The view from the helicopter was spectacular. Kayla was in awe. It was like heaven on earth being atop the impossible cliffs of the Na Pali like a bird soaring on the wind. And that feeling wasn’t really unique to this private tour, either, as the entire rest of Steve and Kayla’s days in Hawaii were nothing short of just that – absolute heaven on earth. It was one of the very best times in their entire lives. It probably didn’t beat 1979, and it couldn’t rival waking up at home in 2009, but it was truly special; they’d never felt closer in their entire marriage.
Their latest game of 20 Questions had been very brave and very theraputic. For the first time, really, they’d given themselves permission to share with each other their innermost insecurities about the things in their relationship that made them feel the most threatened and made them the most angry. The unchecked insecurity was a cancer that would have spread and consumed them if they’d let it. They chose not to let it, even though facing it was painful. Acknowledging their hurt, taking ownership of the fact that they’d inflicted pain, and forgiving each other and meaning it brought them a peace that they didn’t know they needed; and they did need it. The events were not forgotten, and the feelings were not simply erased. But ignoring it all was the cancer that grew within them that they had to get out of their souls. And they did.
Steve was really thrilled at the prospect of flying over the Na Pali with his wife. Their track record with small aircraft was, frankly, atrocious; more times than not they ended up in some kind of life-threatening situation. This trip over Kauai, however, had a far more positive outcome. They paid extra for a private tour with only themselves and no other tourists. Several waivers and releases later, they were in the air. The views were positively breathtaking. Majestic cliffs of the deepest, lushest greens were ribboned with browns and reds at the shoreline. Flying around to the other side revealed purple foliage amongst the deep green of the trees that sprung out of the rock faces. The cliffs rose out of the magnificent blue ocean in deep crags as if a giant in the sky had run a fork down its side like it was a cake. The Na Pali was this lush because it was known as “the wettest place on earth,” as evidenced by the gorgeous rainbows that began and ended in the beautiful oblivion this arial view afforded them. There were no roads there, as the cliffs droped straight down thousands of feet into the ocean. The only way to explore them was to hike once you arrived by water. Kayla was fascinated as she made out people on the beaches, as well as sailboats and catamarans on the water. They were like miniatures on the vast landscape. They would have loved to explore, but that was a different tour; this one was about the unique view from the air, just the two of them. And a pilot. Steve had been eager to make this item on their bucket list a reality since the moment he’d read it. The private tour ended up costing them only a little more than the regular tour would have cost them, guaranteed an unobstructed view and the awe of his wife (not to mention himself), and was, therefore, worth every penny. Which they probably weren’t going to miss before they jumped, anyway.
The helicopter came down but the two of them remained higher than kites. They took another snorkeling trip, swam in the ocean, and hiked through Princeville. They found the most beautiful rock cliffs and took in the genuine splendor that gave the Garden Island its name. Ultimately, Hawaii was about the water. They both loved being with each other in any body of water and made several visits to not just the ocean, but to all kinds of interesting pools and gulleys and waterfalls, one of which they tried to achieve their record-breaking bucket list item with. While sex behind this waterfall was fun and exciting, they didn’t come close to the seven times that day the record required. They also tried to make an ill-advised trip to Queen’s Bath, which on paper reminded them both of the hot spring they remembered so fondly from when they were on the run after Harper Deveraux’s shooting.
“Remind me why I didn’t make love to you there?” Steve said.
“Because that search helicopter flew over us,” Kayla replied in disappointed recollection.”
“What if it hadn’t?” he grinned evily.
“Then I do believe, Mr. Johnson, that our first time would have occurred while all of me was wet.”
If only they’d had the benefit of Trip Advisor in this pre-Internet age they would have known just how not like the hot springs this place was. The path was so steep and slippery, so hard to navigate that they stopped halfway there and turned back. The waiter at their obligatory luau that night told them that the locals do everything they can to stop tourists from trying to go there, as even if you make it, the waves crashing in on the deceptively calm tidal pool kill a handful of people every year.
The luau was fun, but Kayla couldn’t stand the food. In fact, a lot of food in Hawaii wasn’t her thing, and she primarily subsisted on the vast abundance of fruit and the occasional sandwich. Steve, however, ate his way through the Garden Island like the world was coming to an end.
Another stop they made was somewhere they thought would be special given their penchant for this kind of place, the Kilauea Lighthouse. When they got there a surreal sense came over them that they were literally witnesses to history. There was scaffolding surrounding the entire lighthouse, as it was in the middle of being restored so that it could become one of the major tourist attractions for the island (which it would a few short months later). As a result, it was closed to the public, but like the tail number on the plane they flew here, Steve got an itch to get inside the place and leave his mark for whenever he got home. There were workers there today, but their focus was on the grounds, so security for a down-on-its-luck lighthouse being what it was, there wasn’t a whole lot of security preventing them from strolling in. Steve called, “here kitty, kitty,” and Kayla laughed. This was a very small lighthouse, smaller than even Salem’s, and they were easily able to navigate the circular metal stairwell to the Guard Room just below the enormous Frensel light. The wall was lined with photos and decorative gears and wheels, and it was against one of those walls that they would have made love if the ranger had not walked in and called for the couple that had just snuck in to sneak the hell out. Oops. Luckily they were able to compose themselves very quickly and descend from the 3rd floor of the round, concrete building without giving away what they’d been doing. Kayla made an excuse that they just love lighthouses, and they headed back to the convertible like giggling teenagers.
There were some strange moments where they found themselves shopping or looking at mementos, then suddenly realizing there was no point. Like the wedding photos that were not going to make it for the long haul, there was no real reason to purchase anything to take with them. Then again, they acknowledged that this could be a longer jump, since it had already been weeks, so couldn’t they use the bright and colorful bath towel with “Hawaii” emblazoned on the front until they leapt away? In the end, they picked up some gifts for their family, the colorful towel, and didn’t waste time being sad about a truncated stay, because their goal was to go home and not stay here, anyway. They both knew, however, how easy it would be to become attached to this timeline, just as they had 1979. “We’re only visitors, Steve,” she told him as she straddled him in the hot tub late that night. “We could jump tomorrow.”
