Learning to Love Again

Harry smiled as he watched Susan come up the drive-
way, bags of groceries perilously balanced in her
hands. Always so independent, Susan rarely asked for
help in anything. She prided herself in “getting the
job done”.

As she walked through the door, she called, “Hi
sweetie! I’m home!” Harry moved towards her to take
some of the groceries from her.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help, Sue?” Harry asked.
“I wasn’t doing anything important.”

Susan replied, “I can handle it. If I need your
help I’ll call you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile
again.

“Susan,” he said, “Why did we ever get married in
the first place, if you never need my help?”

“Because I love you so much, stupid!” she said
putting down the bags and reaching for her man.

Susan felt that she was the luckiest girl in the
world. She had the perfect man and the perfect life.
“Harry,” she said with a wicked grin, “Now that I
think about it there is something I think I need a
little help with.” With that she seductively went
over to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him
gently on the lips. She could feel the ripples of
his strong muscular back as she held him in her arms.
Her gentle kisses became a little more passionate as
she inhaled his musky cologne. It was her favorite,
and although he wasn’t crazy about it, he wore it
because it always turned her on. She looked up into
his clear blue eyes and her heart just melted away.

Harry was thinking just how lucky he was to find a
wonderful girl like Susan. She was simply amazing.
Her soft brown hair, meticulously parted and fashion-
ably styled, fell down around her shoulders as she
embraced him. He could smell her clean hair, amazed
that even after being in the crowded supermarket that
her hair could smell so nice. “Well, maybe I’ll stop
bugging her about those expensive shampoos and con-
ditioners she buys,” he thought.

Her scent was subtle, like the faint smell of wild
flowers in the breeze. With the closeness of her body
and her lips on his, he began to feel his cock stiffen.
His response to her kiss took on more urgency, their
tongues intertwining with wild abandon. He held her
close and felt the curves of her firm young body on
his. His stiffness increased and he moaned softly
through the kiss.

Susan could now feel his erection pressing against
her pubic mound and it excited her. She could feel
her pussy getting warm and moist, as she shifted her
body so that he could press against her clitoris. As
his hardness pressed through the light dress and
panties she was wearing, a shiver passed throughout
her body and she shuddered. Reaching between the two
of them, she started unbuttoning his shirt while still
kissing him. After getting all the buttons open she
slid her hands inside, feeling the warmth of his hairy
skin. She gently bent down to kiss each of his nipples.

Harry gasped as he felt Susan’s lips on his skin. As
she finished removing his shirt, he began unzipping the
back of her dress. Inch by tantalizing inch, the zip-
per lowered, the exaggerated effort heightening Susan’s
excitement. Finally the zipper was at its end. Susan
leaned forward and let him guide the dress down to the
floor.

She stood there in her bra and panties. She was ab-
solutely breathtaking. Harry stood mesmerized for a
moment, admiring the image of his beautiful wife. Her
sweet gently sloping breasts, with the points of her
nipples just visible under her black lace bra. Her
trim muscular stomach and sexy belly button. “Oh, how
I love the shape of that innie!” he thought. His eyes
traveled lower to her bikini-cut black lace panties,
her well trimmed pubic hair just visible under the
waistband, above her tanned and exquisite legs. She
ran at least a mile every day, and you could tell by
looking at her shapely legs.

Susan was now getting hotter by the minute. She
could feel his desire for her as he gazed longingly at
her. She quickly opened his belt, unzipped his zipper
and removed his pants. His underwear just barely
covered his bulging erection.

She licked her lips as she reached inside his under-
wear and began running her fingers up and down his
cock. It was so smooth that it drove her crazy. How
could something so hard be so smooth? She had no
answer, but there it was for her.

As she pulled at his silky tool her heart began to
beat faster; the feel of him never failed to drive her
crazy. An overpowering urge to taste him made her
squirm excitedly within his embrace. Susan slid off
his underwear and knelt in front of Harry. The scent
of his sex was thoroughly intoxicating to her.

