The Ark

Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged

Birthday thoughts...20

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

Birthday thoughts...21

We need to talk about my leaving.

Cincer nudges Bim before asking, When you leaving?

Maybe at the end of the week. Were you expecting it?

Of course! It need to happen. I tell Bim this a week ago. I tell her, you will wait for Lorie’s birthday before you go.

I look at Bim and can only say, If she scares you sometimes, remember that she scares me too. She is just smarter than we are.

Ha, this really true. It good that she is with us and not against us. She tell me you will go and I think, no! I not want this. But CiCi say you must go back and finish things there before we can use the land we bought. That it?

Yes, that’s a huge part of it. There are other things too, but that’s the major thing.

I ask her, when you come back, but she say, no way to know. Only that you come back. So, my love, when you do that? I not want you gone!

You know, it’s not that Cincer doesn’t care about me. I sincerely believe she does. However, she is analytical in her reasoning. Emotions exist, but they are not allowed to cloud her thinking things through. Bim is just a mere mortal and at times doesn’t want cold reasoning to trump the desire of her heart. There’s no faulting her for that.

I don’t know how long it’ll take me to wrap things up back in the States. I’ll definitely try to be back for Reyna’s birthday. I know you all want me here for New Year’s but I doubt that I can be back that soon.

Cincer appears to have made a decision. Do it next Sunday. Then we all see you leave. Don’t go when some in school or work. Make sure we all together.

See? It’s not that Cincer is without emotion. It’s more that she puts her skills to work in the service of emotional stability and safety. I like her plan, and so next Sunday it is. I’m pretty sure I can get a ticket from Tacloban to Manila but the flight out of Manila may be a little tricky. I may have to lay over a day or two.

We agree to not discuss it with the others until Wednesday, and I warn them that Nelia already knows. Bim says she will speak with Nelia tonight.

I’m with Lorie for the rest of the night. Lorie, the gal that I was so infuriated with and with whom I didn’t want to meet. Lorie, who hangs around me even now, more than the others. Lorie, who I was so sure was too damned young and is not nearly as young as two others. Lorie, whose mother didn’t prohibit our connection, but was instead instrumental in its occurring. Lorie, who both Bim and Cincer read wrong, but for different reasons. My loving Lorie.

Ira, it really OK if just me?

When it comes to making love, it’s not that she has never been with me alone; she has, once. It’s not that I prefer it that way. It’s more of how she joined us. Still, I decide to play dumb.

Yes. Why do you ask?

I think there a rule there to be more than one, always. I think the time before not normal, special.

It’s perfectly OK, sweetheart.

She is wearing something I’ve not seen before. It’s blood red and mid-thigh length; I think it’s called a nightie, as it’s too short for a nightgown. It’s the same length as a short but full slip, but it’s clearly not a slip. It’s not got any buttons and it’s far too shapely to be a nightshirt. I’m not sure what else you might call it. So, I’ll call it a nightie because I don’t know any better. Whatever it is, she’s damned cute in it.

The color of her light brown skin, the red of the satin-like cloth, her black hair, and red lips on her clearly youthful female form standing barefooted in front of me, make for a vision that I’ve no business seeing alone in a bedroom… unless it’s in a man’s magazine… Do they have those things anymore?

She is an old man’s impossible dream.

She is giggling. Why you look at me that way?

I’m just appreciating your beauty.

Buangit¹

Huh?

You need glasses! I not!

And you are falsely modest. All you need to do is say ‘thank you.’

I reach out, take her hand, and lead her to the bed. It’s where we need to be.

Tonight I just want to hold her, to enjoy being with her, feeling a closeness, an attachment that ought not to exist but does, in so many unspoken ways, throughout each day. There’s no master plan. There’s no goal other than to end the evening having loved and having been loved… having cum given and received… and finally to sleep with a gal who I truly care about.

Her touch is gentle on my skin and then… I can feel the hair on my arm being touched but nothing else. I feel her warm breath on the back of my neck and yet not a hint of lips or a nose touching.

Her tongue licks the back of my ear. Her fingers weave through my hair as she kisses my eyebrows.

I’ve become the object of her desire… a gentle, and sweet desire. She is savoring each moment. I’m being savored, but not consumed. Tasted but, as of yet, only an appetizer.

I’ve been passive. A recipient and not an actor. That needs to change. My hand slides a spaghetti strap of her nightie off her shoulder, giving me access to a breast. And, as Lorie has done, I glide my fingers ever so lightly over and across a nipple. That… that alone… produces a moan from my little love.

