Date: Mon, 20 May 2019 17:43:38 +0000
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dexter's Saga Chapter 45

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
By Joystick

Chapter #45

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The end of chapter 44 We were very lucky on this one. We could have lost
some men. Thank God we didn't.  They put their lives on the line for Ronnie
and you! You owe it to them. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, you do. Sorry, but give me a week or so to rest up and get
settled..."

That was all the Director of Homeland Security could say as Jesse hung
up.....

Chapter 45

"Fuck that shit, he and his boss can go to hell. I'm through with this
crap," muttered Jesse as he snapped closed his cell phone and for a few
days he reveled in trying to play house with Ronnie and her family. He
tried his best to re-establish the bond that had been formed on the trip
coming home from her ordeal. But in the Governors' Mansion this proved to
be if not difficult, then impossible. There were always too many people
around. For one reason or another the two of them just could not
reestablish that tender connection that he needed and longed for. A special
feeling of being 'complete' or whatever it was. Was it really love or just
plain lust? He really did not know and to make maters worse there seemed to
be no one around who understood or could help him.

To complicate the situation more her Grandma (as Muslin tradition
commanded) was always either at her side or nearby watching that the two of
them were never allowed to touch or to be alone with each other. When he
voiced his complaints to Ronnie's family, they brushed him off with
comments like, 'If you want privacy - get married'. Perhaps he had become
spoiled. He wanted Ronnie, but he also knew it was not possible as long as
her family was around looking over their shoulders. He soon became bored
and disgusted with the whole situation. To sit at the same table three
times a day - to see her day after day and not be able to touch her. To
tell the truth he began to dread the fact that he had been the one that
insisted that Grandma and Ronnie move into the mansion with him.

Then, on top of everything else, not only her family, but also Yethro
re-entered the argument by prodding and pressuring both of them to
consummate their marriage. In fact, in order to alleviate the situation as
well as Jesse's objections about Ronnie being too young, Yethro took the
bull by the horns and rammed a 'Sharia like' law through the State Assembly
that now lowered the age of consent to 14. This new law clearly made it
possible and legal for men to marry14-year-old girls as long as they had
the written consent of her legal guardian. Yethro had originally tried to
lower the age to 12 and do away with the written consent, but the Assembly
would not go that far and balked at the prospect. For a while it looked
like Yethro was in political trouble. However, he was able work out a
compromise while maintaining his hold on the vast majority of his power
base. The new law was passed with '14' as the age of consent. Even with
this, Jesse still had misgivings. He felt that it would appear that the law
was put on the books for his benefit and it would just perpetuate the
rumors that had began to crop up in the newspapers and tabloids. Besides,
old habits as well as customs die hard and Jesse still had the feeling
that, law or no law, she was still too young to become a wife and mother.

But as each day passed he began to weaken. He now had the daily delight of
seeing her, if not every minute of the day, then for a greater part of the
day. He began noticing more and more that her body had begun to bloom into
womanhood. The long flowing robes and head coverings that Grandma insisted
she wear did little if anything to hide this fact. In fact Jesse thought
these things made her even more desirable and sexy. Contrary to what most
people believe, the truth is that what a man cannot see makes it all the
more sought after. Like the proverbial buried treasure. A treasure that is
hidden and waiting to be ravaged by the beastly pirate in all men. In
addition to this was the fact that she was now living in the Mansion where
he saw her every day. Poor Jesse began to suffer from one humongous case of
blue balls. With or without that new law, damn it, he had to face the fact
that those lips, hips, rear end and breasts were driving him crazy with a
burning desire to possess her once and for all. There was no getting away
from it. Then on the other hand was it that her recent captivity had
awakened some dormant sex pheromone that had infected him? One way or the
other whatever it was, it was driving him wild! The mental pictures of a
captor running his filthy hands over her naked body taunted and agonized
him. The thought that someone else had almost violated her... Damn it! He
just had to make sure that something like that never happened again. Also
looming in the back of his mind was the problem of that bastard Haroun. It
had to be settled once and for all. Until then neither he nor Ronnie would
have any peace of mind nor could they hope to live a normal life
together. Was this burning anger really normal or had his upbringing in
Saudi Arabia affected him more than he cared to admit? It bothered him and
he tried to talk to Yethro about it.