“I know, baby. I wanna go home as bad as you do,” he assured her. “While we’re here, though … I’m livin’.”
Kayla smiled seductively. “Yeah, you are.” And she was, too. Kayla lived every moment of this jump unapologetically and exactly as she wanted to, which included a lot of waiting for Steve to do naughty things to her when she wasn’t expecting it. He kept her on her toes, teasing her and making her think something was coming when it wasn’t. Other times he’d pounce when she wasn’t thinking about it, like in the elevator on the way up to their room earlier that day. They’d been teasing each other in the car, kissing, fondling, torturing one another with their words. When they got in the mid-afternoon empty elevator Steve was ramrod straight. Being reasonably sure cameras were a thing of the future here, Steve lifted Kayla up, pinned her against the wall and entered her fast. The elevators were slow, they were quick, and it was dangerous owing to the time of day; but they somehow got away with it. Kayla had asked if this was the do it in public bucket list item Steve kept promising, but he said no. She couldn’t believe it. It was like a game, and they were both enjoying the chase.
Now enjoying the powerful jets beating against their mildly aching muscles from all the activity this honeymoon was providing, sexual and otherwise, Steve held his wife facing him on his lap as the recessed lights lit up all of Kayla’s curves in a seductive glow that enhanced every part of her. The hot water was so very intoxicating, and the feel of Steve’s penis so hard against her belly was enough to get her ready to receive him. Kayla looked down into Steve’s hungry eye, and he saw that her hunger rivaled his own. Her hair was pinned up with loose strands framing her face as the steam rose from the water, dampening it. They stared at each other for the longest time. Kayla’s hands were clasped behind Steve’s neck while his reached around and undid the neck tie of Kayla’s bikini top. He pulled it down exposing her breasts while the back ties stayed secured. Kayla offered her already peaked nipples to him, and he took them one at a time into his mouth, lavishing each one with his tongue until he heard her soft mews. He kept his gaze locked onto hers while he suckled, the eye contact while he brought out this sexual pleasure erotic.
Kayla lowered her mouth onto steve’s neck and tasted his delicious skin. Then she whispered in his hear, “I want you to do things to me.”
Steve closed his eye and replied to her with a control he had to work at. “What things, baby? Tell me.”
“Put your finger inside me.”
Steve moved the hand that had been holding her ass so that it was now between them and did as he was told, making very sure to put pressure on her clitoris with his thumb. Kayla didn’t make a sound, but her smile told her husband just how good that felt. “You feel good, don’t you, baby?”
“Very good.” Her breaths were coming heavier now. “I … want more.”
“Tell me.”
“Suck my tits, Steve. I need you to suck them while you finger me.”
She lifted up slightly so Steve could have access with his hand but also with his mouth and immediately did what his wife wanted. Now she wasn’t quite so silent, and he reveled in that. He loved that he could make those sounds come out of her. They found each other’s lips, their kisses were deep and long, and they didn’t break for quite some time. Their tongues fought for control as Steve’s finger carefully brought his wife close to the edge, then backed away. Kayla did the same but giving extra attention to his balls, which had now tightened with need for the foreplay to be over.
Finally Steve circled his tongue around her areola and gave a final long and hard suck to her hard and rosy nipple. “Is there anything else you want, Kayla?” She took a very brief look around and saw that the area, which wasn’t exactly secluded, was certainly devoid of people and hidden enough by the late night hour and the fact that it was set back into a corner of the pool area. Satisfied that this was another item on their bucket list they were about to cross off, Kayla licked her lips with a surge of excitement. Steve removed his finger from his wife and grabbed his cock to tease it against her slit. “What do you want me to do with this, baby?
Kayla curled her fingers into the sides of his face, a habit she wouldn’t ever really be able to break whether he had a beard there or not, and said in the sexiest voice, “I want you to put it in me and show me how much you love me.”
Without hesitating, Steve shifted his wife slightly on his lap and positioned his tip so that he could enter her. Just before he did he slid a knuckle down her cheek. “I love you.”
Kayla leaned her cheek into it and closed her eyes. “I love you, too, Steve.”
Then he pushed himself inside of his wife as he used her hips to pull her down onto him. Their lovemaking in the hot tub was hot, indeed, and very sexy. But it was also so very tender. She wanted him to show her how much he loved her, and that’s exactly what he did. Every stroke of his penis within her came with what he felt in his heart for her.
Kayla took control and moved as fluidly over him as the water did over them both. She took her husband’s face in her hand as she placed wet kisses up his neck toward his ear where she whispered a constant string of love for him. The things she’d say to him when he was inside her were intoxicating and so very beautiful.
Suddenly, Kayla’s movements became much faster, and she held on to him much tighter. “Oh, Sweetness, is my baby ready to come?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, “Oh … ah … Seve, yes.”
“Tell me what to do,” he panted, as the stronger strokes had tightened his ballsac and made his climax begin at the base of his spine. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you!”
“Kiss me! I want you to kiss me while I come.”
“Baby!”
“I want to feel your mouth surround mine while you come inside me!”
Steve took her left breast in his right hand and rolled her nipple firmly in his fingers while he brought her mouth to his with his other by the back of her head. Their centers moved against each other with such intensity that the waves sloshed out onto the deck. They sucked at each other’s tongues while trying to keep their moans inside, but they couldn’t do it. Kayla moaned while Steve panted loudly. Their mouths captured most of the sounds, but Kayla’s whimpers carried gently on the breeze to a couple who smiled knowingly in the pool around the corner who were busy doing the very same thing. Finally Kayla stayed her motions, and Steve knew that in the next moment she was going to come apart.
