Things are complicated.

"I... Can't believe this happened, Brent." Charlotte intoned, her arms coming around my shoulders. I was aware of her body now, remembering how she had felt atop me, around me. I wanted her again, so badly, wanted to finish what we had started, and consummate our love.

Her lips met mine, and I felt a surge of blood rush through my entire body. Every nerve felt primed at the slightest touch, and even her gentle touches through layers of fabric felt magnificent. On my chest I felt a soft twinge of pain from the paired marks that had been left the previous night. I slipped my hand down her back, and was delighted to feel her ample curves pressed back against me. She ached for it too, it seemed.

"Yes...Brent..." She gasped against my lips. "Please."

Her hands moved rapidly, pulling my sweater over my head, pushing aside the last few layers of cloth. I soon found myself bare chested in front of her, her hands stroking at my body. Her fingers reached the soft marks on my chest and her eyes became filled with wonder as she touched them.

"Both..." She smiled happily, and gently laid a kiss on each of the bruised portions of skin. Her eyes gazed up at mine with heavy lids as she did so, and she seemed to be tasting every bit of my skin, every mark. "I wonder... you can't have..."

Her fingers went my jeans and pulled them apart with a couple deft motions. She dropped to her knees, and my hands instinctively went to her hair. I glanced about, expecting to see a car roll by, or a horn to honk, but heard nothing in the still air, save the crash of waves below.

I felt the cool mist against my erection. It felt damp, and Charlotte's hand rapidly encircled my cock, stroking me to full hardness.

"You're still wet..." She gasped... "Both of them? Really?"

She leaned forward and I felt her lips part around my cock, sliding down slowly and infinitely pleasurably. I felt her tongue caress my shaft, touching at every bit of me, taking me deeper. I felt her nose against my lower stomach and then she pulled back rapidly, swallowing heavily after she did.

"You did! Both of them! Brent... you... Fuck me... Fuck me right now."

She began pulling at her clothes, yanking her green shirt over her head in seconds, and scrabbling at her jeans.

"Don't just fucking stand there! Get your Jeans off. FUCK ME!" Charlotte roughly tried to make some sort of makeshift bedding out of our discarded clothes as she spoke, before roughly lying on her side on top of my sweater, and discarded shirt . There was no way we would be able to go at this in any way with her on her back, at least comfortably, I noted, as I tried to get my shoes off. If this dream, or whatever ended, I was going to be extremely exposed. Strangely, the thought was arousing, and I glanced at Charlotte, who shrugged her shoulders. She raised her leg, and her exposed pussy came into my view. She was extremely aroused, her lips gently protruding and making me ache to slide inside her.

Unable to resist, I slipped one leg free of my jeans and sunk to the ground with her thigh between mine. My fingers played back and forth along her soaked slit, finding that one perfect angle, which I gently tested with a finger. She was aching, and her pussy eagerly grabbed at my exploring finger, trying to pull me in.

"No! FUCK ME!" Charlotte demanded, leaning up and grasping at my leg, trying to pull me closer. "Put it in..."

I felt her wet against my throbbing hardness. So close, so ready. I slid myself back and forth, seeking that elusive spot that we needed. With another movement, I felt myself starting to sink into her body, and I pressed in as hard as I could, joining us with a hard and loud slap.

"YES!" Screamed Charlotte, her hands grabbing at my thighs to pull me closer. She ground her hips back at me, and we began to move, back and forth, the rough earth of the turnout beneath us, pounding against each other. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. We're so close...." She panted driving herself against me.

It was incredible to be back inside her. This is what what we had wanted. It wasn't... I mean I wish we had a bed to go with this, but now, here, it seemed incredibly erotic. I almost couldn't believe how much I loved this woman, and I realized it as I slammed into her, again and again.

"I love you, Charlotte" I groaned, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. Just another moment.

"No no don't... ok... ok... you didn't ask a question... just... just keep fucking me... I... need... this..." She panted, a moment of panic seeming to flow across her. Wait... I had already fucked this up with Helen, at least to judge from her reaction... I should at least ask.

"Charlotte? Are you on Birth Control?" The words floated from my mouth before I realized that I spoken them.

"NO! OH NO! NO! NO! NO! FUCK! It doesn't matter, all the gods DAMN IT Brent!" Charlotte practically screamed, her eyes flowing wide. "OH shit... come... fucking come! Right now! BRENT COME ON!" She thrust herself back at me as hard as she could, trying to stimulate me.

I felt the pressure, and the urge to come starting to slip away. Why...

"Breed Me!" She panted, her nails scraping across my chest, her fingers rubbing against us both. "Knock me up! Make me come, Do whatever you have to! Come inside me!" She bucked her hips against me, and in my mind I saw an image of her with a full belly, her gorgeous breasts enhanced even further by a motherly glow. The thought seemed to snap something within me, and I felt myself groan and press myself deeply, my cock throbbing wildly as I released myself within her. On and on it went, and I felt her pussy clench against me with each exquisite pulse.

"YES! We... Oh Brent... we can... we can do this!" She began to laugh again, the sound lifting my spirits as I felt her pull me down for a kiss. "I never thought... oh I never thought you of all people..." She laughed again, the sound a joyous raucous sound now.

"What's so Funny?" I gasped, trying to focus my head. I was still half delirious, and the panting breaths that ran through me gave voice to the first question that filled my mind.

"DAMMIT Brent!" Charlotte groaned, reaching forward to gently slap at my thigh. "Y'all gotta... You have to be smarter than that. I... think we can win it this time, but it all depends on you."