Pride, Prejudice, and Porn

Part 30

In the vast bed Fitz pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and heaving one heavy thigh over me. “God, this is heaven,” I sighed, “I don’t want this ever to end!”

I could feel his mouth and lips brushing the top of my head. “Me neither,” I heard him murmur. “I love holding you like this, Munch! Let’s just do this for a while, okay? I feel so relaxed right now! How many of those caipirinhas did I have, anyway? I should have been paying attention!” 

“I don’t know. To be honest, I’m always so dazed just looking at you I have trouble concentrating on anything else!” I felt Fitz’s arms tightening around me, squishing me even more tightly into his chest. 

“You really mean it, don’t you? You think I’m good looking?” he asked.

“Fitz, I always mean what I say. And I say you’re the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen.”

I felt one of his huge hands slide down my back and begin kneading my ass. “I’m still getting used to that idea,” he said. “You’re the first guy who's ever said anything like that to me. Before it was always about my muscles, or how big I am, or how hard they wanted me to fuck them!”

“Well,” I said, “Don’t get me wrong. Those are all part of what makes you so hot, at least for me. But you’re incredibly good-looking, in my book, and you’re not hard and rough, at all. At least not that I’ve seen.”

“I can be rough, sometimes. But mostly it’s not my thing,” he replied. “It seems like play-acting or role-playing, not the real me, whatever that is. I’ve loved everything we’ve done. I hope you have, too.”

“I can’t tell you how much,” I said. I nuzzled his chest and let my tongue lick around one of his protruding nipples. 

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “That’s so good.” I knew he wasn’t just saying that. I could feel a tremor through his whole body when I started nibbling his nipple. I felt one of my own when I realized one of his huge fingers was probing into my ass and brushing against my hole. “Is that OK, Iz? You know you have the cutest butt I’ve ever seen!”

“You can’t mean that! You’ve actually had Chuck’s, and you’ve seen Jamie’s! I don’t even come close to them!”

The finger kept stroking my hole. “They do have great asses. But yours is nicer. It’s smaller. And cuter. And I told you, I like small and cute!” I felt his enormous hand spread open and cover my entire ass. “It turns me on so much.”

“You do say the nicest things, Mr. Darcy! So that’s how you get all the boys to let you  inside them?” I giggled.

His hands moved up my back again and he pulled me back tightly against him. “Right now there'sI only one boy I want to be inside. Whenever you’re ready, baby.”

I squirmed happily against him. “I’m working up to it,” I said. “I’ve thought about what it would be like having you inside me that way. But I don’t feel ready for that. And I haven’t worn out what we’ve been doing yet! Not by a long stretch! I still want to get you all the way down my throat! I almost did, the last time!”

“You did. If you can manage to take all of me I’ll probably pass out! Nobody’s ever done that before. They’ve tried, and a few have come close, but nobody’s ever taken me all the way.”

“Well, I’d sure like to be the first, then!” I told him. “I really want to give you that pleasure!”

“You’re welcome to keep on practicing on me, then. King Kong is always happy to see you!” 

I snuggled up closer and gave one of Fitz’s tits another lazy tongue bath. It made me feel so good to hear him groan in pleasure. “I’m so going to miss this when I have to go back to Pemberton,” he said. 

“Me, too,” I answered. “This has been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I second that,” he said. “You’re such a ’my type’ and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be with someone like you again after what happened with Ricky. I’m serious, thank you for letting me be with you, and making me feel I’m not frightening or scary or dangerous.”

“I should say the same to you, because you certainly are my type, too. Not that I fully realized that until I first saw you. I didn’t think anyone like you actually existed in real life except in Japanese comic books! Or at least that I’d ever meet someone like you. Now I’m going to be spoiled — everyone else is going to pale in comparison.”

“Is it just all the acreage that you like? Or is there more?” Fitz asked hesitantly.

