Thank you all for the positive and encouraging feedback so far. The story of Letty and Travis continues here; if you haven’t done so yet, I highly recommend reading the other parts first, so you’ll get the complete picture.
As always, enjoy! — Peeter Silver
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I woke up to a sunny Sunday morning. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was 10:30 already. I didn’t even remember the last time I slept in that long. But then, the day before had been quite exhausting, in a very exquisite way. The sun was not just shining outside, it felt as if it filled my heart as well. “I love you, Travis.” It had been only a whisper, but to me, it was as loud and clear as a church bell. I smiled and looked over to Letty, who was still sleeping, on her side, her back towards me.
I watched her for a while but ultimately couldn’t hold back any longer. I scooted closer and spooned her. Immediately, she snuggled up against me and mumbled languorously. I started to gently stroke her arm and play with her hair. Letty kept her eyes closed and stayed still, with one exception: her butt continued its subtle snuggling motions. Which would have had an effect on me any time of day, but particularly in the morning. I quickly became hard, my dick squeezing between her buttocks.
Soon, her movements became more pronounced, and I mirrored them. Her mumbling slowly turned into moaning. When I reached between us to adjust my position, which had become slightly uncomfortable, Letty raised her upper leg and pushed back invitingly. I took the hint and pressed my hard cock against her pussy. I wasn’t surprised to find her soaking wet, so I easily slid in.
We took it slow, both savoring the intimate moment of being so close to each other, the warmth inside of her, the smoothness of the skin, the way she rubbed against me as if trying to soak me up like a sponge. I spread tiny kisses over her shoulder, her ear and her cheek. Eventually, she turned towards me and we engaged in an unending passionate kiss, our tongues slowly encircling each other, while we moaned and sighed into our mouths.
I took my hand up from her waist to her chest and grabbed her boob, slowly squeezing and massaging it. She shuddered as I gently twisted her nipple. Our breathing became heavier and our movements more intense, but we still kept it slow. This wasn’t fucking. We were making love.
I tried to hold back as long as I could, but eventually, the feeling of being so close to her, physically and emotionally, was overwhelming. When she sensed me losing control, she whispered into our kiss, “Come!”. And I did. I unloaded inside of her, and as my own orgasm subsided, I could feel her muscles contract around me, and she whimpered into our kiss as she climaxed as well.
We kept on hugging and kissing, even after I slid out of her. Eventually, I broke our kiss and looked at her. She beamed back at me.
“Good morning, my love,” I whispered.
“Good morning, my love,” she echoed. Her eyes twinkled as they curiously jumped back and forth between my two eyes. “You’re spoiling me. Will you wake me up like this every morning?”
“I would absolutely love to.”
“You’re so sweet.” And we engaged in another long kiss. When we separated, she added, “I think we may have to change the sheets again.” She was referring to a certain wet sensation near the waist which I felt as well.
“Ooops.”
“If we go on like this, we may need more bedsheets.”
“That can certainly be arranged.”
Letty giggled and gave me another quick kiss. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”
We both enjoyed the refreshing water and soon felt invigorated and ready for the day. While Letty tried to tame her flowing mane, I put fresh sheets on the bed. “Oh, you’re done already,” she acknowledged with a smile as she walked out of the bathroom.
“I’m getting really good at this,” I replied.
She came up to me, pressed her naked body against mine in a loving embrace and seductively pointed out, “you’re really good at many things,” before giving me another kiss. We were interrupted by the sound of my stomach growling. “And you’re always so subtle,” Letty giggled. “Breakfast?”
“Oh yeah.”
Contrary to yesterday, we stayed naked. We both were comfortable that way, it just felt natural. We worked hand in hand in the kitchen and the dining area, once again setting up a luxuriant breakfast buffet. Whenever we passed each other, there was a small kiss or a gentle touch or a fleeting rub, and it was so nice to feel bare skin every time and everywhere.
Finally, we sat down and dug in. We chatted a bit, but eventually also grabbed our phones and caught up with email, news, and social media. It was one o’clock when we finally declared breakfast over and put everything away again.
After the kitchen was cleaned up, I yawned and stretched, reaching up to the ceiling with both hands. A certain other part of my body reached out as well. Letty gave me a lustful stare, stepped closer güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri and rubbed her tits against my chest while grabbing my raging hardon with one hand. While slowly jerking me off, she whispered, “we’ll have to get dressed, you know… my brother will be here in an hour.” I moaned pleadingly. “I can’t let you be uncomfortable, though,” she added suggestively.
