buy one. Then you can teach me. And until I 'm trade good enough you can ride us everywhere. And we 'll park it in the dark on Montague street and I 'll give you squander jobs in the car like teenager do, but I 've never done that. '' I had to laugh. It 's like a fountain had been turned on and willow had several years to take in up on. But hey, blow jobs.

'' You can just buy a car ? ``

She looked a fiddling chagrined for maybe bragging. `` Well, I have a trustingness fund. I do n't get about of that until I 'm older. But I get some every year and I hardly ever spent any. The misstep to the mall was the most I ever spent at one clip. It 's mostly rate picture provision. Sorry if I 'm making you uncomfortable. ``

'' No, that 's ok. It 's good for you to savour life a bit. Since you 'd be a new driver maybe get down with a safety used car ? Jeez now I sound like my Dad. ``

When we got to her street willow asked me to draw in over about halfway down. It was sorry. Very sinister when I shut off the head lights. `` metre for something new. '' Willow reached over and began unbuckling my pants, then the zipper, then the legal brief. Finally she 'd fished my rising hammer from my clothes. She looked at me and smiled. `` Sir Thomas More fun outside. '' She began bobbing her oral sex on my cock easily taking me down, then slurping up and around. I reached over and held her hanging titmouse, feeling their weightiness, pinching her small-scale nipples through her bra. Sucking up and down on the top half of my dick while stroking the bottom, she had me fix to blow in no time.

`` willow. Oh willow tree. No pickle in Dad 's car. ``

'' MM Hmm. '' She held me tight in her mouth as I came. She swallowed it all, no spate. Licking up any stray drops. `` Tasty. Now you honest get me nursing home, hee hee. ``

By the end of the next workweek the characterisation were done. willow had the four new copies to bring to school. I looked at them. It was interesting. Each drafting was virtually the like, but somehow willow had made each version slightly dissimilar. In each the girl receiving that copy somehow looked just the slightest bit better than the others. Like taking four photos of the Lapplander scene and everyone picking the one they look best in. They were still charcoal, but she had added just a touch of colouration here and there. Each female child would insist that they received the best version.

'' You 're a genius. I see what you 've done. Also very nice of you. You could receive given them horns and warts. ``

'' They did n't know better. They 're just kids too. '' As expected there were shouts of joy and even hugs and candy kiss. Nothing a teenage girl likes better than a picture of them looking nicer than their Quaker. discussion got around and more small fry wanted a picture done. Some offered to pay. willow declined. She preferred to work on her more grievous part. Interspersed with personal ones of my cock or ass she 'd do quickly in our pull down time. Apparently the school art director saw one or two of the drawings and called willow aside. She asked if Willow would show her more of her study. Willow explained that she painted and drew for herself mostly. Would Willow be interested in displaying some of her pieces at the schooling art show ? She would get her spot and would be able to pick out what to show. Willow was n't sure enough about that.

'' Why not ? You have some expectant pieces here and clip to cultivate on more before the appearance. '' I tried several angles as we sat in her studio that day after schooling. `` What else did Ms. Pearson say ? ``

'' That there are college scholarships available to promising artists. ``

'' There 's a whole world out there willow. You can see it, prosper in it. Imagine being at a school day where everyone is artistic, imaginative. Oh sure the charcoal artists probably have a clique separate from the watercolor bozo, but you can be destitute to create. Also be challenged. ``

'' I challenge myself here. ``

'' Painting my dick is no challenge. I wave it at you all the time. How about we get a tumid mirror and you paint yourself nude ? ``

'' I do n't think. What would I do with it. ``

'' I 'd take it. No, seriously. You want a challenge ? You want to challenge ? Draw yourself, nude. And relegate it to the school display. ``

'' Would they allow it ? ``

They said, `` Whatever you want. Your space. ``

'' Hmm. Is that a daring ? ``

'' No. I respect your right hand to worsen. ``

'' Before I get a spot Ms. Pearson needs to see some of my oeuvre. Will you come with me for backup ? ``

'' Of course. ``

Willow scheduled time with Ms. Pearson, ordered a portfolio for her drafting and carefully packed up everything. We got a ride to school that day and met after school with the art director. Ms. Pearson was duly impressed with the change of work presented. Both of the darker variety and also those showing use of color.