“There’s so much more. If there weren’t, I wouldn’t be here with you now. I really like you, Fitz. You’re smart. You’re kind. You’re a good person and I can tell that under that mountainous pec there’s a very big heart!” I gave his nipple another lick, to drive the point home. “I’m glad we’ve become friends who can trust each other.”

“But?” he asked. “I think I hear a ‘but’ somewhere in that.”

“I can’t honestly say I’m in love with you. At least not yet. I’m certainly in lust with you, but I think I’ve discovered I’m not the love-at-first-sight type. It’s going to take more time to be certain I’d want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m open to finding out if that’s where this is going to take us. How do you feel about this?”

“Pretty much the same, I think,” Fitz murmured. “I can feel that this is important. Not just a casual encounter. There’s a lot more to learn about each other before thinking about a life together. But I’m open to that, too. There’s something that feels ‘right’ about this. Let’s see if it really is.”

“Good,” I sighed. “I think we’re both the kind of people who rely on their heads as well as their hearts when it comes to relationships. I’ve never actually had a real relationship. Crushes, and some semi-steady dates, but I’ve never really been truly in love with someone. Have you?”

“No. I thought I might be with Chuck at one point, but eventually we realized that wasn’t really what we were going to be. And basically just some hook-ups since then. It’s  complicated. Besides what happened with Ricky. All the things I’ve got to deal with in my life occupy a lot of my time — this is the first real break I’ve taken in a long while. I’m not sure who’d actually want to put up with all that! And the money thing all makes it more difficult. It’s hard to know if someone is only after that. I don’t feel like I have to worry about that with you, though.”

“You don’t. You haven’t known me all that long, Fitz, but I think you can tell that I’m not motivated by money. I’m definitely my father’s child, that way. As long as I can manage to live comfortably and pursue my own interests I’m fine. And I expect that I’ll always be able to do that on my own. I always planned on working and I know I’ll be able to support myself once I decide on what I really want to do, and someday there’ll be some extra when the folks are gone. That really is all I’ll ever need. In that respect, I’m very low maintenance! Fortunately, my interests don’t run to high fashion, expensive cars and palatial real estate. A nice apartment somewhere and enough money to do some traveling and I’ll be more than content.”

“We may be on the same wavelength on that,” said Fitz. “I was born into money and there’s so much of it that, in some ways, I’ve never had to think about it. I’ve always had whatever I needed or wanted, but I guess I don’t have extravagant tastes, either. It’s not like I have to drive a Maserati or something like that to prove to anyone that I have money. Or to feel happy. Don’t tell Caroline, but that shirt I wore to dinner tonight was one of my WalMart finds! Glory and I were raised not to be ostentatious, and to be good stewards of the family fortune and use it to do good. We both understand how fortunate we are, and that we have a duty to make this a better world than we were born into.”

“Those are good values,” I said. “We all have that responsibility when we have the means to do it.”

“We’re getting back into deep waters, again,” Fitz said. “It’s amazing how we can wander from caipirinhas into these topics.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “When we probably ought to be using our time for things we aren’t going to be able to do on WhatsApp or FaceTime.”

“Is there something else you’d like to do instead?”

“Now that you mention it. . .” I murmured, as I let a hand drift downwards. 

“Your hand feels so nice,” Fitz whispered. “If you keep petting King Kong like that he’ll stand up and do tricks for you.” 

“Oooh, I think I want to see that,” I giggled. I scooched downward, giving his sexy belly button a deep lick on my way towards bigger things. I pushed the covers aside so I could see all of him in the low bedside lamplight. In a moment I was happily ensconced between his huge thighs, staring at his immense cock. I wrapped one hand and then the other on the long, soft shaft and began nuzzling the huge head. 

“Oh, Munch, that feels so good,” Fitz sighed, as I felt his fingers tangling in my hair. I slid my tongue around the head and heard him moan in pleasure as I felt the pulsing in the shaft that showed he was lengthening and thickening in my hands. I looked up at him and could see him propped up against the headboard, watching me as I used my mouth along his length. “Please, baby, take it in your mouth?”