Kayla’s orgasm bloomed from her belly, carrying warmth and pleasure to the rest of her body. “Oh, Steve,” she sighed softly into their kiss as she jerked on top of him. “Mm … Mm … Steve …” All at once, Steve felt his climax finally peak, too, and he held her tight as he poured himself into her. He grunted, broke this kiss briefly to let out a ragged breath against her neck, then brought his lips to her again to send one more jet of cum into her.
When they were done they made no move to change positions. Maybe the heat of the Jacuzzi was contributing to Kayla’s fatigue, but their lovemaking had brought her to a state of bonelessness that she could not come out of. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, but she suddenly had to simply close her eyes. She fell against him, her head resting on Steve’s shoulder.
“Baby, you ok?”
“Mmm,” she nodded against him. “So good. You love me so much.”
“You love me, too.” They both smiled at their words, and Steve stroked his wife’s bottom lovingly. “I love holding you against me like this, Sweetness.”
“I love the feel of you holding me,” she cooed.
“You sound so tired, do I need to carry you back to the room?”
“huh-uh,” she shook her head. “But can we stay in the hot tub another minute?”
Steve re-tied her bikini top and gave the top of each of her breasts a final kiss before he covered them up. She pulled up off of her husband’s shrinking shaft and re-arranged her bottoms, then Steve pulled his trunks back up over his rear. They both sank further down into the water and held hands with Kayla’s head on Steve’s shoulder for about ten more minutes before they knew they really should get out and get to bed.
Steve’s long hair was drying in sexy pieces back off his head, and Kayla smiled up at him. He was always the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Before they fell asleep, Kayla asked if they were at seven today, and Steve apologetically said not even close. “It was only three.”
The next day was their last in Hawaii, and they wouldn’t be coming anywhere near the seven times of making love required to break their record this day, either. They did, however, cross two more items off the list. Today Kayla was wearing an outfit that she and Steve bought at a boutique up the coast. Unlike most of the other outfits she was able to put together here, this one screamed ‘80’s, but she loved it. It was a white mini-skirt with a lot of fabric so that it bustled out just a bit. The slightly snug-fitting white blouse offset the billow of the skirt and had a very wide neckline that meant it couldn’t be worn with a bra. She emerged with her golden skin positively radiating against the white fabric, her long hair up at the sides with combs decorated with tiny shells, and white strappy sandals, and Steve decided they weren’t going anywhere for dinner after all.
“Oh no you don’t, I’m starving, you need to feed me.”
“I have something very creamy to feed you, Sweetness.”
“Steve, that doesn’t count.”
“Come on, baby, don’t do this to me, you’re too much, here, we haven’t had any sex all day, and now I have to have you.”
Kayla laughed, loving every single word that was coming out of Steve’s mouth. “huh-uh,” she protested with her palms splayed against her pursuing man’s chest. “Have to eat.”
“I have to eat, too. You.”
Kayla rubbed her legs together and gave him a floundering look that said in no uncertain terms, no fair. “Do not make me wet, I need these undies to get us through dinner, then I promise you can come back here and rip them off of me.” Kayla touched her fingers lightly to the anchor she wore around her neck, playing briefly at the sapphire charm.
“You’re killin’ me, baby, you’re killin’ me.”
“One thing first. I have something for you.” Steve raised his eyebrow in excitement. “Not that!” He lowered it again in mock disappointment. Kayla took something out of her pocket, her eyes becoming a bit more serious. She placed it in her husband’s palm with a gentle and loving smile on her face, then closed his fingers around it. He could feel that she’d given him a shell, but there was something more with it he couldn’t suss out.
“What’s this, baby?” he asked, his hand still closed.
She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “I thought you might want to wear your anchor around your neck, too.”
“What?” He opened his hand and saw that it wasn’t just a shell, it was her shell, the one Kayla had given him that represented her heart the night they’d cast out their shells. Only now it had a small hole drilled into it and had delicately and expertly been made into a pendant hanging off a beautiful, leather strap. “Kayla,” Steve said, his voice incredulous. “Oh, baby, this is beautiful.”
“You like it?”
Steve shook his head. “I love it. How did you do this?”
“There’s a local woman I heard about that makes really beautiful jewelry out of the cone shells here, and so I snuck this over to her today while we were out and about and asked her if she could make it into a necklace – a manly necklace,” she smiled.
Steve smiled back, appreciating the intent. “Well, it’s very manly, Sweetness. More importantly, It’s very you. It’s got you all over it, I won’t be able to help but feel your heart every time I wear it.”
“So … you’ll wear it, then?”
“Of course, I’m gonna wear it. Can you put it on me?”
Steve held up the back of his hair, and Kayla chuckled that this was usually her position, and she worked the silvery clasps that held the leather straps together. It hung perfectly just below his adams apple. Kayla smiled and kissed him as she ran her fingers over the cone shell. “I’m your anchor … and you’re mine.”
Steve ran a knuckle down her cheek. “Forever, Sweetness.”
The helicopter ride was by far the most expensive thing they’d done on their honeymoon to the tune of a few hundred dollars. They’d eaten very frugally, preferring local mom and pop places that were abundant on the island. It wasn’t very difficult, either, considering Kayla’s lack of enthusiasm for that much of the food. Tonight, however, she was ravenous, and being their last night, Steve wanted an upscale splurge at the one steakhouse in Princeville. Back at home, the equivalent of this place was Blondie’s; the difference was that this place was timeless, and Blondie’s was as 80’s as you could get. The menu was sparse, prime cuts of steak, seafood dishes, and a smattering of appetizers and desserts. Steve was glad to see Kayla so hungry, because he could swear she’d lost a few pounds.
“I just don’t like all the salty foods. I’ve been eating more fruit than you can shake a stick at.”