'' These are very fine study. Beyond high schoolhouse story. You need some work on certain proficiency as you are ego taught, but I would n't let anyone variety you. Now have you saved anything ? Maybe something you would n't parade ? ``

'' Well this one I like and Devon says it 's his favorite. '' willow pulled out the charcoal that I assumed was her falling into the dark pool.

'' Oh my. Yes. I can feel emotion here. A sensation of impuissance. Maybe hopelessness. Is this you ? ``

'' It was. Until. '' Willow pulled out one more and tilted it so only Ms. Pearson could see.

'' OH. Hmm, tilt it towards the light. Very occupy how the light makes it await like ... '' Then she paused. Looked at the picture. Then at me. Then at the picture. Then her eyebrow went up, her eye widened just a short. `` Is this ? ``

'' My Savior. Yes. '' I put my principal down. I knew what this picture was.

'' You do the homo body very well. I 'm assuming it 's realistic ? ``

'' Yes, yes it is. '' I was now various wraith past bright red.

'' Um, yes, I do n't think this one would be earmark. Some multitude do n't see art as just art. ``

'' So nude are not allowed ? '' Willow glanced at me.

'' An aesthetic nude person. Yes, we 've had them before. Placed strategically so as not to offend the easily offended. But no, not something so obviously of a scholarly person. And well the male person body is more baffling. For all the ancient cause we still hide from. We gathered up Willow 's material. Thanked Ms. Pearson. willow tree said she would move over it all some thought. I noticed Ms. Pearson glimpse my way once or twice. Back at her studio Willow paced and paced.

'' I feel like if I show my work then I 'm exposing myself. To view and criticism and derision. I 'm not for sure I 'm ready for that. ``

'' If you submit yourself nude you 'll really be exposing yourself. '' She stopped. Turned. Stared at me hands on hip. I think she was crown of thorns with me for the first time.

'' I 'm pitiful willow. I know this is more dangerous to you than I 'm making it. That was a childish input. ``

'' No, you 're right. I 'm being childish. '' I was going to rectify her on who I called childish, but it seemed I was off the hook. `` Dev, hail aid me carry the big mirror from the living elbow room. '' Once we 'd grow it down the hall and into the studio we set it against a wall. Then moved it to another wall. Willow considered the light. Then we carried a sofa into the room. Then put it at an slant. Willow stripped nude and reclined on the couch. Then had me shift the mirror once, twice. It got more hard with my naked lady friend waving her subdivision, shaking her breasts. Finally satisfied with the furniture Willow sat and lay down, and reclined on an articulatio cubiti, forward, back. Looking at herself from all angle. Then she called me over.

'' Thanks Devon. I needed that push. She say me on the sofa, removed my pant and underwear, straddled me, holding the book binding of the sofa her tit right in my face. She sat down on my cock. Then her ass did that wonderful rolling thing that has me touching her all over inside. Her white meat raised and lowered and smacked my aspect. I reached up to keep back them stabilize long enough to suck on each nipple. Then I left them to their bouncing and caressed her ass while it worked over my cock. Willow tilted back my head and joined her mouth to mine. Her tongue finding mine and beginning their saltation. She ground her kitty onto me, rubbing her clitoris on me, causing my turncock to give her abstruse part. I hit the spot and she moaned her orgasm into my mouth, grinding on me as her clit rubbed into me. I clamped my hands on her ass, holding willow tree in topographic point as I sent my hot cum into her waiting soundbox. She held me around the neck while wringing every bit of my climax from me. Hugged me fast. Her pass now laying against mine. Softly whispering into my ear. `` mmm, mmmm, mmmm. '' Then something I had n't expected. A sigh, `` mmm yes, this is love. '' Did she just say she loved me ? Did I deserve that ? Maybe. I kissed her. Sniffed. OK, maybe a manly tear or two. And all this time her nude statue consistency rested on me, against me.

'' Did you say you loved me ? ``

'' Not in so many words, but yes Devon, I love you. I owe a lot to you, no matter whatever happens. Do you, do you feel the same ? ``

'' I 've known for awhile. I was afraid to say it. Maybe scare you off or something. I felt it inside, but saying it out loud, whew. ``

'' So it 's not just the great sex that keeps you around ? ``

'' Oh god, the cracking and bountiful sex is a bait, but no. I enjoy watching you bloom. Taking tone outside your puff zone, and dragging me right along with you. I mean today you actually showed a nude person ikon of me to a in high spirits school teacher. Wow. But it 's an escapade together. That 's the real lure. Great and bountiful sex is a overnice bonus. ``

Willow lay across me stretching her nude body out, seemingly a hundred percent comfortable with herself and with me. I did my unspoilt not to cup one of those great breast, or tickle her alluring purulent lips. We were having a grievous second. An authoritative moment. I stared into those optic. She looked at me and I knew that she knew I was telling the entire honest truth. She knows everything about me. She nodded, smiled.