I felt a shiver run through me when he said that. All I could think about was making Fitz feel good. I opened wide and let the huge head slide past my lips and into my mouth. I still hadn’t fully figured out how I was managing to do that — he wasn’t even completely  hard yet and just the head seemed to fill my entire mouth, yet I would somehow be trying to get much more into my mouth and throat. I wrapped my lips around him and increased the suction while trying to lick across the wide head at the same time. “Oh, God, Izzy, that’s the best feeling the world,” he groaned. “And I can’t tell you how hot it looks to see your lips wrapped around me like that. It makes me almost crazy!” I could feel his fingers tightening in my hair and pulling me farther down him. 

I felt him hardening and his cock beginning to stand up, pointing toward his navel. I took a deep breath, thought again of sword swallowers, and let him gently pull me further downward along his shaft. I must have been doing a good job, because all I could hear was a long, slow “Unnnhhh!” I tried to bob up and down along his length and I could feel his hips flexing, trying to push more of himself into my mouth. Both of his hands closed softly around my head, one stroking my hair and the other my cheek as I tried to get him even deeper inside me. I could feel my throat relaxing and the huge head starting to slide into my throat. “Oh, babe, you’re doing it! You’re swallowing it!” he cried. So far I hadn’t gagged, and I found myself breathing through my nose as I pressed downwards, trying to reach his pubes. I could feel him becoming completely hard and throbbing, and a shudder went through his body. “Oh, Munch, here it comes! Take it! It’s all for you!” He bucked, and suddenly he was exploding in my throat and mouth. He held my head closely to him, and I swallowed eagerly, trying not to lose a single drop. He leaned forward and over me, continuing to hold my head in his hands. He slowly pulled himself out of me and pulled my face up to his, where we suddenly were locked lip-to-lip, with his tongue pushing deep into me and all around my mouth and throat. I could feel myself melting against him as he pulled me up along his chest and wrapped his enormous arms around me again. 

“My God,” he sighed. “I think you did take all of me!” 

"Well,” I whispered back, “there were a couple of inches left outside, but I did get almost all of you. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do that!”

“Maybe in the morning we can try again?” he asked. 

“Oh, yeah,” I answered. “As much as you want!” 

“I want!” he said. “And I want to do you, too. I love trying to make you feel as good as you make me feel!”

We kept lazily kissing each other, and I began feeling sleepy. I could tell Fitz was starting to nod off, too. He’d had a lot more caipirinhas than I did at dinner. 

“Shrek, I’m starting to fall asleep on you,” I said, and heard him giggle a little. “Just hold me like this?” His arms tightened around me again. 

“As long as you want, Munch,” he whispered. “As long as you want.”

Part 31

The next couple of days passed in something of a blur. The Norwood gang were busy getting ready to go back to their respective homes. Chuck was occupied all day long with Lamar, making final arrangements for the construction work, especially the renovations that were going to be necessary in the main house. Jamie had gone over to have a quick lunch with Chuck and reported that Caroline had apparently had enough of the murky green detox concoction and dragged herself out of bed to sit in on the planning, looking somewhat the worse for wear. It wasn’t made better by her alternately ogling Lamar and glaring at Jamie. Fitz texted me that he was working on getting everything ready at Pemberton for Glory’s homecoming from school. There had been renovations going on there, too. Now that Glory was older she needed a more grown-up suite of rooms than the ones she’d had as a child. As usual, there also were other business matters he had to attend to. 

“Sorry, just swamped,” he texted. “We’re going to be leaving on Thursday. Can we get together for lunch/brunch at Cheval Blanc on Wednesday?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Been a bit swamped here, too. We’re short a couple of hands so Jamie and I have been filling in. But see you Wednesday, for sure.”

