Joey and Luna watched from the porch as Jonah’s truck drove out of the gate and turned to follow the two-lane blacktop back to the turnpike. As he turned out of the gate, he waved once, and he was gone, the sound of the old V8 slowly dying away. Luna turned to Joey and took his hand.
“Let’s go inside. Jonah was right; we do still have some things left to say. ”
Joey gratefully took her hand and let her lead him back indoors, to sit together on the couch. Joey grinned at her, and gestured for her to begin. The corners of her lips quirked up for a second, then her expression settled once again into an almost mask-like stillness, no hint of emotion or animation showing.
“Joey, even after all that happened, and everything Jonah said, I do love you, and I do believe you love me too, and I think we can make this work; like you say, Frank and Kat, and Robbie and Casey all managed it; we can too. There’s just one more thing I need to say…”
Joey looked at her quizzically, a half smile on his face, and that was when she slapped him so hard he actually saw stars.
“Don’t you ever lie to me again, ’bout nothin’, y’all hear me, Joe Anderson?” she gritted, her eyes flashing green fire, her accent once more that Southern drawl of her childhood, only now there was nothing warm, or laid-back, or languid about it; now her words were diamond-edged, clipped and terse. Joey said nothing, still too shocked to speak, but he could tell she was mad as hell; with good cause, he was honest enough to admit to himself, and, in his moment of self-examination, he agreed that he’d deserved that teeth-rattling slap; if that was all she wanted from him, then he’d gotten-off lightly for what he’d done; in truth, he’d expected a lot more, and worse.
Even in the extremity of her anger, her face flushed and her eyes slitted, all he could really focus on was just how stunning she was, and just how much he wanted her. Luna stared defiantly at him, her face set and expressionless, her eyes boring into his like emerald drill-bits.
“That was the first and only time I will ever raise my hand to you, Joseph Anderson, and that’s a promise. Whatever we do, everythin’ we do, it comes with a price. You hurt me, you lied to me, and you paid the price; I do forgive you, Joey Anderson, and I mean that with all my heart. Folks say ‘I will forgive, but I will never forget’ but that’s just the same as saying ‘I won’t ever forgive’, and I can’t do that, not to you, because you’re part of me now; I have forgiven you for lyin’ to me, and forgotten it ever happened, it’s gone, it never happened, and we go on from here.”
She took his hand and once more held his gaze with her drill-bit stare.
“Just you remember this, Joseph Anderson; from now on, we don’t hold nothin’ back, no matter how hurtful or scary, you understand? You tell me everythin’, you be honest with me, and I’ll be the same with, you got that?”
Joey nodded, almost trembling with relief as the tension drained out of him. His smile was tentative, and his heart leaped as she returned it, her sunny, placid self once more, and her eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Well don’t just sit there with your mouth hanging open, kiss me, you idjit!” she grinned, and suddenly she was in his arms, her lips glued to his as all his fears and apprehension melted away; she was back, she’d come back!
After what seemed like hours, Luna broke their kiss, her fingertips gently skittering across the red mark on his cheek. Joey looked in her eyes and she flushed guiltily.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to slap you so hard…” she murmured, but Joey just grinned as he worked his jaw.
“Wow, you got some right on you, girl!” he quipped, grinning widely as her flush deepened.
“Hey, it’s okay, baby, I’m joking, really!” he grinned, “I played football for ten years; I’ve been hit a lot harder, believe me!”
Luna looked unconvinced, but couldn’t help smiling back.
“Tell you what, Joey, why don’t I make it up to you with a tour of my home?” she smiled artlessly, Joey grinning back as once again she arched her eyebrow at him, exactly the same mannerism as all the women in his family; his sister, his aunt, his grandmother, and his two spitfire cousins; of course, now he knew why…
“Well, I dunno,” he hedged, “you might take the notion to attack me again, I mean, I’m feeling a little vulnerable right now…!”
Luna grinned and stood up, holding out her hand to him and leading him up the stairs.
“I thought we were having a tour?” he enquired innocently, but Luna just smiled slyly and pushed open the first door they came to on the landing.
“So here we have my bedroom; as you can see, it’s decorated in early American Tasteless, but I like it. Shall we go in?”
Joey needed no further encouragement, closing the door firmly behind him and clicking the lock.