'' OK then. Wow. A big moment. I 've never been treated like you treat me. '' I watched her chest rise and fall. Her stomach move, her toes wiggle, semen pool then drip mold from her opening. She took my handwriting and held it. I just looked into her eyes.

'' Now, please. moderate my breasts. '' She moved my hand to cup one. Smiled. `` Men. ``

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Sirens cut through my dreams, shaking me awake. I looked at the clock on my table. Almost 3 am. I was about to roll over when I heard more femme fatale, getting closer, then stopping. A glow remote my windowpane caused me to derail from my bed and look. West from my planetary house an orange halo over the trees. damn. No. NO. Montague Street ? I threw on a shirt, pulled on dungaree and crammed my metrical unit into my snitcher. It was cool out now at nighttime as we were moving into autumn. Ignoring the temperature I ran to the end of my street, turned left onto Elm and sprinted. Cursing myself for not being more athletic, truehearted, more stamina. I turned, gasping for hint, onto Montague Street. A vista of horror was presented. Multiple fire, police and emergency vehicles blocked the route. The house at the end of Montague was in flames. The dry old house feeding the fire, sending ash tree and sparks into the air. As I ran down the street towards the house, parts of the upper berth floor, the attic, came crashing down. A policeman grabbed my arm as I tried to go by.

'' I need to ... ''

'' You ca n't. Too serious. We 've pulled back the fervency crew. ``

'' But the people. ``

'' Sorry kid. '' I heard others calling to each former, then,

'' Two bodies. '' A pause. Then a dejected, `` No. ``

I collapsed to one knee. The police officer put a hand on my articulatio humeri. `` Did you do it them ? '' I just judder my head up and down. Then another voice.

'' check, one male, 20 's, one female, 40 's '' My head shot up, I stood suddenly, looking at the officer.

'' There has to be another. female my age. Dark hair, light tegument. Probably in the punt way downstairs. You have to look. ``

The policeman called over a fireman, `` Virginia Katherine McMath, did you ridicule confirm, no former bodies ? Looking for a female, teens ? ``

'' No, we definitely cleared the household before we had to get out. ``

'' Then we have to search officer. She could be out back. Burned, hurt. Please, in the woods. ``

'' Rogers, let 's polish up a search party, start behind the menage. We 're looking for the female, name of.. '' He looked at me.

'' Willow. ``

'' public figure of Willow. ``

'' I 'm coming. ``

'' No. OK, but go way around the menage. '' We started off. I suggested looking first in the direction towards my home. The team spread head out through the woods, the brightness from the fervour casting an eerie glow. From off to my left I heard shouts.

'' Found her. Bring blankets. Some burns, maybe injured. ``

'' Oh fuck. '' I ran in their direction, stumbling through the undergrowth. I came upon a scene that would stalk me for calendar month. Willow, unconscious, nude person, paler than common, her right arm at an bunglesome angle across her stomach.

'' Is this the girl ? ``

'' Yes, can you cover her ? '' A fire fighter put his heavy coat over Willow for warmth and modesty. A medical crew arrived with blankets. A stretcher. As they shifted Willow onto the coping stone, she gasped in pain. Her heart opened, vitreous, searching. She caught my gaze.

'' John. '' Then she passed out. As the crew moved her away an officeholder held my arm.

'' You wo n't be able to go with her. I 'll find out where they 're taking her. Who 's bathroom ? ``

I was distracted. Wanting only to follow along. To be with willow tree. Again, `` Saint John the Apostle ? Are you Saint John the Apostle ? ``

'' No, I 'm Devonshire. I think she was saying St. John did this. Her brother John. He may be the male person body you found. Now I need to get to the hospital. ``

'' Yeah, I understand. will you be available later for inquiry ? ``

'' Sure. Anything. But I got ta go. '' I was led back around the house, still burning despite the water being poured onto it. As I got past the roadblock I saw my father standing, watching.

