I grabbed my keys and drove the SUV downtown. The navigator was off by few blocks so I had to circle around a bit. "Seedy" was a nice way of describing this area. I finally found the Causeway Apartments. It looked more like an old run-down hotel. There was an old guy in a grey beard on the front stoop rocking back and forth. It looked like he had deteriorated with the structure.

I wasn't confident that my vehicle was safe parked here, but I had no good options. I should have paid Frank to come with me. I parked as close as I could get, hopped

out, and locked it twice. I walked up to the old man. "Is there a landlord here?"

"More like the land king." He started laughing at his joke. I could smell his foul breath even though I was a good five feet away. "First door on the left. Can you spare some change?" He held a liver-spotted quivering hand. Screw it, I thought, at least he provided the information first. I reached into my pocket and loosened a ten by touch. I didn't want to pull out a wad of bills on this street. I handed him the ten.

"Watch my car, will you?" I just nodded to him as I walked past.

"Ain't no one gonna touch it, Mister. Not with Freddy on the job." He was smiling pretty well. I saw that he was missing about half his teeth. Surprisingly, there was double door entry way to the place. It smelled like stale alcohol, but it must help with the weather. I pushed through the second set and was met with another smell. Unwashed dog was the only thing that was close. I wrinkled my nose and knocked on Suite 101 on the left.

A man slightly bigger than me in a stained wife beater T-shirt answered the door. "What you want?" He sounded like he grew up on the street and was proud of it.

"I am here to bring Mia Perez's account up to date and pick up her things." I wasn't sure I should have put it quite

that way. I felt it may have come off a bit snobbish. He just smiled.

"She doesn't pay with money, asshole, and I am not interested in a blowjob from you." I wasn't prepared for that. The image of Mia on her knees before this piece of shit hit my brain like a ton of bricks. My fist shot forward before I had a chance to consider where I was. I connected with his face before he had a chance to drop his shitty grin. He dropped on his ass like a sack of potatoes, and blood started coming out of his nose. I had never hit anyone in my life before. My hand was in extreme pain. I struggled to ignore it. The landlord's expression promised my impending death. He rose, keeping a careful eye on me.

I pulled my money clip out of my pocket. "My investigator has told me that Mia has stayed here for six months." I started counting out bills and he slowed his rise. "I have no idea what one of these dumps cost." I kept snapping more bills off the clip. He returned to his feet and took a half a step away from me. His nose was dripping blood on the floor. He didn't seem bothered by the fact. "This is five thousand dollars that says she was a model tenant, an angel of virtue, and always current with the rent." I handed him the money. He understood immediately.

"I'm sorry I insulted her, Sir." He took the money from my hand slowly. "I mistook the name for someone else. Where would you like Ms. Perez's belongings?" Greed is a wonderful motivator.

"The black SUV up front." I handed him another hundred. "Hire some help if you need to. Lose anything that looks like it might be related to drugs or her old profession." He nodded his head.

"Bobby, get out here! We got work to do." He was yelling back into the apartment. A younger carbon copy of the landlord appeared from around the corner.

"Damn, Pops! Who did your face?" He was eyeing me with suspicion.

"I ran into the door. We got to load Ms. Perez's belongings into this gentleman's SUV." He was pointing at me. The son didn't grasp the "gentleman" reference and started to speak.

"You mean that whor..." His father's hand moved much quicker than mine ever could and slapped his son across the face.

"We don't make disparaging comments about our best tenants." The landlord smiled at me and handed his son the hundred. "Let's get her stuff loaded." Bobby moved off with renewed vigor after pocketing the hundred. I returned outside to Freddy guarding my car. He was leaned up against it like he owned it.

"Thank you, Freddy." I smiled at him and received a toothless grin in return. It took the father and son team

fifteen minutes to load up the five boxes that made up Mia's life. Bobby must have heard the whole story, because he apologized to me at first sighting. After the SUV was loaded, the landlord came up and indicated they were done.

"I removed some stuff you didn't want to see." He looked down toward me. He had a tissue stuffed in his right nostril. "Everything else is there; we ain't no thieves." Honor among slime, I thought to myself.