One would think that Yethro would be one of the last people to encourage
his lover to take on a wife, but, like the others, the Judge also insisted
he take that final step. He kept reminding him that he was not getting any
younger and if he wanted lots of children it was best to start young.

"Yes," he argued, "I know that it is not unheard of even in this country
for older men to take trophy wives and produce children. But, Jess, in
order to be able to enjoy having a family, it is much better to start when
you are younger. If anyone should know, it should be me! Please listen to
me. I wish I have done that myself."

"You have me," Jesse protested.

"Yes! Praise be to Allah. I do have you, but Jess, although you are my
adopted son and I love you as if you were bone of my bone, flesh of my
flesh, the truth is that you are not. What happens when you leave me for
her? No matter how much we may deny it, we both know that your marriage
will change things between us. You are already building a new home for the
two of you! Please, Jess, you don't want to end up like me, an old broken
down shadow of a man looking to live vicariously through his adopted son."

To counter Yethro's arguments, Jesse pointed out that Mohammed himself had
many children with multiple young women when he was much older than either
Yethro or himself. Yethro countered with much craftiness as well as humor
that yes, it was true that the prophet himself had many young wives and
fathered many children well into old age. However, the prophet, unlike
Jesse, had been a man of the desert and as everyone knows they were, and
still are, much hardier than any city dwellers.

Another time when they discussed the subject Yethro said, "Jess, damn it,
forget about everything and just take her to your bed. With her and her
family now living here in the mansion, people are beginning to talk and ask
questions. Some of these reporters can be very persistent. They even asked
me about it the other day in a press conference. They found out that you
had moved her into the Mansion and think you are living with her anyway and
they wanted to know how I feel about becoming a Grandfather. How long are
the two of you going to take to make me a Grandfather? I had to tell them
that if they really wanted to know, they should ask you."

"Look Jess, no one cares about that silly 18-year-old shit anymore. That
new law I pushed through the Assemble changed all that. The times as well
as the people are changing. The 'rights of women' are a thing of the
past. This was only the first step. Families will soon be able to sell
their daughters to men as well as contract marriages at an early age. Get
with it! Once the word get out it will not be too long before all of the
States pass similar laws. Besides, if you wait too long I could be out of
office by the time both of you are ready to tie the knot. I have told you
over and over that I would really like to perform the wedding ceremony
myself. By doing it myself everyone will know it is real and
legitimate. And besides, just think about having a wedding here in the
Mansion. All the wealth and fanfare! What more could a young bride want? As
far as your problems with the Caliph, what he tried to do was
reprehensible. By the laws and customs of the desert, we all know it is
your duty to kill that depraved bastard. Not only that but family honor
dictates it! You have every right to do whatever you can to make sure that
Ronnie and you live a normal life. In the old country it would not only be
your duty, but also both mine and Rashid's also, to cut that bastard's
throat. And, my son, every bone in my body aches to do it. Under other
circumstances, were I not the Governor, I myself would love to track him
down and kill the bastard with my own hands. But, as the State Chief Law
Enforcement Officer, I can't take the law into my hands, no more than
President Harry S. Truman could kill that newspaper critic that did not
like his daughter's singing," the judge said banging his fist on the
table. "Besides, the Caliph would never let me get close enough to cut his
throat."

A few weeks later Phillip Green, the Homeland Security Chief, unlike
Yethro, insisted Jesse forget about revenge and try to think of some way to
renew his relationship and get close to the Caliph again. "We missed a
golden, perhaps a platinum opportunity by not taking up the Caliph's offer!
Just think about it, having an operative right next to the big man..." Then
seeing the look of revolution and anger building in Jesse he said, "I know
the idea repulses you and you THINK you love this Ronnie, but you don't
have any place for that kind of bullshit. Remember, you are supposed to be
an undercover agent... a professional. And how do you act? You act like
some cheep Hollywood hero and without even notifying me you run off to
rescue the damsel in distress instead of taking him up on his offer. Had I
known what you were going to do, I would have tried to stop you and
reminded you of your primary duty. As your boss, I would have ordered you
to forget about the girl and become his 'very good' friend. You have to
realize that we are not paying you to live a 'normal' life. Again I tell
you to get on with it and be the professional agent that you were trained
to be and the one I know you are."