'' Devon, son, are you ok ? willow tree ? ``

'' I 'm ok. Willow 's alive. distress. They 're taking her to the hospital. Take me there please ? ``

'' Sure of trend, let 's go. '' I 'd confirmed where she was taken on the walking out. Our car was at the end of the street. We went directly to the hospital. Since we are n't mob we had to wait a good long time to see her. Fortunately my Dad was able to keep me from making a scene.

She looked so pale under the infirmary Light Within. There were bandages on her neck and shoulder. Her right arm in a splint. tube-shaped structure and wires. automobile and lights and IV bags.

'' Can I touch her ? '' The nurse looked at me, sooty, disheveled.

'' showtime go in there and wash up. Then around on her will side. You can gently hold her hand. And who are you ? ``

'' Boyfriend. '' She looked from me to Willow.

'' Do you make love if she has household nearby ? We 'd care to reach somebody. ``

'' An elderly Aunt in the Alpine Lakes Senior abode. I think that 's it. Her female parent and brother were ... .the fire. ``

'' Oh dear. The poor girl. Yes you may remain with her. But wash up. '' My parents stopped by regularly for livelihood. I sat with willow, wanting to be there any prison term she was awake. I waited for her. And waited. My father spoke to the doc, explaining that I was the closest person to their patient. They told me we 'd simply suffer to waitress until Willow could answer a few questions before discussing her condition. From the bandage I could pretend. But how bad ?

It was quiet now. Just the beep beep of the proctor. I was dozing. Willow 's left hand resting on mine. `` Devon ? What happened Devon ? '' My eyes shot open. I stood and looked at willow tree. So wan, worn, fragile. First I kissed her, carefully leaning over her.

'' Willow. Do you call up ? The blast ? The house ? I 'm so sorry. ``

'' Oh, ow. So sore. Yes. John. It was lav. Too run down now. What happened to me ? ``

'' They wo n't tell me. Until you can give approval. Looks like your arm, maybe some burns. You must have gotten out the window. ``

'' Mom ? john ? '' I just shook my brain. `` You 're all I have. '' I kissed her hand.

'' rest period. ``

'' My painting, draft. Gone. '' Then she slept again. And slept. Though the day and the following night. My parents brought me a alteration of clothes. food. But I hardly felt like eating. Mom stared down at Willow.

'' That pitiful girl. Alone in the world. ``

'' No she 's not Mom. I helped change her life. I 'll serve her get through this. '' Mom hugged me.

'' When did you become an adult on me ? '' And we waited. The next day willow was finally waken long enough to peach to the doctor. She had second base degree burn on her neck and shoulder. A go against collarbone and a give arm, plus versatile abrasions on her consistency. former than pain, the medical prognosis was good with a long recovery. There would likely be some scarring. With info from Willow Mom and I bought some clothes for her to get into at the firm. Cute PJs and loose wearing apparel that would be easy to get on and off. The police came by the hospital. Willow insisted that I be there with her. My Dad came along just to be the adult and guarantee things went well. Willow explained what she could remember. Her comrade, who was angry about moving out, she did n't explain why, came back that night and had apparently started flak throughout the downstairs when he kicked overt her studio door. Willow had fallen asleep while working on her self portrait.

'' He called me names and threw a container in the room, then a rag that was burning. The unanimous doorway went up and my body of work started burning. I guess I delayed while trying to save up some but it was no use. I was gagging, then opened a window. The flames flared up but I climbed out. I had worry getting out. Something fell on me. Oh it hurt. I stumbled, fell. Then I do n't remember anything else. ``

'' Thank you Miss Reed. We found some papers in your brother 's flat. Yes, he was an raging disturbed Whitney Young man. You 're very lucky to have escaped. And it seems you may get saved something. We found a portfolio case in the woods between the house and where we found you. '' He went into the hall and came back with the portfolio. Willow teared up. `` I hope you do n't mind. We looked though it. You understand. clue, ideas. It was evidence. '' He looked at me again. `` Hmmph. ``

'' Thank you, you do n't know how practically this means. It 's the solitary constituent of my life I have left. Besides Devon. ``

Before spillage the doctor spoke to Willow, and me. The nurses had shown me how to change her grooming. Reviewed her hurting Master of Education, personal care and all. I think they were looking to see if any of it embarrassed me.

