Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 22

"Guess they haven't see you with the Mic stand then huh? The way you rub the mic before you start that number? That's so hot you know. I think, I think even the audience knows, you are a good girl, but they get a little peek behind the veil. The good girl that I know who turns into a naughty little angel," he added playfully.

"That good girl has turned into a naughty little angel because she loves her man. Damn. I wish we didn't have to drive, I don't want my dad to see this smoky ass van," said Lynne.

"Babe, what's wrong with the van? And I told you, if we could just combine these households, I could get a better van to lug the band's equipment. Hell, you could save some money for your own van. Your band's van is worse than this. Your band's van probably wouldn't even make it an hour to your parents house," chided Leif.

"Yeah, you are probably right. That damn van would be on the side of the road with a red rag sticking out of the hood. Leif, you are right. Let's talk about moving in together this evening, on our drive home. I...I can't imagine waking up and I'm not next to you baby. Laying right up in your arms and snuggling in your chest. Can't imagine not feeding you a nice breakfast after I tire you out with my lips...and...and I'm getting to be a big girl now, and I wanna...you know...I feel ready, in that way-" added Lynne casting him what she hoped was a meaningful glance.

"I think, I think you've been ready for a while now. But I think that since we've waited this long, we may as well wait until this news I have to tell you sweetheart," he murmured kissing the inside of her palm.

"It better be good," said Lynne.

"It will be sugar, it'll be worth your wait, I promise. You think the wait isn't killing me. You know what, when we get home, I'm turning you out in that little church girl outfit. I'm going to leave the skirt and the little sweater on, and I'm going to make you leave your little panties around your ankles while I kiss and lick your little pussy real good," he added.

Lynne just squirmed in her seat with anticipation. He could make her tingly and wet with just the sound of his voice, purring that sweet nasty talk.

"Baby, don't make me go in there with wet panties, I'll be so embarrassed," said Lynne giggling.

"With all that mountain of clothes on, no one will know even if you flood them my little miss faucet," he teased.

She punched his arm. The dialogue, the banter between them was so natural and beautiful. And she felt so close to him! So what if she'd be living with him formally and they weren't married. No one else had to know anything about it at all. She lived all the way across town, far from the prying eyes of her parents, her ex boyfriend Martin, and the other nosy church elders. What she was doing with Leif felt so gloriously lovely and right, it was the first time she ever felt right in her whole life. How could it be wrong? How could it be a sin to love someone, the way that she loved him? Did it mean that they needed to go skipping immediately down the aisle to share joy and pleasure? She wanted to go skipping down the aisle with Leif, but what if he wasn't ready for that yet? Should she give up on that because Leif wanted them to live together in what her parents would call "sin"? How could being with Leif be a sin?

With those gentle blue eyes. The man wouldn't hurt a fly. That sweet sense of humor. The thorough way he enjoyed life and encouraged her to do the same. The sweet shy stammer that he got sometimes. Even the fact that he trusted her enough to tell her that he'd had a stuttering problem, and that had made him shy on the stage. That he felt that he had to try extra hard to be likeable, because he didn't feel that he was particularly smart, except with music...she'd lovingly told him time again that it wasn't the case, he was smart at lots of things. The way it wore on him that he was the sole creative input for the band, and they didn't put a lot of work in, because the were into the music for the wrong reasons. For the music name, and to get chicks. They shared all their secrets, and he was a thoroughly beautiful man, inside and out.

She loved him so much her soul ached, and she wanted him to take her, feel his love moving inside her deeply, very badly now. She wished she hadn't waited so long. Craving for his dick inside was driving her mad around the house now. She never thought she would like penetration but the way his gentle husky fingers felt, teasing, and tickling her, the way he'd push one finger in so gently to start, just gentle pressure, tease her with that finger until her pussy was kissing his finger, and wanting to suck it deep inside herself, and then he'd start with those delicious, gentle finger thrusts. He knew how to rock his fingers, like a gentle rowboat, and press on that secret spongy spot inside her until her whole pussy ached with joy, and she came so hard, she felt the entire energy drain from her body.

He was a virtuoso with the guitar but, he was self taught when it came to his music, and he was playing by ear, and could not read music. He saw that she could read music, and he was fascinated, so she decided to teach him. She taught him by playing things on the piano, he'd copy the notes on his guitar, and she'd identify the key for him. This was how he was learning to site read.

Because he had such a natural knack for music, it was moving fast for him, much faster than it had for Lynne when she was learning to read music as a small child to play piano in church. He was humble when she praised him. He told her she was sweet and patient, and fun and would have made a damn fine teacher had she wanted to continue learning to teach history. And now, he was leaps and bounds away from his band mates in terms of musical ability, as they were still relying on tablature and playing by ear, rather than learning to read sheet music on site like he was learning with Lynne.