“Yeah, but baby, you need protein, too, don’t you think?” Kayla rolled her eyes at him, and Steve laughed. “Nah, seriously, baby, I wasn’t jokin’ there, I just want you to eat.”
“Steve. Did you see the huge breakfast I had this morning. I ate more than you did.” That was true.
“But you ate half a sandwich for lunch.”
“’Cause I was still stuffed from breakfast!” That was true, too. “Now I’ve ordered a big hunk of meat, so cut me some slack,” she said haughtily with her chin out.”
“Big hunk of meat, huh?”
“Mm-hmm, now back off, mister.”
But Steve didn’t back off. On the contrary, he did something that took Kayla by such surprise that she gasped. “Oh …” All Steve did was smile so very deceptively. And just like that, Kayla was drunk on the desire that instantly began to sweep over her.
Steve had mentioned to the hostess that they were on their honeymoon, so they were given one of the two-person booths that sat you side-by-side, rather than across from each other. Each table had a white linen tablecloth that hung halfway down, obscuring the legs of the people sitting there. And Steve knew the perfect opportunity to give Kayla a public sexual experience had come. What had made her gasp was when out of nowhere, Steve’s fingers slid beneath the fabric of her billowy miniskirt and had found her crotch. It was so quick, such an expertly fluid move. Kayla turned her head toward him and gave him a look so hot that Steve wasn’t sure he was going to be able to keep his erection in check. Then again, he was just as obscured by the table as she was. Before she knew what was happening, Steve had moved aside the barrier of her underwear, slipped his hand in through the elastic, and inserted his middle finger past her curls and into her vagina, which had just begun to coat itself with her arousal.
“What are you doing?” Kayla asked so quietly.
“I’m fingering you.” Steve replied just as quietly like he’d been asked the time.
Kayla didn’t move her head, she didn’t drop her gaze, and she didn’t make a sound. It might not have been peak season, but this restaurant was crowded, nearly every table was filled. It was a big place, and wait staff was running back and forth right in front of them. It could not be any more public than this.
“Are you nervous?” Kayla nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice dripped with sex, but he meant it when he asked.
“No,” she said in no uncertain terms.
“Good,” he replied with a slight raise to his eyebrow. He was as mesmerized by his actions as she was.
“Are you going to make me come?”
“Yeah, baby, I am. And I don’t want you to make a sound. You hear me?” Kayla nodded. “Not a peep.”
“Peep,” she whispered, then let her tongue dart out to moisten her bottom lip, which had gone dry. As a punishment for her veritable outburst, Steve added his thumb to stroke her clitoris as he circled his middle finger inside his wife’s heat. Now she let her breath catch in her throat.
“That’s the last sound you make. And I’m not going to make it easy on you. You feel my thumb here against your hot little clit, baby?” Kayla didn’t reply, but she nodded. “You feel my finger in that tight pussy of yours? I’m not taking it out until I feel you come.” Kayla’s expression was one of utter control. Her mouth hung open just slightly and her eyelids were at half mast, but she didn’t betray a thing her husband’s fingers were doing to her even as the pressure started to build with what his thumb was doing to her swelled sex.
“Here we go, sorry for the wait!” Their waitress had arrived with the two glasses of red wine they’d ordered. Steve felt Kayla’s vagina tense around his finger, but she didn’t make any outward movements to indicate what was happening beneath her skirt. She leaned forward and set her elbows on the table as she picked up her glass and raised it slightly toward Steve, then took a sip as she smiled at the waitress.
“Tha—uh—thank you,” Steve said, his motions on their side of the table slowed, but not stopped. Go now. Go. He picked up his glass with his free hand, clinked Kayla’s glass, and took a sip.
“You’re welcome. How is it?”
Oh bloody hell. “Great,” he repeated, “Good, baby?”
Kayla nodded and said, “So good.” Steve circled his thumb around her clit wetly, and she leaned forward with her wine in hand just a little more. “Very good.”
“I understand it’s your honeymoon, congratulations! The wine is on us, our Aloha to you. You picked a great one, sir. If you want another glass, just let me know.”
Go the f*ck away, he smiled. “Thanks, delicious.” Finally the waitress let them be, and they both put their glasses down. “I’m impressed, Sweetness. You didn’t react at all. Other than your pussy squeezing my finger.” Kayla blinked heavily at the sound of those words resonating on that deep velvet voice of his; all the while Steve was twirling his finger inside of her wet walls and stroking her clit.
The danger and unqualified naughtiness of this act brought Kayla to the edge far more quickly than Steve anticipated. She’d started rolling her hips into him so slightly that no one would notice unless they were staring right at her for a prolonged period of time to gather the so very subtle pattern in her movement.
“Kayla, you have to come soon. Don’t wait, the food will be here, soon, and I’ll have to take my finger out. I don’t want to do that until I feel you shake.”
He needn’t have worried, she was just about there. What his fingers were doing to her here in the middlie of this restaurant was unbelievable. Even with the barriers he had to pass to get to her naked crotch, and even with the people all around them and the slightly awkward angle his hand was in so that he could pleasure her this way, the sensations were divine and intense. She could feel the coil inside of her want to explode, the pressure readying the waves of pleasure like a breaker holding back the swell.
“Are you ready to come, baby?” She nodded, her eyes finally showing some of what was happening in her body. She’d so masterfully kept her expression neutral, but now it was too hard. His fingers felt too good. Her clitoris was too stimulated. And the expression on her face changed as she showed it. She wanted to cry out, moan, whimper, but Steve sensed this and shook his head. “Ah-ah, Sweetness. Not a word. Do you hear me, Kayla? Your face is so beautiful. But keep that mouth of yours closed and do not make a sound as you come for me.”
They looked like a most handsome couple enjoying one another’s company. Their gazes so locked on to each other, to the casual observer they were deep in private conversation. All while Steve increased the pressure on her clit and rubbed hard against her g-spot. Her liquid heat in his fingers forced his cock to strain uncomfortably against his linen pants that wouldn’t be able to hide anything if he stood up.
