Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 46

But the truth was, most of these women were not asking the men what they wanted, and he never felt comfortable enough to speak the truth, that he liked a lot of hair down there, he loved all the natural things about Lynne, including those tiny moles near her nipples.

Just a few small, feminine moles near her nipples but they tantalized him!

Leif equated all the natural, scents, flavors, body hair, with beautiful, adult sexuality, without being tied down by conventional inhibitions. Learning to be uninhibited in his arms was one reason he had more fun sexing Lynne than he'd ever had with another person.

Still he knew most thought it was weird to have such a fetish for wild, thick, bushy ethnic hair down there, which was why he cherished the sweet bond and his upcoming marriage with Lynne. Were he not so in love with her, and close to her, he might not have spoken up so boldly about his preference for a mostly untamed bush, just trimmed around the edges. He probably would have been embarrassed by his fetish, letting her girlfriends wax it all away, and hoping that in time she'd forget about it, or the grooming would be too high maintenance and she'd let it all grow back.

But, the love they shared made him feel comfortable enough to be honest in his preferences with her, what he fantasized about, even admitting that he liked the idea of her letting her hair grow in places where most people thought it was unhygienic to keep hair. He thought these people were the ones who were screwed up, magazines regularly featured unnatural, hard looking bodies that didn't even look feminine with no hair. Nothing was sexier than seeing her curly little bush smeared with her juices, or his own saliva, or his come, or a mixture.

What she did about his preferences for hairiness, except for her bush, was up to her, but he didn't mind if she let her curlies grow out in all her areas, he relished the idea of kissing and licking her just the way god made her, she was perfect to him, and he didn't think God had made any mistakes making his Lynne that needed to be corrected with makeup, tweezers, waxing or any other shit on her body! She was sexy as hell as she was, and exotic, and rare. He relished the idea of her letting herself get a little hairy under her clothes in the winter time, a secret only they would know about how he loved the hairs.

But he had time to introduce Lynne to that idea, and sell her on that. A lifetime.

Damn it was beautiful to be able to share all that private shit he found arousing that used to embarrassing. Smelling her panties and feeling that wild little untamed bush under his loving fingers!

***

When Lynne returned to the room, she felt sexy and proud. There was just something about Leif's loving reassurance, that made her want to walk on the clouds, especially the way that her friends had made fun of her, and made her feel like a baby.

And she thought it was sexy as hell that they were getting so honest, true, and wild about their desires. If he liked a wild, hairy bush, just trimmed a little around the edges for the sake of her clothes, that's what she wanted to give her man. Maybe in time she'd let some of her other body hair grow out for him in the winter if he really wanted it. But only in the winter. She liked wearing cute shorts and tiny t-shirts in the summer time and was not about to let her sexy man let her look like some damn ape even with his tender fetish. She thought his private desire was very cute though.

The hippie in him was very primal, sexy, and sensual. She never met a man so in tune to nature and it was sexy as hell. Sometimes she really did feel like they were the only two people in the world, discovering love and sensuality the way nature intended for the very first time, and they were the only two people who knew how their romantic feelings, and sexual feelings felt. Like no one else had ever experienced these sensations. She knew that wasn't true, but what they shared was so tender and honest sometimes she felt that way.

Lynne got her facial, her pedicure, and her massage. When it was time for her waxing, she and Janelle went into the room together. She watched Janelle's procedure, and Janelle got waxed totally bald. It looked painful and Lynne found herself even more happy for Leif's hairy pussy fetish! She was lucky to have a man who wanted her just as she was.

Lynne only ended up with thin strips around her inner thighs, and the edges of her pussy in the shape of a wide triangle. No higher than the arrows Leif had painstakingly drawn on her pussy and inner thighs.

"Come on baby sister, don't be a chicken, it's much better if you just let them take it all off at once," chided Janelle.

"That's all I'm getting taken off. Leif heard you in the kitchen...He called me in. He loved my body just the way it is. He didn't want me to change it. He likes all those hairs, I guess he doesn't care if they wind up on his tongue," said Lynne shyly, blushing and giggling.