She squatted down in front of me, and without missing a beat, took my cock into her mouth, as deep as it would go. Her agile tongue played around my shaft and head, while she sucked on me and kept jerking me off with one hand. With her other hand, she started gently playing with my balls. I held on to the kitchen counter because my legs started to feel like jelly. It was an out-of-this-world blowjob; definitely one of the best I ever had.
Letty went at it with dedication and determination; it was clear that this wasn’t foreplay. This was ‘it’. I kept my eyes closed for most of the time, fully concentrating on the sensations caused by her lips, tongue, and hands. I glanced down once, only to find her looking straight at me. She smiled around my cock and winked. She let go of it for a second, then stuck out her long tongue and snaked it over and around the purple head, milking out and licking up and drop of precum. It was a vulgar display, but it was deeply erotic, too. She sucked my rod into her mouth again and I almost couldn’t stand it any longer.
I held on for a moment, but it was futile. She was fatally skilled; she knew exactly how to push all the right buttons, and then some. Grunting unintelligibly, I came in her mouth. She mumbled approvingly, then continued to gently stroke, suck and lick until she was satisfied that I was clean.
She stood up and kissed me. I could still taste myself a little on her lips. “Feeling better?” she teased.
“Hmmmmmm,” I hummed with pleasure, “I owe you one.”
“You do,” she smirked, “and I will take you up on that once we’re alone again.” She playfully smacked my butt, “now go, get dressed.” I hesitated for a moment, mostly because I couldn’t get myself to let go of her. She gave me a quizzical look. “You did bring some clothes, right?”
I chuckled. “Luckily, I did.”
The Void
We both went to the bedroom to get dressed. I put on briefs (no need to risk embarrassment), shorts, and a polo shirt. Letty went with yoga pants and a tank top again, only that this time, the tank top had the right size, so it wasn’t stretched tight across her chest, and she added a complete set of underwear as well.
It was two o’clock on the minute when we heard some commotion outside, the slamming of car doors, and then voices approaching. I stayed in the living room, but stood up, while Letty answered the door. “Hey y’all, come on in!” I heard her call out.
A male voice, which meant it was her brother, replied, “thank God, you’re dressed.”
Two women — Letty and Rick’s wife Amy, obviously — yelled in perfect unison, “Ricardo!” followed by a slapping noise.
“Ow!” Rick complained, “she said she has a friend staying for the weekend, so who knows, right?”
There was shuffling in the hallway and the voices came closer. Another slapping noise. “Will you shut up?” came an urgent whisper still was loud enough for me to hear, so I assumed it was Amy.
Letty was the first to enter the room. Her face was beet red, and she was covering her mouth with one hand, clearly having a hard time not burst out in roaring laughter. She was followed by Rick, whom I recognized from the family pictures. He was rubbing his left upper arm with his right hand as if to relieve some pain, which explained the slapping noises. He gave me an impish look and winked in a “no offense” way. Next was Amy, a tall lanky redhead, who was glaring at her misbehaving husband. And finally, Jack, their eleven-year-old, completely ignorant of the previous argument, dutifully balancing a tray of homemade cake.
“Family,” Letty formally announced, “this is my friend Travis, who’s visiting for the weekend.” With a portentous look at Rick she added, “he’s dressed, too.” Rick snorted a laugh, which earned him another slap on the arm from Amy, who apologetically rolled her eyes at me. Turning to me, Letty continued, “Travis, please meet my brother Rick, beautiful Amy, and hilarious Jack.”
“Nice to meet you.” I shook hands with Amy first, then Rick, who commented “when she said ‘brother’, she means I’m awesome.”
“You wish,” came Letty’s immediate reply from the back.
Letty took the cake from Jack and put it on the kitchen counter. “Anybody want something to drink? Water? Coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Amy said.
“In that order,” Rick answered.
“Can I have a Coke?” Jack asked, to which Letty and Amy, once again in perfect unison, replied, “Nope.”
“How about OJ?” Letty added.
“Ooh-kaaaay,” came the reply, drawn out in dramatized disappointment.
