'Lore'

They had met at a petrol station late one night. She buying snacks, he pumping gas. He came storming into the store, cursing and she went out with an armful of potato chips and coke. Result … a crash with falling coke cans and loud expletives filling the tiny gas station.

They stood looking at each other silently. Her hands on hips that tilted to one side, tapping foot seductively; his hands on a can he had caught, stroking it lazily.

With wordless consent, she bought toothbrush and toothpaste. He spent two bucks in the men’s room.

They exchanged names in the car.

“Bear.”

“Cat.”

They said nothing more until they reached the motel.

And stood opposite each other in the dark cold room. None knew where to begin.

“Foreplay perhaps?”

Her question caught him off guard. “I beg your pardon?”

“We believe in foreplay.”

“We?” he asked puzzled. She walked over to him and slipped her arms around his waist.

“Oh. I did it again, didn’t I?” she said in a strange tone. He frowned. She explained. “I’ve had this dream for the pass few nights now.” He tilted his head slightly. “That I was this tribal woman with two children.”

“Two children? Tribal?”

“One son and one daughter. And, we believed in sex education.”

“Hmm…. Interesting tribe. Does it really exist?”

“We could start one that does….” She suggested with a crooked smile, as she continued her roaming hands, slowly pulling the robe sash.

“And you were the ….” He couldn’t concentrate on his words as she was slowly parting the robe, his breath started to come in pants.

“In my dream I was the wife of the ... very respected tribe chief.” She placed her hand inside the robe. “Very respectable chief’s wife.”

My foot, he dimly thought as his malfunctioning brain registered her silky leg sliding up his. “So, erm…” he stuttered, heated passion already starting to cloud his logic. “You also taught your erm … son?”

“Why, Bear…. Are you jealous?” she grinned wickedly, purring like her
namesake.

“Why should I be jealous of … a dream?” But he was. Damn all hell, he was. He hated the idea of a dream-son having French-kissing lessons from her. And the son would be tempted as hell to have an incestuous affair with her!

She lowered her face, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it up. His hard face demanded an answer from her and she couldn’t tease him like that. So jealous his expression that she was oddly charmed by it. It also reminded her of the husband she had been married to in the dream. That magnetic man had told her to leave their son to him and she had obeyed without question. Obeyed without question? That puzzled her a lot. Because all her life she had never felt obliged to obey a man.

Until the dream and until now.

“No, the fathers took care of the sons’ education, while mothers their daughters.” She said quietly.

He released the breath that he had unconsciously held and suddenly realized that he couldn’t envision this woman in anyone else’s arms but his.

“Shall I show you what I taught her?” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear, her tongue flickered out for a dainty lick.

He gulped, “Please.”

She gazed into his eyes for a moment, then lowered herself down his length. She stopped at his chest and gently touched his right nipple. The muscle beneath the robe leaped, smiling, she transferred her mouth to the other, giving it a butterfly kiss. He held his breath at the feathery touch, his nerves fired up. He felt her mouth vividly through the thin bathrobe, his member riding high on his stomach already. Her hands brushed against it, he nearly split himself. He felt her mouth continue tonguing the nipple and then travel higher up, now kissing its way in the middle, towards his neck. She leaned against him, hands tightening on his arms as she nuzzled his neck.

“You like?” she breathed. His reply a tightening of hands that suddenly appeared on her buttocks. He squeezed them and she playfully nipped at the jugular. He gasped.

“You taught your daughter to do that?” he asked, voice tight.

“No .... that was me.” She said as she tugged the soft skin between her teeth again.

With a growl, he gave in to his need.

He grabbed her into his arms and pulled her tumbling into the bed with him.
She felt on top of him and he turned her onto her back, pinning her into the mattress with his body. A deep purr sounded from her as he invaded her mouth ruthlessly and she welcomed the chance to reveal her pent-up passionate if not horny nature.

Sometime later near dawn, he suddenly popped this question to her.

“Is our daughter gonna be this good, too?” he wondered if she heard him.
But she did. “I’m gonna be her mother. What do you think?” she murmured sleepily.

A-plus plus plus, he thought smugly as he tightened his hold on her and fell asleep with her.

They woke later and made love again. Before falling asleep again, they talked briefly.

“My name’s Barry.”

“Mine’s Kathy.”

They both shifted a little. The same thing going through their heads.

Makes sense now.

Her mind: I think he won’t mind a cat or two in the house. I have Tiger, I have Trojan, I have…

His mind: I think she’ll love the cabin up in the Mountains. Blackie will love her.