“Just so we’re not disturbed…” he murmured, his jeans tightening at her sudden, inviting smile.
“So what shall we do next, Joey?” she asked innocently, and Joey grinned at the surprised squeak as he pulled her closer and clamped his hands on her taut little butt.
“I was thinking of maybe catching-up a little, what do you say, Miss Luna Hollister?”
Luna smiled as he pulled her a little closer to kiss her, and squeaked in surprise once more as he suddenly hoisted her up, carrying her as their lips met. Luna smiled against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Joey carried her over to the armchair and sat down with her on his lap, holding her against him with one arm around her waist. They kissed, gently at first, but with increasing heat, her hands on his face, holding him to her while his free hand caressed her waist, her thigh, before cupping her breast, gently rubbing and squeezing her erect nipple through the material of her top.
Luna moaned softly, her lips suddenly more intense on his, her fingers twining more deeply in his hair. She squirmed on his lap, pushing her breast harder against his cupping hand, until she couldn’t take it any more. Luna broke their kiss to gaze deeply into his eyes, and Joey read aright the need in her eyes, his hands tugging her tee out of her jeans and up over her head.
Luna, in turn, slid to her knees, kissing Joey as he dipped his head down while she fumbled open the fly of his jeans, before reaching inside and pulling his erect cock into the open. Joey groaned as she slowly squeezed him, and then gasped softly as her soft, warm lips slipped over the tip of his penis, the heat of her mouth exquisitely, agonizingly sweet as she slowly took him all the way into her mouth.
Luna sucked him, the tip of her tongue probing in the slitted head of his manhood, making him squirm and tremble in turn as her mouth pleasured him, and when she began undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans, he raised his hips so she could pull them down, along with his shorts, and resume sucking and squeezing him. Her hands were soft and warm, her fingers gentle and unbearably exciting as she slowly, teasingly massaged his sac, building his excitement to fever pitch.
When she looked up into his eyes, a new need made itself felt, and so he gently pushed her away from him, smiling at the question in her eyes. He raised her to her feet, kissing her deeply while his fingers fumbled with her jeans, finally pushing them down so she could kick them off. Now it was Luna’s turn to sit as Joey knelt between her thighs and gently kissed her soft stomach, making her squirm when he poked his tongue-tip into her navel before pulling down the front of her panties so he could kiss and lick the apex of her slit.
Luna writhed and gasped for breath, softly groaning her pleasure as his tongue skittered across her awakening clitoris, hunching herself against his lapping tongue and mobile lips as they teased and pleasured her, eating her like a rare and delicate sweet treat, something to be savoured and made to last as long as possible. As Joey bored-in, licking and tasting her deeper and deeper, she writhed and wriggled against his lapping, teasing, unbearably wonderful tongue and all the incredible things it was making happen inside her, until she couldn’t take any more. The hands that had held his head against her now pushed him away.
“No… no more, not like this…” she gasped, then moaned between tightly-clenched teeth as he kissed her one last time at the very apex of her slit, his tongue lightly brushing the place where all those wonderful sensations emanated and radiated through her entire body. Joey stood, and helped her to her feet, his hands and lips still touching caressing, kissing, making her jump and tremble with need. Her hands found him, and now she squeezed and fisted him, feeling him gasp and shudder as she worked him up all over again, taking him to that near fever-pitch he’d so skilfully taken her to.
“Well, I reckon you’all ’bout ready now, young Sir!” she drawled, “How ’bout you come over there with me and show me some of that West-Coast loving I been hearin’ so much ’bout!”
Joey grinned as she played-up her Southern accent once more, while at the same time tugging off his sports shirt and kicking his jeans away.
“D’you have any idea how hot I get when you do that?” he grinned, holding her closer and squeezing her ass before kissing her. Luna giggled and ground against him, making him groan softly.
“Why I’m sure I have no idea what you mean, Mister Anderson, the very idea!” she drawled at him, her eyes brimming with glee and her lips twitching as she tried to keep a straight face.
“How ’bout this then?” he murmured, holding her even closer, and dipping down to gently bite her stiffly protruding nipple. It was her turn to gasp and murmur now, feeling his stiff, solid erection pressing against her swelling labia even as he sucked and teased her throbbing nipples.