Letty handed out the first drinks and got güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the coffee going. Amy came over to me, carrying her glass of water. “I’m sorry about Rick’s comments earlier,” she apologized, “he just can’t behave.” The glint in her eyes however betrayed that was probably a big part of why she loved him. Amy took a sip of water from her glass.
Before I could reply, Letty nonchalantly called from the kitchen, “he was right, though.”
Amy snorted her mouthful of water back into her glass, partially through the nose, then turned towards Letty. “What?!” she called out baffled, while Rick was roaring with laughter. I couldn’t help but laugh myself, the mutual teasing was hilarious.
Amy turned around again and fixed me with an intense glare. “Who are you?” she asked, more curious than mad, though.
I still chuckled. “Honey, I feel somewhat being put on the spot here,” I complained towards Letty. She came over to me, gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek and said, “get used to it, sweetie.” Then she vanished in the dining area to set the table.
The mood in the room had changed; now all three of them — Rick, Amy, and Jack — were fixing me with inquisitive looks. “Why do I feel like I’m missing a lot here?” Amy asked no one in particular.
“You’re her dinner date from ‘Peter’s BBQ’?” Rick asked, though it wasn’t really a question.
I still, replied, “yes, I am.”
Rick turned towards Amy and, pointing sideways with his thumb at me, smirked, “I told you we’re lucky they’re dressed.”
Slap.
“Ow!”
Amy rolled her eyes again, then shook her head and chuckled. “Ok, let’s talk,” she prompted and led me out the back door while Rick went to help his sister. “Letty was quite secretive about her dinner date last week, which of course means that now everyone in the family is talking about it,” Amy started, “so would you mind filling me in a bit?”
I chuckled. Getting involved with this family was like being sucked into a black hole, and I had obviously passed the event horizon a long time ago. It was blast, I had the time of my life. “Well, that dinner was the first time we met, so prudence is the better part of valor, I guess.”
“Really? How do you know each other then?”
“We met online.”
“Online?” Now it was Amy’s turn to chuckle. “Like, on a dating site or what?” She was clearly bursting with curiosity.
“Exactly,” I confirmed, and then panicked: what should I say when she asked which one? Despite all the teasing earlier, I was certain that naming, or — worse — having to explain the ‘Pleasure Ledger’ was off limits.
Thankfully, Amy just giggled and then started singing the familiar jingle from the TV ad of one of the big nation-wide dating sites.
“Right there,” I confirmed, making a mental note to share this with Letty so we could align our stories. We chatted a bit more about how Letty and I had traded messages, then talked on the phone for hours (omitting all the R-rated details, of course) until Letty called us inside. In a whisper, I told her about Amy’s guess where we met, and she gave me a secret ‘thumbs up’ behind her back.
Amy’s apple crumble was delicious. I wasn’t really hungry since Letty and I had finished our exuberant breakfast less than two hours ago, but the cake was way too good to pass up on it. The conversation quickly gyrated towards family small talk. Letty and Jack were catching up on school news and a new game he just got and wanted to try out during their next game night. Rick and Amy were lightly interrogating me about my family, my job and life in general. I noticed, however, that while Rick and I got along great, laughing at shared puns and quickly identifying some common interests, Amy seemed somewhat reserved. I didn’t get a feeling she didn’t like me, but clearly, her mind was elsewhere. I decided not to worry about that too much, maybe Letty could fill me in later.
When the plates were finally empty, Rick raised the topic of the necessary preparations for their mother’s birthday celebration. Letty turned towards me, “is it ok when we…?”
“Sure, y’all go ahead, I’ll clean up here,” I shooed them off.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Letty turned towards me, putting one hand under my chin to draw me close, and gave me a loving kiss. Then she got up and followed Rick towards the office in the back, in what used to be Daniel’s room.
“Let me help you here,” Amy offered.
The rest of us got up as well. Jack wandered off into the living room, carrying a book he was reading: Harry Potter. Well, he was eleven, so what better age to get into that universe?
Amy and I quickly put the dishes away and cleaned up, then seeing that Jack was far away in Hogwarts, we stepped outside again. She once again looked me over thoroughly. I waited. “You’re not just a friend,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
I smiled. Immediately, I had a flashback to the night before, the moment when Letty whispered, ‘I love you’. güvenilir bahis şirketleri To Amy, I said, “Well, right now, we’re both tumbling down the rabbit hole. It’s wonderful, but I have no idea where it’ll take us in the long run, and I assume neither does Letty. I think we’re both somewhat overwhelmed by the course of events.”
