Better Left Unsaid

From the moment Lenny swept her into his arms at the airport, Laverne knew that all her doubts, all her fears about where they might be headed, were gone forever. She melted at his kiss, her flesh alive with goosebumps, and she didn't care who was watching or what they were thinking. All she cared about was Lenny - that he was there, and that he was hers.

She barely acknowledged poor Shirley and Squiggy at the airport, though as Lenny drove her back to his place it finally began to register that they were there not just to accompany Len, but because they were together. Maybe I misjudged Shirley after all, she mused. Or maybe, just maybe, Shirl had been sucked into her own trap. Perhaps in the midst of her own revenge scheme, she'd let down her guard long enough to really start to feel something for another man besides Carmine. Squiggy though...God, it was tough to imagine! Of course, Shirl's probably thinking the exact same thing about Len and me.

Laverne studied Lenny's face out of the corner of her eye. He glanced over at her and gave her a big, happy smile and she grinned, helpless against his open affection. She didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow, but she sure as hell knew what was going to happen tonight. And no amount of jet lag would stop it from being amazing.

Lenny tracked down a spot on the street and parked. He then ran around the car to open her door for her. "Such a gentleman," she complimented.

He grinned and ducked his head shyly. "I've been practicin'." He put an arm around her shoulders and led her into the apartment building. She liked that he did it without asking if it was okay first. She enjoyed it when he took charge...most of the time, at least.

When they got to his place, Laverne was startled to see how tidy it was. "What'd you do, hire a cleaning lady?"

Lenny nodded. "You betcha! I spent a day's pay on her, but it was worth it! She even got the Bosco stain off the ceiling." He pointed up.

Laverne followed his gesture, eyeing the ceiling. "Bosco? How did...wait, never mind. Some things I'm better off not knowing." She returned her gaze to his sparkling blue eyes. "You spent all that dough cleaning up for me?"

"Well, of course, Laverne," he said, rolling his eyes. "I mean, I ain't seen you in weeks and now you were not just comin' back, but you were comin' back to me. It's the least I could do, to make you feel at home."

Laverne snorted. "Have you seen my side of the bedroom? Looks more like you were expectin' Shirley." At his crestfallen expression, she quickly added, "Not that I don't appreciate the thought behind it."

"Yeah? Okay, good, 'cause I want you to be happy tonight." Lenny put his arms around her, drawing her close. "Real happy."

"Oh, Len." She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? Why?"

"For runnin' away. For doubting this - us. For makin' you feel bad."

"Oh, that." He squeezed her, and then tilted her face up to stare into her eyes. "I understand, Vernie. I came on too strong. I always do that. I either push too hard and fast, or I wait around too long for things to just happen." He sighed. "I guess I did both with you. Waited for years, then jumped right on you once you showed any interest. I'm such a clod!"

Laverne punched him gently in the stomach. "Hey, watch it! That's my boyfriend you're callin' a clod."

Lenny's face brightened. "Your boyfriend, huh? So is that what I am now?"

"I hope so, if you'll have me." Laverne kissed him lightly on the lips. "Why don't we say we call it even as far as all the stuff we did wrong before tonight? Let's just focus on where we are now and forget about how we got here."

Lenny thought it over and nodded. "Okay. I can do that." With that, he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her clear off the floor, and smothered her mouth with his.

She was going to enjoy this truce.

*

He carried her into the bedroom. She barely registered that the bed was pristinely made. He laid her on top of the spread and began fumbling with his zipper. Laverne sat up and caught his hands in her own. "Hey," she said softly. "Slow down."

Lenny groaned. "I'm doin' it again, ain't I?" He smacked himself on the side of the head. "Stop rushing, stupid! I'm sorry, I guess I'm just afraid you'll disappear...."

"Relax. I ain't goin' nowhere. What I meant is," and she shifted onto her knees and ran her fingertips over his fly. "You don't have to do it all. Let me help."

His eyes widened as he watched her slide his zipper down slowly, easily. She grasped his waistband and pulled his jeans down over his firm ass. Obediently, Lenny reclined and let her slide the pants down his legs and off, discarding them on the floor. Laverne then ran her hands back up his legs, slowly, only brushing the stiffening bulge between his thighs as her hands traveled up under his shirt. She ran her fingertips over his stomach to his chest, teasing his nipples for a few moments before tugging the shirt up. He raised his arms and pulled it the rest of the way off, then let it fall to one side.

"See?" Laverne murmured. "Slow and steady gets the job done." She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. "Now it's your turn."

Lenny gave her a knowing smile, then crawled behind her. He began caressing her hair, and then let his hands fall to her shoulders and rub the back of her neck. "Like this?" he whispered in her ear.

