The Weekend Pt. 01

She came with a muted cry as I pushed two fingers into the hot wet warmth of her cunt. She came again moments later as I caressed her G-spot, this time with a loud cry. Her legs tightened around my head and I nibbled at her clit a she writhed under me.

"Oh holy fuck, what are you doing to me, I love you so much."

I looked up at her flushed face as she rose to her elbows and peered down her body at me.

"I love the sweet taste of you," I told her, "But now I just want to bury myself deep inside you."

"Please," she said, "fuck me, show me how much you love me." She held her arms out to me inviting me to cover her body with mine.

I knelt up and pulled my shorts off and tossed them over my shoulder. My rampant cock was as hard as I'd ever seen, and moments later all seven inches drove into her willing passage.

I groaned as I slid into her tight wet cunt. The walls fluttered as they stretched to accommodate me.

"Oh fuck yessss," Karen gasped as I pressed down on her. Her legs arms and legs wrapped around me holding me in place.

She felt so wonderful and I wanted to watch her face as she lost herself to the waves of pleasure that ran across her features when with slow deliberate movements I thrust in and out of her. She met my thrusts, pushing up against me each time. Her mouth was open as she gasped each time the head of my cock ran across her G-spot. We moved to the rhythm of the waves lapping at golden sand. Both of us reaching our climaxes at the same time. Karen crying out incoherently, and I groaned as I came, cum pulsing out to coat her willing vessel.

We lay in the dappled shade it the coconut pales that fringed the sand. It was an afternoon of new delights. I can't remember how many times we made love, on the towels or in the sea by the time the sun dipped below the horizon.

Finally, we dressed and rode the couple of miles back to the villa in the falling twilight. As we rode Karen's arms were wrapped tightly around me and I could hear her murmuring in my ear.

"I love you; you make me feel complete."

They were my sentiments as well and I decided that tonight was the night I would ask her the question.

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Through the pain, nausea and the constant throbbing in my head, I heard a jeep coming down the track to the beach. Then voices and finally the sound of the jeep faded into the distance as it drove back up the track. I prized a gummy eye open and winced at the bright afternoon light. Karen stood at the top of the beach beside my scooter that lay on its side. Her hand shaded her eyes as she searched for me.

Karen saw me sitting in the shade of a coconut palm and I watched through bloodshot eyes as she walked over to me. She gave a little moan of horror as she saw the state of me and the empty bottles that lay scattered around me. She knelt down on the sand beside me, holding her hands out to me. Her eyes were red from crying and were full of fresh tears. She could barely look at me.

"I'm so sorry," she said, barely above a whisper. "What did I do to you? I didn't handle that well. You surprised me."

"No, you handled it just fucking perfectly," I said through gritted teeth. "You told me everything I needed to know."

"Neil, please love, don't hide away from me, talk to me. I love you. I've never loved anyone like you."

I gave a small ironic laugh and buried my head in my hands as the pain skewered my brain. I had to breathe deeply, swallowing to stop myself throwing up. Seeing her in front of me brought my reality crashing down on me again. I didn't think I could feel any worse but I was wrong. All my fears over the years that our relationship was a dream I would wake up from looked like they were justified. I wasn't good enough for her and she'd finally realised it. She was still talking and I had to concentrate to understand her words.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I only wanted to talk about it first."

I lifted my head to look at her with despair tinged with a bit of anger written across my face. "Talk? All I wanted was the the answer to one very simple question. Either you wanted to marry me or you didn't. You didn't say yes. I understand. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends."

"Embarrassed me? Neil, you could never embarrass me. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Yah right!" I shook my head and groaned as the pain stabbed from the back of my head to my eyes. "Shit," I groaned, "What do you want, Karen? Can't you see Id like to wallow in my misery alone."

"I want, I need you to talk to me, please, and we've always been able to. We can talk about anything. It's one of the things that's so great about being with you. I love you Neil with all my heart, but I'm just not sure if I'm ready to get married. Please, please can't we go back to the villa and talk?"

"Why," I asked, "We're hardly going to be disturbed here." I gestured around us at the deserted beach.

"Please, Neil," she begged, "Come back to the villa, you need to eat something and get cleaned up. You smell like a brewery."