“Where would you like it to take you?”
“That’s quite the question. Honestly… I don’t know yet.” Amy’s inquisitive stare prompted me to go on, “I mean really, how should I? We met ten days ago, sure, we’ve talked a lot since then, spent some time together, but so far, we’ve merely scratched the surface. She’s an amazing person, and I’d love to spend more time with her, to get to know her better. And then… well, for all I know, Letty had great times and not so great times, and I guess the same goes for me… So, we enjoy being together, but we’re both being somewhat cautious as well…” I felt really insecure, and, to be honest, quite uncomfortable as well. This was getting a little too personal, although it was a logical assumption that given Letty’s unfortunate experiences in the past, her family would be rather protective of her.
Amy sensed my unease. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you off,” she apologized, gently resting a hand on my shoulder. “It’s just that I think you may be way deeper down that rabbit hole than you think. I’ve known her for more than 15 years now, ever since Rick and I first met. I’ve seen her with Doug — you know about Doug, right?”
“The King.”
“Exactly. And I’ve seen her since… I don’t know how to describe it without sounding completely stupid, but often when I saw her after Doug was gone, she looked… incomplete. It always felt like there was a void next to her.” Amy sorted her thoughts for a moment, looking out over the backyard. “It’s… I don’t know. It’s hard to put it into words. Call me superstitious, but whenever she was with us, we all had a feeling that something wasn’t there that should have been. Like a hole in the air. It was haunting at times.”
Amy took a deep sigh, then turned and faced me again. “When we came in earlier, I felt something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was preying on my brain the entire time. It was only just when we did the dishes, and I saw you moving about the kitchen like… you’re not a guest, that I realized what it was. There’s no void.”
So that was what had been distracting her earlier. She had been wondering about Letty. Since I didn’t have the outside perspective, or the basis for a before-after comparison, I obviously hadn’t realized something had changed about Letty. But I did remember the feeling I had when looking at the family pictures the day before: I had seen, or sensed, the void that Amy described myself. The empty space in some photos that shouldn’t have been empty.
She gave me an empathetic look, then suddenly laughed at herself. “Oh my, you must think I’m a shaman or something.” She giggled. “Letty is very special, but I see you know that already. Take good care of her, ok?” It didn’t come across as reprimanding; Amy sounded genuine and caring.
“I do know that, and I will,” I replied sincerely. Then I raised my right hand and added with a smirk, “pinky swear!”
Amy snorted a laugh, and with an impish glint in her eyes, raised her right hand as well and hooked her pinky into mine. “Welcome to the family!” she solemnly announced, then hugged me.
She barely had her arms around me when suddenly Letty’s voice called out in mock protest, “I leave you alone for five minutes and you cheat on me with my sister-in-law? How dare you!” She was standing just outside the backdoor and all three of us were about to crack up with laughter when I saw Rick walking up behind Letty. “What’s all the commotion about?” he asked.
“I just caught Travis making out with Amy,” Letty stated matter-of-factly, gesturing our way. And indeed, Amy and I were still holding on to each other.
“Oh, ok”, Rick replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then added directed at his sister, “well, can we go back to the bedroom then? They can have the couch.”
Slap!
“Ow!”
This time it was Letty who had hit Rick’s arm, in the exact same spot Amy had earlier. Rick massaged the sore area, but gave me a jovial wink, and we all broke out in laughter. As we all went back inside Amy caught up with me one more time and whispered over my shoulder, “you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I chuckled. Oh boy. If that was what every family meeting was like, I so wanted to be a part of it!
When Rick, Amy and Jack left at 5:30, it didn’t feel at all like they had been there for three and a half hours. Time sure flies when you’re having fun. We waved at them as they pulled out of the driveway, then Letty slammed the front door shut and literally jumped at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I caught her, staggering backwards until we bumped into a wall. By that time, we were already deeply entangled in a passionate and lustful kiss. It almost felt like we hadn’t seen each other for three and a half weeks.
When we finally broke the kiss, Letty panted, “oh my gawd, you have no idea how much self-control it took to keep my hands off you.”