Lynne yipped loudly as the technician yanked off her wax strips. That shit hurt, but at least it was only on her inner thighs, and just the edges and not the majority of her tender pussy! She was more than willing to go through that waxing bald shit for Leif's pleasure, but if he didn't want it, why should she endure that painful waxing! She was glad he'd came clean!

"Damn. I'm sorry. We were only trying to help. We just want you all to have fun on your honeymoon, wanted you to feel beautiful and for Leif to enjoy you and feel happy," said Janelle.

"I know. I know you mean well. But he likes the hair down there. But I think he's embarrassed by that though, so don't say anything," said Lynne.

"Hell no, I wouldn't say a word to anyone, you know me better than that! If he likes the hair let the boy have the hair, we want him to enjoy you and for you to leave your honeymoon grinning from ear to ear. He loves you so much. He is just totally and completely smitten with you. Lynne, I gotta be honest, I enjoy getting to see your relationship blossom. I hope I find someone who cares for me the way he cares for you," said Janelle.

"You will. Janelle, you've always taken me under your wing and treated me like a big sister. Your heart is beautiful. Your prince will come. I hope it's Will," said Lynne smiling.

"I'm sure I will, and when I find them, I hope it's half as beautiful as what the two of you share. Hell I'll even take a quarter of what you two have. Loves you to pieces, loves the air you breathe, and doesn't want you to change a thing about yourself. That's that lasting shit where you see the couple together for sixty years, and one dies, and the other dies five minutes later of a broken heart. That's going to be you and Leif," said Janelle.

Even in jesting, Lynne ached thinking about losing Leif at a very old age. She said a silent prayer to god that moment, that she went first so that she never had to face the pain of him leaving her side in death, even when they were wrinkly, and old, and surrounded by great grandchildren.

***

Leif cuddled up to Lynne like an adorable puppy. His head rested securely on one of her legs, right in the crease between her thigh and her sex. She gently ran her fingers through his long, sexy dreadlocks. Leif inhaled and he looked positively blissful. It took her a few minutes to realize he was huffing her pussy like errant teenagers huffed jars of glue.

She'd always wondered why he loved laying on her thigh so much around the house. There, with easy access to her pussy, and smelling it often in the bed that they shared, it wasn't quite so obvious what he was up to. But now, separated by necessity because he couldn't be near her without wanting to fuck her, his craving to be close to her, and sniff her scent made his smelling quite obvious.

She thought it was adorable he was having such pussy cravings!

"You can smell me as much as you want baby, but try not to be so obvious if someone comes in the living room," murmured Lynne tenderly. She bent down and kissed the crown of his dreadlocks.

He inhaled deeply again. He looked like he was in heaven.

"Yes baby, I swear," he murmured nuzzling his nose between her pussy and inner thigh.

"I miss smelling you as much as I miss being inside you," he whispered softly, inhaling contentedly.

"I miss the feel of your dick in my pussy too," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then he closed his eyes for a small cat nap as his head rested on her silky inner thigh, his nose strategically butted up to the crease where her shorts and underwear rested on her thigh, where Lynne surmised, all the good girly odors that he loved were sneaking from under the shorts.

Lynne was flipping through a bridal magazine. They'd attended to all of the details for the wedding, but there was one tiny thing she was still consulting the books about.

Bridal hairstyles. In truth she hadn't thought much about a hairstyle for herself, or for Leif, even, even his hairstyle was a consideration due to the length of his blonde, gorgeous braids. She bet he hadn't thought of it.

Lynne was grateful for her life with Leif, and she was delighted that there were times when she could give him doting affection as well, like now. He enjoyed resting on her knee and being caressed and allowed to sleep on her. It underscored to her the pleasure she received when she was allowed to cuddle up to him, snuggle, tickle and sleep on him. She also felt the utter emotional pleasure he must feel, caring for her. Caring for him felt lovely that same way. She even adjusted her shorts so he could get more of that good, girly smell that he loved, sneaking from under the leg of her demin shorts.

"Baby I love you so much," he murmured kissing her inner thigh and the crease near her pussy on her shorts. He lifted his head and made sure no one was around and gave her a discrete peck on her pussy through her jeans as Lynne jumped with pleasure and shock.