She wanted badly to taste his come right away, but
she held herself back, building his excitement sen-
suously. She began kissing his penis gently and then
ran her tongue up and down the whole length, paying
special attention to the sensitive underside, pausing
only to lick his hot balls. She could feel how full
of come those balls were and it excited her even more.
As he moaned in pleasure, she engulfed his cock with
her hot mouth. She held it in her mouth, not moving
anything but her tongue for a few seconds. Then she
began a steady up and down rhythm, taking him all the
way into the back of her throat.

“I’ve gone to heaven,” thought Harry. Susan’s mouth
was pounding away at his cock like a jackhammer ripping
up a street. There was no way he could hold out much
longer if she kept this up. His legs felt weak as he
felt the seed rise through his cock and fill Susan’s
mouth. Spasm after spasm rocked his body as wave after
wave of pleasure filled him from head to toe. Susan
prolonged his orgasm for as long as she could.

As Susan enthusiastically swallowed his sticky come,
she felt her excitement growing even more. She loved
the taste of Harry’s come. The salty musky taste drove
her absolutely crazy. She sucked every last drop out
of him, feeling him go soft between her lips.

As she stood up, she looked again at her man. Even
after his orgasm, his cock still looked like a viper,
poised to strike. He stood her up and held her close.
As she melted into his body again, he reached behind
her and began unhooking her bra. He could smell her
excitement leaking from her totally soaked panties.

Her breasts swung free from their imprisonment,
enticing pink nipples pointing upward. Her nipples
looked like the heart of a miniature rose blushing
scarlet with excitement. They called out to him and
his mouth obeyed. He licked and sucked on those
luscious nipples until Susan’s back was arching and
it was evident that unless he got to her pussy soon,
she was going to have to satisfy her cravings herself.

Harry peeled off Susan’s panties and guided her down
on the wide fluffy sofa. Her pussy was so hot! Harry
could imagine his cock sliding into her warm wet fur-
nace, which brought him back to full hardness.

As he parted her legs he inhaled her pussy’s scent,
which drew his mouth toward her like metal to a magnet.

Harry absolutely loved eating his wife’s pussy. Be-
fore marrying Susan he had eaten out a lot of girls,
but none seemed to enjoy it as much as Susan. As Harry
started kissing up and down her thighs, Susan started
writhing in sexual passion. Now it was his turn to
tease her for awhile.

After what seemed to Susan an eternity, Harry spread
her pussy lips and started lightly licking her pussy
up and down, finally coaxing her clitoris out from
under its little fleshy hood. “The female body is
really amazing,” he thought, “And beautiful.” Her
clitoris stood erect while Harry licked and sucked on
it, causing Susan to cry out in ecstasy.

Wave after wave of pleasure trembled through her
body. Her head felt light, as her sweaty body thun-
dered towards her earth shattering orgasm. “Oh Harry!
Ohhhh Harrrry! Oh Harrrrrrry!” she moaned, urging him
on, until he felt all her muscles contract and she
came violently, with his tongue mashed against her
clitoris.

She almost blacked out, her pleasure was so intense.
“Oh Harry! You’re really terrific! I love you so!” she
stammered, trying to regain her control, still winded
from her earth shattering orgasm.

“I love you too Sus…”

-=*=-

Harry suddenly sat up in bed, his heart beating a
mile a minute, as he came fully awake. It all seemed
so real, just like it happened those eight long years
ago. Harry even had a hardon, excited from the
memories of his beloved Susan. She would not be able
to help him with it this time though.

He still couldn’t believe that she was gone. It was
so fucking unfair. A freak accident, they called it.
The driver of the lumber truck never even saw Susan’s
white Honda Civic. It wouldn’t have made much differ-
ence anyway, with the speed he was going. At least
she died instantly. There was no pain. That is, no
pain for Susan. Harry was absolutely torn apart.
Susan was his life. How could he go on without her?
Were it not for their darling little Melissa, Harry
probably would have ended it all.

