Red River Falls Stories By soldierboy50401

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bridget nearly brought a tear to my eye when she asked her mother if it would be alright for me to read her a story at bed time. Shannon nearly choked up as well and said, "of course." She stood at the door as we read "The Velvetine Rabbit". Nearly halfway through the story, Bridget was fast asleep with her head on my shoulder but I continued reading to the end just to make sure. I couldn't help myself as I leaned over and kissed her head as she lay sleeping.

I walked out to the living room and saw that Shannon had taken some time to change clothes and slipped into a favorite pair of jeans and a Minnesota State Mankato sweatshirt. She offered me another glass of wine, which I accepted against my better judgment. Then we both sat down on the living room sofa. The soft light of the candles from the dinner table combined with some other votive candles that Shannon had lit to provide extra lighting during our Monopoly game but now served to provide an overwhelmingly romantic aura.
I struggled madly to maintain my composure as Shannon seemed to look more lovely and beautiful every single time I saw her. An old college sweatshirt and pair of faded jeans never looked so good on anyone before tonight.
"I want to thank you for coming tonight, Patrick. You totally made Bridget's day," she said, taking my free hand in hers. "And mine, too."
"Cheers," was all I managed to say and we clinked our wine glasses together. "So, how long have you and Bridget lived here?"
"This house used to be a rental property of my father's. It wasn't much to look at before we moved in. I got pregnant with Bridget when I was only seventeen and she was born my senior year at Red River High. We lived with my parents for two years while I went to college at Red River Falls Community College and got my Associate Degree in Nursing. Then I went to Mankato and got my Bachelor's of Science in nursing. It was tough leaving Bridget with my parents during the week and only seeing her on weekends. But I was able to finish in three more semesters, so it was worth it."
"Wow. Sounds like you really put your shoulder to the grindstone," I said. "I can only imagine how tough that was. Were you single the whole time?"
"Yeah, I was. Billy and I didn't last long after Bridget was born."
"I assume he wasn't always the kind of man I encountered on the highway last August," I said, trying to sound sympathetic.
"Billy was an infatuation for me. He was older and I guess there was kind of this taboo aspect of it. My father never liked him, never liked the fact that he was so much older than me. But I was too young and too stubborn to stop seeing him. Pretty soon, I started feeling sick every morning and I just knew I was pregnant."
"Were your parents pretty upset?"
"Oh, my God! My mother cried for almost a week straight. I could actually handle that. What really sucked was how my father handled it."
"I supposed he raised seven different shades of hell over it."
"No, not at all. Quite the opposite. He didn't speak to me for almost a month. He was so incredibly disappointed in me on the one hand, but also angry at himself because he felt like he didn't do enough to protect me. I've always been kind of a daddy's girl and I know he was just devastated."
"I can only imagine. Sometimes I think I got lucky having boys," I said.
"It took a long time but once Bridget was born, she was all they ever cared about. Billy came over less and less to see her. Once he got started in with all the drugs and was in and out of jail all the time, he pretty much never came around at all, which was fine by all of us. The last time he did come by, before the kidnapping at least, he ended up leaving at the end of my father's shotgun. That was almost six years ago. Soon we got a restraining order and then a petition for termination of parental rights. Billy never put up a fight."
"Jeez! Remind me never to piss off your father!"
"Oh, don't worry about that. As long as you promise never to slap me around like Billy did, you're fine. In fact, he's been dying to meet you. I..." She suddenly stopped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk like that. I make it sound like we're dating or something." I could see her start to blush. Maybe the wine was having an effect on her.
"Don't worry. You're fine. I'd be delighted to meet your folks some time."
Shannon put down her wine glass. "So tell me about your family."
"Well, I grew up in western Iowa. My father, whom I haven't spoken to in years, is a highly paid trial lawyer and head of his own law firm with offices in Sioux City, Omaha and Sioux Falls. He has been disgusted with me for becoming a law enforcement officer instead of a lawyer like himself."
"What about your mother?" she asked.
"My mother passed away this last January after a bout with lung cancer."
"Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry," Shannon said, placing her hand on my forearm. God, it felt good when she touched me.