"You mean, A PROFESSIONAL male prostitute. That's what I am! Yes, don't
even try to deny it. You want me to sleep with that murdering bastard
and... even if I could... how would you suggest I do that NOW! After what
happened in the Sinai, that would be impossible. He must know that it was
me that planned and executed the raid that shut down his Sinai
operation. We have to assume that at least one of his men escaped and told
him the story. The man is not a complete idiot. That much is for sure!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will think of something. Lets look at the facts not as
you think they are, but as we know them. Contrary to what you just said,
the man really IS an idiot. I don't care what you say. We know that he did
not kidnap Ronnie for his own use, but only to use her to get you to join
him. From what you told me of your last meeting - he came away with the
impression that you were interested in him. Therefore why antagonize you?
You just might have welcomed his attentions. As far as he knew you might
have joined him on your own. It does not make sense. If he were as smart as
you think, he would not have done that! Why not just ask you first? If you
refused, then... No, you are his weak spot, his Achilles' heel. Maybe he
feels you might refuse him and could not accept your refusal. Who knows?
Remember what they taught you in agent school 101. Every 'idiot' has a weak
spot and from what I can see, you are his! This man was and still may be in
love with you. His lust for you has driven him off the deep end. So he
sends his henchman to kidnap your girlfriend in hopes of getting you to
join him, which was stupid to say the least. You must stop thinking like a
wounded animal and use that devious mind of yours. You know that sooner or
later you are going to have to go after him. The longer you wait, the
harder it will be."  "If I could just get him to come back to Canada...,"
Jesse mused..

"There you see! You still have it! Look, this man was hopelessly in love
with you and still may be. However, I don't think he is stupid enough to
even try to contact you again. No, at least not directly or even right
now. If he has any sense at all, he would forget about you altogether. But
as I said before, he is an idiot, driven by his dick. He just might either
believe or want to believe that you really want him also. We have to get
you together with him again, but as far as Canada goes, that may be too
dangerous."

"Yes, you might be right, but then what other way is there now? He knows
that I'm not going to willingly pack my stuff and join him in Syria. Why
else would he have gone to all that trouble to get me into his bed..." Then
as if struck by a bolt of lightning, he said, "Holy cow, I think I might
have a way to entice him to come back to Canada," Jesse said. "It will be
tricky. Let me think about it for a day or so. I'll get back to you."

"Well at least you're beginning to think about it! Okay! Good let's meet
for lunch tomorrow at Hamburger Hut," Green said.

"Isn't it a bit dangerous for us to be meeting in public like that?" Jesse
asked.

"No, I don't think it would be too dangerous. In fact, given the fact that
it is public knowledge that you and I worked on the President's visit to
the Governor's conference a while back and that you were just involved in
an operation against the Caliph, I think it would be normal that Homeland
Security would be very interested in talking to you."

"If I ever did get close to him I would cut off his balls and pay him back
for what he did to Ronnie and me..."

"I know you feel that way and I even understand it - but man, remember, you
are a professional and you are letting your heart get involved instead of
your head. Need I remind you what these bastards would do to you if they
were to find out you were really working for us? Yethro, Rashid, Ronnie and
her Grandmother were all enemies of our country and for all I know might
still be. As a professional, I hope you have not developed any feelings for
them. When you took that oath of office to defend against all
enemies.... remember it included all of them. As your superior I hate to do
it, but I could order you to..."

"Stop right there... Rashid may still be one of the Caliph's agents, in
spite of what he did to Ronnie. But you leave Ronnie and her Grandmother
out of this. They have not been any danger to this country. But, you're
right I was letting it get too personal."

"You have to watch yourself. It only takes one slip. One error and it will
be your balls that will be hanging from one of their belts."

"Yes, you're right. It's just hard to think of Ronnie as an enemy. Okay,
look, I'll try to think of something. There is something that is trying to
come into my mind. I have to think about it for a while. Maybe by tomorrow
at The Hamburger Hut."

"Great, but remember, your job is NOT to kill him, but to become the
Caliph's confidant, his lover, and second in command and to report to us
everything about him and his operations that you can. That is your only
mission. When you get into that position someone in his organization will
contact you and act as your contact. Forget that you were trained to be a
cold-blooded killer. With you right there next to him, getting as close to
him as you can, you could be worth more than a million troops. We want you
to make yourself his right-hand man. You are to become his alter ego, AND
we do not care what you have to do to become his 'second skin'. While I
can't put any of this into writing...you will do it even if it means that
you have to become a killer for him! Do I make myself clear? Now get busy
and come up with a plan by tomorrow."

