An Indigo Bunting

Sophie just listened intently.

"Matt is in university and is pursuing a Masters degree and is seriously thinking about switching into a PhD program."

"What's he studying?"

"Rhetoric."

"What?" She was incredulous. "What is that?"

"I have no frikkin' idea."

"Where do you go...to get a degree...in rhetoric? Fifth century B.C. Athens?"

"No, University of Toronto. He lives downtown."

"What does a degree in Rhetoric do for you later on in life?" She really was mystified.

"That's my point exactly Sophie. And the stupidest thing is that I'm helping him finance his education in...I don't know what. He's never been able to explain it! You would think if you are studying Rhetoric you'd be able to at least explain what it is."

She couldn't help but laugh.

We cuddled again.

"Do you want me to fuck you again tonight?" I said in the low voice.

"Well, I do have a have a new job...resort slut. However...I'm a little sore right now."

We both chuckled and took a sip of wine.

"Tell me, does resort slut take it up the ass?"

Her eyes widened and she slid on top of me in the hot tub. Looking down onto my face she said, "Resort slut will take it any way she can get it."

Holy shit.

It took me a few moments but I was able to compose myself. "Sophie, seriously, we need to talk."

She was all ears.

"This entire day has been quite...transformative? Is that the right word?"

She just listened.

"We started out bird watching and now we've committed to transferring bodily fluids between us."

"Precious bodily fluids," she added, paused and then said, "Dr. Strangelove...sorry."

Yes, she was correct. Was she trying to throw me off?

"I just kind of need to know, which way I'm going and what I'm doing," I said to her.

She said nothing, just looked at me funny.

"Okay, so we are going to get out of this hot tub eventually..."

"Can we finish the wine bottle first?" she interjected.

"Yes, and we can have sex again..."

"Ahh..." she interjected again, "about that whole in the butt thing?"

"What?"

"Trust me, I'm okay with that, it's just that...I really would like to have the opportunity to...clean myself first. If you know what I mean."

"I do and I appreciate that...it's the lady inside you bubbling out."

We both chuckled.

"With me," she continued, "any orifice is fine."

I found that a little odd. I didn't think that she had fully thought through that last statement.

"Really? So, basically every pore on your body is an orifice, so are you saying that you are okay with having my cum rubbed over your entire body?"

Her eyes widened but her plastic wineglass was at her lips.

"And in addition to your pussy, bum-hole and mouth, you have ears, nostrils and eyes as orifices. Orifici?"

I think I caught her off guard.

"So, you are saying I can squirt cum in your eye?"

She chuckled, but didn't say anything for a moment. "Yeah. I'll do it. A real slut would do it wouldn't she?"

"But you're not a real slut are you?"

She paused for a long time. She was lost in thought. Eventually she replied, "I can't even pull that off can I?"

I said nothing.

She took awhile but eventually sighed, then said, "I'm afraid I've not been promiscuous enough to technically qualify as a slut. You are only the third person that I've ever had sex with."

"Really?"

"And I certainly don't wish to have sex with every Tom, Dick and Harry that crosses my path. Only with you. For the time being at least. But yes, you can cum in my eye, or in my nose or ear...and the whole notion of rubbing my entire body in your semen, I'm sorry...but that isso hot!"

Holy shit!

Did I just jump planets or something? I am living in my own wet dream? Is that what it is? Oh my god! Where has this woman been all of my life?

"Sophie?"

"Mmuuhaa?"

"Just for the record," I paused, "I don't think you're a slut."

"Oh," she paused for moment before asking, "can I be an honorary slut?"

"As long as you aremyhonorary slut."

We kissed dangling plastic wine cups in hand. We could hear spring peepers peeping away.

After a few moments she asked, "What was it that you needed to know?"

"I can't remember."

"Something about a transformative day and Doctor Strangelove."

"Ah yes precious bodily fluids. I remember what I wanted to know," I sipped the last wine in my cup. "Are we going too fast?"

Sophie drained her wine glass and held it up to me, giving it a little shake. I reached for the wine bottle and drained the rest into our two glasses.

"Let me put it this way Frank," she took a sip. "Indigo Buntings are only around for a very short period." She gazed at me. "Are you serious about trying to spot one this season?"

"You're damn right I am."

"Then we're not going too fast." She was smiling.

"So Bunting hunting next weekend? Or how about before that?"

"Frank, I have thirty one grade fours waiting for me."