After they pleasured each other orally, which they both loved and were addicted to, and she was cuddled in his arms, or he lay his luscious dreadlocks across her naked breasts while he kissed her tits softly while she played with his dreadlocks, he'd confess all his secrets to her. It was a bond that was beyond anything she'd ever felt in this universe. It happened so fast, its scared her...three months and she already secretly dreamed of being his wife, and having his babies. But she still saw no reason to let others intrude on their love.

"Leif I still think this is a bad idea. And there's still time to see the Macy's Day Parade. I've lived here my whole life and I've never seen it," said Lynne.

"We can do that next year. Besides, it's already started and we'll never get a space. Plus, you can't bail on your parents like that, they are expecting us for Thanksgiving babe, so come on," said Leif.

"Leif. I've told you before, don't call it Thanksgiving," said Lynne.

"Family day. I'm sorry. But I don't understand when they still have everything but the Turkey, they just have a chicken. Still the same shit," he said.

Lynne chuckled and added.

"No cursing either Leif. They don't swear. So don't say anything, not even hell and damn. I am serious," said Lynne.

"Okay, okay babe, sheesh. I won't embarrass you. I know they are goody goodies. I got it," said Leif rolling his eyes.

"Also, I haven't told them about you. So...when we get there, why don't you wait a few minutes so that I can break the news to them," she added softly.

"What the hell Lynne? I asked you, if you told them about me! You said that you would. Now you're telling me that you haven't told them?" said Leif.

"I..I was too scared. Look, once you meet them you'll understand. And I know, I know we have some wild and interesting discussions about God, and the creator, and the metaphysical universe, but don't talk about any of that stuff. Please Leif, don't talk about religion, and it's role about pulling people away from God, and how God is not in a building. I mean, I agree with you a lot, but don't say it. My dad is very high up in his church. He's like an assistant pastor. He thinks I'm a sinner and I-"

"Do you think you're a sinner Lynne?" he asked looking at her. His eyes could see through her sometimes.

"I...I don't know I...I guess according to what they believe I am. But what I'm doing, feels great to me. Oh Leif, I'm sorry that you are getting put through this baby. I warned you, when we first met, that I have a lot of shit going on," said Lynne softly.

"You do, but a beautiful woman like you is worth a lot of shit. And you're a kindhearted and beautiful woman Lynne. If you want to believe in that traditional church shit, that's fine, but you are just the kind of beautiful person that is worthy of Him, regardless, " he said.

"That's one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me Leif," said Lynne.

"I meant it. Okay, so don't talk about any religion stuff. Anything else," said Leif.

"I can't think of anything else. Just follow my Lead in there," said Lynne.

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Leif didn't see what the big deal was about meeting Lynne's parents. I mean he wanted to leave a favorable impression, and he surely got he feeling that they didn't know that their sweet daughter was living a true musician's life style, indulged in a little bit of grass, and he was sure they weren't aware that she'd started to express herself sexually. He didn't see the harm in them not knowing that, since they were church going folks, and the way Lynne described them, it seemed they would have a heart attack if they had that knowledge.

But, he saw no harm in presenting himself as a respectable young man who was taking a serious interest in their daughter. After all, he might be wild now, but they were young once, and they should have every realization that he had true intentions with their daughter, taking care of her, and loving her with a pure love, even if he had a different color, even if he looked a little wilder than them and made a career in music, instead of with a blue, or white collar profession. Even if he wasn't churchy like they were.

He'd never hurt their little girl. That was the message that he wanted them to come away with. Lynne might be a grown woman, but they still saw her as a little girl, and he would always protect that little girl part of Lynne's soul. She seemed to be terrified for him to meet her parents. But, even though he hadn't let Lynne know how serious he was, he couldn't ask her to marry him, without at least somehow meeting her parents first. He wanted to know them. It was natural. It was the next step as the relationship grew serious. Hell, she was burning up his cellphone minutes talking to Linda.

How did she know that he wouldn't get on with her father in that same way? Then again too, the way Lynne described him, Leif thought that they might not have anything in common, but still, he owed it to Lynne, and to her parents to make his presence known. Lynne was just so afraid of the way others perceived every little thing about herself that it irked him sometimes. She needed to learn to relax and let herself go. Not everyone was quick to judge, and those who were quick to judge did not deserve her time. He didn't know how to teach her that lesson, but somehow she had to learn it.

When they pulled up in front of the house, she kissed him softly on his cheek.

"I'll go in there first. I'll explain everything and wave for you to come inside," said Lynne.

"Don't worry babe. Don't be nervous I'm sure it'll be fine," said Leif.

Lynne shot him a glance like she didn't agree.

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