But now his life had a different purpose. He lived
for Melissa, for within her the spirit of Susan lived
on. She had her mother’s smile, nose and hair. She
even had some of her mother’s independence, much to
her father’s chagrin. Raising a daughter in today’s
world as a single parent, much less a single father,
was tough.

Harry had to be both the mother and father, and he
learned to do both jobs well. Growing up without a
mother was tough on Melissa too. But she was tough
like her Mom and she had developed into quite a nice
young lady. She got good grades in school, and was
very popular. Still, Harry thought, she needed a
Mom.

The only problem was that Harry could not bring him-
self to date any women. None that he met could hold
a candle up to Susan. She was still his measuring
stick. Consequently, Harry’s social life revolved
around Melissa. Her activities became his activities.
She could sense the sadness in him, but was powerless
to do anything about it.

Then came Open School Night. Every parent’s dread.
Appointment slips were sent home with all the c******n
a few days before. Harry’s appointment with Miss
Wilkins was at 9:30 PM. He arranged for Susan’s
sister Linda to babysit Melissa, and off he went.

He got there a little early and had to wait about a
half hour. While there he looked at all the couples,
smiling and laughing about their c******n, and started
to feel sad. Susan really would have liked this, he
thought. Damn! It’s just not fair. He made a show
of looking at all the pictures that the kids had drawn,
but his mind was on Susan.

“Mr. Wheeler! Mr. Wheeler! Are you okay?” It was
Melissa’s teacher, Miss Wilkins.

“I’m sorry, I was lost in thought and didn’t hear
you,” said Harry.

Miss Wilkins smiled. “That’s okay, you’re my last
appointment tonight. Why don’t you come inside.”

Harry entered the small classroom and sat in one of
the only two adult-sized chairs facing the teacher’s
desk. He looked at Miss Wilkins. She was young and
attractive, with straight hair the golden color of the
sun. A fragrant scent of wildflowers flowed across
her desk. She was dressed in a tight red sweater that
hugged her body like a long lost friend.

“Melissa is a delightful girl,” Miss Wilkins said,
“She brightens my day just by being here each day.”
Her full red lips reminded Harry of the color of ripe
apples, hanging on the tree, ready to be picked. Red,
delicious, luscious, apples. “…don’t you think,
Mr. Wheeler?”

Harry shook his head slightly, trying to focus his
thoughts. He hadn’t had this type of reaction to a
woman since before his marriage to Susan. “I’m acting
like a teenager,” he thought. “I’m sorry,” he said,
“I missed what you said. I’m having trouble focusing
my mind tonight. I guess I’ve just had a stressful
evening.”

“Well, I can definitely understand that,” Miss
Wheeler said, “My evening hasn’t exactly been stress
free either. Talking to some of these parents is
impossible. Mind you, most of them are really nice
people, but some of them really drive me nuts!” she
said. “Hey, I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you join me
for a cup of coffee at the coffee shop across the
street. We can relax and relieve all this pent up
stress.” suggested Miss Wheeler.

“Well, I don’t know Miss…” began Harry.

“My name is Colleen, and I’m not taking no for an
answer. So, let’s go!”

As Colleen got up, Harry couldn’t help but look at
her shapely legs, clad in black pantyhose with a
seductive seam up the back of her legs, disappearing
under her flared black skirt. Harry’s imagination
followed those seams all the way up to where they met
at the center, between her legs. He had to shift
sideways to hide his growing erection from her.

They spent over two hours talking in the coffee shop.
They discussed everything from Melissa to work, music
and movies. When Colleen heard about Susan’s tragic
accident, her heart wept for Harry. He felt a compas-
sion from her that he had never felt from anybody else.
He felt so at ease with Colleen. It was as if he had
known her for his whole life. There was an obvious
chemistry between the two of them.

Their conversation was interrupted by the owner of
the coffee shop, who informed them that he was closing
up and that they would have to leave. They left and
stood outside together as the coffee shop’s lights
went out and the owner locked up and left. Standing
outside, in the glow from the streetlamp, Colleen
looked like an angel. Harry decided that that’s what
she was. In his mind he became convinced that Susan
had arranged this meeting so that he could once again
be happy. He looked into Colleen’s deep brown eyes
and felt a strange feeling, almost as if they were
drawing him inside. He moved closer to her and she
to him.