"Thank you," I said. I entered my vehicle and drove away. As soon as I was out of sight, I took a good look at my throbbing hand. It was beginning to bruise and was a bit stiff. I flexed it and figured there were no broken bones. I remembered the feeling when I saw the landlord fall on his ass. It felt good to defend Mia's honor even though it was unwarranted. I conveniently forgot that I would be in the hospital if the landlord wasn't so greedy. I drove home the victor.

I found the house empty when I returned. I panicked, kicking myself for leaving her alone. I ran to each room and checked the bathrooms.

I grabbed my phone and was about to dial Monica when I spotted some black hair at the top of a lounger under the umbrella. I stopped to catch my breath and laughed to myself. That is exactly where I would be if I were her. I donned a set of swim trunks and headed down.

I found her sound asleep with her finger three chapters deep into The Hobbit. "My fantasy woman" was my only thought. I moved the umbrella to extend her shade time and pulled the other lounger close. I quietly lay on my side to watch her sleep. She was wearing one of the new swimsuits we bought yesterday. I wished it could have been the white bikini. This was a full suit that still revealed her curves. I loved those curves. I watched her chest go up and down slowly almost in time with the waves. My beach was so much better with her on it. It took only a few minutes before I nodded off.

I was awakened later by a soft set of lips kissing my hand. I open my eyes and was met by a quick kiss. "Whose face did this to your hand?" She was lightly caressing my now black and blue knuckles. It looked a lot worse than it felt. There was concern in her eyes. I was about to lie about how it happened. It would just be insulting; she knew why my hand was bruised.

"I don't want to tell you right now." I looked into her eyes and prayed she wouldn't push. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Then I probably don't want to know." She grabbed my good hand and pulled up. "It needs some ice though." She was leading me back to the house. She looked good in her suit. I was hanging back half a step watching her cute butt cheeks go up and down as she made the incline. She caught me out of the corner of her eye. "Stop watching my

fat ass," she said, smiling as she spun around, hiding her behind.

"Sexy butt, sexy breasts. I don't care which way you walk." I laughed as she began to blush. The way she filled out the suit, I wasn't sure if I would prefer the bikini. She built an ice pack inside of a wet towel just like Grandma. I sat on a stool. She pulled up next to me and placed the ice pack across my knuckles. She held it there while she stroked my arm with her other hand. I felt a tremor in her hand as she caressed my arm. I looked up and realized she was putting things together. Her eyes were beginning to water.

"I'm not going to like what you did, am I?" She was holding back tears. I could see pain forming in her face. I thought she was going to let it drop. She fooled me with her smiles during the climb back to the house.

"I'm really hoping you don't hate me for it." I was getting scared. Why did I have to hit that asshole?

"Are you going to tell me if I ask?" She was looking down at the floor. Her voice was becoming halting as she sensed the direction things were going.

"Yes. It will hurt us, though." Maybe she will let it slide for a while longer. I really thought it would come out better later. She was shaking a bit.

"Where were you?" Today was not going to be a good day. I just prayed that we would survive it.

"Your stuff from your old apartment is in my car." I couldn't say it directly. I figured if I spoke in generalities it would sound milder. I was wrong. She let go of me and covered her eyes. I could see her cheeks reddening as the tears began to flow. I reached out to her and she slapped my hand away. She didn't leave, which surprised me.

"How much do you know?" She wanted everything right now. I wasn't sure my heart could take her pain. I hesitated and pulled away from her a bit. "How much?" she repeated. I wasn't going to lie.

"Just about everything." I said it slowly with as much compassion as I could muster. I knew it wasn't going to be enough. She dropped her hands from her face and stood up away from me. I looked into the most pained face in the world. Tears were pouring out of her eyes.

"I never wanted you to know me like that." She was screaming at me. "That stupid boat was supposed to blow up." She was pointing to the beach as she got louder. "Why didn't the fucking thing just blow up?" She yelled as she started to back away. I reached out toward her and she slapped my hand away again. "Don't you fucking touch me?" It sounded evil and hurt my ears. "You're just looking for you own private live-in whore, aren't you?" I tried to answer, but she interrupted. "You couldn't buy this whore for all your money." She ran towards the back of the

house. "All you fucking assholes are the same." I heard the bedroom door slam. I had lost her.