"I'll try. But one thing you must promise me or I will quit right now and
won't do a thing for the agency again."

"Don't bargain with me!" the director warned and then added in a
condescending way. "Okay, what is it?"

"We will keep this all to ourselves. The President is to be kept out of
it."

"But he must know. Sooner or later, he has to know."

"If I hear about it in one of his 'tweets' I'll...."

"Don't worry about 'tweets'. Nothing will get out without my approval. I'll
keep it from him as long as I can, but remember he has to know about it
sooner or later...."

"Then let it be later. As late as you can."

The next day they met and kicked around a few ideas and Philip finally had
to agree with Jesse that the only way was for Jesse to contact Haroun and
somehow get him to come to Canada for another meeting. "Yes, maybe
something could be arranged with the Canadians. We have very good
connections with Canadian security. Let me see if I can contact their top
security people."

"That is most likely the best way," Jesse said. "It would still be hard to
arrange, but let me think about it for a while. Hey, wait a minute! That's
it! The last time Yethro and I were up in Canada there was a Mountie that I
met that might be willing to help us."

"A Mountie, huh? What was the name of that Mountie? Do you remember it?"

"Yes, I have it written down in my address book in my office safe. He was
real nice to us and when Yethro told him he was thinking of looking for a
hunting cabin up there for when he retired, the man offered to help as he
knew of several cabins that might be available. Oh! Yes, I remember it now;
it was a Lt. Macloury 'Mac' if I remember right. Yethro told me to get his
telephone number. I can get it for you, if you like."

"Good idea! Send it to me and maybe I will check with the Canadian Security
people and see if they will give us the use of this guy as well as some
kind of cover for you. In the meantime maybe you could sort of try to
contact the Caliph and see what can be done to set the wheels in motion. Do
you have a means of getting in contact with him?"

"He did leave me a contact number at that time and again when he sent me a
gift, but I doubt that that number is still in service. Anyway, I'll check
it out and get back to you. If I can still get in touch, perhaps I can
entice him to meet me again in Canada," Jesse said.

"Like I said, Canada would still be difficult. I would rather have you meet
him in the United States. Anyplace else would be too risky. Perhaps we
could arrange to get him to cross the border?"

"I think not. It is going to be almost impossible to convince him to make
the journey to Canada. Like I keep telling you the man is not an idiot,"
reiterated Jesse.

"Just see what you can do! And keep in-touch."

When Jesse got back to his office he went to his wall safe and opened it
and found not only the Mounties' name and telephone number, but also the
contact number that the Caliph had given him. He debated with himself for a
while and then dialed the number on his cell.

"Hello, I was given your number by a mutual friend of ours and told to
leave a message there for him."

"Yes. You are right. This is an answering service. But, we have many
clients. Who is your friend? What would be the message?"

"His name is Haroun, and I would like him to contact me."

"Let me see if we have anyone by that name," he said as Jesse heard him
shuffling papers then, "MMMmmm! Oh yes; however he is very busy now. I have
not heard from him in several weeks, but if and when he calls, I will give
him your message. Does he have you phone number...?"

Jesse gave him his cell number and told him to tell him to call back as
soon as he could.

"Well, you know these things can take a while."

"Yes, I know he is a busy man, but I know he will want to get back to me as
it is rather important."

"Okay, I'll get right on it. But, like I said, I don't think he is in the
mood to talk to you or anyone right now. Perhaps one of his assistants
might do?"

"Look here! You can tell him that if he ever wants to see me again, he
better get off his ass and get in touch with me by the end of the
week... or he can forget it!" Jessie shouted and hung up."

After he hung up, Jess put his feet on his desk and hung his head.... Now
that's what I call real professional and stupid. Boy, I've done it!
Fantastic, now he will never call me back. It is finished-done! The hell
with it! Well that's one way of getting out of the fuckin' situation. Then
he took his feet off the desk, paced around his office and walked over to
the window. He glanced out and smiled as he saw Ronnie and her Grandmother
sitting on the porch swing on the rear patio taking in the afternoon
sun. Standing beside them and watching the surrounding area was that armed
guard that Jesse had hired. I just wonder who he is protecting, Ronnie or
the old lady? He thought, well, as long as he keeps his eyes on both of
them. Is that guard any different than I? Both of us are perhaps being a
little derelict in our duties. Only now I can at least tell Philip that I
have tried to contact the Caliph and now the ball is in Haroun's court. I
don't think he will even try to contact me, so if worse comes to worse, I'm
free. Smiling, he then went to his desk and picked up the box with the
see-thru mesh underpants and placed them and the telephone book back into
the wall safe.