"Stop that boy, they are right around the corner in the kitchen!"

"Granny wants you to give me some babies, she'll be pleased," said Leif with a naughty chuckle, yelping as she pinched the back of his neck, chuckling, yawning, and then off to his cat nap again.

She petted his gorgeous braids and kissed the crown of his hair. Damn she loved him so much. She couldn't wait for their wedding day. As she continued flipping through the book, she came up on a spread of pictures with fathers walking their daughters down their aisle on their "special day".

She lost it. She wasn't crying for her boorish father. She was crying because his stupidity made things so logistically difficult that they'd gotten this far in the wedding planning and she hadn't even thought about who would walk her down the aisle. Didn't bother to picture it, and now she was this close to the wedding and didn't know who would be on the other side of her arm in the photograph. Why did he have to be so damn difficult, and why did being different have to hurt so much sometimes!

Before she could even stop it, the tears were dripping down and into his dreads.

And she tried to stop them. She always tried to stop them. She didn't want him to misread her utter disappointment that her father cared so little about their relationship to mean that she was unhappy for her choices or her marriage with Leif.

She furiously wiped them away, but he felt those tears, it was too late, and he sat up and looked at her poignantly.

"What's wrong with my baby girl huh? Something's the matter? Something got you upset?" said Leif.

And he left the maternal perch he'd rested on with her thigh and sat up right looking tenderly into her face and stroked her chin dimple.

Lynne didn't want to talk, she was afraid she'd really start crying and she quickly flipped the bridal magazine away from those offending pictures and shook her head back and forth.

"No, No, don't brush it aside, your man wants to know what's making you upset," he added.

He threw his arm around her and buried her into his armpit, his scent, and she was huffing like he was huffing her pussy scent seconds before.

"It's okay if something hurts, but a husband can't fix it if he doesn't know what's the matter. I don't want these feelings that you have bottled up inside you. That's what you used to do, keep all that shit inside and let it come pouring out on the stage...it was your outlet, and that's fine, but there are real people in your life that love and care about you now, and if you're crying like that, even in secret, and I catch you...well then, I have a right to know what's going on. No husband wants to see his wife hurting!" he added fiercely.

He got a little bit firm, and he shouted that last part.

But not at Lynne. She instinctively knew that his firmness was because he was upset with whatever was bothering her.

"Nothing...it's nothing," said Lynne sniffling.

She didn't want to bring him down with all that he was doing for her; all their family was doing for her with this wedding.

"It's not nothing, it has you crying silent tears. Into my lap right now little wifey, it's apparent you aren't learning your loving lessons good. You're gonna learn to tell me what hurts you inside, or I'll spank you until you tell me what is hurting your heart. All I want to do is love you, and you fight me all the time, keeping your pain hidden in your heart. Give me that book, something in there, something in there has you upset," confirmed Leif.

He flipped through the pages for about a minute, and he found the father daughter spread.

"Damn it. That's it right there. Hey baby, listen I'm sorry your rotten louse of a father is not going to be there, but please, please, please try to remember the family we are building, and don't let it spoil the day for you. I can't make up for his lousiness, but as a husband I will give you all the emotional pleasure he denied you, that I promise you. I think I'm already delivering. Don't cry princess, it'll be okay," he murmured reassuringly.

"It's...I'm not even really crying for him. Hell he was such an ass that last time, I don't even want him there..." she added softly.

"Then what is it then? You look at this spread, and you burst out crying! I hate that you hurt over this, but you don't need to hide it. It's okay if your father's aloofness and his outright meanness still stings. It'll probably always sting! You need some cuddle time with your man? Naked cuddle time? I'll take you back to the cottage and just snuggle with you naked. It'll be innocent, I remember our no fucking pledge. I know how comforted you feel when you feel our bare bodies touching. I think that'll make my sweet wifey to be feel better," said Leif tenderly.