"I know, I'm sorry. And I have to work too. Actually I've got a meeting tomorrow."

"On a Sunday?"

"Yup."

"Oh..."

"It's the day lily thing. We talked about that earlier. I've got to present a proposal."

"Well, good luck."

"I'll be fine. Thanks."

Eventually we finished the wine and dragged our prune-like shriveled bodies out of the hot tub and after letting Lovie out to pee made our way upstairs to my bedroom.

"This is so you Frank," she said as she stepped into the room.

"What? It's a bedroom."

"The way it's furnished, it's you."

"No it's not, it's Ikea." I didn't get her point.

"If I had to try to imagine what Frank Proulx's bedroom looked like, it would be exactly like this."

"Queen sized bed, brown furniture, flat screen TV on the wall, cheap throw rug, armchair that used to be my parent's but now normally has worn clothing thrown at it. I don't get it." Before she could answer I asked, "Are you not comfortable in here?"

Wrapped in a white towel and her hair still wet she hugged me, we kissed and she said, "I'm so comfortable with Frank Proulx and his bedroom, I couldn't be happier."

I pulled the towel off of her and tossed it on the armchair. Mine followed.

We stood there naked staring at each other.

"I need to pee," she said. I pointed to the ensuite.

"I'm gonna have a quick shower," I said, "just to wash the bromine off. Care to join me?"

She smiled as she headed off to the washroom.

I opened the door after a heard the toilet flush.

We gently soaped each other in the shower while we hugged and kissed, but said nothing the whole time. It was perhaps the most sensuous moment in my life, in spite of the fact that we were both prune-like from the hot tub.

Soon enough we had sorted ourselves out and made sure that we were sufficiently dry to climb into bed. More sex wasn't on either of our minds. It was very weird climbing into bed to sleep-sleep with someone else.

"Which side?" she asked.

I pointed to the right, which was the exact opposite of where Carol used to sleep. Sophie is gonna be different I rationalized.

We kissed and snuggled for a while. She was so soft.

After a while she agreed that I should switch the lights off.

"Good night Sophie, sleep well."

"Good night Frank, thank you for a lovely day."

We lay there cuddling each other in the darkness.

I knew she wasn't asleep. But we didn't say anything.

We just lay there.

"Three?" I whispered.

"Three what?" Sophie answered in a whisper.

"You said you've only had sex with three people, me obviously being one."

"And you were the best!"

"Oh that's so sweet. Liar."

"It's true. The other two made love. Not sex."

"Kay."

"Not only that, but your penis..."

"Cock."

"Cock, was definitely and by far the biggest of the three."

"Oh. That's nice to hear. But apparently size doesn't matter." I guessed that she didn't know what a porno sized cock was.

We were silent for a few moments.

"I was a virgin when I married Sam."

I didn't say anything for a while but eventually countered with, "So one of the dates worked out kinda okay then?"

"No," she said with a little trepidation in her voice, "none of them did." She paused for a moment before she added, "I had an...indiscretion, years ago."

Sophie had an affair? Really? What's the difference between an affair and indiscretion? That moral compass got a little wobbly then.

"To this day I'm ashamed of myself, for what I did."

I didn't want to ask her about. I just kept my mouth shut.

"He was married too."

I bit my tongue.

"Sam was in the hospital fighting another bout of Non-Hodgkin's. I was feeling sorry for myself. I was questioning my marriage, my life, my faith, everything."

"Don't torture yourself Sophie..." I squeezed her a little.

"Alex was a teacher at the school. We were friends. Flirty friends. All very innocent."

"Sophie you don't have to..."

"Sam was in the hospital; I needed a shoulder to cry on and one night with a couple of drinks...one thing led to another."

"I'm sure that what you did is far too common."

"It scared the lights out of me. I was so worried that he got me pregnant. I was a mess, a complete wreck." She paused and then continued, "In the end I wasn't pregnant but I realized that I had unnecessarily complicated my own life and left a burden of shame and guilt on myself for the rest of my life."

"Do you still feel that shame and guilt today?"

"Absolutely."

"Do feel guilty having had sex with me?"

"Oh heaven's no. With you I felt...multiple orgasms. Strong ones. Frank, I kid you not, with you I've had the best sex that I've ever had in my entire life!"

Nah...couldn't be true.

"Even better than your honeymoon night?"

"Ha! That was adisaster."

"Oh?"

