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“I want you too,” he replied, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”

After his confession earlier, she knew this to be true. She rose up, climbed on top of him and began to kiss him, softly at first, then harder, desperate with desire. She reached her right hand down, gripping his dick firmly as she masturbated it and rubbed his raw member against her clit.

I’m ready, she thought, I’m finally ready. This is finally going to happen.

He began to softly kiss her neck as he slowly planted a trail of wet, soft kisses over her shoulder, along her breast, and then each nipple.

She slowly began to slide him inside her tight virgin pussy and, for the first time, it went in without any problems or complication. The pain mixed with desire was almost more than she could bear.

He threw her over so that now he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around either side, spreading herself wide to receive his throbbing rock-solid cock. He entered her once more and thrust his hips back and forth in sync with her gyrating. He plunged himself deeper inside her pussy, which was both tight and soaking wet. She screamed with pleasure, reaching back and placing her hand against the headboard to stabilize herself.

“Go easy on me,” she begged and so once again, he did as he was told. No hesitation or questions asked.

Chapter 6

Sunlight crept into the bedroom, casting a shadow on the luxurious bed. Lisa woke from her deep slumber to find herself alone, with no sign of Tim whatsoever. Her first thought was to check the sheets and make sure they were still clean. They were. No signs of blood. Thank God for all those horse riding lessons growing up she thought. So if that didn’t scare him away then what did?

She rose from the bed, still naked as the day she was born - which just happened to be forty years ago from that very day.

Looking out the window onto the driveway where her car had been parked, she noticed the spot was empty. What?! She looked again, making sure it was the right place. Shit, she thought. I’ve been robbed?

Panicked, suddenly, she scuttled around, looking for her clothes. They’re gone! When she didn’t find them she remembered that they must still be downstairs on the living room floor where she had heft them the night before. Rushing from the bedroom, she ran down the stairs. What’s that sound? Stopping to listen, she heard the sound of a car pulling up.

Lisa reached the bottom of the stairs as the door opened. Behind it stood Tim wearing the army uniform with a white box in his hand. The look on his face indicated that he was both aroused and please to find her still undressed.

“I was hoping to still find you in bed,” he said. “I got you a little present.”

“Why would you do that?” she inquired, a little pissed off that he had run off to god knows where in her car and left her alone in a big old strange house.

“Because it’s your birthday, silly,” he said with a smile. “At least that’s what your Wikipedia page said. It is your birthday right?”

“Yeah it is,” she replied.

“Great,” he said. “I was hoping to give you this is bed but seeing as you are here now…”

He opened the box, slowly revealing its contents. It was a two-layer, chocolate cake, decorated with brightly colored hearts and cupids. “Happy Birthday, Lisa” was written across the top in big, red-icing letters. Mounds of whipped cream encircled the perimeter.

A wave of emotion washed over Lisa. “Ohmygod, Tim. That is so sweet!”

“Would you like to go back upstairs and celebrate?” he asked with a cheeky grin on his face.

Lisa didn’t need to reply. He already knew what her answer would be.

Chapter 7

They strolled back into the bedroom hand in hand. Lisa released his grip the moment they entered the bedroom and hopped onto the bed.

“Bring the cake over here,” she demanded, smiling coyly.

Tim placed the cake on the bed next to Lisa just as he was told.

“Now strip for me,” she said, “like Magic Mike.”

He laughed, his wonderful, deep belly-laugh. Then, still smiling, he gyrated his hips rhythmically, twisting down to the floor, casting his legs out from one side to the other. Slowly, seductively, he undid his jacket, throwing it onto the floor, revealing his young, muscular body. Lisa gasped. He rose, and, still rotating his hips, thrust his groin into her as she sat on the edge of the bed, tingling with desire. Her hands reached out to touch his firm abs as he danced backward, looking into her eyes. His darkened with desire.

Lisa may have been misquoted when she publicity declared her love of men in uniforms, but, as Tim slowly undressed for her, that statement was becoming truer and truer. Now, as he straddled her body, his glistening torso on display, he reached down to undo his pants.

“No! Leave them on!” she demanded.

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