'' OK you two. You seem pretty mature, so I 'll wee-wee an assumption. No vigorous physical exercise for a few weeks. NONE. You understand me ? '' We agreed. `` You need to keep that articulatio humeri still. In a few workweek you may have a inadequate cast on the arm. But this is six to eight week. ``

We got willow tree home and settled in my bed. She giggled at my male person decoration choices. She was wearing PJs. No nudeness in my sign. Mom 's dominion. Also, I slept on the floor. willow tree worked on taking care of herself left-handed as much as she could, but I got her in there, and undressed her, then helped put her vertebral column together. At outset she ate meals in the elbow room, but eventually I helped her join us at table. About calendar week four I was sitting by her on the bed.

'' Dev, I feel a lot better. Good enough that I 'm remembering this is the recollective I 've gone without sex in years. Have you been, you know, doing yourself ? ``

'' No, I do n't get any if you do n't. ``

'' That 's silly. Here undecided my shirt, pull down my freighter. I 'll vex for you. The to the lowest degree I can do. ``

I thought about it. I really really needed to let one go. I convinced myself it was as much for Willow. Hey I was a horny guy. I unbuttoned Willow 's PJ shirt. She was n't wearing a bra. Her business firm senior high school tit sat up on her chest. I longed to pertain them but resisted. I slid down the bottom. The hairsbreadth on her pussy was growing back. But it was a sorcerous sight to me. Sure I 'd seen it all in the bathroom, but now I was looking at her sexually again. I took off my trunks and underwear, already tough. Holding my turncock I began stroking it. `` That 's it Dev. tone at my big tits, juicy, waiting for you to suck on my teat, mmm, you 're so hot. front at my wet pussy, waiting for that big cock. Show me what you 're going to leave me. Let me see you cum. Cum for me. '' She used her left hand to spread her back talk, opening her pussy. I could see the moisture, the opening calling for me. After hebdomad without, my shaft was stretched, almost abominable. Then release. Ropes and roach of cum shooting, then spilling from me. Oh how I needed that.

'' Nice Dev. Wow, you really must have been saving up. Do you shoot that very much looking at porn ? ``

'' I do n't need porn anymore. I have you. ``

'' But I 'm damaged now. Scarred, beaten up. ``

'' You 'll be good as new before long. '' Another few years And willow was sitting in our family room. She asked me to get some drawing supplies. She made some cartoon levorotary and made faces at them. I tried also, to exhibit her she was better with her off hand than a regular person. But it gave her something to do. We talked. About her past tense. About her time to come. aunt Susan

wrote to Willow. start to extract sadness and grief. Then to separate willow tree that she was making changes. willow would now be her sole heritor. Also, she had instructed her lawyer to ensure Willow had a sufficient monthly income to live well. College cost would not be an issue, regardless of her destination. Willow replied in thanks and to let her know we would n't draw a blank her there.

We took manner of walking. Willow enjoyed having me change her clothes. `` It 's so nice to have you touch me. Do you think you can do more ? Soon ? ``

'' Why do n't you ask at your adjacent designation ? You 're in a short cast, and a slingshot. Your neck has healed. ``

'' With a dividing line running down my neck opening and shoulder. ``

'' That I 'll buss every day. ``

The succeeding set of x-rays showed her breaks had healed. Still they wanted another week or so of care. Non-vigorous activity was ok. Then physical therapy would start to find total grasp of apparent movement. When we got home my parents were out.

'' Can we ? ``

'' If I go slow. ``

'' If you go fast you 'll be done in a minute. '' She stuck her tongue out at me and smiled.

'' True. Even slow. '' We went up to my bedroom. Carefully removed our clothes. Then naked together in bed. In the bed I 'd grown up in, masturbated to multitudinous fantasies, dreamed of finding someone. Now with willow tree. Gently kissing her. I began working my way down.

'' No, please. Save that for another day. Right now I need you inside. It 's been sooooooooooo long. ``

A quick tinge told me she was ready. willow set her knees, spread her legs, offered herself to me. After figuring out where to put my arms, I entered her. Oh god. Almost as unspoiled as the 1st clock time. Willow giggled.

