Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (40 page)

Kate heard a soft knock on the door. She stirred. The clock
on the bedside table read 6:30. Michael entered. “How are you feeling?”

Kate raised herself to a seated position. “Better, thank
you. I didn’t sleep much on the train.”

“I have dinner ready if you and Jonathan are hungry.”
Michael gently touched her shoulder.

A soft smile came over Kate’s lips. “Thank you. We will be
down in a moment.”

Michael left. Kate felt her body slowly awaken. Her hips and
lower back were still sore from sitting the coach train seats for three days.
She stood and looked for her brush in her purse. She walked to the bathroom and
combed her hair. Looking at her reflection, she softly spoke to herself, “You
have to do this. This is the only way to keep your son. Matthew is dead. You
need to be a grown-up.”

She walked to Jonathan’s room and walked in. He was sitting
on the bed playing with Simon. “Dinner is ready,” she said.

“Ok. What are we eating?” he asked.

“Whatever Mr. White has prepared. I don’t know.” Kate said.
Her look told her son that he was to be thankful for whatever was on the table.

* * * * *

That evening, after Jonathan was in bed, Kate and Michael
sat in the living room. The delta breeze was cooling off Orangevale and it was
pleasant. Kate was relieved. Arriving when it was 85 out in April made her fear
a long summers of nights too hot to sleep. The coolness soothed her.

“I have made an appointment with the county clerk in Reno on
Monday. We can leave Jonathan with my sister and drive up on Sunday. That way,
there is no waiting period and no physical exam required for the license. We
can be back Monday night.” Michael looked at Kate, wondering what she thought
of this.

“Ok. Thank you.” Kate’s eyes passed from Michael to the
floor and back.

“Is this what you want?” Michael asked. Kate’s demeanor in
person was not matching her letters of the last few months. When Michael
suggested she move to California and they wed, Kate’s letter seemed very
enthusiastic. She had talked about wanting to marry him, to make a home, and
her skills as a homemaker. Michael had expected her to show up and be overjoyed
at finally meeting in person. The woman he met today at the train station
seemed quiet, reserved, and unhappy.

“Yes, yes I do.” Kate smiled and made eye contact with
Michael.

“You seem… unsure.” Michael replied.

“I’m sorry, I guess I am just tired from a long journey. I
am sure after a good night’s sleep I will be more myself. I
am
glad to
be here and I
do
want to marry you.” Kate smiled and placed her hand on
Michael’s knee.

The two finished their decaf and ascended the stairs
together for bed. Michael followed Kate into the master bedroom and shut the
door. Kate felt the click of the door run through her body.

“We don’t have to have sex right away. I just thought we
should get in the habit of sleeping next to one another,” Michael looked
apologetically at his bride-to-be. He had vacillated about setting up the guest
bedroom for Kate. He wanted her in his bed and decided it would be easier if
they just started there rather than have to change sleeping arrangements down
the line. Seeing her standing in his room, shoulders stiff and face drawn taunt
with concern, he began to think he had miscalculated. “Of course, if you want,
I can set up the guest bed tonight.”

Kate thought about this. She would prefer a private bed
tonight. But she knew if she was to ever sleep with Michael that she had to
start somewhere. It had been five years since she lay next to a man and drifted
off to sleep. In Kansas, there were so many nights she got herself to sleep by
envisioning Matthew wrapped around her, holding her close. For a while after
she got the telegram about his death she believed that she felt his spirit
wrapping around her at night.

“No, no. It’s okay. It will just take a little time to get
used to all of this,” Kate said. She rifled through a duffle, looking for a
nightgown. She pulled one out. “I will be right back.” She walked down the hall
to the bathroom and changed. She was not ready for another man to see her
naked. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and returned to the bedroom.

Michael was in bed in pajamas. “Thank god he is not naked,”
she thought to herself. Kate lifted the sheets and climbed between them. “Good
night. And thank you,” Kate placed her hand on Michael’s thigh under the cover.

“I am glad you are here,” Michael said as he turned off the
light.

The next four days consisted of settling into a routine and
getting to know Orangevale and Michael’s sister. Ruth was two years older than
her brother and lived about a mile from him. She was married to a charming
large animal vet in town and they had chickens and sheep on their property. She
welcomed Kate and Jonathan with open arms. The first day Kate and Jonathan went
to meet Ruth she had just finished baking chocolate chip cookies. She had
purchased a fire truck toy for Jonathan and a beautiful double-skirted apron
for Kate. She was warm and welcoming and made Kate feel much better about her
decision to marry Michael.