“God, you’re so wet. And suddenly just Kayla’s brow drew up into the needfully lustful look of orgasm, she huffed out a quiet breath, tensed as she gripped Steve’s thigh, and came hard, her vagina pulsating eagerly around her husband’s middle finger.
Steve watched her in astonishment. She came in silence as his fingers continued their delicious pressure until she finally reached her hand down into her lap and stopped his movements. When his hand was finally still, she blinked her eyes slowly, darted her tongue out to moisten her bottom lip again, and then whimpered ever so softly.
So hot, Steve mouthed.
Then Kayla leaned over and kissed him with lusty appreciation. She couldn’t help it, she had to have that contact. Steve removed his finger, and Kayla very subtly rearranged herself. Her heart was racing with the fact of what had just happened, the dull ache of recovery spreading thorugh her.
Kayla gaped at her husband. She knew it was coming sometime, she’d fantasized about what it might look like; but when it finally happened like this – so real and so very public – she almost couldn’t believe it. “What did you just do to me, Mr. Johnson?” she whispered.
With such reserve, he replied, “I just fingered your sweet little pussy, Mrs. Johnson, right under the nose of everyone in this restaurant. That’s what I just did.” Then he very non-chalantly stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked her cum off of it. Kayla dropped her jaw. “What did you just do?” he asked her in kind.
Kayla smiled and saw his reserve falter ever so slightly when her fingers came into contact with his ramrod straight erection beneath his trousers. “I just had the most amazing orgasm in public that my husband gave to me.”
“You’re so beautiful. You are amazing, Kayla.” Then he took a deep breath. “Another one off the bucket list.”
“Well, one of them. One more to go.” She took long sip of her wine, then another, followed by a deep, cleansing breath as Steve narrowed his eye at her.
“Sweetness, are you kidding me? It doesn’t get any more public.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “but what about you?” Kayla bodily leaned close into her husband and kissed him so sweetly while she reached into his lap to hold his ereciton in her hand through the fabric of his pants. “You’re hard as a rock,” she whispered. “What are we going to do about that?”
Steve smiled. “My Sweetness is a little devil.” They kissed sweetly again. Kayla felt the wetness between her legs and thought of how silently she was able to come. She wanted to do the same for her husband and would wait until the food had arrived to begin bringing him the same secret pleasure.
“Oh, you two are adorable!”
They were both so startled by the watiress’s outburst as she arrived with their food that they jumped, which casued her to jump in reaction to them, causing her to clumsily knock over Steve’s glass of wine with the edge of the plate she’d just set in front of him, which caused burgundy liquid to slosh all over the table, dripping significantly over the edge of it and onto Steve’s pants.
“Oh, shit!” Steve blurted, though the word got lost in the melee of “oh my God’s” and “I’m sorry’s” and the general physical chaos and clattering dishes that comes with avoiding the path of a spill. Steve and Kayla had broken apart like the parting of the red sea, pressing themselves up against their respective, rounded sides of the booth. Like some miracle, Kayla’s white outfit was completely unscathed by the wine, but Steve’s pants were in serious trouble.
“Oh my God, those are linen! I’m so sorry, sir, please forgive me, I’m so sorry!”
Two busboys and the manager descended upon them fast, and before they knew it, the table had been pulled straight out so that they could stand up out of the way of the spilled wine.
The eyes of all four of the employees focused directly on Steve’s crotch and went wide, as did the eyes of Kayla and the immediate world. Luckily, the thing that drew them wasn’t the erection that had been hiding there just moments ago; that had deflated almost immediately. It was the red stain that now travelled down from the side of his crotch and down the leg of his sandy-colored pants. Steve was using a napkin to hopelessly attend to it.
The waitress looked to the manager, and Steve glanced up just in time to see the this-meal-is-coming-out-of-your-paycheck look he’d shot her.
“Well, that’s ok, I didn’t like these pants, anyway. No one looks good in pleats.” Kayla let out a little guffaw, Steve grinned mildly, but the waitress didn’t know how to react. Clearly, she was about to cry.
“But … but those … they’ll stain.”
“We’ll take care of it, of course,” said the manager.
Why, so we can jump the day we get it back from the cleaners?
Kayla was thinking along the very same lines, because she’s the one who spoke next. “Oh, gosh, no, it was an accident, that’s ok. We go home tomorrow, anyway, I’m sure we’ll manage.”
“No, ma’am I must insist, we’ll take care of the cleaning bill.”
They had attracted much attention at this point, and Kayla felt bad that this girl was about to get her ass handed to her. She supposed that for a normal couple who wasn’t leaping through time and, therefore, had a much different perspective on things like stains that won’t come out of clothes, it made sense that they should be more upset than they were, but the fact was that this just wasn’t worth their energy to be angry about. It was a very existential kind of approach they had to their lives as they lived them in these jumps, but there truly wasn’t any point as far as they were concerned. They would jump, and this stain, like the rest of their lives here, would cease to exist.
“Maybe you can take the wine off the bill,” Steve said, but really, baby, don’t worry anything about these pants. I probably wouldn’t have gotten to wear ‘em, again, anyway.” Now Kayla saw that her husband had a sudden gleam in his eye, his white napkin still in his hand. “Sweetness, can you come help me with this stain?” he asked. “You’re really good with that kind of thing.” The tone of his voice made Kayla’s belly ache with renewed arousal.
“Oh yes! The restroom is right that way,” the waitress pointed toward the front of the restaurant where they came in.
“Ah, yes … I, ah … yes, let’s see if we can get that stain out.” With that they headed away from the throng at the table working to clean things up.