I stood up and swayed and then I had to hang on to the trunk of the palm tree as I lost the battle with my nausea and emptied the contents of my stomach over the sand. She held my arm and I shrugged her off. I wiped my face and turned to walk back to my scooter.

I looked back over my shoulder and said despairingly, "Karen, I know when I'm not wanted; frankly I'm surprised it's taken you so long to get tired of me. I'm going to get my bags and go back to Bangkok. I'll get a flight home. You enjoy your holiday." She staggered back from me at the sound of utter despair in my voice.

"Please no; you can't leave me." We both stood there crying and she pulled me back into the shade of the palm trees and we sat down again crying.

"Why didn't you say yes?" I finally asked, once we were both cried out, sitting there silently.

"I don't know. I've been waiting months for you to ask me. But when you did, I panicked, and all of a sudden I was petrified."

She gently caressed my matted hair. "For a few moments I completely lost the whole direction our relationship had been moving. Dad hinted that you were going to ask me whilst we were away, and I couldn't wait. Suddenly there you are kneeling at my feet holding out a ring. I froze, I swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. A montage flashed in front of my eyes of me married, tied down with children, my freedom lost."

She whispered, "Look at me Neil, I'm twenty one, I've done so little with my life. But I've got all these ideas, dreams, things I want to do."

I reached out and tucked a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. "I've dreams as well, I've a list as long as my arm of things I want to do someday. But the difference is I wanted to do them with you. I can't picture doing them without you with me ... but now I'll try."

Karen looked pitiful and she curled up looking out across the sea, her head on my lap. "I've been such an idiot," she whispered. "I've spoilt the most important moment of my life. I love you so much. I've been hoping for a life with you, to grow old and wrinkled with you. I want to have your babies."

She sat up and looked at me and said with a tremor of fear in her voice, "But I'm afraid. What if there's something I want to do, and you don't want to? Do I just give it up? Will I regret getting married before I'd done more with my life?"

"I can't answer those questions. But I think the fact that you need to ask them tells me you aren't ready."

She shook her head, "That not true, I'm just panicking, and I am ready. I know I'm ready."

I stood up and began walking to the fallen scooter, Christ, I'd left the keys in it. I was lucky that it hadn't been stolen.

She caught me as I reached the scooter and almost knocked me down, throwing her arms around my waist and clinging to me. "Neil, I'm begging you. Please don't do it. I love you so much it hurts. Yes, I'll marry you, and I'll do whatever it takes so you don't leave me."

I froze, indecision racked my very soul, and there was no doubt in my mind that I loved her. Loved her with every fibre of my body. I wrapped my arms around her. I so wanted to say yes, but how could I do that to her now.

"And if I agreed, how soon would it be before you hate me?" I asked. "It wouldn't be fair or kind if we got married now. I understand the situation more clearly now. I love you with every fibre in my body but it would destroy me if you grew to hate me. But I agree we need to talk." I sighed, "Let's go, Karen."

She sobbed all the way back to the villa, the back of my tee-shirt growing wet with her tears. Somehow the alcoholic haze I'd been in before I barfed had disappeared so at least I could drive safely.

She held my hand desperately as we walked into the villa. She followed me into our room and then the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and watched intently as I undressed and stood under the shower letting the cool water stream over me. The next thing I knew she was standing beside me fully clothed, and we held each other. We both cried, my tears streaming down my face mixing with the shower water. She let it all out, sobbing. I hugged her to me and stripped her sopping shorts and top off her, and finally her panties. I wrapped a bath towel round her, and we lay down on our bed.

I knew she was racked with doubts, and I wondered if there was one underlying fear that was triggering the situation, and I thought I knew what it was.

I sat up as well and took her hands in mine. We both sat cross legged, and I asked her, "Karen I know you're scared, I'm trying to understand, is it the sex, or rather your lack of previous partners?"

She was quiet for a long while. The towel had slipped to her waist and I counted her breaths, watching as her breasts rose and fell. Finally she spoke, "I'm not sure, possibly. It's a part of it I guess. I think I'm jealous that you've done so much more. You were my first real lover, the couple of men I knew before you were fumbling children in comparison. I hadn't realised how great sex could be until I met you. You make my body sing at your barest touch, and you were so patient with me."