It took everything I had not to run and hide on the beach. I knew that if I let her leave the house, she would be dead within a week. I called Dr. Williams and told him everything.

"Don't let her leave. Tie her up if you have to. I should be there in thirty minutes." He never said I told you so. I had to respect him for that. Luckily, Mia never left the bedroom.

"Where is she?" Bob didn't even say hello.

"In the bedroom. I think she locked herself in." He started running.

"Anything sharp in there?" He was clinical. I was horribly panicked. We reached the door and it was locked. Bob knocked on the door loudly. "Mia, it's Dr. Williams." There was no answer. He didn't knock again. Wally took a few steps back and shouldered the door with all he had. I heard the frame split as the door flew open. Mia was on the bed in a fetal position. He grabbed her hands quickly and checked the wrists and felt her pulse. "Did you take anything, Mia?" He was speaking forcible.

"The only things in this God-damned house are vitamins!" She yelled back at him. He stood up and walked back to me.

"She's fine. Go outside and stay away for a while." He gave me a compassionate smile and pushed me on my way. I went down to the beach. I couldn't believe I had screwed everything up. I would never find anyone like her again.

The umbrella was only half shading the lounger. It needed to be moved again. I really hated that umbrella. I yanked it out of the sand and throw it toward the rock wall. It wasn't enough. I leaned the shaft against one of the rocks and jumped on it. The wood snapped in half. I pulled the metal spines backward over the top and ripped the fabric. I found I was able to break each half of the shaft into smaller pieces. I tore the fabric completely off the spines and threw it into the water. I bent the metal spines into crooked ball and tossed in after the cloth. I still didn't feel better.

I moved to the edge of the ocean and lay down half in, half out of the water. I let the late afternoon sun attack my skin as I waited for the tide to come in and wash me out to sea. It was an hour before I realized the tide was going out. I prayed for a school of jellyfish instead. It hit me then. My life before Mia. To never see her in my house again. To be alone again. I curled into a ball and wished for death. Not even the waves could soothe me anymore.

I felt and heard someone sit down next to me. I was afraid to roll over and look.

"I killed my family. I am a heroin addict. I am a prostitute. I tried to kill myself on your beach, and I screwed that up too." She was speaking quietly, saner, although what she was saying sounded insane. "In the movies, the boat always blows up when it hits the rocks." I rolled over and I knew there were tears in my eyes.

"You're going to leave me, aren't you?" I tried to sound like I was in control of myself. I am sure I failed.

"You killed the umbrella." Why wasn't she answering?

"I hated it. Are you leaving?" I asked again. I hadn't received the "yes" I was expecting.

"Doc says you love me. How can you love what I am?" She hasn't made her decision yet. At least there was still hope.

"You're asking me to care about who you were. I only care about who you are." I sat up in the sand. "I have no idea why I love you. I just do. The moment you curled into my chair on the beach, I was yours." I threw a handful of sand into the water. "I liked that you were alone too. It's sad, but I was attracted to that."

"How did you hurt your hand?" She kept moving the subject around. She was trying to think.

"Your landlord said something rude and I swung without

thinking." I didn't think she needed to know the whole conversation.

"What did he say?" She wasn't going to let me hide anything.

"He told me that you didn't pay with money and he didn't want a blowjob from me." It felt really bad telling her the truth. It sounded worse than when he said it. She looked away from me for a second. I think she was trying not to cry.

"Why didn't he kill you?" She was under no illusion that I would win in a fair fight.

"His greed overtook his pride. He now has a completely different opinion of you." I knew what the next question was and I didn't make her ask. "Five grand."

"I won't let you go broke trying to fix my past." She really had no concept of my net worth. "You don't have enough money to buy off everyone I ever screwed." Yes I did, but I kept it to myself.

"I just wanted you to have your stuff back. You must have pictures of Adrian which are worth more than a lousy five thousand." I hoped I didn't just buy back garbage. She wiped a tear that leaked out of her eye.

"Thank you. There are some things I didn't want to lose." I was glad it wasn't a totally wasted trip. We sat in silence

for a while. There was one more thing I needed to know and I preferred for her to tell me.

"Why did you steal the boat?" I looked at her, and she didn't even flinch. She looked out into the ocean where the fading sun met the waves.