"Don't be. She put up a good fight, almost three years. I'm glad she doesn't have to suffer anymore."
"So, what brought you to Red River Falls?"
"My sister Beth and her husband moved here quite some time ago, along with their kids. Her husband is a local attorney here and grew up in Morehead. After I got done with college and got my degrees in criminology and psychology, I ended up applying for a position with the Red River Falls security officer Department."
"And now you're on the Sheriff's department. Which do you like better?"
"Wow. Tough question. Umm.....I liked the fact that my life was probably simpler at the PD but my family was ultimately happier when I got hired at the sheriff's department and we could move to the country. It seems to have worked out for everybody except me," I said, taking another sip of wine.
"How so?" she asked, innocently.
I sat there silent. I ended up saying what I wanted to say but I probably shouldn't have. The wine was now definitely having an affect on me, too. As much as I struggled to hold the flood behind the dam, the dam finally burst. I started all the way at the beginning -- how Bud had seemingly been scheming with Clarissa so I could get hired, how Bud had parlayed that favor into a sexual relationship that now seemed headed for my eventual dismissal from the department and a train wreck for a life to come. I told her about the conference in Minnesota and coming home to find them in my house, confirmation of everything I had heard. How I had seemingly been promoted to draw me in closer to Bud to throw me off the scent of the trail that led to his and Clarissa's affair. How Bud ultimately planned to divorce Margolene and eventually claim Clarissa for his own, leaving me cuckolded and humiliated. And, most probably, leaving me out of a job and possibly facing a shitload of fabricated criminal charges.
Shannon just sat there during my twenty minute shrink session, listening to me spill every last drop. The only thing my wine-loosened tongue had managed to leave out was the torrid sexual encounter that occurred between my soon-to-be-former mother-in-law and I. When I could finally look up from my wine glass, Shannon was sitting there with tears in her eyes. She took my wine glass from me and set it on her coffee table. And then she hugged me and squeezed me like she was never going to let me go.
"My God, Patrick," she whispered. "How could any woman treat you like that? How could any woman not see you the way any normal woman would? How could a man do that to someone they called a friend? Especially after everything you have done to keep people safe?" She cried softly on my shoulder. Her body felt like a life-preserver for me -- something I had to hold onto to rescue my own masculinity, sanity and self-worth. In her eyes, I was a man. And that was a feeling I had been missing in my life for far too long.
"Thank you," I whispered in her ear as we continue to cling in our embrace. "Thank you for at least giving me back some of what was taken from me."
Shannon eased her embrace and pulled away from me as she wiped her tears on her sleeve. And for a few moments she just looked at me, deeply into my eyes as though she were looking at my very soul. And then she placed both hands on my face and drew me into her as she planted an incredibly moist and passionate kiss on my lips that was hot enough to melt steel. As good as it felt to simply hold this woman in my arms nothing could prepare me for the electrifying experience of that first kiss. I struggled to breathe, tried desperately to get air in my lungs but she had managed to knock every last whisper from me with her kiss.
"Patrick, I'm sorry," she said pulling back. "I don't know what got into me. I -- "
I didn't give her a chance to finish as I pulled her back in and did my best to give her the same experience with a kiss of my own. She let out a small moan of approval as her lips seemed to melt into mine. With each kiss, the fervency grew and soon our tongues were exploring each other's mouths, seemingly trying to find a way to become one.
We continued to kiss, embrace and run our hands all over each other's backs and arms as we did so. I grasped her shoulders during one kiss and inadvertently brushed my right hand over her ample left breast. I pulled back, slightly shocked and for a split second, I panicked that maybe I had gone too far. Shannon gave me a devilish grin, grasped my hand and returned it to her left breast. I gently squeezed, eliciting a coo of pleasure from Shannon. My left hand quickly found her right breast and I began caressing them, squeezing them and exploring them both. She closed her eyes and continuously rubbed her hands through my hair as I continued to kiss her neck and fondle her breasts.
Suddenly, Shannon pulled herself away from me and stood up. Slowly, she began to pull one arm through the sleeves of her sweatshirt and then the other.
