Do You Believe?

Pam served dinner and sat down with me to eat. Half way through the meal she looked up and asked, "So how do you like me so far?"

I pointed out that the only time all day that I wasn't smiling was when I had some part of her in my mouth.

We finished dinner, did the dishes together and kissed some more. Pam was still nude. So was I.

"Pam, maybe we should get dressed and I'll take you home."

"If you don't want me to stay." She was standing five feet away looking at me like I was about to decide the fate of the world.

"Won't your parents be wondering where you are?"

"They both know where I am. They both know it was my intention to fuck you today. I'm sure they both assume that since I'm not home already that I have fucked you and that I'm spending the night."

"And they're OK with that?"

"Member the cool reception you got from my daddy when you met at Matty's?"

"Yeah."

"You were or are my daddy's nightmare in the flesh."

She took my arm and led me to the small couch. She sat me down and sat next to me with her legs over mine.

"When the family that owned this house sold it to Matty a few years ago and I got the job of taking care of the place I told Momma that a wonderful, smart man was gonna buy the place and I was gonna love him. Momma said that whoever bought this place would be a family not a single man."

"And?"

"And I've been saying I was gonna love that man for the past four years. Matty said I cursed the place. She's had twenty families come looking at it. None even made an offer. She called daddy right after you took the place and said to come to dinner that night. She didn't say why. When she introduced you and said you had rented this place I think daddy just about had a heart attack."

"I've been here all of two days."

"And I can't decide to love you in two days?"

"My head is lining up reasons why you can't love me. You want a list? I've never felt the feelings I'm having quite like I'm feeling them, but I don't think its love."

"OK. I can be with that. I just need to be honest with you and tell you I've loved you for four years already. I know the rent's paid for two months and I'm not going anywhere. Take your time."

That said she went out to the truck and brought in the box.

"Where can I put my stuff?"

"Are you moving in?"

"No, silly. I still need to be at home most days to help with the farm. This is my stuff for staying over. A change of clothes, extra underwear, toothbrush, stuff like that."

"Oh. Put your stuff right beside mine. That's where you want it."

Pam and the box went into the downstairs bedroom and bath and five minutes passed. I heard her come out of the bathroom and watched as she came into view. I felt good even being able to watch her. Her energy and joy were contagious.

When we went to bed we fit together the way people who have slept together for a long time and still love it fit together.

When I woke up the next morning I was in bed alone. It was dawn. I noticed the odor of sex was in the bedroom and I recalled why and smiled. There was a note on the pillow next to me.

"Got lots to do today at the farm. If you want me back tonight come for me as the sun goes down. Stay for dinner. Momma is a good cook. Love, Pam."

I had cereal for breakfast and drove into town. I went to "the store" and got more boards and bricks for my hippy bookshelves. I found out how to get phone service and was surprised that the guy told me he'd have it up and running by dark. He even gave me a phone number. I waited seven weeks once in Los Angeles. As I was leaving the store Bob, the owner, came out to my truck and said Matty wanted to see me. I thanked him and went to Matty's.

"Well, well, don't you look better'n a new pair a jeans!" Matty smiled as I came through the door. Her place was empty. I sat at the table with her and she poured me a cup of coffee. After I had half inside she spoke again.

"Are you in overwhelm yet?" She spoke softly and took a sip of her coffee.

"Is that what this feeling is called?"

"Yup. Seems to me that you've just been run over by love. It didn't look like love. It didn't sneak up on ya like love used to. But the more you think about her the more you think being loved by Pam just might be the best thing to happen to you in the past fifteen years."

"Matty, I don't even know her. I've been here less than a week. I don't even have my office set up or a phone. Love? I didn't come here looking for love, or even a relationship. I came here to get out of the big city."

"There are those who believe you came here in answer to Pam calling you here. Some kind of metaphysical energy stuff. It doesn't matter how you got here, or why you came. You are here. The other thing I know for sure is that Pam does love you."

"Jesus, Matty. She's nineteen!"

"When you go for dinner ask to see her room."

"I can't go there for dinner."