"I was twenty one. I had a hymen. I was scared. Sam was scared. There was blood. And pain. And tears. And certainly no orgasm for me."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Let me put it this way...our sex life did not get off to a good start. Nevertheless the fact of the matter was that wedidhave a sex life, but when Sam was sick...plus...I guess he just wasn't...don't me wrong, I loved him dearly. He was my whole life. And he was tender and loving and caring and decent."

"Too tender?"

After a moment she answered, "Yes."

"So now you want raw carnal sex?"

"Yes."

"To make up for lost time..."

"Basically, yes."

"Well Sophie, let me say this. I am more than happy to fuck your brains out."

She squeezed my arm. "Good."

"Still doesn't make you a slut though."

Even in the darkness I could tell she was smiling, "I'm an honorary slut."

"Perhaps my honorary slut," I whispered, "but you are still a fine lady. A very rare bird indeed."

We kissed.

I fell asleep.

*

...sunlit branches walking hand in hand. Warm. Happy...

I woke up to the sensation of the bed shifting and Sophie trying to straddle my cock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just couldn't resist your erection." She leant down to kiss me as I felt my cock slip into her warm pussy, guided by her slender fingers.

"Good morning Lady Sophie," I kissed her back. She slid down the length of my cock and rested her weight on my bladder, "Unggh." I couldn't do it. "Sorry Sophie, I've got to pee and your weight on my bladder is creating a real sense of urgency about it."

"Sorry." She pulled off.

As I headed off towards the toilet I glanced at the clock 8:10 – wow, we slept in. "Plus I need to let Lovie out." I pulled my housecoat and slippers from my closet. My head was pounding a little.

I had a glorious piss.

"Shall I make coffee?" I asked as I headed back out through the bedroom to tend to Lovie, "We can have it in bed," I poked my head back through the doorway, grinned and added, "and then we can continue where we just left off."

She was grinning too.

"Sure, but Frank, do you mind getting something out of my car for me? There is a blue leather bag in the trunk, the keys are in my purse. The purse is either in the living room or in the kitchen. It's an electronic key."

"No problem. How do you take your coffee?"

"Just cream or milk if you have it."

She takes her coffee just like I do.

Lovie was already at the sliding door. I let her out and found Sophie's purse. Weird going through a woman's purse, nevertheless I found her keys. Before getting her bag I set up a cup of Colombian coffee on the Tassimo machine.

Sophie's car was a very feminine, off-white, Audi A4, just a couple of years old I guessed. And just like Sophie, immaculately clean. Although the button clearly had the unlock symbol, it wouldn't unlock. A little side button flipped out an actual key, just like a tiny switchblade from the electronic device. I got the bag from the trunk. Lovie was back at the sliding door and one cup of coffee was done.

I brought Sophie her coffee and her blue bag, "Here you go sweetness, how's your head this morning?"

"It definitely needs this coffee. How much wine did we have?"

"Lots."

"I'll be right back," I said as I headed back downstairs to get my coffee."

"What time is your meeting today?" she asked as we sat up sipping coffee and popping back aspirins."

"Four. We can do stuff together...after having sex of course. And breakfast."

"Frank, I don't want to interfere with your life."

"Interfere, are you kidding? I love your company. I just like being with you."

She smiled and brushed my hand with her free hand. "What did you have in mind?" she smiled and added, "after sex and breakfast."

"We could go bird watching but I really need to make another trip to the garden center. Yes even landscape architects have to go to garden centers."

"I'd love to go. What are we getting?"

"I'll tell you what I'm getting, a hard on watching you and your beautiful nipples in bed next to me."

"Well then," she belted back the rest of her coffee and set the cup on the side table. She then crawled out from under the duvet and positioned herself on her elbows and knees naked, with her head down and her ass and open crotch glistening and staring right at me. "What are you getting when you see this?"

"A raging hard on!"

"Rage away lover. Rage away."

I immediately set my coffee cup down on the side table and shifted forward to stuff my tongue into her pussy. It was already wet. I could hear her moaning as I pulled her ass cheeks apart to gain maximum access. She pushed back and ground herself against my tongue. The combination of Sophie pussy juice and morning coffee was something I definitely could get used to. I flicked my tongue on her clit. She moaned aloud.

Sophie's bum hole was garishly on display much to my delight. Little crinkly lines converged on a light brown pinkish background meeting at the center with a tiny swell on one side. It seemed to have a life of its own as it flexed in and out.

My cock was fully erect now but dry.