"At least I tried! Now that I have screwed up that, perhaps I can give some
thought to my own and Ronnie's lives. Perhaps we can now begin to raise
that family... Oh! Why the hell not?" he said to himself and walked down to
the patio and said hello to Ronnie and kissed Grandma.

"How are both of you today?" he asked and made small talk with Grandma to
be polite. After a while he turned and took Ronnie by the hand and guided
her away.

"Excuse us Grandma, but Ronnie and I have to talk privately for a few
minutes," Jesse said and before she could object he took her out of
Grandma's line of sight and hearing.

"You know, since we got back home I have not had a minute alone with you. I
was just in my office just thinking how nice it was when we were alone on
the ship and then on the plane. Just the two of us, no family, no
guards. We were able to talk and just relax. It was real nice. Just the two
of us. I liked having you beside me to feel the heat of your body as well
as the sweet smell of... I don't know about you but I'm tired of having
people looking over our shoulders. I thought having you living here at the
mansion would bring us closer, instead it feels like we are becoming
strangers. What do you say that this weekend just you and I take a drive up
to the cabin? We can say we are going to check on the house and to see how
far the contractor has gotten? We could stay at Yethro's cabin and if the
weather permits maybe get in a bit of fishing and swimming. It would do us
both good to get out of the city and get some fresh air as well as not have
the family on our backs all the time. Just the two of us alone."

"Oh, just the two of us... Yes, I would love that, but what about the
security people. And....."

"If you are afraid of what people would say, forget about it - people are
already talking and they will continue to gossip anyway. As far as
security, I have a license to carry a gun and there is always the Chief of
Police. He, his police force and I, can and will protect us. Think about
it... Just the two of us! I think it's time for us to spend some time alone
and get to know each other better. You know - without the family
around. Other couples do it, why not us? If you're really worried about
what they would say or think, we could take Grandma with us, but I would
rather it be just you and me, just the two of us and I promise I will
behave."

"If you are going to behave - why bother going up to the cabin?" she
smiled. "I think I can trust you--the question is, can you trust me?" she
asked as she put her arms around Jesse and kissed him deeply, her mouth
open and her tongue searching and finding his.

He pressed her beautiful body into his and almost crushed her. Yes, this is
what he wanted and needed. They held on to each other feeling the passion
build until Jesse reached down and lifted her up into his arms and carried
her back to where Grandma was sitting. As he placed her in the porch swing
he saw the look of disapproval on Grandma's face as he sat down next to her
and then said, "Ronnie and I are going up to the lake this weekend to check
on the contractor's progress. We will be going alone. Just the two of
us. We need time together and I think we earned it."

Grandma exploded with a string of Arabic that Jesse could just about make
out, much of it not made up of words for 'polite company'. Thankfully,
before he could react, Ronnie answered her in Arabic.

"Grandma, I never heard you use that kind of language before. Shame on you!
Whether or not you like it Jesse and I want to do this and we are going to
do it. Please calm down as this is going to happen and there is nothing
more to say about it. We want and need time to ourselves, alone. We are
both able to take care of ourselves and that's all there is to it! We are
both old enough to make up our own minds about these things now."

"What about your bodyguard?"

"Jesse says we don't need one. The last time I went out - Rashid was
supposed to be my 'protector' and look at what it got me. Jesse had to come
and rescue me. I made myself a promise that from then on, whenever
possible, Jesse will be with me and we will take care of each other - he
has always been there for me and I trust him to continue to do it." And in
a very forceful but firm voice she put an end to the discussion by saying
in Arabic, "Jesse is well acquainted with the use of firearms and showed
his skill when he came to rescue me. I trust him and so should this family!
Besides, with me gone you can have the apartment all to yourself or you can
invite that new friend of yours, the security guard, for the weekend. We
all know the games the two of you have been playing behind our backs."
Seeing the look of dismay on her face she added, "Now, don't deny it. I
know you have been sneaking out at night to be with him. What I'm asking is
to just let Jesse and me play the same game.... Jesse and I need this time
alone. We will do very well. Like I said he has a gun and he knows how to
use it. Also, just in case, there is a Chief of Police that Jesse says is
very capable and he will protect us. I promise we will behave
ourselves. Besides, as all of you keep reminding us all the time, we are
already man and wife and maybe after this weekend Jesse and I will be that
for real..."