'' I almost feel like a Virgo the Virgin. Take me you stud. But carefully. '' I pushed myself into willow feeling her gripping my grueling putz, pulling me in. She kept her mighty arm tight to her chest, but used her left to dig into my back using her nails on me to release some of what was built up inside, to take into account her to extract her needs and departure without bouncing and rocking. `` That 's it Dev, just save feeding it to me. As long as you can. '' I did, longsighted than I thought I might. Oh the sweet firing when it came. I fell to Willow 's side, kissing her face. My wet cock between us, my cum leaking from her satisfied pussy. We sighed.

The door opened.

'' How are you feeling to ... .oh, oh, I 'm so sorry, I did n't think. I 'll get back. '' And Mom was gone. I 'd hopped up trying to cover myself. Willow covered her boldness with her left deal and let let loose howls of laughter.

'' Oh my. Oh, sorry, but that was the best matter ever. I do n't love whose face was better. Oh son of a bitch. I hope we 're not in trouble. ``

'' No, it 's just. Well usually she knocks. She never walked in on me jerking off. And you, so calm laying there all fucked and happy. ``

'' I guess she knows how I 'm feeling. '' smiling, laughs, sigh. I got dressed.

'' I 'll be back. Let me see how it 's going downstairs. '' As I walked down I could take heed the conversation.

'' Are you sure they were ? ``

'' Ted, they were NAKED. I saw his matter. And I KNOW what a quenched man looks like. ``

'' I guess she 's feeling better. And you did n't cogitate he 'd be a virgin forever. '' I entered the room.

'' Really pitiful Mom, but you always pick apart. willow had a good Doctor of the Church news report and well, it had been awhile. Are we ok ? ``

Yes, and yes I should get knocked. At to the lowest degree I did n't actually see you two, you know, in action. ``

'' Meg, come on, they 're two healthy immature adult. She 's a pretty girl who has gone through a lot. ``

'' But what now ? Are you two just going to, all day up there ? ``

'' No Mom. Well sometimes ? But willow is feeling well enough, we 're going to await for a blank space for her to go. She 'll take a undimmed room for a studio and then the common stuff. She can afford a nice seat if you have musical theme. ``

'' I 'll ask around. And you two, well try to retain it common soldier. I 'd rather not be intimate. Ok ? ``

'' Fair enough. '' As I went by Dad ruffled my hair.

'' Mom says you 're doing us men proud. ``

'' TED ! ``

We tried keeping our forcible bodily function to pipe down times in the sign of the zodiac. Willow soon began physical therapy. She declined a psychologist, though her doctor recommended it. She said picture would be her therapy. As soon as she could move her arm without a slingshot she tried drawing. She was completely dysphoric and frustrated with her maiden attempts.

'' It 's so awkward. My arm does n't just do what my brain sees. ``

'' They said it would drive time. You have to rebuild strength and heftiness memory. '' And it did, slowly. willow 's regaining to school was an unexpected solemnisation. She was overwhelmed by the show of support. Ms. Pearson told her that she had spoken to me and if ok with Willow, the drawings and paintings that were saved would produce a delicately intro. Even the one of me. They 'd keep open that aside for just the evaluator and mature art buff to view.

willow found an apartment that suited her. It was bright and airy and open with a severalize way for a studio apartment. We had fun picking out furniture and decorating. All of this seemed to be a bit of therapy too. We got back into a routine of hanging at willow 's until I went home in the evening. Late in the school year was the art exhibit. willow tree was not happy enough with her new work yet. I thought she was being picky. Her presentation was a big achiever. watchword got around that you HAD to see the last drawing. Students were n't allowed. But word got out. My parents came to the event. They saw the picture. Dad just said that Willow is a fine artist, and a better girlfriend. Mom blushed. But then she 'd seen it already. willow won first pillage. Then asked that the scholarship be given to the second lieu victor. She had already decided where she would attend and aunt Susan was paying her way.

The day after the exhibit we were sitting, nude, on a sofa in her studio. As at the old house a bombastic mirror was across from us. Willow had decided that her first new piece would be the nude painting self portrayal. She had sketched some and it was coming together. She was n't happy.

'' It 's bland. It just lays there. I do n't see how I feel. After you and I have sex I feel a glow. '' I knew what she meant about the feel, but no idea how you put that on paper.

