Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain

Then suddenly David stopped. He smelled, licked and sucked his fingers that were just inside me, and sighed as if he were in heaven. I knew then that I would be going to heaven this very day. And hopefully, I would take him with me. Then he knelt in front of me, put his tongue on my clit, and did with his tongue what he had been doing with his fingers, and more. Oh, my God! With his tongue pointed and stiff, he gently flicked here and there, but always came back to my clit. And then he gave my clit quick little sucks. He sucked harder. And softer. And harder. Then softer. 

Torture. Heaven. Torture. Heaven.

I lost it. Never mind what I said. bad, bad words. Except that one I don’t say. But he didn’t stop. As I came down from the first orgasm, David pressed his tongue along the underside of my clit, leaving his lips covering the top. He moved his tongue in and out of my pussy. 

David stopped momentarily to comment, “Your hair down here matches that on your head rather perfectly. Pretty pussy.” 

“You like it? I trim occasionally. Why, I don’t know. It’s not like anybody ever takes a good look at it. Other than the gynecologist, of course. My mother made me start going a couple years ago.”

“Pretty pussy. Like it? I love it. And I bet you gave the doctor a hard-on.” He went back to muff diving.

“Oh God, David! That feels so good. Ahh. I’m going to…ahh…I’m…ahh…oh…oh shit! Oh, damn…I’m…ahh…oh my dear God in heaven. ” I did cum, wonderfully, again. And as quietly as I possibly could, no matter how many obscenities I wanted to shout. He held my clit between his lips until my quivering and spasms subsided.

I laid my head on David’s shoulder as we both wound down. He told me about his dreams and aspirations and I told him about mine. Then we began to play with each other again. Down there. Didn’t take him long to recuperate. Or me.

“David?”

“Yes, Sarah?”

“Why don’t we do it in the boat?”

“That sounds like a song, Sarah.”

“It is. I’ll write it. Why don’t we do it in the boat. I like the unknown melody already.”

“But in my book her first time is in the woods.”

“Yes, I know. Well, we could get out of the boat and go into the woods. But we don’t have a blanket. And besides, I don’t feel like being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Ouch! But I wouldn’t mind being eaten alive again by you.” I giggled. Oh, the smile on his face! 

“Okay, let’s do it in the boat, Sarah.”

“That’s what I said, David. Do you have condoms?”

“No. I…uh…didn’t think…uh…that…I…we…uh…”

“Well, you thought wrong, buster! But please don’t cum inside me. Pull out when you think it’s necessary. I think I’m rather safe this time of month, but I don’t have a great deal of experience in these matters. None, actually.”

“So you said, Sarah. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes! This is what I want. Bad! I want you, David. Inside me. Now! Take me to heaven, David.”

“We’ll start side by side. ‘Now and Zen.’ Just relax, Sarah, and let me get you in the proper position.”

He entered me slowly and carefully. “Ouch!” I screamed. “That hurt just a bit, David.” I could see a trickle of blood run from my vagina onto his leg. “I think you just busted my cherry, David. You know, ruptured my hymen.”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, Sarah.”

“No worries, David. Just one objective that had to be accomplished. Before you take me to heaven. I’m ready now my angel.”

“Whatever you say, my angel.”

This was great. I could kiss him and he could play with my nipples. But after a half hour I knew heaven wasn’t going to happen this way, either for me or him, and he could also tell.

“Okay, Sarah, time to take a trip to heaven. We’ll get you off real quick. Get on top.” I did. He adjusted my body a little. “Sarah, now lean forward, arch your back, and keep your pussy close to the base of my cock.” I did. “Rock, Sarah, rock.” I did. His pubic bone pressed up against my clit. 

The pleasure intensified each time I rocked back and forth. “Oh my God, David, this feels so good. So good. Ahh…so very good. I love your cock inside me. Ahh…ahh….ohh…” 

Heaven. He took me to heaven. Although I did most of the work. But then, it was his cock that made my pussy smile. This heaven was better than David’s book. Although he never described the sex. This heaven was better than I had ever hoped. 

I pulled up off him a few moments after I got off. He hadn’t cum yet. I covered him with my lips. I took him deep down my throat. I sucked. He went to heaven. When he got to heaven I swallowed as much as I could. And then I pulled him out. With the head of his cock on my tongue, I let him shoot into my mouth as I jerked every last drop out of him with my hand. Then I put him back in my mouth until he got soft.

David wiped the cum that was all over my face and dribbling from my chin with his shirt.

“I love you, David,” I whispered softly.

“I love you, Sarah.”

We cuddled and kissed for what seemed like an eternity.

* * *

After we returned the boat we decided to rent bicycles next. We headed for the back roads near the park. I pulled off and stopped to rest a bit after we had just gone over a steep hill. 

“David, let’s get a room for the night,” I suggested. “And you can take me to heaven again. And again.”

“Can you do that, Sarah? What about your parents?”

“I told them I was going to visit a girlfriend today who lives nearby. I’ll just call and say I’m staying overnight. Nothing unusual. They won’t even ask for her number. They’ll call on my cell phone if they want to reach me.” I giggled. “But I’ll power it off while I’m on my way to heaven. You know, take a message.” It had begun to drizzle. The sun had just set. What you could see of it. “We had better head back, David.”

“Yes, I think so, Sarah. You lead and I’ll follow. I’m not sure I remember exactly how to get back Do you know the way?”

“No problem. I’ve been on these roads before. Follow the leader! After all, you showed me the way.” I laughed gaily. “The way to heaven.”

When a car approached from behind I could see the lights. Several passed us on this rather deserted dirt road. 

I heard the screech and then the terrible sound of metal hitting metal.

When I stopped and turned around I saw David’s mangled bike and him lying in the middle of the road in a pool of blood. The car’s headlights shone on his body and the driver, an older woman, got out. I ran up.

“I never saw him,” she blurted. “He’s wearing dark clothes.” But there was a light and reflectors on the bike. She looked very old. And scared.

Immediately I called 911 on my cell phone. I bent down and cradled David’s head. The blood. The blood.

“I love you, Sarah,” he could barely whisper.

“I love you, David.” My blue eyes were crying in the rain. So were his. I wiped them away. But more came.

“Take me to heaven, Sarah.”

I kissed his lips. He sighed. I held him tightly. Then he closed his eyes and died.

* * *

“When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we’d never meet again. Love is like a dying ember and only memories remain. And through the ages I’ll remember blue eyes crying in the rain. Someday when we meet up yonder we’ll stroll hand and hand again. In the land that knows no parting, blue eyes crying in the rain.” The raindrops beat against my window long after the lightning and thunder drove me inside. I turned on the television. Shania Twain sang Willie Nelson’s, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” at his birthday party. I taped it and listened to the song over and over. I couldn’t even cry myself to sleep that night. I still listen to it to this day. The tears don’t stop.