"Are you sure you want to know?" She didn't really want to tell me anymore than I wanted to discuss the landlord.

"Someone is looking into it for me, but I would prefer if you told me." She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

"It was a harbor boat. I was hired to take care of a guy on his yacht anchored in the harbor. I fucked him, and then we went to the deck for a break. I was naked and pretty stoned. There were six of his friends waiting for me when we got up there. He told me I had to take care of all of them, and I refused." She sighed. "He got a hold of my purse and clothes and told me I wasn't getting them back until they were all satisfied. When I refused again, he threw them overboard and told me they would just take what they wanted. Luckily, they were more drunk than I was stoned. I was able to get on his harbor boat and break away. That was the point of no return for me. I knew I didn't want to go on anymore."

"Now I know everything. I don't want you to leave me." I was afraid she hated herself so much that happiness was hell for her.

"I don't have anywhere else to go." It was a cop out. My frustration was rising, and I knew it wouldn't help the situation.

"If you want to leave, I will give you whatever money you need to start over. Do you love me or not?" I couldn't believe I had just drawn a line in the sand. I was angry, frustrated, and scared of how she would answer. She turned back to me with wet eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I love you. I just don't know how you could love me." I smiled as a warmth filled my soul. I hadn't lost her. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her lips to mine. She responded slowly then added passion to match mine. I rolled her onto her back and held her face in my hands.

"For now, just accept that I do love you." I smiled and kissed her face all over. "No more secrets, no more lies. You are mine, and I am yours." I was back at her lips as she folded her hands gently around the back of my head and engaged my tongue. She ran her thigh up along mine and quickly separated her lips from mine.

"You're covered in sand." There was desire in her eyes. "How about the pool?" She was breathing hard. I had no idea how she moved from "don't touch me" to "how about the pool." All I knew is that I wanted her badly. My arousal was evident as I pulled her to her feet. We almost ran to the pool, trying not to let the mood weaken. I dropped my suit and dove in. I turned and watched the most adorable striptease. She had to peel herself out of her suit which

required a few sexy shimmies and made her all the more desirable. I gave a wolf whistle as she finally pulled it down her legs. I received a sexy runway pose before she dove in after me.

Our lips met again in the shallows. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I ran my hands over her body not knowing where to touch first and not wanting to miss a part. My inexperience was evident as I explored. Mia tenderly grabbed my hand and moved it between her legs. "This is yours." She whispered in my ear. "I don't want any other man but you to touch it ever again." It felt like my dick was trying to grow larger. As I let my hand explore between her legs. The folds were sensual, soft and slick. I ran a finger along the slit carefully feeling for the entrance. She opened for me and I slipped my finger into the warmest and most inviting embrace.

"You feel so beautiful." I was mesmerized with her pussy. I had never taken the time to enjoy a woman so completely. Mia moaned as I explored her with my finger. I liked being the cause of the moan. I felt her hand around my hard-on, and my hips jerked a bit.

"I want you inside me," she said, looking into my eyes. I felt a twinge in my groin at that and knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't want to disappoint her, but she was just too damn hot. I removed my hand and fumbled my dick into position. I was a bit over excited and had trouble finding my way in. Mia smiled, and I felt her grab my cock and guide it toward Heaven. Her feet left the bottom of the

pool, and she encircled my hips with her legs. The most wonderful sensation enveloped my shaft. She slowly took all of me while watching my eyes. I was trying desperately not to explode. I never wanted it to end. She looked so gorgeous hanging on my shoulders. Her hips moved to meet mine.

"Do you love me, Dale?" She knew the answer to that.

She just wanted to hear it again.

"I love you, Mia." I felt her hips grind into my groin. Her head tilted backward, and her smile warmed deliciously. My experience was irrelevant. My words were her aphrodisiac. "I want you more than anything." Her hips were grinding involuntarily. I was trying desperately to hold back just a moment longer. "You are in my soul. I will love you forever." Mia's whole body began to shake, and her muscles tensed. I saw the veins in her neck enlarge as her hips ground harder and more sporadically. A sexy growl came from her lips which sent me over the top. I emptied into her again and again. I thought I would never stop as pleasure coursed through my body into the love of my life.