I lean in, allowing my tongue to replace my fingers. Ever so lightly my tongue moves over a nipple. Lorie sucks air into her lungs and arches her back. I expel the hot moist air from my lungs over her nipple and then take another lick.

She pushes up, wanting, needing more, a more complete interaction. I give it to her, taking her nipple between my lips and flipping it back and forth with my tongue.

Lorie is groaning.

I slide a finger lightly over her cunt lips. They are dripping with need as she pushes her cunt up to meet me more firmly. I’m thinking, ‘See my love? Two can play the teasing game!’

But now the teasing time must end. I move my far larger frame over hers and without ceremony mount my sweet young gal. I’m looking at her face as I make my entrance and what I see is simple satisfaction. It’s what she wanted and now has.

The walls of her cunt are both tight and hot. That tightness is no issue because of the juicy lubrication she is producing. My cock is being bathed in her fluids. I slide in and out to the sounds of that liquid. Our loins are wet with the discharge.

She is a beautiful sight. Her eyes locked on me. Her pert breasts giving not an inch to gravity. Her flawless mocha skin encasing her sexy form. Her hands grasp my shoulders. Her legs are splayed as wide as she can make them to accommodate me.

She says nothing. I say nothing. We rut away.

I want to bring us to culmination. I want to keep us just where we are forever. And yet, I don’t know exactly what I want. Everything is a jumble of feelings and needs.

I feel what seems to be her orgasms. It’s not that she is announcing them. It’s what she is doing and then not doing before doing again. It’s the extra female ejaculate that floods out of her at those moments. It’s the breathing I hear from her.

That I’m giving her pleasure makes me truly happy. I know I’ll cum and that would be a selfish thing without her getting off first. I don’t want to be a selfish bastard more than I already am with so many gals being mine.

Those thoughts have kept me from cumming, but they are being crowded out now by a growing need for completion. Does she see it in me? Maybe she does. Lorie’s breath is getting ragged; her grip on my shoulder is far tighter.

I’m pounding her ass into the mattress as my cock smashes into her little cunt. She looks up at me in a manner that betrays so many emotions all at once that it’s impossible to unpack the thing.

Finally, cum enters her and her face expresses but one thing. Happiness. Lorie is happy.

Tomorrow my happy gal will be eighteen.

We snuggle in, until the heat of our bodies make the result a little too sweaty. We move apart a little as we seek sweet sleep.

It’s Tuesday morning and a workday / school day. It’s also Lorie’s birthday.

She isn’t more than ten feet from me all day. Often she is next to me, holding my hand. Three times she tells me that she can travel with me from now on. There will never be a reason to worry. It’s all legal now. Well, OK, that is partially true. She and I can travel together wherever a passport will allow. The USA is not one of those places. Yet, the knowledge that she is a legal consort is a relief.

Oh, if it were only as legal with Ann and Reyna, but it isn’t. Those two present a problem for me, should we all ever need to fly out of here. It’s good to know that the issue is resolved for me as regards Lorie, but these last two have made my concern far greater in that way.

It’s a quiet and lazy day. I’m attempting to listen to another book but Lorie is seemingly unwilling to just leave me be.

Ira? … Ira? Maybe we can have a nice time tonight. You know, just the family here, but maybe we can sing and have a nice night, OK?

You want to rent a karaoke for the night?

Can we?

Why not? If we do that there will be no second act for us as the singing and accompanying party will go on late into the night. While Niana and Reyna will need to crash long before it’s over, tomorrow being another school day, I don’t see how Lorie and I will make love following that. But, why not?

Maybe last night was enough. She wants a party, and what eighteen-year-old wouldn’t?

Sure. See if you can get one.

Good! Ann will get it! Bim will get the food ready. … Ira, maybe we can be together now, instead of tonight?

I think it’s fair to say that, at times, I’ve no clue how their minds work. I, sure as hell, was not expecting that!

That would be very nice. And it will be.

Last night it was with the bells and whistles, with the blood red nightie. This afternoon it is just us, in our everyday clothing, as we, hand-in-hand, retire to my bedroom.

This is an act of making love as an expression of coming of age, of adulthood. In many ways, it would make more sense if Lorie had yet to experience it. What are we to make of this now? I wish I could say I have any idea. I do not.

I know what is happening. Yes, that is very clear. At this moment I’m on my back and Lorie is riding me as we look at each other. My hands are on her hips and her hands are on top of mine.

That much I know. I know I’ll likely cum again and I hope Lorie will too. This is lovemaking between consensual individuals, now adults. But it was consensual last night when she wasn’t an adult; and, it was just as loving then.