As if on automatic, Steve followed Kayla as she hastily made her way toward where the waitress had directed them. The corridor was long and narrow and included a door each to the men and women’s restrooms, which faced each other. There were also two recessed nooks facing each other beside each restroom; One was an area with two payphones, the sight of which they’d both gotten pleasantly used to on these jumps. The other was an empty coat room, every single hook and hanger empty. Why they’d build a coat room in a restaurant in the perpetually termperate Hawaii she didn’t know; maybe that’s why it only contained a stack of extra chairs and some linens. Before she knew what hit her Steve had pushed her inside this nook and pinned her to the back wall, much as he had in the lighthouse. This time, however, the stakes were so much higher. There was no door here. There was no switch to turn off the lights. It’s not like he’d taken her out there on top of their table, but if ever there was a public spot, this was it. He kissed her hungrily, and Kayla’s lips responded with their own hunger. She splayed her hands across this muscled chest and rubbed them down toward his waistband. Her tongue demanded entrance into her husband’s mouth, and he immediately welcomed it with his own.
“How’s that erection of yours?” she asked, her pulse racing.
“Rock hard again, Sweetness. It needs to bury itself inside you.”
“Someone might walk in,” Kayla said, unable to hide the apprehension from her voice.”
“Makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?” Kayla pulled up her skirt while Steve pulled her underwear down and off her. He balled them up and was about to shove them in his pocket when he caught sight of her bare crotch, her curls neatly trimmed to a slim V that he couldn’t look away from whenever he saw it. He turned to take a quick look behind him, then couldn’t help himself when he dropped to his knees and took a long lick forcefully up her wet slit. Kayla let out a whimpering gasp, and he did it one more time, sucking as much of her wetness into his mouth as he could. Then he stood up, her billowy skirt falling back into proper position. If anyone had come in right now, they would have looked like an ordinary couple doing nothing out of the ordinary. But that was about to change, so they hoped to God that no one came in.
Steve wiped his mouth with Kayla’s balled up underwear and then shoved them into that pocket of his. Then he watched as Kayla’s eyes became pools of desire right before Steve’s eye. He let out a little moan at the sight of it. Kayla grabbed him aggressively by the back of the head and kissed him hard. “I’m so turned on, Steve. Exciting doesn’t begin to describe it. Hurry!” she said as she undid his belt and damp trousers. She slipped them over his ass and smiled when she felt that he’d gone commando.
“Like that, baby?”
“God, yes! Now, put it in me, hurry!”
Steve wanted to make love to her against this wall, but he knew they had to do this very quickly. So, he sat down in one of the chairs and pulled her down to impale herself on top of him. “F*ck me, baby. Come on, f*ck me hard.”
Kayla rocked against him with fast and furious movements. “Steve … oh god, Steve … yes … mmm … good … so good”
“Tits. I have to suck your tits.”
Steve lifted her shirt to reveal his wife’s braless breasts and sucked one hotly into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her stiff nipple. When she moaned too loudly, he swallowed up the sound with his kisses. “Shh. Gotta keep it in, Sweetness.”
“You like it when I make noise.” Kayla was panting, her frenzied excitement more than she could take.
“Tonight back in the room, you scream my name.”
Then without warning, Kayla convulsed and shook on top of him. Steve held her close while the force of her climax squeezed at Steve’s cock in rhythmic pulses, bringing him to his own frenzied brink. Steve had to come. Right now. He stood up with Kayla still throbbing her climax around him, pinned her to the wall, and pumped hard into her. The feeling of his strokes made her want to cry out, but she held it in. Steve grunted softly, his breath hot against Kayla’s neck. He was out of his head. Completely drunk on the sex. His cock was so hard and thick with need to come.
“I love you!” Kayla whimpered, the feel of his cock filling her so soon after her second orgasm so satisfying. “Steve, I love you!”
“I love you, Sweetness,” he huffed in barely more than a whisper. “I don’t care who sees. I have to come, I don’t care who sees me love you!” In the back of her head, Kayla knew this wasn’t true and that if someone walked in Steve would be mortified that he’d exposed them this way, but the sexual rush had overcome them both, and in that moment, it overrode all else.
Kayla sucked her husband’s earlobe into her mouth, and that’s when Steve’s orgasm finally ripped through him with such force that he had to bite her neck to keep from crying out. He squeezed her ass hard as his dick sent powerful lurches of his cum into her, and again she was struck by how utterly incapable he was of coming without giving himself away somehow. It made her smile and coo, and she absolutely loved that she had the power to give him such immense pleasure that he couldn’t keep it inside.
From the time they entered the room to the time the last of Steve’s cum left his body was about five minutes. No one had seen them, no one had yet missed them, and no one heard the sounds of their lovemaking in the coat room, despite the fact that three people had gone in and out of the restrooms.
Steve rested his forehead on Kayla’s shoulder, and she caressed his cheek for a few moments as he caught his breath. Steve pulled out of her, their combined fluid trailing down Kayla’s thighs.
“Did we just do that?” It was Steve who was somewhat incredulous.
Kayla nodded as she ran a finger down his patch. “’Fraid so,” she said. The look on Steve’s face was somewhat concerning, actually. “Are … are you sorry?”
Steve shook his head slowly. “Not at all. I just … I was insane with you, here, baby. I couldn’t control myself. I … you wanted it as bad as I did, right? You didn’t do that just for me, did you?”
Kayla opened her mouth in shock. “You couldn’t tell how bad I wanted it? Steve, that was incredible. I’m proud of what we did. I feel good … powerful.”
Steve smiled. “You’re an unbelievable woman, Kayla Caroline Johnson.”
“Mind-blowing?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Mind-blowing,” he said.
Another five mintues later they’d cleaned up in their respective bathrooms and returned to the table with damp pants where Steve really did try to rub out the stain. They ate their freshly-made steaks, and Steve about fell over when he watched his tiny little wife eat the entire 8-oz filet mignon, all of her asparagus, half of his, and most of her mashed potatoes. “Either I’ve created a monster who has to refuel after sex, or you were starving.”