The weather had turned cooler and overcast. Jamie and I were in rather gloomy moods as we pitched in at Longacre, knowing that Chuck and Fitz were about to be gone and we’d be back to life as it had been before their arrival upended our usual existence. The racket the Twits made in the afternoon and evening after they’d gotten home from school didn’t improve our mood. Linda and Karen were still obsessed with clothes, parties and Marines, prattling on about them while Maria rolled her eyes and slunk off on her own to read or practice her piano. I found myself sympathizing with her. 

At dinner things weren’t much better. The volume was loud at the girls’ end of the table. Mom was being irritable and snappish. As usual, the conversation was about the eternal trinity: clothes, parties and boys. Evidently a school dance was coming up and Karen and Linda were planning to ask a couple of the Marines to escort them. They also were talking about the upcoming weekend when they apparently had dates to go to our local mini-multiplex with David Wickman and his friend Mike Dennis. That set off an alarm bell for me — despite her mature looks and assertive personality Linda, in particular, was still very much younger than those guys. There was no way Mom would ever do something about this, but I decided I’d better talk with Dad about it. I wasn’t sure he’d intervene, either, but at least my conscience would be clear that I’d warned him and tried to keep the girls and the family away from possible trouble. 

After dinner Mom went up to her room early, complaining of her nerves. The girls went to theirs, whining about their homework. I followed Dad back to his library. “Dad, can I talk with you?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied. “Is something bothering you, Izzy?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “It’s the girls again. Well, Karen and Linda, at least. I’m worried that they’re getting way to friendly with the Marine guys. Hanging around with them in a group is OK, but being escorted by them to the school dance or to the movies is basically dating. And they’re way too young to be dating guys so much older than they are. Karen and Linda aren’t even legal here. That’s asking for trouble, both for the girls and the Marines. Can you imagine the effects on those guys’ careers if they get in trouble with the girls?”

“What do you want me to do?” Dad asked.

“Talk to them! Get them to cool things down with the Marines, at least until they’re over 16! I know they think the guys from high school are boring and the Marines are undeniably fascinating and hot, but there are plenty of nice guys at school they can go out with.”

“I can try,” Dad responded. “I don’t know if I can get Linda to listen, let alone obey. She’s absolutely headstrong, and what Linda does, Karen does. What if they decide to sneak around and see the Marines secretly?”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it past Linda to do that. But Marysville is a small town. It’s hard to keep secrets here, or be very clandestine, before you’re found out. I’m not saying they can’t ever see the Marines, like at Aunt Susan’s or here, but going out on dates with them is another story. Tell them no dating older boys or Marines or they’re grounded from now ’til graduation! I know they’ll scream and holler and you don’t like to confront them but they’re teen-agers now and the potential for trouble is much more serious. And, while I’m giving you child-rearing advice, have you and Mom even had ‘the talk’ with the girls about sex and birth control? Karen and Linda for sure should be on the pill by now. Before the Marines came on the scene they were already sniffing around some of the jocks at school.”

Dad sighed. “I suppose you’re right, Izzy. Your Mom and I have been in a bit of denial about how grown up the girls have become. I’ll talk with her and we’ll have a sit down with them.”

“Please!” I implored. “If you think they’re bad now, just wait until they get their driver’s licenses! They’ll be much more independent and a lot harder to keep track of. You’ll need to know who they’re dating and set some curfews. When they can drive they’ll really run amok unless they have some discipline and you and Mom are serious about it. Tell them you aren’t against them having fun, but you need to be sure they’re being responsible and not wandering into trouble.”

“OK, you’ve convinced me, son. I can see that you’ll be a good father if you ever have kids of your own.”

“I’d like to have kids someday, Dad. Not anytime soon, but someday, if the right guy comes along and he wants kids, too.”

“I hope you find someone, Izzy. And someone who’s your equal, intellectually. Marriage is supposed to be forever, and it’s not likely to be successful if the partners aren’t a good match. What about that Darcy boy? You’ve suddenly been spending a lot of time with him!

