Chapter 3: Michigan and the glorious final days of summer and the beginning of a lifetime of misery.
Time in California has come to an end and now we are heading for Michigan, Brandi's home. We pack our bags and Brandi says goodbye to my sister and mother while my dad and I get everything loaded into the car. The car ride down to the airport was only forty minutes or so and in no time it seemed we were checking in and heading to our gate.
Finally we get to board and once on the plane find out that we are the only two people in our row. Smiling at each other we snuggle in as close as possible to each other, fully intending that for a few hours at least, we didn't have to pretend. We could just be two star crossed lovers going on a trip. I don't think I stopped staring into her eyes for the entire plane ride. When the pilot's announced our descent I felt cheated that we didn't have enough time.
Upon landing we are met by Brandi's mom and her husband and after baggage claim, pile into the car for the ride home. We sit in the backseat again and steal a few touches and hand holds for the 2 hour drive to her home. Having arrived late at night I couldn't see much of her home town and wanted nothing more than a bed to sleep in once we got there. I dropped onto my bed in her room almost immediately after we arrived and fell to sleep pretty quickly.
I woke up early just a few hours later and went in search of two things; bathroom and coffee. Luckily I found them in that order, did my business and was pouring myself a cup of coffee when my aunt and her husband left for work. I wandered back to our room and sat on my bed, trying to read a book I pulled from my carry-on bag. I watched Brandi sleep more than I read that book, I couldn't help myself, she's perfect. Soon enough she woke up and caught me staring at her and smiled an embarrassed smile.
"How long have you been up," she asked as she stretched out her kinks from the plane ride and long drive. Highly erotic stretching, even back then.
"About an hour or so, reading, watching you sleep."
"You should have woke me up. Mom and Dad gone for the day?" She asked.
"Yeah they left soon after I got up," I replied. With that she got up and walked over to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I responded in kind, having not done this in almost a day. I realized at that point that for eight to ten glorious hours a day we didn't have to pretend, we could be who we wanted to be and I wanted to be nothing more than this perfect creature's lover and soul mate.
What started as a kiss quickly turned into a tornado of clothing and flesh. This was definitely not my best performance but fun nonetheless. As we hit the floor, doggy style Brandi had a surprise for me, a condom. We had not previously used any protection and after this time we never did again, neither one of us liked it at all.
I roll the condom on and position myself behind her, lubing my stick with her already flowing river and slide in. I start slow but without hearing any of her wonderful moans I begin to go faster, finally eliciting a couple. Eager to be done with the condom I pump hard and fast, eventually blowing my load, filling the condom after ten or fifteen minutes. I pull out and lose the condom, stroking myself to full erection and slipping back in, getting an immediate moan and a sharp intake of breath from Brandi.
"Let's take this to the shower," She says. "I would like nothing more than to please you while washing." Not one to argue I detach from her lovely qwim and make my way, naked, to the bathroom and await her arrival. She also makes her way there naked, a vision of loveliness that I could not, cannot get tired of watching. Starting with her small but cute feet, well-turned calves, thighs I could kiss and nibble all day and never get tired of. Her beautifully rounded hips, cute belly button and all around it, small but marvelously sculpted breasts with half dollar areolas and perfect eraser size nipples. Graceful neck that is always aching to be kissed and nibbled, long brown hair and her face, nothing else to say about her face, it is just perfect. There is nothing about this woman I do not think is perfect. Her personality meshes with mine perfectly, funny, talented, and smart. I know I fell in love with her before I really met her and since I have met her, I feel as if my face will crack from smiling so much and that my heart would burst from overflowing passion and love.
She stops on the way to the bathroom to grab a chair and upon seeing my confused look tells me,
"You are so much taller than me, if I am going to wash you, you need to sit."