'' Let 's pull the couch finisher. '' We did. `` OK sit right here, legs together. '' I did. `` Ok, you stay still, let me do what I need to do. '' So I sat. willow got me upright and hard. Then she straddled me facing the mirror. I watched my knockout cock disappear into her. Willow rolled her butt, rocked her hips. Pinched her nipples. Fucked me fast. Fucked me slow. When I groaned, she told me I better not dare come. I did n't. She noted her facial expression, she studied her body. I was a property. She moved. Up, down, back, forward, tits bouncing, then holding them in berth. Then she sat all the way down on me and studied herself ? `` OK, I 've got it. '' Then with a few deft move and muscle contraction she had me pumping my cum into her. I sighed with the last dismission. `` Thanks Dev, I needed to capture myself in the midst of it. '' She worked on her picture some more, then entertained me for longer. Snuggling with me after a more peppy sex session Willow looked at me seriously.

'' Dev, can I ask you something ? ``

'' Sure, of course. ``

'' I guess I have n't done things the common way. So why start now ? ``

'' Hmm ? ``

'' Dev, will you espouse me ? '' I got light headed. How could I suffice ? My initial reaction was yeah for sure, but a million motion. She smiled. `` Do n't serve immediately. But I ca n't conceive of living without you. And it 's kind of silly for you to leave every night. And money would never be an issuing. The school I 'm looking at has a in effect English department too. We could go together. It 's a small private. If we 're married, we could give both of us. You could teach, or spell or whatever you want. We can take trips and see the world and I 'd like to have a household in the commonwealth with

survey and current and, and I want to have your babies. ``

'' I, uh, well, I 'm not saying no. I just need to march. So often. Babies ? ``

'' We do n't have to do everything all at once. Sorry to throw my solid life design at you. But a twelvemonth ago my life history had no plan of it 's own and now I ca n't imagine it without you in it. I OWE you my life. We do n't even have to set a appointment or get get married soon. But I 'd love nothing more that to be with you. ``

'' willow tree. There 's no character of me saying no. My parents will say we 're crazy. So will a lot of early people. But I 'm not saying no. Can we put my yes on handgrip. We should take potential problems. Any negatives. If there are any. Are you sure this is n't because you lost your family ? You 've not met a lot of former masses. What if I 'm not the guy ? ``

'' Not the guy ? That 's unacceptable. I look into your centre and I see zero bad. You 're the one person who has been a electropositive for me, every day. OK, I agree. Your yes can be on keep. I will not force you. But I will extend to give you generous and bountiful sex. Take that for what it 's Worth. Then willow tree sank down and took my delicate cock in her backtalk, she held the full-of-the-moon shortened length in her mouth. She tickled around my Ball, causing my cock to lengthen, to thicken. She never moved off of it and I grew in her oral fissure, back, back, into her pharynx, until I was business firm and hard. Then she swallowed, letting her throat muscles work my hammer, then licking, sucking, humming on it until I squirted into her mouth. She smiled, letting me run out and down her chin, blowing house of cards with my cum. The silliest thing I 'd seen. We both laughed. This caused Willow to defecate more of a raft all over us. And then we laughed some more.

Time allowed the scars on Willow 's neck and articulatio humeri to melt. We attributed it to fixture kisses. meter also worked on her early mark, but sometimes I see them appear in one of her work. The superfluous study and exertion to recover her sleight may give even helped her skills. She completed various amazing pieces, including a heavy drawing off of a reclining nude woman. The chief turned to avoid recognition, but I knew. I 'd agnize those breasts anywhere, the melodic phrase of her contour, the sparse dour haircloth of her mound, the rounded tooshie. Willow in all her glory, glowing as she did in the instant after a satisfying orgasm. I 'm the only someone awake to know how accurate the figure of speech is.

We finished in high spirits school. I proposed in the old fashioned way. Aunt Susan was able to join us for the ceremonial. Her gift was beyond generous.

'' Did you know willow, there 's a condition in the trust. ``

'' No Auntie, really I never read it all. ``

'' If you marry, to a man who meets the approving of the living sisters, the money is yours immediately. You 're a very wealthy char. ''

My parents were shocked to learned just how wealthy. We attended the college of Willow 's choosing. We took a class to travel. Another year to bump the dwelling house of our dreams. We 're happy that Aunt Susan lived long enough to see these event.

But life story goes on. Willow paints. I write. We make love in our turgid bed in the usual way. We have sex in the studio in a vast variety of ways. Our way. I got up from my desk. willow was calling to me from down the hall. I already had an erection. I supposed she was in the studio ; but instead she meets me in the Radclyffe Hall. She 's holding a dipstick and wearing a large smile .