"Why? Because you fucked their daughter last night? They knew you were going to do it when they met you the other night. We all did. Hell, she'd have done you right here on this table that night if you'd given her half a hint you wanted to."

"What's in her bedroom?"

"You are. I won't say more but I will say I knew you when you walked in the other day."

"I think you're all nuts. I'll go for dinner. I'll ask to see her room. Should I take a bottle of wine or something?"

"I'll save you a long drive. The nearest store for wine is an hour away. I'll sell you one of my stash. It's one I know Mr. Nilsson likes. I also know he probably will welcome a glass or two. He's in overwhelm too."

She got the wine for me and I headed home. I puttered around and when the phone guy arrived I was sitting in a rocker on the porch. Ten minutes later he was on his way and I had phone service. I called my sister and asked her to send any mail I had and I gave her my phone number. She wanted to know all about the house, the town, the neighbors and I told her I would send her a letter or better an email with pictures soon. She pressed and I told her the house reminded me of the house we grew up in.

I showered, put on clean Levis and headed with wine to the Nilsson farm. Amor met me at the gate. I stopped the truck and he jumped into the back. When I stopped in front of the house Mrs. Nilsson and Pam were sitting on the steps. Amor jumped out of the truck and went to them.

Pam got up and ran to me. She hugged me and kissed me hello. Her momma stood on the bottom step of the porch and when I got close she took me in her arms and hugged me. I hugged back, a little surprised at her welcome. When the hug ended she kissed me. I sort of expected a peck on the cheek. I got everything except tongue. Then she put her arm around my waist and guided me into the house.

In the living room Mrs. Nilsson told Pam to go get her daddy. She was out the door in a second. As she went I heard, "Yes, Momma."

Mrs. Nilsson said, "I know this is a bit uncomfortable for you. It is for us too and we've had four years to prepare. Just know that as far as we're concerned you're in the family. If you stay a week and then go, we'll survive. If you stay a year and then go, we'll be glad we had the year. If you stay, I'm going to hold you in my heart as a miracle."

That said Mr. Nilsson and Pam came in through the back door and Mr. Nilsson washed up out there and took off his boots as did Pam. We all sat at the table and ate a wonderful family dinner. Pam was right to say her momma was a great cook.

During dinner the conversation was about work there on the farm. Five of the chickens had gotten out and two were still missing, presumed eaten. There was a delivery of hay coming tomorrow. And, Mr. Nilsson said my desk was ready to be delivered tomorrow morning if that would be OK.

"What desk?" I knew the sketch was still in the truck.

"Your desk. Didn't Pam tell you?"

"No. I made a sketch today of a desk I want for the room upstairs but I haven't shown it to anyone yet. Not even Pam."

"Do you have your sketch with you?" Momma asked.

"Sure. Out in the truck. I'll get it." I got up and went to the truck.

As I left the house Mr. Nilsson said to Pam, "The drawing is in the barn. Get it, please."

Pam came in the back door as I came in the front. Each of us carried a quadrille ruled pad. I handed mine to Mr. Nilsson. He looked it over and smiled at Pam. Then he took the pad from Pam and handed it to me. The drawings were the same. The style of desk, the measurements, even the placement in the room were all the same. Down at the bottom right hand corner of the page was a dated note. "His desk, April 2001" Three years ago.

"Nick, would you like to see your desk?"

I followed them out to the barn. It was set up and shining and was exactly the desk I wanted. The burl top I had seen Mr. Nilsson working on was a part of this desk. I was stunned. I stood and looked for a long time.

"Wait. If the drawing was made three years ago why is the desk just finished now?"

"When I met you at Matty's I knew you needed it now. I have tried to tell myself that Pam was having a fantasy for four years. You are not a fantasy."

"I'm just a guy who rented a house."

"I don't think either of us can hold on to that theory any longer."

"Is there more? Is there something I still don't know? Wait. Matty said ask you to show me your room. Pam, show me your room please."

"I'll show you my room when we go to bed," Pam said smiling.

Was I being invited to spend the night? This couldn't be! My thoughts raced.

"Nick, I brought the levis you wore yesterday home with me this morning. They got washed and dried today. You have clean clothes for tomorrow right here. They're ready for tomorrow."