Jesse was shocked. He had never seen her so forceful and it really sent
chills through him while Grandma herself realized that Ronnie had become a
grown woman and so it was arranged and Friday after services at the Mosque,
Jesse packed Ronnie and himself, along with their luggage, into the car and
took off for the cabin. He called and informed Mike that they would be
arriving in about 2 hours and to have the cabin area made secure.

They drove up to the cabin feeling like they were on their honeymoon. Jesse
played the radio loudly and the two of them sang along and just had a great
time together. Jesse remembered that liquor store he had stopped at before
and picked up some foodstuff and a few bottles of good wine. Then they
drove up to the compound gate where they found Mike waiting for them.

"Hello," Mike shouted at them. "Welcome home. It's so nice to see you
again. I've checked the perimeter out and it's clean. The contractor is
still working down by your site but he will be leaving for the weekend soon
and it should be quiet down there. You should have the place all to
yourselves for the entire weekend. Do you want me to check out the cabin?"

"That's a good idea. Make sure there are no unwanted animals that would
scare the lady," Jesse requested.

After he came back out the Chief informed him it was all clear and then
added, "I have patrols set up to check the area fence perimeter every hour
or so. That along with the security cameras should make you and the lady
safe and secure here. Is there anything else you need?"

"No! That sounds good. I have my cell phone incase anything goes wrong and
I brought my pistol and ammunition just in case, so we should be fine
here. I want to thank you for your help. We would appreciate it if we had
as much privacy as possible."

"I understand and I'll inform the men also," the Chief said and got back
into his car and drove away.

They got out of the car, locked the security gate and went up on the porch
where Jesse opened the door and turned on the lights and checked the inside
himself. He came back out and the two of them unloaded the car and placed
the supplies in the refrigerator. Jesse checked the deep freeze and removed
some frozen fish to thaw for supper. He also put the bottles of wine in the
fridge

"How do fish, potatoes, mixed vegetables and some good wine sound for
supper?"

"You know that as good Moslems, we should not drink alcohol. But this is a
special occasion and as long as you are going to drink some, I will join
you. I have to admit that I did develop a taste for it at the Governor's
Ball when you took me there. As far as supper goes, as long as you are
going to make it, I'll eat anything you cook, except pork. I'm not ready
yet to go that far with breaking traditions," Ronnie said and then asked,
"Where am I going to sleep?"

"As you know we have only one bedroom and one bed, so I guess unless you
want me to sleep out here on the sofa...."

"Well I guess it will be more comfortable if we shared," she smiled as she
went into the bedroom and started to unpack. "By the way, "are you a good
cook?" she asked from there.

"I like to think that I am," he said as he finished putting away the
groceries, "However, I will not show you my best abilities as I don't think
I want to get much gourmet cooking done this weekend," he said as he
entered the bedroom.

"Is that so? I had hopes that you would like to impress me. Just what did
you intend to get done this weekend," she said, stopping and looking up at
him.

He moved close to her and encircled her in his long arms and pulled her
body to his. As their lips met and she melted into his embrace, "Well as
long as you are in the mood to bend traditions a bit perhaps we can do what
your Grandma and ......"  At the thought of Grandma and the security guard,
Ronnie burst out laughing. Jesse joined in her laughter and pushed her a
little bit away from himself in order to allow his eyes to scan up and down
her body. Just a glance of her soft, dark eyes and gentle smile caused his
heart to swell with the love he felt for her. Even with the flowing dress
and head covering that hid her body, he never tired of the image of her
sensual body. Every time his eyes drank in her feminine form, his passion
burned hotter and more intensely than before. This time however, with just
the two of them here, alone, there was nothing to distract him or cool the
warm feeling building in his mid section. The treasure before him held his
complete and full attention.