Kate spent time familiarizing herself with Michael’s house.
She learned the quirks of the stove, was instructed on how to use the microwave
(something she never used in Kansas), and began to learn how Michael had
organized his belongings. She began making meals for the family and began to
figure out what Michael would and would not eat.

Sunday morning arrived. Kate repacked a duffle bag with
clothes for an overnight stay, the suit she would wear to the courthouse, and a
small wrapped package for Michael. The three set off for Ruth’s house about
noon. They dropped Jonathan off with Ruth and headed north to Reno.

Monday morning arrived faster than Kate had planned. She and
Michael got up, showered, and dressed for the courthouse. She wore a simple
pale blue suit, a hat with a small veil which covered her eyes, and gloves.
Michael was in a dark navy suit, a gold and blue silk tie, and highly polished
wingtips.

“Before we leave, I have something for you,” Kate produced
the small wrapped box she had packed.

“What’s this?” Michael asked.

“I wanted to give you something on our wedding day.” Kate
set the box in Michael’s hands. It was the first time she noticed how large
they were. Large and strong and well-manicured.

Michael smiled shyly and undid the bow. Inside the box was a
small pair of cufflinks. They were silver initials, MW. “They are beautiful!”
he smiled and hugged Kate.

“Thank you. I thought you might like them. You said you liked
cufflinks. I couldn’t afford gold, but I could get the silver ones,” Kate said
apologetically.

“They are perfect,” Michael kissed his bride-to-be on the
cheek.

They both paused after the kiss. This was the first time
they had kissed, even if it was only on the cheek. For the past five days,
their physical contact had consisted of a hand on a thigh or shoulder and the
incidental touching that occurred while sleeping together.

Kate demurred and looked at the floor. She was a little
embarrassed that the kiss felt good. She had not been touched by a man like
this since Matthew deployed with his battalion. She knew in her head she missed
this type of touching, but had forgotten how much she liked it.

“I have something for you too,” Michael pulled a small box out
of his pocket.

Kate opened the velvet box. It had two rings: an engagement
ring and her wedding ring. “Since I never got to give you a ring when I
proposed…” Michael trailed off.

The rings were stunning. The engagement ring was set on a
thin gold band with a round cut diamond which had to be almost a carat. The
wedding band interlaced with the engagement band. It was also thin and gold,
and had two emerald cut diamonds which, when paired, flanked the big stone. The
smaller diamonds had to be half a carat each. Kate had only seen things like
this in high-end stores in Kansas. She had never thought about owning one.

“Wow. Those are beautiful,” her voice was barely over a
whisper. She stared at the rings in the box.

Michael gently took the box from Kate and removed the
engagement ring. “May I?” he asked, indicating her hand.

Kate nodded. Michael took her hand and slipped on the
engagement ring. It was about a half size too large, but not a bad fit for a
first guess. Kate splayed out her fingers and stared at her hand. The diamond
sparkled in the sunlight through the window. “Wow,” she smiled.

“I am glad you like it,” Michael said. “Now, let’s go make
this official.

The two wed at City Hall with no pomp or circumstance. They
left, ate at small diner on their way out of town, and headed back to
Orangevale. Despite her misgivings and her continual gut feeling that she was
somehow still married to Matthew, Kate found herself a bit elated at getting
married.

The post-ceremony lunch was the first relaxed meal Kate shared
with Michael. Over patty melts in their wedding outfits, Kate and Michael
talked about being married. For the first time since meeting in person, they
both laughed.

“This is going to be okay,” Kate assured herself.

That night Kate put Jonathan to bed in her new home. She
went downstairs to join her new husband and watch a bit of television.
Television was another new treat for Kate and Jonathan. In Kansas, they had a
radio, but no one they were close to had a television. The only time they saw
one was when they walked by the big department stores in town. Televisions were
for rich people. Kate was a mother struggling to make enough money to keep her
son. She never fantasized about owning one.

When she came downstairs after tucking her son into bed,
Kate sat next to Michael on the couch.
Dragnet
was in progress. The two
watched the show in silence. When the programming changed on the half-hour,
Kate got up and got a glass of water.

She came back to the living room, “What’s this?” she indicated
the television.

“College Bowl. It’s a quiz game.” Michael smiled. “I like
it. I get to see how much I remember from what I learned.”

Kate sat down close to Michael. He reached out and held her
hand. As the quiz show progressed, the two shouted out answers to the
questions. Michael got most of them right, however, Kate felt she held her own.
When the contestants reached the final round, Michael slipped his arm around
Kate and pulled her close. The final contestants were close. The married couple
cheered on one of the men competing. When the final answer was revealed and
their favorite won, they cheered. Michael turned to Kate and kissed her.

