Page 28 of Learning to Love

She leans in for a kiss, and I pull her closer on my lap. She wraps her legs around me, and I can feel myself getting hard for her. I don't think there will ever be a time when I don't want her, crave her, need her like I do now.

I lift her up, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and climb on the bed.

She puts a finger on my lips. "It's your birthday. You get the treats." She takes off her clothes but doesn't let me touch her. "Na-ah. Your turn." She takes off my t-shirt and shorts, freeing my dick, which is aching for her. She kisses my lips, my jaw, then makes her way slowly but torturously downwards. She kisses my chest, sucks on my nipples, and by then I'm ready to explode. I try to hold her, but she moves away, giggling. She's going to be the death of me.

By the time she reaches my navel and grabs my dick, I'm starting to have a fair idea of what she wants to do, even through my desire induced brain fog. She takes all of me in her mouth, and I gasp. She starts stroking and sucking, driving me insane.

"Darling, I…" I'm unable to finish the sentence. No room for thoughts. Only … how can I make her come?

I summon all my strength to not come too quickly and pull her up. She looks at me, puzzled and a bit disappointed.

"I want to taste you as you're tasting me."

A slow smile lights up Ellie's face, and she lies on top of me, facing away. I pull her closer to my face and taste her pussy. She's wet for me, and I need more. She is teasing my dick again and moaning every time my tongue flicks over her clit. She tastes amazing, and I want to make her come before I do. She seems to have the same thought. She works my dick faster, and more forcefully, licking the tip and sending me spiraling into oblivion. She comes seconds before I do, and I lap up all her juices before coming hard into her mouth.

I pull her up in my arms and we lay spent for what feels like a long time.

"Happy Birthday," she says after a while.

We laugh like it's the funniest thing in the world. We’re carefree and in love. Except I’m carrying the heaviest burden of all. Once Ellie finds out …

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Ellie

It's Boxing Day today, and Tom convinced Sam and Steve, their dad, to go out on their boat diving for seafood bright and early. I'll spend most of the day with Joan, Sam's mum, then go out for a quick shop for Boxing Day sales with Sophie, Tom's wife, before the men come back.

After a cursory breakfast, I want to accompany them to the beach so I can wave them off.

"Time to get going. Sam said you want to wave us off, Ellie, so better get a move on". Steve, Sam's dad, rushes me along, playfully.

Sam and Tom bring out some wetsuits and diving gear, check everything is in order, then start walking towards the beach. Steve goes around the house, and comes back driving a tractor.

"Hop on, Ellie." I laugh, climb on, and off we go on the streets of O'Neill's Bay, on a massive red old tractor. Tom and Sam have already changed in their wetsuits, and I hop off, while Steve is bringing the boat around.

I kiss Sam firmly on his lips. "Take care out there. I want you to come back."

He smiles and strokes my cheek. "Will bring you scallops."

Using the tractor, Steve launches the boat, the boys hop on, and he parks the tractor close by. The boys help him climb aboard, and they sail off as I wave. The boat motors off into the distance, a trail of spray in its wake. I watch until I can't see it any longer, and my chest tightens. I'm afraid I won't be able to relax until he's back safely. I take a deep sigh, and walk back to Sam's parents’ house to hang out with Joan, and Sophie later on.

I find Joan in the kitchen, making coffee. "Would you like some, dear?"

"I would love some, thank you." It's my first coffee of the day, and I can sense it's going to be one of many, since Sam is away and I'm so worried.

"You really worry about him, don't you, Ellie?" Joan seems fond of me already.

"I do. The ocean feels scary to me, so many depths, and so much … nothingness." I choose my words carefully. After all, that's how Joan's son, my Sam, makes a living.

Joan nods sadly. "Many lives lost at sea." She hands me a steaming mug of fresh coffee and a Tim-Tam biscuit.

"On the other hand, it calms Sam down a lot. I've read some studies that water can be very soothing for someone who's neurodivergent.”

Joan drops her coffee mug into the sink. I jump up to help. "Are you alright? What happened?"

She looks sad, defeated almost, wiping the sink absently. "When did you find out about him? Did he tell you about it? He’s never told anyone as far as I can tell."

They don’t tell people about it! Are they ashamed? I would never have thought … they seem so proud of their son. "I thought it was common knowledge. His behavior patterns. He can't read cues very well. He talks in circles about a given topic. I'm a preschool teacher, and I have taught several children on the spectrum. They're all treasures, the lot of them."

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