"This is crazy. I want to spend the night with Pam. I'm freaked that after knowing you all for less than a week I'm being invited to stay the night in Pam's room. No one's parents ever made me feel this welcome even after I'd married their daughter. I've only been here a couple of days and life has never moved faster. Please forgive me stumbling."

"You're married?" Momma's eyes were wide.

"Was. Five years. The Readers Digest version is that we were hit by a semi on our way back from Sturgis eight years ago. I spent two months in traction and she was buried in Colorado."

"You still ride?" Dad asked.

"The bike was totaled and so was my heart for riding. I've been driving pick ups ever since."

"Your right leg?" momma asked.

"Does it still show?"

"You favor it just a little. I know a little about injuries. Want me to look at it?"

"Let her look Nick. She has magic in her hands." Dad said.

She led me back to the living room and had me pull off the Levis. I stood and momma knelt by my legs and ran her hands up feeling the muscles and the nine inch scar on my thigh.

She left the room after telling me to sit down. She came back with two towels and some ointment. Momma knelt on the rug and worked the ointment into the muscles of my leg. We talked as a family about the muscles and how tight they had become. She told me that I would be sore for a day because of what she was doing and that I needed to come back day after tomorrow for another treatment. About forty five minutes later she asked me to stand up. My leg felt really wonderful. I walked around the living room in my underwear and shirt like these folks were family.

Mr. Nilsson looked at his watch and said, "Bed time." He got up off the couch.

Momma got up too and as she passed Pam she softly said, "Give his leg a rest honey. You be on top."

Pam came to me carrying my pants and we followed Momma up the stairs.

"Am I staying in your room?"

"Yes. Don't worry it's not all pink ruffles."

"Darn. I was hoping it was." She punched me on the shoulder. Then she opened the door.

I wasn't ready. On the wall over her bed was a charcoal drawing about poster sized. It was of me. I was me four years ago when I still wore a beard. In the drawing I had on a Harley t-shirt. On the dresser was another drawing. In this one the beard was gone and I was standing by a truck. There was a cane in the picture.

"Momma had me put most of them away."

I sat on the bed. My head spun. This was beyond possible.

"I knew you were coming four years ago. I don't know how or why and I don't care. I'm yours."

"You don't even know me."

"Amor knows you. He has never jumped into anyone's truck except daddy's before today. He always gives the sniff and wait test to strangers. Until you. I've never seen momma touch anyone except daddy, Matty and me before you. We don't worry so much about how long we've known someone. We look at their heart and their energy. Your heart and my heart belong together. They fit. We fit."

Pam took off my shirt and her clothes. She helped me into bed and rode me just like Momma said to. First she rode my face and then she rode my cock. I tried to stay quiet but just as I was starting to climax I heard Mr. Nilsson groan loudly from down the hall. I followed his example and our ladies laughed out loud.

Minutes later we were all asleep.

Dark and early the next morning I was awakened with kisses. Pam turned on a small bed-side lamp and we dressed. I could feel where momma had worked the muscles in my leg.

In the kitchen I discovered the most modern thing I had seen since I arrived in town. A coffee maker with an alarm clock built in. I looked closely and noticed that it was set to come on at five in the morning. The coffee was hot and just the way I like it. Strong.

The desk was in the barn in three pieces. We covered those pieces with three packing blankets. By eight in the morning the four of us had the desk in the office, the computer on it and all the desk stuff put in the desk. When we finished Mr. Nilsson asked what I did with the computer. I told him about my writing, the various jobs I had done using computers and he asked if I would assist them with holding their family business together with my computer skills. I said I would.

As we went back downstairs Mr. Nilsson stopped on the stairs and said, "From now on I would be honored if you would call me Hans or Dad."

He didn't say anything more. He just walked out to his truck and went home. Momma stayed with us. She and Pam worked in the house together and I took care of some things in the small barn I was using as a garage and storage shed.

At some point the doors to the barn opened wide and Pam and Momma came to visit. They brought iced tea and some fresh cookies. We arranged some hay bales as seats and sat and talked as we ate and shared the iced tea.