Mia pulled forward as her spasms subsided. My legs collapsed, and we fell backward underwater, her lips locked on mine. I thought she was going to smother me to death, she was squeezing so hard. She separated from me, and we rose back into the air. It was the single best experience of my life. "I really love swimming with you!" I couldn't even attempt to shrink my grin. Everything about

her was so exciting. Mia laughed and wrapped her arms around and through me.

"You were beyond perfect!" She kissed me on the lips. "I am yours, you know." She kissed me on my nose and moved to my forehead then my cheeks. I held her close and whispered in her ear.

"No more doubts?" I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I had to know.

"None at all." I felt her smile against my cheek. My plan had one more step. It was an insane step, but my life had always been a bit insane.

"Marry me." I said it clearly. I didn't whisper. I wanted her to know I meant it. She pulled her head back and looked me in eyes.

"You're serious." It was a statement that didn't require a response. I gave her one anyway.

"Absolutely serious." I didn't let my eyes drift away from hers. Without blinking, the word formed on her lips.

"Yes." Her expression didn't change. I felt she was waiting for me to withdraw the offer. I just smiled and gave her a tender kiss which she returned.

"Mia, my wife... I really like the sound of that," I said when our lips parted. I think it hit her right then. I wasn't pulling

her chain. I had no fear of her past and no fear of our future. She melted into me and screamed into the air. She released all her fears with mine, and we emotionally entwined our futures.

The sliding glass door slammed open and Dr. Williams came running out. He had heard Mia's scream and thought the worst. He slowed when he saw a naked entwined couple in the pool with smile-laden faces. "Whoa! Not quite what I expected." He said trying to cover his eyes. I could see a grin hidden behind his hand. Mia started laughing. What a wonderful laugh.

"You want to be really blown away?" Mia said with sparkling eyes.

"Nothing you two do will shock me anymore." He sat on a pool chair which allowed the side of the pool to provide the necessary modesty.

"Mia has agreed to be my wife." I watched his expression go through three or four emotions and then settle on happy.

"That is many levels of insane, but with you two, it just seems to fit." He was smiling at both of us. He started laughing to himself. "Monica is going to shit when she hears this." He started slapping his knee. "She was so pissed at you for screwing up her anniversary. She made me promise to make you do the heavy lifting, and she gave the clinic a lot of your money to make sure it

happened." He was having a hard time trying to control the laughter. "She said you wouldn't last a day." He was hysterical at this point. "She's been waiting for your apology. Called me twice wondering why you weren't begging for forgiveness." He pointed at me. "What I wouldn't give to see her face when she hears about this."

"Honey, we really should do something nice for her and her husband. After all, you did screw up their anniversary." Mia pulled me close smiling. I was fine with her being my social compass.

"We certainly owe her something for putting us together." I squeezed Mia. "We'll put our heads together and dream up something special." I looked back at the doctor.

"Well, my work is done here. It's been an absolute privilege working with you two." He smiled as he stood up. We had drifted to the edge of the pool so he didn't have to hide behind his hand. "I am truly happy for both of you. I just never saw it coming." He held out the palm of his hand. "I'll show myself out." He was still chuckling as he walked back through the house. Mia shouted thanks as he disappeared inside.

"Well Mrs. Drake, or Perez if you prefer, would you like some dinner?" I was steering her toward the stairs.

"Mrs. Drake is indeed hungry." She smiled at me as she followed.

We had a wonderful dinner of frozen crap. Mia and I decided that grocery shopping was first on the list for tomorrow. As we were cleaning up the plates, my phone buzzed. It was Frank.

"Frank, I am going to put you on speaker." I wasn't going to hide anything from Mia anymore. I placed the phone on the table. "Mia Perez is here with me."

"I'm not sure I understand Mr. Drake." Frank was a bit confused. He didn't expect to be talking with anyone but me.

"Mia, Frank is the one who I had looking into your past. I suspect he has information about the boat incident to report."

"Hi Frank." Mia smiled at me. I think she was happy that I didn't take the call privately.

"Hello, Ms. Perez." Frank stuttered a bit.

"Frank, I hired you to clear up some issues between Mia and myself so I could talk her into marrying me." I heard a cough on the other side of the line. "She has already told me what happened on the boat and has agreed to be my wife."

"Ahh, congratulations!?" It sounded more like a question.