“I was starving. I guess that’s what happens when you skip lunch.”
“I told you, baby.”
That night Steve didn’t know what had come over Kayla, she was so turned on. They had no sooner entered their room when she attacked his dagger with her soft but demanding lips. They took an evening dip in the ocean where he swore if he’d kept at it she would have come just by his insistent sucking on her nipples alone. She was so turned on that it took almost no time for her to come hard against him after he entered her in the shallows of the water. Then after a quick rinse in the shower they made love again in their bed where Kayla screamed Steve’s name as she’d promised she would. In the morning it was Steve’s turn to need another go, kissing her awake to plunge himself deep inside her. She was feeling sore by now, but she couldn’t stop herself, she needed to feel his steeled cock fill her up and explode within her. They slept another hour, so exhausted from the intense lovemaking of the past 12 hours.
When Steve woke up, Kayla was still dead to the world. He watched her angelic face in her peaceful sleep and hoped her dreams were filled with the endless amount of love he felt for her. He knew she knew she was loved, but he hoped she knew just how much. He hoped her soul felt it every time his touched her. Kayla’s anchor lay in the hollow of her neck, the sapphire catching the sunlight that was streaming in. He absently reached up to his own embodied in the shell that now hung around his own neck and felt a swell of love for her that threatened to steal his breath. He gasped audibly and took her hand limp with sleep in his and kissed each and every knuckle. He kissed her cheeks and her collarbone and then her breasts. Her skin was so very warm, like an extra blanket had been covering her in a heat that hadn’t been covering him. Her body was so taut in this time; when his lips reached her belly he rubbed his cheek against it, worshipping her. He hadn’t remembered that her flat belly had been so firm and tight, curving sexily in the exact right place, her bellybutton beckoning to him. Then he remembered, he didn’t have any access to her body at this time, she was married to Jack right about now. Being poisoned.
“Not this time,” Steve whispered to her as she finally began to rouse. “This time you’re my wife. Like you were supposed to be.”
“Mm?” she moaned sleepily, wakefulness not having taken her slumber yet.
Steve moved back up her body to pull her close to him. “I was just telling you how much I love you, Sweetness. You’re so pretty when you sleep.”
Kayla giggled sleepily. “I love you, too, baby,” Kayla cooed at him. Then she felt the dull ache between her legs. She was sore. “How many times did we do it yesterday?”
“Not enough to set the record.” He smiled when he heard Kayla sigh in disappointment. “No way to break it here in Hawaii, baby, we have a plane to catch in a few hours, and you’re too sore to have any more sex.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’re my wife, and I know you, that’s how, baby,” he chuckled.
For once she didn’t try to convince him. “We got to five, though, didn’t we?”
“Yep, that was a few days ago.”
“Mm, that was a good day.”
“I think yesterday was a pretty good day, too.”
Kayla chortled, the reality of what they’d done, public sex twice in the same restaurant, including full penetration in the coat room, truly hitting her. “I don’t believe we did that.”
“It was unbelievable, Kayla. You’re somethin’ else, baby.”
She laughed again. “Yep, a very good day.”
“They were all good.”
Kayla looked up at him soberly, searching his eye for his true feelings. She saw the acknowledgment as he reached up and fingered the shell dangling around his neck. “Every day with you is good, Steve.” Then she burrowed against him, and Steve felt a thrill pass through him. “Are you surprised we’re still here?”
Steve only let a moment pass before shaking his head. “Nothing surprises me anymore with these jumps, baby, we were in 1979 for five months and in that elevator for like a minute. I have a hunch we’ll make it home without jumping.”
“I kind of feel it, too. Like we’ll be here a little while longer.”
The flight home was completely uneventful. Kayla kept her eye out for the red-headed flight attendant, but she wasn’t working this flight. There was no sexual activity this time, because beside the fact that Kayla’s vagina and clitoris needed a break, they were both completely beat. As the saying goes, they needed a vacation from their vacation. They did, however, cuddle tenderly several times. Steve nagged her to eat, again, but unlike the delicious steakhouse, this was airplane food, and she was completely uninterested. They were also seated so close to the smoking section (as if sectioning it off would be effective) that the smell was turning her stomach. At one point she thought she actually might throw up, but she was able to make herself fall asleep instead, and she stayed that way on and off for the last three hours of the flight. Steve couldn’t help nodding off, himself.
When they landed at Salem International, it was almost surreal. Their purpose now was … unclear. That feeling fell upon both of them almost instantly, really. They walked to the baggage claim carrousel in relative silence, lost in their own similar thoughts. They’d spent the first days of this jump clearing their lives of the complications that stood in the way of living as husband and wife here. Then they spent a week waiting to jump, which they did not. Then their focus was on this wedding they wanted so badly that fate had given back to them. Then their honeymoon was paradise. Now that they were home, they weren’t sure what they were supposed to do next.
The first thing they did upon entering the loft was groan when they saw the mess of stuff they needed to put away and gifts to find a new home for. If there was one thing they’d learned form each other on this trip to Hawaii, it was that letting their thoughts go undiscussed never led to good things. Kayla spoke up first, sharing with him how strange it felt now, to be here. Wonderful, but strange. Like she didn’t know what her place was. Steve felt utter relief at this statement and told her he felt the same way. Was he supposed to get a job? Kayla reminded him about the Community Center idea, and that actually galvanized him a little.