"Patrick, tonight I am going to give myself to you. I'm going to give myself to you in return for you giving yourself to me and my daughter. I want you to have my body tonight in gratitude for giving me my daughter back."
"Shannon, you don't..."
"Shhhhhhhh," she said, putting her finger on my lips. "Don't say anything. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to. I need to do this, Patrick. I haven't given myself to any man in over seven years. I want that man to be you." And then she kissed me again passionately.
I watched in abject amazement as Shannon slowly and tantalizingly removed her clothing piece by piece. Her eyes didn't leave mine the entire time and drew my own gaze into hers. She removed the thin white cotton t-shirt she had on underneath her sweatshirt and revealed her immaculate cleavage. It was clear to me now that there was indeed a God who loved us and wanted us to be happy, which is why he gave us the wonder bra. Her brassiere struggled to hold back those PERFECT set of D-cup breasts. Next, she unbuttoned and tantalizingly lowered her faded jeans revealing her shaved, creamy and shapely legs. Standing before me in just her bra and high French cut panties was the absolute perfect example of an hourglass figure. Shannon had the most amazing figure I had ever seen, whether in a magazine or in real life. She didn't have a washboard stomach but it was nice and flat with just a small hint of a bump below her belly button, which I had always found sexy. Clarissa was so much thinner and several sizes smaller than Shannon and maybe more toned. But Shannon's body was the stuff of legend for men who like curves. And Shannon had more curves than a grand prix race track.
I held out my hand, which she took, and pulled her closer to me. I wanted to have the pleasure of removing the last two articles of her clothing myself. I pulled her in close to me and resumed kissing her and fondling her breasts. With my right hand I expertly reached behind her and, with a single snap of my fingers, released the clasp of her bra and revealed her breasts in all their glory. I couldn't help but just stare at them for a few moments. Clarissa was only a B cup and even that was being generous. I had never seen a chest like Shannon's in real life and I was determined to savor the moment. I cupped her right breast and slowly and gently tweaked the nipple, bringing it to rigid attention. I took her left nipple in my mouth and slowly sucked and swirled it with my tongue until it, too, was rigid. Shannon thoroughly enjoyed my efforts and her moans and coos of pleasure told me so. I alternated suckling each breast and nipple, interspersed with deep and passionate kisses. There wasn't a single thing about this woman that I didn't find sexy and I was determined to explore every last inch of her magnificent body.
After about 15 minutes of this, Shannon pulled herself away from me.
"I just realized," she said coyly, "that you are way over dressed for this party."
Shannon started at my feet and removed my shoes and socks. She then unbuckled my pants and pulled me into a standing position. She helped remove my sweater and t-shirt before sliding my khaki pants down to my ankles and removing them altogether. She stood there as I was dressed only in a pair of boxers that did absolutely NOTHING to try and hide the raging erection that was threatening to burst through the fly of my boxers.
As I stood there in only my boxers Shannon gasped as she looked at the scars from the shotgun blasts on my right shoulder, arm, chest and my right leg, even though they were quite healed up from the last time she had seen them in the hospital. I could see tears well up in her eyes as she reached forth and began gently caressing each of them and lightly kissing them. She did this for several minutes and the feeling and anticipation were exquisitely building.
Shannon reached inside the elastic waist band and gently squeezed my throbbing member. "Why, Sheriff Quinn!" she giggled. "Is that a gun in your skivvies or are you just happy to see me?" I couldn't answer as her mouth once again attacked my own with a phenomenal kiss. For a woman who hadn't been with a man in over seven years, she was a passionate and gifted lover, it seemed. "Sorry," she said between kisses. "I couldn't resist using that little gem!"
"No apology necessary, as long as you keep kissing me like that," I said, breathlessly.
"You ain't seen nothin', yet, Patrick." And with that, she removed my boxers altogether. She pushed me backwards onto the sofa until I was sitting on top of the back of the sofa with my feet on the cushions. My penis literally throbbed with each pounding beat of my heart and my massive testicles and low-hanging ball sack hung there dbangd on the back cushion. "My God," she said. "You have got to have the biggest testicles I have ever seen!" I felt the old pang of panic and embarrassment start to grip my stomach. But she finished by saying, "No wonder you're such a hero and aren't afraid of anything!"
