Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 33

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Leif had fun singing Christmas carols with his family, actually he didn't sing, he just strummed his guitar, facing Lynne, and not the rest of his family, while his family chuckled. But he enjoyed playing and hearing everyone sing. Lynne didn't know a lot of the words, but she caught on really fast since she snag professionally.

Still and all, Leif was glad to get alone time with Lynne again. He sat out on the porch with her, the new electric guitar in his lap. He didn't have the amp outside, but he could play loud enough so that they could both hear. He strummed her the most beautiful music, and he sang for her. It wasn't a comprehensible melody, he was just humming, and inserting words here and there.

It was easy to play for her, the way she looked up at him, almost like he was some kind of hero to her.

She sat Indian style in front of him. Sometimes she would lean up and kiss his forehead.

"You ready to learn to play? I know we were going to save this for when we got home from California, but I don't see anything wrong with teaching you now," he added with a warm smile.

"Really? Cool. I'll grab your acoustic out of the bedroom," said Lynne.

She stood up.

"Hell no. You're not playing any old acoustic. You're your man's favorite woman, so you play his favorite guitar. Sit in my lap," he added sweetly.

"You haven't even played it for a good hour," she said with a grin.

That shit didn't matter to him at all. She'd bought it for him. Besides, he adored any chance he got to show her, in simple and demonstrative ways, how much he loved her.

She sat in his lap.

It would be hard to concentrate with her juicy pear ass wedged between his legs, and the breeze blowing that apple scented shampoo of hers up under his nose, but he was going to try for her. He loved to share new things with her, and what better way than to teach her on his new guitar.

"So, we'll learn two chords first. A, and E. They are the easiest. We'll start with E. Go ahead and crook your fingers for me. And you need to press down real firm, as firm as you can on all the strings," said Leif patiently.

She made dead sounds, dead chords, muted chords at first, all things that he expected.

But he just kept patiently mashing her fingers against the fret board, his chin in her hair, showing her the way.

After several tries, Lynne produced a clear, clean chord.

She was so happy he got that lighthearted free chuckle that he adored, from her sweet lips.

And he chuckled too.

"That's my good little woman," he said dotingly.

She beamed at him. He loved the chance to treat her with care, and teach her. It healed her emotionally, and it brought out his tender, protective instinct in ways that cleaved him to her forevermore.

It was a struggle not to get emotional for Leif. Because he remembered stammering and stuttering about, and the only person who was patient with him when he got that way was his mother. He knew what it meant to have someone be patient with him, and he also knew that was probably sorely lacking with Lynne's upbringing. It helped him remember to be patient with her even if she was a tortoise in some areas of their life. She'd catch on in time, and when she got there it was more beautiful than he'd ever fathomed. That's how he felt about their love, and their lovemaking. He couldn't believe that she'd let him come by rubbing his aching cock up to her beautiful, soft face.

It was one thing to swallow, and let some of the come get on her lips and chin, but it was a whole new level to let him just use her face and rub up against it until he came. Bust a load on her face! He'd always wanted to try that shit before, but he'd never been able to do it before, but things that seemed impossible to experience with a real life woman, before his Lynney, were no problem with the woman he loved, she acted like she delighted in being used lovingly for his pleasure. She was beginning to open up deeply to him in a sensual way. The trust was growing immensely between them. He'd be fucking her brains out in time too, on her tortoise timetable.

She was getting good as hell at fingering her two chords and strumming patterns already...probably because she was inherently musical.

He showed her two additional chords, then started piecing things together and teaching her a song.

"I don't want you being like me, so look at me, and play for me," he said playfully.

She climbed out of his lap and played facing him.

And, Lynne was already hamming it up with the guitar, making faces when the rhythm was good to her, even with her limited musical vocabulary on the guitar.

"This is frustrating. I mean it's fun playing but I want to just crush it, like I know how to play the piano," said Lynne.

"I know baby...but you gotta crawl before walking and running, just like when you teach me to read music, and teach me piano. I'll teach you all the chords that big brain of yours can hold for today," teased Leif.