Within a few days of decompressing and taking care of the things necessary to get on living, Steve and Kayla had readied themselves for life here in the fall of 1987. Kayla returned to the Emergency Center, and Steve started doing his homework on just how to proceed on a Community Center. He wanted all his ducks in a row when he and Kayla went to see Jack. He’d been released from the hospital and had announced his candidacy for assemblyman while they were away and had just moved in to his home from the Curtis mansion. Part of Steve’s strategy in waiting to talk to Jack was so he could watch the polls and see just how his brother was doing with the low-income people on the riverfront. As it happened, by early October he was doing quite poorly with that demographic, his opponent tromping on him by a huge margin. A week later, they decided it was time to pitch this to Jack and went over to the Deveraux estate to see him. Kayla got a sick feeling sitting in this livingroom, but she had to remind herself that this was not the same, even if the surroundings were. Meanwhile, Jack looked uncomfortably at Kayla several times, and Angelica all out turned the other way when she walked into the room and saw the three of them together.
“Jack, tell me when your guests have left so I can fumigate!” she called to him.
Jack rolled his eyes, but he smiled a little, too. “Sorry,” he offered half-heartedly.
“That’s ok, Jackson,” Steve quipped, “not your fault she has a bug up her ass.”
“Steve …” she implored him.
“Kayla, why don’t you just tell me why you’re here?” He hadn’t seen her since August when she insisted that she didn’t love him and that they were never going to be together, and he was still feeling a sting.
They explained what they wanted to do with the Riverfront Housing Project, as well as expanding the Emergency Center into a Riverfront Community Center. They played to his campaign and the thousands of votes it would garner him.
“These people need more, Jack, they really do. They’re looking to someone to help them, give their children programs to occupy them and keep them off the street, give them a place to live that can free them from the slumlords.”
“You can be that man, Jack,” Steve said quite seriously now. “Do you know how many devoted people you’d have voting for you? This is a win-win, Junior, a real no-brainer.”
Jack sat back in the wingback chair and stared. “Why do you care? Why do you want me involved, why not go to my opponent? They love him down there.”
“Because you’re my friend, Jack.”
“I don’t want to be your friend, Kayla.”
Steve’s green eye darkened. “Come on, Kayla, this was a bad idea, we’re leaving.”
“No, Steve, wait! Jack, we’re not having that conversation, again, I’m married now. I’m Kayla Johnson, and that’s always how it’s going to be. That doesn’t mean Steve and I can’t be your friends.”
Just then Harper Deveraux walked in. “Hello,” he said without the slightest hint of ingratiation. “Why don’t you drink up your tea and move along, I have things to discuss with my future assemblyman son.” Just then Kayla’s stomach turned over. The sound of his voice, the look on his face, the smell of the house … she’d been drinking the tea that Jack had come out of the kitchen with for her since she’d arrived. It was the same stuff that she drank at exactly this time all those years ago. All three men watched Kayla turn green before their eyes.
“Baby?” Steve was very alarmed; he knew her, and she was about ready to collapse.
“Kayla, my dear, are you quite alright? You look as if something’s made you suddenly ill.” The fake concern was palpable, because Kayla had lived it before. The very tone of Senator Deveraux’s voice was so creepy that Kayla wasn’t sure what exactly was going through his head or what he’d put in the tea.
Kayla swallowed down her nausea and asked Steve to take her home. She’d started to shake. The memory of Harper keeping her a veritable hostage here so he could kill her overtaking her rational thought. She was dizzy, the room began to spin. Steve saw that it was going to happen before it did, moved on instinct to position himself beside her, and sure enough, Kayla passed out in his arms.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Steve’s eye looking down into hers in great concern. “Are you ok, baby?” He was sitting on the couch holding her across his lap. “You passed out, Sweetness. Are you sick?”
“How long?” she asked, her gorge rising.
“Less than a minute,” Harper said.
“I told you to get the hell away from her!” Steve roared.
“This is my hosue, you leave!”
“I’m going to throw up!” Kayla blurted, finding her strength very fast. She jumped up off of Steve and ran for the bathroom.
“It’s over th—,” Jack tried to direct her.
“She knows the way,” Steve said. Then he followed her in there and found her wretching into the toilet. “Oh, Sweetness,” he said as he held her hair back.
She spent the rest of the day in bed, slept off the nausea, and was much better by dinner, which she was actually hungry for; she finished all the soup Steve had made for her. Steve was worried that the senator had given her some of that atropine again, and Kayla admitted that it was a possibility. “But why, though? I’m no threat to him this time, there’s no reason for him to think I know Jack’s adopted.”
“He’s a serial killer, baby, that’s why. Does he need a reason?” Eventually Steve agreed that it was unlikely, and they both dropped it.
The next day she was sick as hell, and it lasted into the one after that, too. Constant nausea, dry heaves, it was just like when she was coming down from the Atropine in Gabrielle’s safehouse. Steve had grown sure that she had somehow been poisoned. The constant fatigue ever since the honeymoon, the warmth of her skin, the nausea. By late afternoon on the second day Kayla had felt almost normal again and was really hungry. She took her temperature and noted that her nose was stuffy. “Definitely a virus,” she assured him. “I hope you don’t get it, but I think you might be doomed.”
That night Kayla had a dream about the same baby girl that she’d dreamed about at the safe house jump while she was burning up with fever. She looked into the bright eyes of this baby with the red ringlets and knew it was her daughter. When she woke up in the morning she had to run to the bathroom to throw up again. And a chill like she’d never felt in her entire life or any of the lives she’d lived since they’d started jumping ran down her spine. It was so fierce that it threatened to knock her over. A cold dread infused every pore, and she was frozen to her spot on the floor in front of the toilet. “Oh my God. Oh … dear God.” Finally she dragged herself up off the floor, washed out her mouth and gulped down as much water as she could. She was breathing fast, shaking like a leaf, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. “No, I … it’s … it’s not possible.” She left Steve in bed sleeping through it all and flew down the stairs to her purse. She checked her pill pack, and it was exactly right, no pills had been missed. But she was supposed to get her period yesterday, and she hadn’t. And she knew. She knew what was making her ill. It wasn’t atropine. It wasn’t the flu. It wasn’t a virus. And it wasn’t any other illness.
It was a baby growing inside her womb.