Kate was surprised at first. Michael’s kiss was warm,
gentle, and she needed it. His lips softly brushed hers at first, and then
became more assured. He tasted of warm seawater. Kate felt his hands and arms
pulling her into him, into his kiss. She relaxed and kissed back.

Michael released the embrace. Kate smiled, caught his eyes,
and then looked down.

“Our first real kiss as a married couple,” Michael
proclaimed.

Kate smiled. She didn’t know how to respond. The kiss felt
good. It was nice to feel wanted as a woman, after so many years of living as a
widow. She pushed down the little nagging part of her that still told her she
was married to Matthew.

Michael kissed her again gently, the moved to her neck. He
nibbled on the tender spot right where Kate’s neck met her shoulder. She turned
her head a bit to give him more access.

“You like that,” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmmm, hmmm,” she replied and dipped her head to meet his
lips. They kissed, this time more deeply. Michael’s tongue pushed into Kate’s
mouth. It was large, firm but gentle. Kate kissed him back, hard. Michael’s
hands slid from Kate’s shoulders to her waist and clutched her hips.

Kate bent her head and kissed Michael’s neck. Her breath
graced his upper chest and she felt her own warm, humid breath envelop her.
Michael’s hands began to move up her torso. Kate pulled back.

“I think I am ready,” she smiled at her groom. “Let’s go
upstairs.”

Michael led the way, holding Kate’s hand. When they reached
the master bedroom door, Michael placed his hand on the doorknob. “Stand
still,” he dropped Kate’s hand and opened the door. Michael turned back to her,
bent at his waist, and hoisted his new bride up in his arms. Kate giggled.
Michael maneuvered her into the bedroom and set her down on the floor. “I
always wanted to carry my bride over the threshold,” he smiled. “Just couldn’t
do that with Jonathan there when we got back today.”

The mention of Jonathan triggered a wave of guilt for Kate.
Jonathan was Matthew’s son. She and Matthew had conceived Jonathan together. He
was there when Jonathan was born. His features were reflected in his son’s
face. For a moment Kate felt like she was cheating on her husband. “Matthew is
dead. I am married to Michael now,” she scolded herself in her head. She
couldn’t figure out why, after five years, she could not stop the nagging
feeling of being married to a dead man.

She pulled herself together and kissed Michael. His hands
rested on her small waist. She ran her fingertips over his broad shoulders and
up the back of his neck. Still kissing, Michael swooped her up and sat her on
the bed. “Shall we consummate this marriage?” he asked, eyes glinting
mischievously.

Kate swallowed and nodded. After this, she could not deny
she was married to another man. This would make the marriage stick in a court
of law. She had to do this to move on with her life.

Michael’s fingers undid the small buttons on the front of
Kate’s dress. He loosened the belt at her waist and slipped the dress off her
shoulders. She had a white slip on underneath her cotton dress. He trailed his
fingers over her shoulders, down her collarbone, to her sternum. “Beautiful,”
he smiled gently.  His fingers ran over the tops of each breast. When he got
close to her nipple, Kate inhaled sharply.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, that is just a super sensitive area,” Kate replied
quietly.

“Sensitive? In a good way or bad way?” Michael asked, his
fingers slowly circling Kate’s hard nipple protruding through her slip.

“Good way,” she smiled.

Michael kissed the top of each breast through Kate’s slip.
He helped her to her feet and her dress fell to the floor. His broad palms ran
down her body and his fingers grabbed the hem of her slip. He raised it over
her head.

Kate’s breasts were remarkable perky for a woman with a
child. They were smallish and sat high on her chest. Her areolas were a dark
pink and housed large, hard nipples. Her skin was flushed under his touch.
Michael took each breast in a hand, “Spectacular,” he smiled.

Kate smiled back. Michael bent forward, still holding each
breast, and wrapped his lips around her nipple. He sucked gently while the
fingers on her other breast ran back and forth across its twin. Kate moaned.
This had always been her weakness. Start playing with her breasts and she
immediately became wet.

Michael let go of her breasts, but kept her nipple between
his lips. His tongue lightly flicked the very tip of her hard nipple. His hands
undid his belt and trousers and they fell to the floor. Kate wanted to undo the
buttons on his shirt, but his mouth on her nipple scrambled her thoughts. Her
desire to have him sink deep into her pussy overwhelmed her brain.