She gave me a crooked smile, "Even when I hurt you." And we both recalled the time I had to sleep with ice packs on my groin because of her over enthusiastic blow job. "You taught me so well my love." She leant in and briefly kissed my lips.

There was a sense that wasn't all, "But..."

"But because you taught me so well, there are times I get jealous. I look at you and wonder, how many women did you have before me? How did you learn to be so amazing? I lie there beside you after the most mind blowing sex and I wonder, will I always be enough for you? Will you get tired of me?"

I shook my head.

"And sometimes what's even worse, I wonder, will there come a day that I feel I that I've missed out? Will I succumb to temptation someday?"

What was she saying, I thought that we were meant for each other. "Temptation?" I asked a tremble in my voice. "Aren't I enough for you? Don't I satisfy you?" And then a worse thought struck me, "Is there someone else?"

"Nooooo, believe me when I tell you that you are the only man in my life, there will never be another man. You are wonderful in bed. You leave me a quivering heap each time we make love."

She reached out to me and I pulled her into my lap and she sighed as my arms wrapped around her. She whispered, "I had no idea love with a man could be like it is with you."

"And yet it's still not enough?" I said softly.

"That's not it, Neil. I swear." She paused get her thoughts straight.

"You know I get men hitting on me all the time, I can't help it. You've seen it, even yesterday in the bar, remember that pushy Australian. And yet I have no interest in them, none at all. But just occasionally late at night, I wonder what it would be like with someone else. Don't you ever look at a woman and wonder what it would be like with her?"

"I'm a man, of course I have on occasions. It's built in to every red-blooded male's psyche. But I don't act on it. Why would I when I have you?"

"But just suppose, that one day it's different, Neil? And you do succumb to another woman's attention."

Again I shook my head. "It would never happen," I told her.

"Neil, I promised myself that I would only get married once and it would be for the rest of my life. It would be the end of my world if you were to cheat on me. I take the words of the marriage vows seriously, and I need to know that you do too."

"There is one thing I can promise you, I'll never cheat, Karen. I hate cheating. I know what it's like to be cheated on. Before I met you, I had a bad experience, but you know that. I hurt so much when I found out that I swore I'd never put anyone I loved through that."

"Thank you," she whispered, "but I'm so scared I might I cheat on you. If I'm wondering about it now, when everything so perfect, what might happen in five, ten or even fifteen years' time?"

We kept talking about all of her concerns as the sun went down until we both collapsed in exhaustion and fell asleep. But for me it was a fitful sleep, we hadn't resolved the big question, and I was scared to ask her again.

I woke to the sounds of the rest of our group returning from their night out. I stretched my arm out and felt an empty space. I could see that I was alone on the bed. Getting up I padded silently into the main room. As I passed the first bedroom I could hear the soft love murmurings from Sam and Georgie. From the veranda I heard muted voices, and I couldn't help myself; I crept over and listened in to the conversation.

It took me a moment to work out who was there, Karen of course, and I could hear Cindy, so I guessed that Jill was there as well although I hadn't heard her. I'd heard the others in their rooms so I knew they weren't there.

"I think I've completely screwed it up," Karen said in a voice that was suffused with tears.

Cindy said, "I still don't understand why you didn't say yes. You love him and we all know he loves you."

"I was going to, but then I looked around the bar at all those people enjoying themselves and all my hidden insecurities came surging up out of the hidden recesses of my mind. And having you two there made me panic so I didn't say yes, just that we needed to talk."

Jill spoke, so she was there. "You are an idiot; Neil wears his heart on his sleeve for all to see. We love you and we know he's the best thing for you. Last month you couldn't wait for him to ask you, what changed?"

"Shit, I know," Cindy snapped. "It's that bitch Pauline, you know how she hates Neil. She's been working on your fears while you were staying with her, hasn't she?"

Crap, I knew we'd never really got on but I hadn't known that Pauline hated me.

"She kept asking me questions about what I wanted out of life. When I said Neil, she would laugh at me and ask me about the dreams we'd talked about in the past. She kept going on about it all the time I was there."

"She always was a manipulative bitch," Jill muttered.

"So when you found him did you say yes?"