"You know, I never told you but this cabin will always be the place I first
fell in love with you," he said and seeing her confusion, he explained, "I
fell in love with you the moment that I picked up a photograph of you that
fell out of Rashid's wallet that first time he was up here. You're
beautiful, stunning," he said. "Like a Rembrandt," he continued as he undid
her head covering and let it slip to the floor. "I just hope I can treat
you like the fine work of art that you are. It's hard because all I want to
do is to crush your body into mine. I want to squeeze you until our bodies
melt into one. You drive me crazy, insane. I want you so..."

Then he ran his hands up and down her back and grasped her backside with
the tips of his fingers touching her rear end and pushing her womanhood
into his growing hardness. She gasped for air as he inserted his fingers
between her legs and found that her opening was wet and glistening. Their
position made it a little difficult for him to touch her the way he wanted
and by turning a bit he was able to place his hand so that it was in the
perfect position to cup her now dripping love center.

"Just say 'Stop' and I will!" he moaned.

Seeing she offered no resistance, he reached down and lifted her in his
arms and carried her to the bed and started to remove her clothes as
quickly as he could. At the same time she undid his shirt. She leaned her
face against his bare chest and licked one of his nipples.  Jesse placed
the palm of his hand on her head and forced her lips even harder against
his swelling nipple. Releasing her he quickly removed her remaining clothes
and then stripped himself and placed his lips on her nipple and licked
around and around and sucked the full globes one at a time into his mouth
as she moaned and grasped at him passionately. They pawed at each other
like the sex starved animals both had become and he gripped her shoulder,
spun her around and pressed forward until he was on top of her and had an
unobstructed view of her pussy. Her flower of passion was already swollen
and in full bloom; the fragrant petals slightly open in an unspoken
invitation. Jesse placed his mouth on her dripping cunt lips and began to
lick and suck up her juice. She screamed and began to beg, "Please Jesse,
please, please, I want you in me. I need you in me. I belong to you and you
to me. No more games. Do not play with me, please!"

In answer to her, Jesse said, "No, Ronnie, no more games this is it no
turning back now," as he gripped his rigid cock in his right hand and
pressed the engorged and almost purple crown against her dripping
opening. Slowly, but with much force he stroked the bulbous head up and
down the length of her slit. Using his foreskin like a fine paintbrush, he
spread the super slick pre-cum mixed with her now freely flowing
pussy-juice on her outer lips. Ronnie, to his surprise and delight pushed
back trying to capture the pulsing spear and force it deep inside herself,
but Jesse pulled back, at first denying her the prize she now desperately
sought.

"Don't make me beg again," she cooed. "Please Jess, I want your hardness
deep inside me. I wanted it from that time when we drove home from the
Governor's Ball. I need to feel you inside of me. I need it so badly," she
continued in a pleading tone. "For God's sake, Jesse, make me your wife,
And do it now!"

His own need overtook him and he thrust his hips forward, driving the
length of his turgid shaft into her in a single, forceful thrust. He heard
her scream as the head of his penis blasted through her virginity wall. He
could feel the warmth of her blood as it flowed around his tool lubricating
the shaft even more.

After that first incredible feeling of being filled, time and space ceased
to exist as they were taken into another dimension. The only thing in the
world that mattered was their naked bodies thrashing and undulating, one
against the other, pounding together, driving their pleasure higher and
higher until their minds seemed to explode as the force of their shared
release overwhelmed them as they made not love but 'lust' with each other.

Ronnie lay back exhausted, as she reached up and closed her arms around
Jesse hugging him still tighter as tears came out of her eyes.

Seeing her tears flowing, Jesse leaned in and kissed her and started to
blubber about how sorry he was. "I should have been more gentle and not
acted so brutally, so much like a wild beast. This is not how I wanted it
to happen. I wanted our first time to be special. To be perfect. I wanted
to make love to you - not ravage you. I wanted you to remember your first
time as..."

"No, no, Oh Jesse. It was everything I dreamed of. I never thought it could
be any better. It was wonderful. This being my first time, I have nothing
to compare it with. I know you have had much more experience than I. Did
you enjoy it also?"

"Oh yes my love. I not only enjoyed it, but the other times did not come
anywhere near this. I never loved any of the others. I don't even remember
them now. From now on you are my first, last and only lover. Jesse turned
her over on all fours and again drove his cock into her pussy but this time
from the rear. From this position she was able to watch the underside of
her body. With each powerful thrust, she felt the heat of his burning cock
driving in and out of her pussy relentlessly. She smiled and almost laughed
as she watched as her tits swayed to and fro with each thrust.