"I don't think I'll last any better during naked cuddle time than you will, we will both ravage each other and that'll be it, about our no fucking till marriage commitment! But that wasn't why I was crying. I don't want my dad to be there anymore, he's more than shown me the ass that he truly is. It's just that, up to now I hadn't thought of any important part of any traditional wedding...who will give me away? Two days from the rehearsal dinner and I haven't figured it out," said Lynne.

"Ah, Lynney, I understand it now! Wanting daddy there, and wanting someone to give you away are two totally different things. Baby, there are so many people who are going to be at this wedding that love you, who will be fighting once they know that the chance to give you away is up for grabs. And you...you're not being a good little wifey. You keep it up and I'll turn you over my knee again. Isn't a wife supposed to tell her husband the things that hurt her and make her upset?" asked Leif.

"Well yes but I..."

"But nothing. Instead of crying, as soon as you felt that little prick in your heart that this was something that hurt, you should have shook my shoulder. You could have said Leif, I just thought of something, there's no one to give me away. And we could have had a productive discussion about it and came up with a solution together rather than you feeling sad and crying. And, if you still needed to cry, I could have held you right away," said Leif sweetly.

"I didn't want to bother you, you were napping...I didn't want to bother you with silly shit," Lynne protested.

"I'm insulted then. I'm not like the shitty men you knew before. My naps don't come before your grief. If this were something silly, like what tv show to watch next then I understand not wanting to awaken me. But feeling hurt because there is no one to walk you down the aisle and we didn't put any thought into until the last second, is a legitimate concern and source of frustration and worry. I'm gonna be your husband, and I live to make those pains, and disappointments, and fears go away. When you...when you shut me out, you are not letting me do one of the jobs that I take seriously as your husband. Don't take that job from me baby girl, I want to show you kindness, I want to be your strength and your support. But a man can't do that if he doesn't know what's hurting," he added dotingly.

Just more kindness and care. Security and love, and it seemed like her husband to be had an impossible to breach soft spot, and unyielding reserves of tenderness for her. Lynne just wasn't used to feeling so good, and where there had been glimmers of niggling pain before when she looked at the bridal spread, it was all being replaced by that warm fuzzy feeling, that feeling that she now recognized as her man's doting affection. She was the apple of his eye, and nothing she could do to fuck that up. If she was hurting, she should have awakened him. He wanted to hear about all her worries, no matter how big or small. There was none of that impatient shit, no snapping like she'd known the men in her life to do before. He wouldn't have bitten her head off if she'd shook his shoulder and told him what hurt right way! He was a blonde haired angel, delivering sweetness and light every time he was near her, only thing missing was some damn wings!

He cared for her so much! Hell they should be eloping somewhere, and then she wouldn't need anyone to give her away! He was the true nurturer in her life, and since he couldn't give her away to himself, it didn't make sense to have someone else do it...even though there were so many people she loved, and could select, they'd be just a stand in. He was her hero now.

In just six short months, he'd become her fierce lover, guider, protector, and confidant. In many ways she didn't miss her cold father at all, just the moments that made things awkward made the pain of her earlier life surface, like finding someone to give her away, or needing that extra boost of encouragement from Leif because she never had it before. But Leif never seemed to mind. Oddly enough he seemed to thrive on giving her the male love and care that she needed.

There were more tears on his shirt, and she was embarrassed at how much the water flew everywhere.

But he knew her so well by now, and he did not want her embarrassed at all. He loved to see her thriving in his love.

"Those are the good kind of tears. The happy ones, I'm happy too. Loving you, and caring for you, and being cared for by you makes your man happy too. And yes, I take caring for your feelings very, very seriously. That must feel good to that sweet heart of yours. And you are not a bother to me, my special girl," he added.

And she didn't even have to climb in his lap he was pulling her right up on his knees. Lord she felt so tingly in her pussy and stomach, she wanted her good fucking now, when he was kind and sweet to her, she just wanted to be obedient to his every wish and give her big strong husband what he wanted, and needed!

"Baby they might be in the kitchen, I don't want you to be embarrassed..." she murmured. It wasn't the sitting in his lap part she thought he might be embarrassed about, but all those forehead kisses and how he doted on her. And she was squirming on his lap, fighting her arousal as he felt doting kisses on her forehead, over and over again.