I pushed myself off of Sophie. Her head immediately lifted off the bed as I stepped off the bed and positioned my cock in front of her face.

Her mouth opened instinctively as my cock was thrust forward, "Just get it a little wet."

On her hands and knees the angle of her throat was the same as my cock. Her eyes bulged as she gulped it back. The visual of her mouth straining, her lips pushed in and alternately drawn along as I slid in and out was just too much. I could feel her tongue rubbing the underside of my cock.

I had to pull out.

Again she seemed crestfallen. As I repositioned myself back on the bed behind her I made a mental note to let her suck me to her heart's delight soon. Soon, but not at that moment. I put my left hand on her bum cheek and pulled her open as I pushed my wet cock toward her pussy. Looking down I made a similar note with regard to her cute bum hole. Any orifice she said.

My cock head popped in after giving a bit of a push.

"Oh!" Her head popped up.

I froze. "Okay?"

Her head bobbed up and down, "Yeah."

I pushed in, she pushed back. I was almost in all the way.

"Auugh!" Her head bobbed up again.

I froze again. Clearly it hurt. She was warm and tight on my cock.

"Agh," she gasped, "you're so big," she hissed. I thought she was rubbing her tummy. "Just give me a second."

I stayed frozen.

After a moment she slowly pulled off a bit and then pushed back down. I stayed frozen as she repeated the motion. I could see I still had another inch to go. She did it again, faster.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...whooo..."

"Just take your time," I said.

She steadily increased the pace slightly and the length of the draw with each stroke. I stayed frozen, held her hips and watched as her pussy lips flexed in and out.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." I could hear her moan into the duvet.

She pulled almost all the way off my shaft and stopped momentarily and then slammed herself all the way down.

"Aughh!" She tried to pull herself off but I held myself inside her. I was sure I was pressed right up against her cervix.

"Ohh...erraughh..."

Her head was up and she was panting.

"You okay?"

Her head bobbed, "Yeah...whooo..."

"Just take your time."

"I'll be okay," she said through an exhale and lay her head back down onto the duvet. Her right shoulder was ducked down low, her head to the left. Hair everywhere. Her fingers found her clit. I could feel them.

"Frank," she gasped, "you are at a place inside me," she gasped again, "where no one and no-thing has ever been." A fingernail clipped my scrotum.

"Ah, there was a little bit of virgin still hiding inside you."

Even in profile and from behind her I could tell she was smiling. I still stayed motionless. She was rubbing herself furiously.

I added, "But this time no blood and no tears okay? And I absolutely insist that you have an orgasm."

"Augh," she did right then and there. Her hips rocked, her bum hole winked and there was a simultaneous squeeze on my cock. She clamped and gasped seven or eight times, all the while her clit rubbing never stopped. When her orgasm subsided her head was an entirely different colour.

"Fuck me Frank!"

I took my first stroke while holding her hips. Her head came off the bed as I pushed back in. All the way. I could feel a bump as I bottomed out.

"Yeah..."

Another pull out, push in.

"Yesssss..."

Again, slightly faster and a little harder.

"Oh gaawwdd..."

And more.

"Harder!"

Again.

"Fuck me harder!"

With that I let my inner wild horses go. She was rubbing her clit again, nicking my scrotum with every other rub. And she started coming again. Although we were bouncing wildly on the bed, gasping for air and making the most primeval sounds, her contracting bum hole muscles gave the game away. Her orgasm simply didn't stop. I had to wipe the sweat off my brow with my forearm. I kept slamming into her, my upper thighs smacked into the back of her with an audible slap while my balls swung underneath colliding with the untiring fingers. Her whole body was shaking. I was fucking her and she was fucking back with a ferocity that I simply couldn't believe.

I focused on my breathing as I changed up my strokes. In out, side to side, internal rotation clockwise, rapid mini-stabs down to the g-spot, counter-clockwise rotation, jab to the cervix, drag back along the roof, g-spot rapid fire again. I was having a blast.

And Sophie was a twisting, writhing, whole body convulsing, sweating orgasmatron. Her bum hole muscles betrayed her.

And then I realized...I had just crossed the point of no return.

I held on for dear life as I erupted deep into her pussy. My hips pumped involuntarily, my entire body jerked in sympathy while incomprehensible noises bounced off the bedroom walls as I came and came. The world momentarily turned grey, my chest was heaving and when I partially regained my senses I realized my mouth was open and there was drool running out of my mouth and straight onto Sophie's bum hole which was still in full spasm mode.