He showed her one more chord, and then continued coaching her through a simple version of born to be wild. He sat behind her and pulled her back into the curve of his arms. The smell of her, that sweet vanilla and almonds scent she had, and that sweet apple shampoo soon made it hard to pay attention to what he was teaching her, made his cock twitch, and ache. It was starting to get a little bit hard under her right ass cheek.

Lynne giggled.

"You're so dirty Leif! Getting a hard on while you're trying to teach me. Do you see me getting all aroused when I teach you to read music, and play the piano? No, I'm innocent," said Lynne with a giggle, and a wry grin.

"That's because you don't have a real visible evidence of your arousal like I do. I bet sometimes you have wet panties, teaching me, showing me the way, teaching someone how to do something can be really sexy, like how I've been teaching you," he murmured into her ear.

Lynne chuckled.

"No, I don't. I'm not a bad girl like you're a bad boy. When I teach you the piano, it's all business, no hanky panky," said Lynne with her tongue playfully in her cheek, so he could see.

Lynne's guitar playing, although she was new to playing and still learning was sweet, and melodious to his ears. And she kept making those faces that she made when the sound of the chords and rhythm was good to her. Dear god, they reminded him of the sensual fuck faces she'd make when he went down on her, or was inside of her.

His nose was in her neck before he could even control it. Then he was necking that sweet, long, graceful neck of hers. Damn he loved to kiss her neck and shoulders.

Her happy giggle filled the porch.

"Stop it Leify! You're supposed to be teaching me. I don't do naughty things to you when I'm teaching you," she groaned with a chuckle.

But Leif could tell by her giggling and squirming, and the adorable faces she made as she shimmied in his lap that his sexual teasing delighted her.

She was brilliant, and picking up things so fast, but he couldn't help that the way she grew, and thrived, and flourished in his tender care, picking up new skills, and new ways of envisioning herself, inside and outside of their boudoir aroused him.

Nor, could he pretend that he wasn't stimualted by extension of imagining how fast her sexual vocabulary was growing, all influenced by the love she felt for him. He could see just how much she adored him, looking into those milky brown eyes of hers. He couldn't wait to grab, and tease, and fuck her lovely little body on their wedding night. He was going to fuck her living daylights out, so he hoped she was amply prepared! Maybe he should really warn her. Sit her down and explain the difference between sex and fucking. She might be a grown woman, but she was innocent and naive, and he didn't really think she knew!

If she looked at him like he was a hero now, he could only just imagine how she'd be looking at him on their honeymoon. And, he wanted to be her hero, and be the man she needed to teach her what it was like to be a grown, beautiful woman, and crave to be fucked raunchily by her loving husband.

His hand slid up those short denim shorts she was wearing. Have mercy her long, shapely caramel legs were so sexy.

Being close to her was like a drug, and he scarcely knew how to control himself.

"Leif....baby, stop, somebody might see," she whispered hoarsely.

"What...umm...who's gonna see. Keep that guitar in your lap like it's supposed to be while I teach you your lesson," he murmured huskily in her ear.

"Baby....I don't know about this...we're on the porch, what if someone comes out here because they want us or something," whispered Lynne.

"Well, I guess you better keep those big, pretty brown eyes opened and looking at the screen door to make sure no one is coming," he murmured firmly.

Lynne leaned her head back and chuckled with the sweetest of all laughter.

His hand tracing further, and further up her thigh.

"Baby, please, stop, we shouldn't, somebody might see," whispered Lynne, but her resolve was lowering.

"And, and you don't mean that...your body language is saying it all Lynne, you've started opening your legs more, and you don't even realize it," he purred huskily.

Now she was blushing.

"I can't help it if you turn me on, but....but I think we should go back to that cottage, then we can really get something started," she whispered softly.

"I think you're scared, but I think you like doing naughty things when there is a danger of getting caught. That's what I think. Never seen you as wet as you were, with the jam in the woodshed. Never seen you as wet as you were, making love in the pickup truck. You were so excited Lynney. Tell me that you don't enjoy it, don't enjoy some risk with your pleasure," he murmured between steamy, wet kisses to her ear.

Her breathing was shallow, and she reached behind the body of the guitar, her hands trembling, and popped open the button on her Levi shorts.

Leif let out a happy, husky chuckle.

