Page 82 of Cocky Origins: May and Jerald Cocker

“What do you mean?”

“That feeling you had, when I touched you.”

“Oh, then yes! Yes!”

That rattles my brain and everything else I’ve got. She’s gripping my back, her legs wrapped around me. Her sweet and salty little peach is so tight my eyes are rolling back in my head. On the submarine I fantasized about being inside her, being her first. Being her one and only for the rest of her life.

One of my knees is bent to aid my hips, and my arms are smashed around her, the mattress swaying. The hook on her brassiere is digging into my wrist, but who gives a damn? I hope it scars me for life so I always remember this.

I feel my sack tighten, heat pressurizing every vein. “May!” She whimpers and I feel her walls clamp around my cock, over and over. I groan and join her in ecstasy, kissing like wild and losing our damn minds.

The pulses slow, and I collapse, panting, “I love you.”

She’s breathless, too. “I loved you the first time I saw you!”

Rising up to prop myself on my elbow so I can look at her, I smirk, “You always faint when you fall in love?”

She reaches up to play with the loose locks of my hair. “Dunno. Never been in love before.”

My heart feels that, deepening my voice with sincerity, smirk gone as I ask, “You want to have children?”

She nods, “Mmhmm.”

“How many?”

“Lots!” she grins. “A big family!”

“Lots it is.”

I start to get up for a towel and notice blood on the blanket. “Uh oh, how’re we going to hide that?”

She looks at it with me, confused. “What happened?!”

“That’s from your first time, as far as I gather. One of the guys told me this happened to him. It’s never been my experience, so I didn’t bring us a towel. Damn! Now, what’re we gonna do?”

She asks, looking scared, “Are you mad?”

Realizing my error, I reach for her face, slide my fingers down it. “No, baby. That’s not why I’m swearing. It’s just we told Walter that we were married. If we were, tonight wouldn’t have been your first time, see?”

Perking up, she offers, “Maybe we got married today!”

“The story was we just got back from Norfolk.”

“Then we got married in Norfolk!”

“I don’t think it’s going to fly. If we had just gotten married today, we would’ve been more excited about it. We’d have included it in our story.”

“Oh,” she whispers, deflated.

Grabbing my coat, “I’ll be right back,” I hold it in front of me and peek into the hall. Nobody here.

Quick strides to the shared washroom and I’m soon rinsing off in the sink, swearing under my breath at getting us in this jam. I grab a couple towels, wet one and take a gander at my reflection.

Well now.

These lips sure are raw.

A grin spreads and snaps me back to what’s most important. I return to my future wife without anyone seeing me, shut the door, and stroll on up in no hurry.

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