Michael placed a hand under each thigh, let go of her nipple
and hoisted her onto the bed. Kate lay back and propped her feet on the edge.
Michael’s firm hands ran down the inside of her thighs. “You are perfect,” he
said as he looked at the firm, creamy white thighs of his bride. He pushed her
legs open to expose her mound.

Michael knelt at the edge of the bed, placed his hands on
his bride’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He squeezed her mound
with a strong hand. His thick fingers ran across her lower lips. They were
already wet. He pushed his index finger between the wet lips and ran it back
and forth. Kate felt his fingertip stroke her clit, then slide down to her
opening, then back up to her clit. As he slowly increased the pressure of his
strokes, Kate bit her lip and started to pant.

Michael’s fingers pulled her lower lips open. She felt his
tongue run across her clit. Fireworks went off in her head. Michael continued
to lick her clit. Kate began to moan gently and rock on his face. She felt two
large fingers enter her. They gently pulsed in her as his tongue continued to
lap at her clit. Her breathing quickened.

Michael pushed a third finger into Kate’s now dripping pussy
and sucked hard on her clit. She moaned and grabbed his hair as he felt her walls
contract around his fingers. He continued licking and sucking and pulsing his
fingers until her grip on his hair slackened.

Michael stood up and wiped his face. He smiled at his bride
lying on his bed. Her eyes were wide and darting about the room. Her lips were
parted and still panting. “Was that okay?” he asked, smiling at her.

“Yes, yes,” Kate smiled and tried to re-ground herself after
her orgasm. “Just not what I was expecting for our first night.” She looked at
her groom. She could see an erection pushing against the underwear he still had
on. It was much larger than she had anticipated. Even through the fabric she
could tell it was at least nine inches long and very thick. She smiled.

“How can I please you?” she asked.

Michael’s eyes twinkled. “I have a few ideas.” He stripped
and lay next to Kate.

He was in remarkable shape for a 50-year-old. The last man
Kate had seen naked was Matthew. He had been 32 at the time. His muscles were
firm and he was tan from basic training. She knew Michael was 50 and had
expected a lot of wrinkly pale flesh. Instead, her groom had tight abdominal
muscles, well-built arms and thighs, and a monster cock.

Michael rolled onto his side and kissed Kate’s shoulders.
Kate’s hand found Michael’s stomach. She ran her fingers over the muscular
ridges of his abdomen then walked them down toward his cock. She took it gently
in her hand and stroked it. His base was so thick her small hands could barely
make her thumb and index finger touch when she wrapped her hand around him. She
stroked his cock up and down.

Michael’s fingers found Kate’s nipples as she stroked him.
He squeezed them gently. Even with light pressure, Kate raised her hips, making
her pussy available to him. “Kiss my nipples,” Michael instructed.

Kate rolled over and gently kissed Michael’s nipples. His
cock jumped in her hand when her lips touched his chest. She flicked a nipple
with her tongue. His cock bounced in her hand. She stroked faster.

Michael’s fingers found her clit and nudged it a little.
Kate moaned with his nipple in her mouth. He rubbed her clit as she stroked his
cock. Kate pushed her hips into Michael’s hand and she moaned on his chest.

Michael pushed Kate onto her back. He maneuvered himself
between her legs. He raised each leg to rest on his shoulders. Looking deep
into his bride’s eyes, he pushed himself into her. Kate gasped at being
penetrated. His wide cock forced her pussy open. She strained to take the full
width of his member.

He continued to push deep into his bride. Kate felt his cock
hit her cervix. “You are enormous,” she whispered then began to giggle. Michael
smiled.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. But know I know why you opened with what you did.”
Kate chuckled at this.

Michael’s thick cock was covered in Kate’s wetness. He felt
her dampness on his own mound. He rocked into her, taking long slow strokes.
Kate felt every inch of her groom sink into her. Michael bent down and kissed
her. He held her lips and thrust faster. Kate moaned into his mouth. Her pussy
pulsed around his cock, squeezing and releasing as she climaxed a second time.

The pulsing on his cock pushed Michael to climax. He pushed
up off his bride and thrust deep. He came, filling his bride as he groaned. He
held himself in her until his own climax passed. Once his own pulsing stopped,
he gently slid out of Kate. She felt her pussy contract now that it wasn’t
being forced open by Michael’s thick cock.

Michael rolled onto his back. Kate rolled onto her side and
laid her head on his chest. He gently stroked her damp hair. “Was that okay?”
he asked. Kate simply nodded, her head still on his chest.