"Maybe I do like it, a little, if, it seems like I might get caught...like this morning, or in the truck," she panted softly.

He gently traced his hand over her navel, hooked his thumb in the waistband of her panties, and gently wriggled the crotch back and forth over her pussy. He literally heard her breath catch in her throat. The sensation excited her so much she forgot to breathe.

He sucked her pouty full lips, then chuckled into her mouth as she began to sigh and apparently remembered to breathe again.

She let out an enthusiastic whimper, which he silenced by sucking on her ripe upper and lower lip, one at a time.

"Quiet, don't make a sound, or someone might come creeping onto the porch thinking that something is the matter," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Now, thinking about how naughty it was, knowing they were sitting on the porch, a stone's throw away from the living room where everyone was gathered, and he was about to rub and tease her juicy pussy excited him so much his cock strained against her juicy little ass!

He loved exploring with her. It brought excitement back into his life, and everything felt shiny, and new again. He felt like a teenager again, because he was experiencing sweet, sensual things anew through her eyes. He knew Lynne had probably never made out on her parents couch as a teenager before. They probably would have killed her. Everything before, her sexuality, had been fraught with secrecy, shame and fear, even with her ex, and that was probably why the sex had been so horrible and painful for her.

He wanted her to experience what it felt to make out, like normal young people did, as he did when he was much younger. How good those feelings felt! The naughty pleasure, the danger of getting caught, and how much more exciting it could make things. He only wish he'd saved those couch groping sessions for Lynne. But he hadn't, so he wanted to share that type of intimacy with her now. He wanted her to feel no more shame or fear about being a sexual person.

He knew she was aroused by doing kinky things in public. If she liked messing around in public, he felt like it was his duty to help her learn about, enjoy, and explore this side of herself. His lap was so wet when they stopped for ice-cream yesterday, he'd had to wipe himself off with several napkins. And, he hadn't wanted to wipe off her sweet juices, but he couldn't go in those bookstores and cute little shops with a lap full of her juicy wetness, it would be too obvious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be loud," she whispered softly.

He kissed around her ear and moved the guitar around so that it would not interfere with the caresses he was about to deliver, but obscured his hands so no one else would be able to see.

"That's okay baby, I know you're learning. My favorite thing is to teach you something new, I don't get impatient with my sweet little Lynney," he panted softly in her ear.

When he whispered that to her, the last piece, about not getting impatient, she looked at him with such adoration, it nearly choked him up inside, even in the middle of getting frisky with her. His tenderness fed her soul. He could see it. So plain in her pretty brown eyes. Even in the middle of being sexual with her, he could nourish her with love. Powerful!

She had on this cute, tight, white cartoon t-shirt, and he could see how her nipples strained against the shirt now. His Lynne was aroused and she needed him. It left him feeling powerful and manly.

"Please....please don't tease if you're gonna...go ahead and rub my pussy baby, don't tease me so bad, I can't take it," she whispered like her throat was parched.

But he didn't listen at all. He toyed with her belly button, then her inner thighs. Teasing made it better for her.

He slowly masturbated her pussy with her panty crotch dragging it back and forth, back and forth over her pussy by the legs of one of her underwear.

A tear formed in one of her eyes, which were trained to the doorway, watching for any visitors to the porch.

She stiffened her legs and she rocked upward into the sensation.

He gently brushed the nape of her neck with his hand.

"God, please, I love you so much Leif, don't leave me to ache like this," she whispered frantically.

"I love when you need me baby, makes me feel like a real man," he whispered, nuzzling the nape of her neck.

"You are a real man, the realest one I know," she murmured softly.

He pushed his thumb gently against her nipple through her t-shirt.

Lynne reached behind the guitar body and forcefully clutched his hand. She curled his finger in a come hither motion, and adjusted his hand so that it was cupping her pussy, and spread her legs behind the neck of his guitar.

He chuckled softly with delight under his breath at Lynne's boldness for pleasure.

Her pussy was so hot against his palm that he groaned at the sensation, before giving her womanhood a luscious, firm, squeeze. Her pussy was so wet, and the wetness tickled his palm.