We are celebrating a birthday, but not creating a historic moment. In a weird way, it seems to be less important, while still symbolic. Just as there are cakes and there are birthday cakes, how do you explain the difference other than the frequently bad writing on the top and the placement of some cheesy looking candles?

Last night was wonderful. This is sex. There’s nothing wrong with sex but, as Lorie rides me, I know that this is not what we had last time.

Is it my fault? Maybe. Possibly. If I knew a way to change it, I would. I don’t. That isn’t to say that being with her isn’t a joy. It is. Being inside her is an exquisite joy. The fact that it’s the other side of crazy, that this should be happening at all, isn’t lost to me as we continue on with this ritual mating.

I feel every fraction of an inch of her cunt as she slides down and pulls back up.

As I’m looking up at her, I see a change in her countenance. There’s a new sense of determination being announced in it. She flops down on me, grabs my shoulders and pulls me up and on top of her.

Hard now. Hard! Cum!

I would love to cum right now, but I’m not there yet.

Still, hard it is, as I slam into her, only to hear her grunt and call for more. More it is, and what I hear next, I definitely don’t expect.

Oh, God, I love you so much! Never leave me! Never! Never! Now, give it me, now!

As I hear her affidavit of ‘love’, I am, in what seems like nothing more than a fraction of a second, now, almost ready to cum. Why has that triggered my balls into getting with the program?

Damn, I can’t stop it now, even if I wanted to. I fill her with the present she requested. Happy birthday, sweetheart.

We lie together for maybe another half an hour before there are those things that need to be done if we are to have a party tonight, and so out of the bedroom and into the shower we go.

The party is pretty much what Lorie has wanted. There’s that damned birthday cake that is displayed but oddly not consumed. There’s plenty of other food and plenty of guests, our neighbors mostly, seem to just miraculously appear. The singing and drinking is still going strong when I retire at midnight. I don’t think anyone even noticed, not that I needed or wanted them to.

Wednesday is just another day as the days here have been playing out. Bim takes Niana to school. I take Reyna to hers. Cincer goes to work in Tacloban. Ann seems to always have some business that needs her attention. Lorie, Bim, Nelia and I are home during the day, but they are busy cleaning, cooking and doing the laundry, though Lorie tries to stick pretty close as she goes about her activities.

Nelia has been good at keeping my plans to leave a secret. There has been no talk about it. It was a challenge to book my flights without Lorie learning of it. It took a trip into Tacloban to a Philippine Airlines office to get it done, while she just had to stay and finish cooking a cassava cake. It drove her crazy that I would not put the trip off until later, but it’s done!

I have tickets. I fly from Tacloban to Manila on Sunday and then leave for the USA on Tuesday, landing at Sea-Tac.

Cincer usually gets home from her bookkeeping job at about five-thirty, and today is a normal day. By six we are all assembled, Ann being the last one to join us.

Supper is proceeding, gossip is being shared. It’s a nice evening with some damned nice gals. As I look from face to face, all I see are happy faces — lovely faces — sweet faces.

I need to speak to all of you. It’s sort of important, and not bad. But you all need to know. … As I think all of you know, I need to go back to the USA to sell my home there and take care of things so that I can live here full time.

No one is saying a word. No one moves. The smiles and happy faces have disappeared. Some faces seem simply studiously calm, but there appears to be fear on a couple.

I’m leaving here this Sunday. Cincer and Bim will have the cash to pay the bills while I’m gone. I don’t know how long it’ll be exactly, but, Reyna, I hope to be back in time for your birthday.

That causes a brief smile to break over a face that was filled with fear. She’s not so fearful as to be mute now. You text us each day you are gone? OK?

I’ll try. I’m not sure about the times I’m flying, but yes, I’ll try on all other days.

Lorie announces, Saturday! Despedida² party!

We need lechon! Announces Ann. She being one of those who didn’t look fearful. Ann is a business woman. She may not yet be sixteen, but that is a side issue. Ann’s instinct is transactional. What I need to do makes sense to her, so she sees no reason to complain. To Ann, it’s a milestone that needs to occur so that we can move on to new things. That makes it a reason for a celebration; a reason for a lechon.

There’s general agreement. My leaving will be an event to be commemorated. The conversation moves on to the planning of the party. Cincer is sitting next to me and leans over. Come back soon, please. They happy now, but they worry if you are gone a long time.

And you? Will you worry?

I want to say I not, but that not true. I will. Come back soon.

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