"I think we may have caught you off guard, Frank. I told

Dale everything. I am sure the gentleman on the boat may spin it a bit differently but, the gist will be the same." Mia scooted next to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry, I am not used to working for couples with so much trust. Kind of comes with the job." He was getting on his feet again. "The yacht is owned by a Walter Patterson. It was his son Thomas Patterson who hired you, Ms. Perez, for his evening's entertainment." He paused to make sure that I was fully aware of the events. "It seems that Mr. Patterson has a habit of renegotiating his agreements with his entertainers once he has them on his father's boat. You are not the first one he has done this to." He coughed a bit. "I apologize, Ms. Perez, but he calls them his 'water bang parties.' He has some like-minded friends who frequent the events."

"What a bastard!" Mia had grim look on her face. "I thought it was a spur of the moment thing. You say he planned to share me with his friends?"

"Yes, ma'am. A rather distraught young man, Kyle Gladstone, filled me in. He was on board and had no idea that you had not previously agreed. Mr. Patterson controls his job prospects. He spent a good twenty minutes telling me how ashamed he was for not telling the police."

"Tall blonde kid, funny glasses?" Mia asked.

"That describes him pretty well." Frank added. Mia looked at me.

"He got in the way of the other guys when I made for the harbor boat. I think he got in over his head," Mia injected.

"That was my feeling also. Both Mr. Patterson and Mr. Gladstone work for a small chemical outfit called Gem Works." Frank sighed, "I don't think you should have bought him a new boat, Mr. Drake. They would have dropped the charges just to keep the incident quiet and avoid jail time themselves."

"How much did I pay for the boat?" I was beginning to devise a bit of payback. I heard paper shuffling on the other end.

"$33,781 according to the invoice Bob sent me." I wrote down the number and a few other notes.

"Thanks, Frank. Your service has been very valuable to me." I was getting used to thanking people.

"Thanks, Frank. I appreciate your careful choice of words." Mia smiled at the phone.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Ms Perez. Congratulations on your engagement." He disconnected. I really liked Frank. He was a no bullshit guy who seemed to care for his clients. I was hoping I could use him again in the future.

"I suddenly don't like Mr. Thomas Patterson." I said with a

mischievous smile. "What do you say we try to put an end to his water bang parties."

"Oh, could we?" Mia was getting excited. Almost a bit bouncy which was more attractive than she knew.

We hit the internet and spent some time on Gem Works. There wasn't a lot of information on the small company, but we found enough. A local business journal article talked about them trying to expand into a specialized phosphorus product. They were having trouble getting the necessary funding as their history lacked profits. Chemicals were just not on the love list for venture capital firms these days. Their President and CEO was Brian Fitzgerald. I knew exactly what to do first thing in the morning.

Mia wasn't that crazy about the plan. She was concerned about the money I was spending. Wives are always trying to reign in their husbands' spending. I kissed her and chuckled at her concern. I got a couple of hands on the hips and a cross look. "What's so funny about saving money?" I could have told her, but I wanted to cherish the look on her face. I fired up my laptop and logged into the brokerage account. I went to the aggregate page and spun it around so she could look.

"Our main account, Mrs. Drake." I was smiling as her eyes found the total. Her mouth fell open, and I watched her eyes go back and forth over the total. I noticed she

had stopped breathing. "You have to breathe, sweetie." I chuckled as she reread the number for the tenth time.

"You are rich-rich!" She looked up at me with wide eyes.

She was still processing how much was there.

"We are rich." I corrected.

"I can't even fathom what to do with that kind of money." She was still in shock.

"Putting an end to water bang parties might be a good start." She smiled and scooted next me on the couch.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy I find rich men." She was stroking my inner thigh. I felt my blood begin to move. I pushed an errant hair back behind her ear.

"I have always kind of had a thing for rich women." She smiled into my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. I felt her hand move higher as my arousal increased. I reached out and stilled her hand.

"I want you to teach me how to love you." It came out kind of wrong. I knew what I meant, but I was sure Mia was confused.

"I think you did pretty damn well in the pool a few hours ago." She smiled at me, thinking I might need an ego boost. I gave her a quick kiss.