"I did, I begged him to marry me, but I'm not sure that enough for him anymore."

"Why?"

"Because he said that he couldn't do that to me. I had to want to be his and only his for the rest of our lives. I told him he was the only man I'd ever fully loved but I admitted that I was scared that one day I might just wonder what it would be like with another lover ... I even worried about cheating on him. You know what he thinks about fidelity, he's not looked at another woman since he met me."

"Why did you say that?"

"Because I can't lie to him."

And do you want another lover?"

"God, no, but what happens if some time in the future I get curious and respond to a temptation. If I did it would destroy him; I couldn't do that to him."

She stopped talking as a wave of crying overcame her. My heart went out to her, and I was beginning to fear that we were going to end up as star-crossed lovers. Destined to love each other from afar. There was something at the back of my mind that refused to open up, I kept thinking it was the solution but for the love of everything I held dear I couldn't remember it.

I could hear Cindy and Jill consoling her then Karen said, "I need him so much, I don't care if he never asks me to marry him again. I'll live with him and take whatever scraps of love he offers me. In my heart I know I'm married and he's the only man for me. Now all I have to do is stop him flying back home and if that means screwing him into a coma then that's what I'm going to do."

I heard her getting up and I quickly scurried back to our room and feigned sleep when she slid naked into the bed and curled up behind me, hugging me to her.

"I love you so much," I heard her whisper, "Please don't leave me."

I rolled over and kissed her and she sobbed into my chest, "I'm so sorry, please, please don't leave me. Say you'll marry me."

"I can't, I love you too much to hold you to a promise that one day you might not be able to keep."

"Please," she sobbed.

"I promise you, we won't leave Thailand without making a decision. I love you too much, and you love me, but we'll talk tomorrow."

She rolled on top of me and her hand grasped my hard cock. With a cry she impaled herself on me and rode me to a shuddering orgasm. We made love a couple more times before we both collapsed and fell onto a deep, deep sleep.

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When I woke Karen was still dead to the world, I kissed her on her forehead to the world and left her asleep. I showered and then sat down on the veranda. I need to clear my head and decide what I wanted to do. After a while I wandered into town and stopped at a bar that was serving a wonderful spicy seafood omelette for breakfast.

As I waited for my food to be cooked, I thought about what I wanted to do. Well that was simple, I wanted Karen as my life partner. But I didn't want to trap her into a marriage where she would always be scared that one silly mistake would end it. I understood her fears, at least I thought I did. Our age difference although not vast, only six years in fact, meant that our experience of life and relationships was completely different.

Karen went from an exclusive all-girls grammar school in Cornwall, straight to university. I had gathered she'd never had a serious boyfriend until she met me. Oh, she wasn't a virgin, she'd told me about a couple of short affairs. But when I'd met her, she'd been a sexual novice and had been so cute and timid in bed with me. So I understood her revelation that she'd thought about what it would be like with other sexual partners. But I also knew that it would destroy me if I found out about an affair in the future.

I on the other hand, had in the words of that wonderful phrase 'sown my wild oats' in my youth. I'd had several long-term girlfriends though the eight years I'd been at university. Unfortunately the last of whom had spent the whole month when she was supposed to be on a field trip, in the arms of another man. As I'd been ready to ask her to marry me when she got back, her betrayal had turned me into a basket case for months. That had been a year before I'd met Karen and her words over the last days had opened wounds I thought were closed.

Karen was everything I'd ever hoped for to spend the rest of my life with, and the events of the past few days hadn't changed my opinion. If I asked her to marry me again I was sure she'd say yes this time. But would we both be wondering about the 'what if' scenario she'd talked about.

My breakfast arrived interrupting my musing. I sat eating and drinking a fresh mango juice and while I did the possible solution finally surfaced in my brain. It was all based on a corny story I'd read on line last year where a couple were in a similar situation to Karen and myself. In the story the guy had given his girlfriend a Monopoly 'get out of jail free' card. He had explained to her that it was valid for one time only and no questioned asked. She had accepted it but because she knew that she had the opportunity she never actually took him up on it. It sounded really corny but I thought that with a few adaptions it had the a potential to ease Karen's fears. Because deep down I was aware the issue wasn't that she wanted to cheat, it was the uncertainty that she might.