The sensation was juicy and luscious and he wanted to bend her over the guitar and fuck her until they both ached with pleasure! But he couldn't do that out there, and she wasn't ready for fucking yet, so he used his fingers to imagine what he wanted to do with his dick inside her very soon.

He curled his finger inside of Lynne's panties, penetrating her pussy gently with his middle finger in a come hither motion.

Lynne started to pant softly, and spread her legs wide, pushed on his knuckle to bring his finger deeper inside her pussy.

He loved the feeling of her hot, tight, juicy innards around his fingers.

He bit her ear passionately, imagining those sweet folds, and the way they felt gripping his dick in the woodshed earlier. Damn he loved her, and the sweet, feminine smell of her arousal that drifted upwards under his nose as he started to please her.

He made sure his palm gently tickled and rubbed her aching clitoris, while he pushed up against that sweet g-spot inside her with the pad of his middle finger.

Lynne was too damn adorable holding and squeezing the neck and body of the guitar, covering up his hand masturbating her, while wearing the sweetest little fuck face, her eyes fixated on that screen door, making sure no one approached.

Her sex face was so intense, if he hadn't known her so well, he would have thought he was hurting her. But her soft panting sighs, and the way her breath escaped as she struggled not to moan gave him clear evidence of her enjoyment.

Knowing that she needed to orgasm so badly he began using his fingers to give her wet pussy firm, luscious strokes inside, bringing his middle finger up over her g-spot, pressing, and rocking, and Lynne thrusted up and down up and down against the body of his new guitar.

Leif delighted, feeling that spongy little spot just swell and grow firm, and watching Lynne wrinkle her face in her adorable attempt to keep from moaning, keep from crying out in ecstasy, struggling not to give away the naughtiness they were getting up to on the porch, right under everyone's nose.

Then the tears sprang like a well spring, flooding down her cheeks, and she thrusted up and down rapidly in his lap, and he felt her pussy muscles clutching around his fingers passionately.

He loved how the pleasure moved her to tears emotionally. Such deep shit, he'd never thought he'd experience before, she was just made for him in every way.

Damn it, she came like a little rocket!

"I love it when you come for your man!" he whispered hotly nibbling her ear.

She was so aroused by being a little kinky, doing something a little nasty on his parent's porch. He gently dislodged his fingers, and murmured,

"Suck, all that sweet pussy cream you made, you loved it. Being bad in public. Leif's naughty little girl. Soon to be my naughty little wifey," huskily in her ear.

Lynne giggled delightedly. Then she whispered,

"You're just as naughty. Your idea anyway," she added grinning from ear to ear like an adorable Cheshire cat.

Leif started chuckling delightedly.

"Oh please, you loved this fucking idea missy, quite a lot," he whispered playfully.

"I did enjoy it. God, I can't believe how different my life is, and how grateful I am for you in my life. I hardly ever think about the old life, before I met you, but Leif, damn, my ex, it was always with the curtains pulled tight, in the bed, usually dark, and what was to follow was pretty painful. I always used to dream about anyplace else, anywhere, maybe a couch, or something, but he would made me feel so, so dirty, for even mentioning it, I said it once, never dared to ask again," said Lynne softly.

"Well, you don't have to feel confined anymore sweetness. Liking to do it anywhere isn't dirty, it's a sign of how much we love each other. It's erotic love. Like Eros. You know all that Greek god shit, History was your major. We can do whatever you want, where you want, but don't blame me if we get in trouble with the cops. It's gonna be your idea even if I'm the instigator, because I know what really turns you on now," he added with a chuckle.

Lynne giggled delightedly.

Then she greedily sucked his proffered fingers, while he murmured on and on about it being sweeter than any jam.

Then she wiped his fingers clean on her t-shirt, and she buttoned up her Levis and he grabbed his guitar from in her lap, and they stumbled over to the cottage, to put away his guitar, before reuniting with his folks in the living room.

It was adorable to Leif the way Lynne's cheeks burned with both embarrassment and delight, but he also wanted her to learn that she didn't need to compartmentalize herself anymore. Being a sexual creature was very normal, as was being a good daughter-in-law, and wife, and she didn't need to separate herself out into tiny pieces for anyone to love her anymore.