"I want you to teach me about you. I want you to show me where I should kiss, where I should touch, and where I should lick." I was turning a bit red at the last part. "I want to know how to please you."

"Was that your first time?" I knew she meant in the pool.

"Sort of. I paid for it a couple of times, but it never felt like it did in the pool." I looked up into her eyes. I felt kind of exposed, but I really wanted to know how her body worked.

"Well, as your first and last girlfriend, I feel it is my duty to let you pleasure me." She caressed my cheek with a smile. She got up and hurried me along to the bedroom. "God, this is going to be fun!" Her enthusiasm was making me horny.

Mia stripped as soon as we arrived at the bed. "Different things turn on different women. Lucky for you, you only have to learn about one woman." She began undressing me. "I love being touched everywhere. Don't waste your time staying in one place. My nerve endings kind of get bored if you stay anywhere too long." She undid my belt buckle while I was making mental notes. "If you want to get me going, start with my joints." She smiled up at me as she lowering my shorts. "My neck, the inside of my elbow, behind the knees and, for some reason, my ankles." My dick bounced up as my shorts dropped. "Just light kisses, butterfly kisses and little licks. Nothing too sloppy though."

She hopped on the bed and spread herself out. She was grinning ear to ear. I gave her a curious look.

"What about your breasts?" I really liked the idea of playing with those. Mia chuckled.

"Those are all for you and feeding babies. Don't get me wrong; it feels nice when you play with them. Mine just aren't super sensitive." I was slightly disappointed. "Don't worry, I'll show you other things titties are good for later." Her smile held promise that eased my concern. I climb into the bed next to her. She giggled and rolled me on top of her. "When it's your turn, I own you. Right now it's my turn so you own me. I am your prized possession, and I have no choice but to submit to your control." God, I liked the sound of that. Her body was my plaything and I was getting really excited.

I covered her body with mine and allowed an elbow and my knees to take the weight. My lips found the base of her neck, and I began lightly kissing and teasing it with my tongue. I felt involuntary shivers run through her body as my free hand lightly caressed her side. I kissed up to her ear and remembered the pool. "I love that you're mine." I whispered softly to her as my lips began to descend again.

"Yes, and words like that." She said as my hand lightly caressed her side and my lips followed the contours of her shoulder. She was cooing as I kissed down her arm and tickled the crook of her elbow with my tongue. I slowly moved back up to the other side of her neck.

"You taste delicious," I whispered, and another shiver ran through her body. I ran down her other arm and lightly tortured the inside of her elbow to a few quiet moans. I could feel the muscles in her body contracting in response to the tickling sensation.

I shifted my weight to my knees and moved my lips to her breasts. She told me they weren't a big turn-on, but they were too wonderful to ignore. I gave the left nipple a little lick and gently blew on it. A forest of goose bumps appeared. I smiled and repeated the process on the right nipple. I got a giggle out of Mia and a whispered "Men!" said with humorous contempt.

I kissed a wet trail down her chest across her tummy. With both hands now free, my fingers were exploring her sides and running down her thighs. As my kisses reached her thighs, a wonderful musky aroma inflamed my nose. I carefully lifted her leg as I slowly moved to her knee, my eyes never leaving the adorable womanhood between her legs. The lips were shaded both lighter and darker than the surrounding skin. When I lifted her leg higher to access behind her knee the slit glistened. It looked as wonderful as it had felt in the pool. I caressed her thigh with both hands and kissed the crook of her knee. I pushed Mia's knee back toward her as I massaged her calf. Her pussy opened slightly to reveal its wetness. It looked so warm, it had me entranced.

I reached her ankle and made love to it with my tongue as I massaged the bottom of her foot. I started hearing a constant low moan from Mia. I knew I was doing well. I raised the other foot to my lips and reversed the process I had used on her left leg. I was slowly descending back toward her intoxicating scent. As I approached, more of her muscles were responding involuntarily.

I pushed both of her thighs back toward her. I was desperate to see her. My face was only inches away from that precious opening as I ran my fingers along it. I opened her flower slightly and examined the multiple folds and the wetness that was flooding the sides. Mia moaned louder as I lightly touched her clit which had emerged from its hiding place. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I loved her for letting me explore. Mia misinterpreted my exploration as hesitation. She spoke softly to me.

"Not every guy likes to..."