Originally posted to the Friday Knight Writers Lounge
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December 1, 2003


Sing (M/F)


I could hear her clear sweet voice as I entered the auditorium. I
knew this is where she would come, it's the one place she always
felt safe. I pulled open the inner door and the words became
clear, a slow sad song her grandmother had taught her. As I
walked down the isle I could see the tears staining her face. She
came to the stairs as I climbed to the stage, her voice quavering
as she wrapped her arms around me. She broke down sobbing
uncontrollably as I wrapped my arms around her.


"Shhhh," I whispered gently, not knowing what else to say.

"She's dead," Jill sobbed.

"I know Sweetheart. It's okay," I whispered.

"It's not okay. Gramma's dead," she cried. "I'm all alone now."

"You're not alone, Jill," I replied. "I'm here. I'll always be
here for you."

"I'm sorry, Pete," she whispered. "I know you are."

She pulled out of my arms, walking over to the piano. I followed,
my hand never leaving her shoulder. Her fingers touched the keys
randomly. 

"Remember the first time we met?" she asked.

"How could I forget. Ten years old and forced to take piano
lessons from some crotchety old biddie."

"Gramma was not crotchety," Jill replied. A sad smile played
across her face as she spoke. At least the tears were flowing
slower now.

"No she wasn't," I replied, "and that snotty little brat girl she
made me practice with wasn't so bad either."

She sniffled and fell into my arms for another hug. I stood there
swaying, patting her on the back as she got herself together.
Slowly she pulled away, this time her lips caressing my cheek. I
turned my head to kiss her lips, gently nibbling on them.

"Thank you," she whispered pulling out of my arms once more.
"Play something for me."

I sat on the bench and wiggled my fingers. Remembering the first
real song we practiced as kids. I would play and she would sing.
I let my fingers dance over the keys, then started playing the
tune. Jill recognized it immediately and took up with the first
verse. 

"Sing. Sing a Song," her soprano voice clear and strong.

As she finished the last line she sat on the bench beside me. I
turned to pull her close once more. Her lips pressed close to my
ear, she repeated the last stanza quietly as her hand slid up my
leg to rest on my crotch.

"Sing, sing a song. 

Let the world, sing along.

Sing of love there could be.

Sing for you and for me."

"I love you Jill," I said when she had finished. 

"I love you too, Pete," she replied. "I always have."

I stood up, taking her hand and led her off stage. She giggled as
we entered the Green Room, her eyes on the sofa along one wall. I
reached behind me to make sure the door was locked.

"Remember when Father Flanigan caught us in here?" she asked,
giggling.

"I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel," I replied. "Who
would have thought ten years later we would both be teaching
music for him."

I sat on the sofa next to her, letting my arm drape across her
shoulder. Jill snuggled against me, weeping softly once more as
the memories welled up.

Pete," she said softly, "make love to me the way you did that
day."

"Sure Sweetheart," I replied kissing her forehead. We could have
walked the few blocks home and made love in our bed, but I knew
that wasn't what she needed.

My lips kissed all over her face, ending at her lips as I lowered
the zipper on her dress. Sliding the black material off her
shoulders I caressed her back. My fingers found the clasp to her
bra and deftly worked it open. Jill moaned as I laid her back,
kissing my way down her neck. She raised her arms when I lifted
the bra off her breasts.

"Oh yes," she hissed as my mouth took in a tender nipple.

I slid the dress down, kissing as I went. She lifted her hips to
allow the passage of the dress. I kissed her on the gusset of her
panties and continued my way down.

"Pete, don't tease," she whispered as I kissed her knees.

I stopped to lower my trousers, not bothering to remove my shirt
or shoes. Jill grabbed me as I climbed between her legs on the
sofa, her hands guiding me. Poised above her I paused with just
the tip of my dick inside her. She responded by wrapping her legs
around me, forcing my hips down and my dick deep inside.

"Oh yes," she sighed as I bottomed out.

I slid my dick in and out, setting up a steady rhythm. Jill's
eyes focused on my face as I pumped into her. Her tears dried as
I fucked her, a relaxed smile growing on her face as the passion
grew.

"Harder, Love," Jill cried as her climax neared.

I began slamming into her with all my strength. Her cries growing
louder. With a groan, I came first, filling her womb with my
seed. Jill followed quickly, her vaginal muscles milking the last
of my fluid from my dick. I slumped down next to her on the
narrow sofa, kissing her neck as she rested her head against me.
After snuggling for a few minutes she stirred herself and started
pulling her clothes back on.

"Thank you," she said. "We should be getting back. I can't leave
your folks there alone to deal with everything."

"Mom and Dad are fine. They'll take care of your guests," I
replied. 

"I always knew Gramma had a lot of friends," she started, a
tear forming in her eye again. "I knew. But so many people
showing up and saying how wonderful she was just overwhelmed me."

"Your Gramms was a loving lady and was loved by many," I replied.

"Come on, let's head back," she said turning to let me zip her
dress up. 

I pulled up the zipper and had just fastened my trousers when the
door opened. Father Flanigan stood there looking at us, a knowing
grin on his face.

"Ah, Jill and Peter. I was looking for you," he said. "Your
guests were getting a bit worried. I told them I was quite sure
of where I could find you."

"Um, yes. Jill needed to get away for a few minutes," I replied.

"Of course, of course. How are you Dear?" he asked, "I didn't get
a chance to talk to you after the ceremony."

"I'm fine Father," she replied. "That was a beautiful eulogy you
gave Gramma."

"Thank you," he answered. "Shall we be getting back?"

"Sure Father," I replied taking Jill by the hand and leading her
out of the room.

I joined Jill humming our tune as we walked back to the house.  



--The End--

Copyright 2003 by Rod Ramsey. All rights reserved.