“We’re just starting to really get to know each other, Dad. I like him a lot, and I think he feels the same, but we’ve known each other for such a short time it’s not possible to know if this is just a friendship or if it can grow into more. Anyway, he’s going home on Thursday, and so are Chuck and Caroline. Lamar found a bunch of hidden problems at the main house, so they’re going to have to do a lot renovations and updating, and it won’t be fit to live in with all that work going on. It will be a long time before the Binghams come back, and Fitz lives back East in Wilmington so I don’t know when I’ll see him again. We can talk and text, of course, and he invited me to come visit at Pemberton, but I don’t know when I can do that. So, we’ll see.”

“Well, you can do much worse than marrying into wealth,” Dad said with a smile. “I enjoyed talking with him at dinner the other night. He’s certainly smart and knowledgeable. I just wish he weren’t so tall, my neck was starting to hurt looking up at him while we were chatting.” I knew what Dad meant. He’s not really tall, only about 5’10”, so Fitz towers over him by a whole foot. Sitting side by side at a dinner table Dad would have to crane up to look him in the eye. 

“Don’t start thinking about a father-of-the-bride outfit yet,” I grinned back at Dad. “We’re a very long way from that. If ever.”

“You’re a good son, Izzy. You deserve a good partner in life. Even if he weren’t so wealthy I think Darcy would likely be a good one.”

“I’ll keep you posted on developments as they happen, Dad, but don’t hold your breath. Long-distance relationships are hard, and especially, I think, when you’ve only known each other for such a short time.”

“How does Jamie feel about Chuck being away? Those two have been thick as thieves ever since he moved down here.”

“They’re really in love, Dad. I think this is going to be hard on both of them. I was going to talk with him about it tonight. We’re supposed to have lunch with the Norwood folks on Wednesday and I guess we’ll decide on farewells then.”

“Go on, then. I’ll talk with your mother tomorrow about the girls. She was out of sorts tonight, so it’ll be better to talk with her when she’s had a good night’s sleep and feeling calmer.”

I headed upstairs to find Jamie, who was sitting in his room, texting with Chuck. I plopped on his bed, waiting for him to finish. When he did, I filled him in on my conversation with Dad. 

“I’m glad you talked to Dad about the girls. I’ve been worried, too. I hope he follows through and he and Mom have a real talk with them,” Jamie said. “I was kind of thinking of talking with him about them, too.” 

“How are you feeling about Chuck going away?” I asked him. “He’s going to be gone for a long time, and you won’t just be able to go up to Cleveland to see him if he really takes that trip to Europe he’s talking about.”

“We’ll find a way,” Jamie said. “But it’s going to be awfully hard. I can’t deny that I’m really going to miss him. What about you and Fitz?”

“I’ll miss him, too. But we’re not sure this is love yet. We like each other a lot, but we’ve only known each other for a few weeks and that’s not enough for us to make a life-long commitment. I think we’ll always be friends, but whether it’s something more will take us more time to figure out.”

“Well, we can talk about it more at brunch on Wednesday. I was thinking about asking the guys about our staying over that night. If we take the van we could take them all to the airport in the morning. What do you think, Izzy?”

“It sounds like a good idea to me. I hope they say yes! But seeing them fly off is going to be rough.”

“It sure will be. I think we should be sure there’s Kleenex in the van. I know I might get a bit teary saying good-bye to Chuck.”

“Nobody ever said relationships are always going to be easy or pretty. This is going to be our first time of their not being easy.”

“Yeah. One way or another, we’ll learn something from this.”

“OK, go get a good night’s sleep, Jamie. I’m gonna crash because I’ve got to help out early in the morning while we’re still shorthanded.”

“Good night, Izzy. Sleep well!”

I found myself crawling into my bed shortly afterwards, willing myself to have hot dreams about Fitz. . .