Colleen looked at Harry. He certainly was attrac-
tive, but he was different from most of the other men
she had met and dated in her life. He seemed so soft
inside, so caring and emotional. He was a true man
without all that macho crap she despised. She felt
herself magically drawn to him.

Their faces were now inches apart and the distance
was closing rapidly. As their lips met, a spark passed
between them, the electricity drawing them close to-
gether. “Let’s go back to my place and we can talk
some more.” said Colleen, her voice a little more husky
than it usually was. “We can take my car and leave
yours here, it’ll be safe in the school lot.” Harry
nodded agreement, barely able to talk. This was not
exactly how he had planned the evening to progress,
but he sure wasn’t complaining.

They drove the short distance to Colleen’s townhouse
and parked in the carport. They both nervously got
out of the car and walked in silence to the front door.
On the third try Colleen finally got the key to go into
the lock and the door swung open. They entered a wide
hall leading to a sunken living room stylishly appoint-
ed with a sofa, loveseat, and two overstuffed chairs.
There was a bar and stereo/video center along the right
hand wall and various paintings of peaceful landscapes
on the other walls.

“Sit down and I’ll make us a drink,” Colleen said.
“I have some champagne in the fridge.” She got the
glasses and poured the bubbly liquid into the glasses.
Just as they were about to drink, Harry remembered
Melissa. “Can I use your phone? I have to check on
Melissa.” Harry said.

“Sure, the phone’s in the kitchen, right through
those doors,” replied Colleen. She watched Harry as
he went through into the kitchen, and thought again
how different he was from the other men she had dated.
He really loves his daughter, and why not! She’s an
absolute doll. Even though teachers are not supposed
to have favorites, Melissa was definitely hers. After
meeting the c***d’s father, she began to see where she
got a lot of her good points from.

“She’s staying over at Susan’s sister’s house to-
night,” said Harry. “She practically begged me. She’s
very close with Susan’s sister Linda.” He sat back
down next to Colleen on the love seat. He could smell
her fragrance, and it again exuded the same appealing
sensuality to him. The toast was made to a surprising-
ly pleasant evening and they drank deeply from their
glasses.

Almost as one, they put their glasses down on the
coffee table and resumed their kiss from in front of
the coffee shop. As their arms came up to embrace
each other, their tongues gently probed each other’s
mouths. The delightful passion of the kiss excited
them both.

“It’s been so long,” thought Harry. His hands began
to roam over the unfamiliar territory of Colleen’s
body. He found every curve to be a new surprise for
him. His hands explored her back, her shoulders, and
her soft sweet hair. He touched her face tracing the
contours of her cheeks and ears, all the while pas-
sionately kissing her. His excitement continued to
grow, and in no time his cock was straining against
his Dockers.

Colleen’s hands weren’t exactly staying in one place
either. She roamed his muscled back, tracing every
contour on his back, shoulders and face. He wore an
interesting cologne, musky, yet sophisticated. It
suits him well, she thought excitably. Her pussy was
dripping wet, her panties drenched. “He seems to sense
what I need and want,” she thought. She reached be-
tween their bodies and began stroking his rod right
through his pants.

When Harry felt her fingers on his cock, he almost
went crazy. He took his hands and sought out her
breasts. As he touched her delicious globes, he shud-
dered with anticipation. He had to see them.

Harry slowly raised her sweater over her head.
Colleen put her arms over her head to help him and off
it went. Her breasts were enclosed in a lacy white
push up bra, although from the looks of them, they
didn’t need to be pushed up very much. He reached
around and unhooked her bra, freeing her upturned
breasts and revealing sweet, pointy little nipples,
their tips just begging to be sucked.