Shannon dropped to her knees and immediately took my left testicle into her mouth and gently caressed it with her tongue. It was definitely a mouthful for her! The sensation was absolutely heavenly. She repeated the move with the right one, just to give them equal attention and then she proceeded to carefully lick and caress my entire scrotum. Just when I thought it couldn't feel any better, she pulled her head back, aimed the head of my penis at her lips and proceeded to swallow my cock in its entirety. She slowly moved her head back and forth and the sensation was almost more than I could take. She was equally skilled at oral pleasures as Caroline had been, although I would never tell her that. Shannon, too, gently gripped my scrotum with one hand and proceeded to stroke me with the other while she also continued to suck and deep throat my cock. I had to struggle like hell to fight the urge to just let it all out and blow a massive load, but I didn't want it to end this soon. I let her suck and stroke me for another five minutes or so before I gently pushed her head back and got up from the couch.
I gently sat her down on the couch instead, spread her legs gently, and kneeled down in front of her with my head near her panties. I could smell the heavenly manna of her sweet nectar as it slowly soaked its way through those cotton panties. I rubbed my hands up and down her smooth, creamy thighs and nuzzled the crotch of her panties with my nose, breathing in deep the scent that was driving me wild. As I did so, Shannon slipped a hand inside her panties and rubbed herself several times, emerging with fingers glistening with her juices. She reached forth and placed her fingers in my mouth, allowing me to taste her sweetness and lick her fingers clean. She reached in again and rubbed her lips and love canal again before urging me to again lick her fingers clean. She did his several more times before I finally couldn't stand it anymore.
I slowly pulled those thin cotton panties down revealing her delicious, glistening honey pot. I slowly lifted her legs up until the heels of her feet rested on my shoulders. I made one long lick with my tongue all the way from just above her sphincter and up to her clit.
"Oooohhhhh, Patrick," she whispered. "That feels so good! Please do that again."
I licked again, flattening my tongue this time to cover more of her pussy, which was met favorably with more moans and a flood of fluid from her. I picked up the pace of my licking, occasionally mixing it up with gentle swirls of her engorged clitoris. Occasionally, I would place my mouth over the entire outside of her vagina, make a seal and suck in deeply while simultaneously making large swirling motions with my tongue. The effect of this was Shannon's first earth-shattering orgasm of the night. She grasped the back of my head with both hands and tried to force her pussy into my face or my face into her pussy. Either way, she kept cumming as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
I continued to lick and lap up every last drop of her sweet pussy juices, occasionally stealing a quick lick and swirl around her beautiful, brown, puckered sphincter. Each time it caught her by surprise and she gasped deeply with each lick of her anus.
After ten or fifteen minutes of licking the most delectable pussy I had ever seen, Shannon pulled me up towards her where she proceeded to kiss me deeply and seemingly lick every last ounce of her own juices off my lips and face. It was intensely erotic and served to make my already throbbing penis hard enough to pound nails with.
"Now, Patrick, now. I want to feel you inside me." She stood up from the couch and had me sit down where she had been, only with my hips slid farther forward so I was sort of on my back with my rock hard penis sticking straight up in the air. Shannon straddled me and my cock slid effortlessly into her inviting pussy as she was so incredibly wet. I had to make her sit there for a moment until my mind and body could get used to the sensation of being inside her. One false move and I would have blown weeks' worth of cum into the depths of her womb. After a couple of minutes of waiting and fondling her breasts, I felt secure enough to start off with some gentle stroking. Very slowly at first but Shannon was able to easily match my rhythm.
I almost had to pinch myself as I couldn't believe that this picture-perfect female body was actually having sex with me. Shannon held my face in her hands as I gently stroked in and out of her succulent depths, her eyes locked with mine. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was actually making love to this woman; such was the extent of the emotions I was feeling as well as the physical pleasure.
Soon, our mutual urgency kicked in and so did the pace of our sex. I sat up on the edge of the sofa and Shannon wrapped both of her legs around my lower back and locked herself into place. She hugged me and held me close as we had sex, constantly whispering the most amazing things into my ear.