She sighed and sank back against him. "Oh, yeah. Just like that."

Lenny's hands kneaded her shoulders, then her back. As she relaxed further, he slid his hands under her blouse and stroked her skin, causing shivers to run up and down her spine. Finally he unfastened her bra and lifted both it and her blouse off with surprising deftness.

Laverne turned to face him. She stood up on the bed, right over him as he tucked his arms behind his head and watched. Rocking her hips back and forth, she kicked off her pumps and slid her skirt down. She watched his face flush with excitement as she unsnapped her garters and peeled off her stockings one leg at a time. As she reached for her panties, he sat up and said, "Allow me."

She nodded and continued to sway as he reached into her panties and playfully pinched her buttocks. Then he pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of one side, then used her other foot to kick the underwear across the room. He chuckled at that, and his enjoyment only excited her more. Sinking down, she sat astride his thighs, clasped his face between her hands, and kissed him, long and deep.

He returned her mouth's embrace, his tongue teasing and tangling with her own. Suddenly, he flipped her onto her back, only now she didn't mind his speed. She could see that his need was urgent and it matched her own, which was nearly overwhelming. He wanted her, now, and she was in total synch.

Lenny reached over to the bedstand and grabbed a condom. He tore the little package open with his teeth, then slid the rubber over his swollen cock. Laverne lent a hand, rolling it down over his member, giving it a few extra strokes for good measure. Lenny half-closed his eyes and moaned. "You're killin' me. You know how long it's been!"

"I'm right here," she said. "The waiting's over, Len. Come inside." She spread her legs and guided his hardness into her wet, aching pussy. As her flesh welcomed him, he groaned and probed her slowly, testing the waters before plunging into her depths.

It was her turn to moan as he began sliding up and down inside her, filling her completely. They locked hands against the pillow, locked eyes as he rhythmically thrust. No, it wasn't their first time together, but it may as well have been. The trust, the love, the certainty that she felt was nearly as overwhelming as her mounting physical pleasure. She was completely open to him for the first time and the difference that made in their lovemaking was palpable.

Laverne closed her eyes as the surges of pleasure increased. Their mouths locked again, and she ran the tips of her fingers up and down his back as his probing became faster, more urgent. He moaned into her mouth and she responded in kind, raising her hips to meet each thrust, until they were rocking together in concert. They became a single creature with one purpose - a release from the searing arousal that gripped them both.

She opened her eyes, wanting to see his face as he reached his peak. She could feel her own climax at hand, as her vaginal walls tensed around his rock solid member. He was ramming her with abandon and she was gasping, hoping that they were as synchronized as she thought....

Just then, she reached the summit. She felt as though she were teetering on the brink of a cliff for seconds...minutes...as she came. Then her pussy spasmed, releasing wave after wave of agonizing pleasure. She cried out, helpless in his arms as the orgasm rocked her body. Then she heard him gasp and felt a final, powerful thrust as he also came. As if through a haze, she saw his eyes roll back and saw his face tense and go slack as his juices pumped. She hoped the condom was strong enough, because judging by how long it took him to stop rocking against her and go limp, he'd released enough cum to impregnate half the neighborhood.

She lay beneath him, spent and winded, her arms wrapped around his motionless body. Finally, he pushed himself up, grabbing his discarded shirt and using it to slide off the condom and wipe his tip. "God, that was..." he began.

"...amazing," she finished. "Perfect. Completely wonderful."

"Yeah." He collapsed beside her, propping his chin in his palm as he rested on one elbow. "So, no regrets, right? I didn't go faster that you wanted?"

She shook her head. "Hell, no. You were exactly right. Everything you did tonight, every move...exactly right." She beamed at him. "It's like you knew just what I needed every step of the way."

"I did. I can't explain it...I just did." He used his free hand to wiggle his fingers in the air in front of her face. "Maybe I read your mind...ooo! Wooga-wooga!"

She chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. "I think we're just finally at the same place, you know? We want the same thing at the same time."

"Do we?" He suddenly turned serious. "'Cause I want more than this, you know. Not that there's anything wrong with this, but I want more. I need it, Vernie. I need you like I need my next breath. I love you."

She caressed his cheek. "I love you, too. And I want it all, Lenny. I want the dinners out, and the evening cuddlin' in front of the television, and the secrets shared, and the public displays of affection. Oh, the sex too, I definitely want that! I want to be your girl, in every way possible."

"All righty then. I guess we are on the same page." He wrapped her in his arms.

She rested her head against his chest, listening to his heart beating exactly in time with her own. "Yeah," she whispered. "I guess we finally are."

--The End--