Harry’s mouth attached itself to one nipple while he
gently rolled the other between his thumb and fore-
finger, massaging her breasts all the while. She
looked down on him with her nipple in his mouth and
moaned quietly. There was something about this guy
that was such a turn on. She couldn’t put it into
words. It was as if he was lust, love, and sensuality
rolled up into one package. While she watched, he
switched breasts and took her other nipple in his
mouth.

While Harry was sucking on her nipples, Colleen
opened Harry’s belt, undid the button on his Dockers,
and unzipped his fly. Reaching through his underwear,
she managed to pull out his erection. She gasped at
the silky smoothness of it, as she wrapped her fingers
around it and began stroking it gently.

Harry stopped sucking and moved his mouth back up to
Colleen’s face, pressing his lips to hers with passion.
His hands crept up her silky pantyhose until he reached
the waistband. His hand found its way inside the panty
hose and white lace panties, over her soft pubic mound,
and into her steamy snatch. He couldn’t believe how
wet her pussy was. She was really hot, and this
excited him even more.

As he sought out her clitoris, her scent wafted to-
ward his nostrils. It was heavenly indeed and reminded
him of Susan’s scent. She moaned as he found her clit
and she increased the speed that she was stroking his
cock.

Almost at the same time, they both stopped as they
finished undressing each other, until they were totally
naked.

As Colleen took off her soaked panties she climbed
on top of Harry. She gently lowered herself onto his
hard cock. As he entered her, she sighed in satis-
faction, and continued on until his entire shaft was
buried in her pussy. For a moment she concentrated,
contracting her vaginal muscles around his hard cock.
Those kegal exercises really paid off. Harry was moan-
ing and could barely keep still.

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” thought Harry,
“I almost forgot how good sex could be.” Colleen was
incredible. The way her pussy muscles grabbed and
milked his cock was like nothing he had ever felt nor
imagined.

Colleen began moving up and down on him, slowly at
first, building her speed as she went on. Every
stroke, though, ended with his cock all the way inside
her pussy. She could feel him almost hitting her
cervix at the top of her vagina, sending delicate sen-
sations throughout her whole body. As her speed and
rhythm increased, Harry began meeting her thrusts,
going even deeper than she had thought possible. Their
bodies were thrashing together desperately trying to
become one being, united in their passion.

Colleen’s orgasm began first. Her vaginal muscles
contracting and spasming almost out of control. She
cried out as wave after wave of climax flowed through-
out her young nubile body. Just then she felt Harry’s
seed shoot deep into her pussy, it’s warmth spreading
deliciously inside her, coating her insides with its
sticky treasure.

Harry’s body was not under his own control. It
responded on a primal level to orgasm. The intense
feeling of euphoria as he emptied himself into her was
indescribable. It was so good that it almost hurt.

After what seemed to both of them like the world’s
longest lasting orgasm, Colleen collapsed on top of
Harry, with Harry’s now flaccid dick still buried
deep within Colleen’s pink folds of pleasure. Colleen
looked down at Harry and saw tears in his eyes. “What’s
wrong?”, she asked with concern.

“Don’t worry,” Harry replied, “These aren’t tears of
sadness. They’re tears of happiness. It might be too
soon to say this, but what the hell. Colleen, I think
I’ve found what I didn’t even know I was looking for.
I already feel like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s
as if we were meant to be together. Oh, you probably
think I’m just being silly or wishy-washy.”

“No,” said Colleen, “I understand completely. I feel
it too. It’s weird. I mean, I only met you and I’m
already madly in love with you.” She couldn’t believe
she’d just said that. “What a jerk I am,” she thought.

“Well, Colleen, I’m madly in love with you, too. I
never thought I’d find someone to replace my Susan, but
I think I have. I’m positive that she arranged for us
to meet, and fall in love. She knew that I needed
someone and that Melissa needed a Mom. I can’t believe
I’m asking this, but will you marry me, Colleen?”

Colleen was speechless. She’d just had incredible
sex with the man of her dreams and here he was asking
her to marry him. “Yes, I’ll definitely marry you!”
Colleen said.