From this position she was also able to observe the sight of his glistening
shaft come into view as it pounded in and out of her. She moaned at the
erotic image that filled her eyes. Jesse quickly resumed his steady rhythm
of driving into her until their hot flesh smacked together before pulling
out until only the tip of the crown remained just past her parted lips. Now
Ronnie was treated to a sight she had hoped to see since their first
meeting. She marveled at the sight of their naked flesh pounding and
thrusting, writhing and undulating as his glistening phallus appeared and
disappeared into her body over and over again.

The combination of the sights, sounds, and feeling his lover's hot, tight
pussy gripping his shaft and massaging the increasingly sensitive glands
under the crown soon became more than he could control. With a final thrust
he slammed as deeply into Ronnie's burning center as he could just as he
felt the molten stream of cum course up the length of his dick and explode
inside of her. Over and over for four or five powerful eruptions, his tight
balls pumped stream after stream of his man cream into the depths of her
womb. It was as if his body had exploded. Finally spent, his body relaxed
and his rapidly wilting manhood slipped unceremoniously from Ronnie's
quivering pussy.

"STAY!" he said firmly. "Don't you dare move. Now, spread your legs wide
for me."

She had no idea what was on his mind. Jesse turned around, dropped to the
floor so that he was sitting there and pulled her body to him and slid
between her wide spread thighs. He licked at the top of one thigh to
capture the stream of his thick, white cream leaking from her freshly
fucked pussy before clamping his mouth over her dripping opening. The
position allowed him to thrust his tongue deeply into her like a small
penis. He tongue fucked her while furiously rubbing her burning clit with
his fingers and struggling to drink down the river of cum flooding from
her.

Ronnie shook and quivered as the rapture of her intense release consumed
every fiber of her being. Every time he felt her muscles start to relax, he
found a new way to stimulate her. Once he concentrated on flicking his
tongue against her slightly rough, spongy G-Spot until she cried out and a
flood of her nectar gushed into his mouth. Yet another time he drew her
turgid clit between his tight lips and very gently bit down on it until she
screamed in ecstatic release anew. Suddenly, the intensity of the pleasure
became more than she could bear. She pushed off of him and fell into a heap
on the bed.

"Allahu Akbar," she exclaimed. Her voice was so shaky it came out as a
forced, loud whisper. "What the hell was that?"  "I hope it was good sex!"
he teased.

"OH Jess, it was not good, it was great!" she moaned. "I hope it's like
that every time," she moaned.

"You wait and see. It will just get better and better, my lover, as time
goes by."

"Better than that! You have got to be joking!"

"I am not joking. Yes, it does get better. This time it was mostly
lust. Next time it will be slow and easy and you will learn what real
ecstasy is."

"Oh Jess", she exclaimed, "Look there is blood on the bedding..."

"Yes, but with none of your relatives around here there is no one to show
it to.....  We could take the sheet and show it to Grandma and Yethro, if
you like."

"No, that will not be needed! I will wash it in the morning. They will just
have to take our word," she smiled.

 Jesse came up on the bed and for about one half hour they lay holding each
other sharing soft, gentle kisses until finally he pulled back and
suggested they each take a shower and get ready for supper which he planned
to serve on the west porch so they could have a great view of the sun going
down. Jesse showered first and started dinner. Then while Ronnie showered
he put on one of the fancy Jalabiya robes that Yethro had purchased for him
and set the table. Jesse had placed one of the cabin's hurricane lanterns
in the center of the table and lit it. Standing off to the side of the
table in a bucket of ice was the bottle of dry white wine. Ronnie came out
onto the porch in a pajama outfit and found Jesse standing behind her chair
holding it for her as she came out and sat down.

"I love that Jalabiya you are wearing. Where did you get it?" she asked.

"It was one of the first gifts Yethro ever gave me. If you like it I can
have him order a few made up for you. I'm sure he would like nothing else
but to see you and I in a matching set of these."

Then after pouring the wine he sat opposite her, raised his glass and
toasted her.

"To my wife, the woman I love...and to the ending of a perfect day.... The
first of many many more......."

To be continued....