We talked about how Pam had been raised. Momma shared about how she and Hans had come to this area and why. Momma talked about love and how she believed that love wasn't something you fell into but was something you created out of an intention. I was starting to understand how Pam could be who she was. I still didn't get how she had loved me for four years, but I did accept it now.

They asked me about the way love had been in my life. They asked me what I wanted from the rest of my life. Then Momma asked me what I thought about affection.

I told them that I believed that affection between people was probably one quick way to solve some of the worlds problems. I thought that if folks greeted each other with hugs and kisses that people would get along much better in the world.

All the while I was talking Momma was smiling. When I stopped she got off the bale and came to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was the kiss lovers give each other. My body was shocked but answered in kind. When Momma broke the kiss she spoke.

"Hans and I talked last night and this morning. He went back to the farm knowing that we were going to talk about all this. If the conversation went the way Pam and I thought it would Hans knows I will offer you my full affection. The conversation went just as we thought it would. Pam loves you. Pam wants to live with you and love you completely. Hans and I have decided to love you too. For us there are no restrictions to loving someone except the personal boundaries of the people involved. Hans and I love Matty and we love her completely. We offer that to you as well."

"Are you telling me that you and I can hug and kiss when we meet or are you telling me something else?"

"I'm telling you that I want to fuck you, hug you, kiss you, suck you, and anything else we can agree on that we call an expression of affection!"

I turned to Pam and saw that I didn't need to ask what she thought of all this. She was nude and walking to her mother and me with that smile on her face.

My hands went to the top buttons of momma's shirt. She leaned to my face and just before we kissed she said, "And, please, call me Sarah."

As we undressed Sarah I noticed that she was a very fit woman. Many women I have known, city women, have been soft all over by the age when they could have a nineteen year old daughter. Sarah's body showed the results of many years working alongside her husband on their farm. Her arms were smooth but solid and the common sag of flesh hanging from the bottom of many women's arms didn't exist on Sarah. Her breasts had been assaulted by time and gravity but something had them still be beautiful, inviting and delicious. Her nipples were about the size of grapes and when Pam pulled the shirt away from them they seemed to be requesting my attention. They got it. First the entire breast and then the areola and nipple. As Sarah and I got better acquainted Pam moved things around and spread a packing blanket on the bed of hay bales she made. She led us to the bed and we made ourselves comfortable on it.

Sarah and I explored each other with hands and lips and Pam handled my lower interests first with her hands and then her mouth. It became difficult to focus on Sarah while Pam used both hands and her mouth to bring me pleasure.

Pam stopped sucking me and returned to manual manipulations. I loved both and realized I could delay my orgasm better while she used her hands than her mouth. When she changed tactics I realized that Pam knew more about pleasure than most people I had ever known. She had wrapped one hand around my shaft, low. The other hand formed a hat on the crown. While one hand stroked me up and down she twisted the other hand barely touching the head of my cock! The sensations were powerful and I realized that this was not going to last.

Seconds later Sarah moaned hard into my mouth while we kissed. I realized that when Pam had moved her mouth off me she had moved onto her mother's pussy. Sarah's breathing told me she was getting close. I moved into position between her legs, moving Pam as I moved. Sarah used her hands to grab her own legs and spread them wide while also lifting and tilting her hips. Her wet pink pussy opened up for me and Sarah spoke, "Fuck me Lover. Show me you love me."

I put the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed. When I was all the way in I had Sarah folded in half. I was kissing her face with her legs pinned against her breasts and my chest. I was on my toes and began rocking in and out of her wetness.

Pam got behind me and massaged my sack with one hand and reached between us to stroke her fingers across Sarah's clit. In seconds we were cumming! Sarah shook and screamed. I bucked into her and came hard, flooding her pussy.

I held my position deep within her as long as I could and when I was almost completely soft I moved. As I came to rest between mother and daughter Sarah whispered, "That's the kind of cummin that starts babies. Damn, that was good."

"Should I have worn a condom?" I asked.

"Those days are gone forever for me. You can poke me forever and I'll always take it in fun!" She rolled to me and we kissed. When I rolled back Pam lay on my chest and she kissed me.