Natural

It was happening. The thing he needed. The thing he dreaded. Even after his clumsy aborted attempts to initiate intimacy, Roy still found himself straddled by a woman who would never have given him the time of day prior to his wish. But even with the full knowledge of how wrong it was to be making out with an almost naked Claire, the daughter of the woman he loved, it felt wonderful.

No.

It felt better than wonderful.

It felt natural.

There was no denying it. Having Claire on his lap, her body heat mixing with his own, had stopped feeling wrong the moment her lips met his. In the back of his mind he knew that it didn't make sense. Roy with Claire? Not in a million years. And yet there he was, hands on her hips, her breasts pressed into his chest, kissing like two young people on their wedding night. Staring into her face, he could see Elaine, not as a reminder of his philandering, but of the possibilities of love. Even then, kissing another woman, Roy realized how deeply he loved Elaine, how wonderful a woman she was.

And Claire was proof of it. A woman like Claire didn't just appear out of nowhere. No, she was nurtured, mentored, and loved. Elaine had poured herself, her life, into this young woman. Claire had so much of her mother in her that when Roy closed his eyes, it felt like he was back in Elaine's apartment, enjoying the touch of the woman he loved.

But he wasn't with Elaine. Roy was with Claire. And as she traced her hand down his chest, past his stomach, finally landing on the button of his jeans, an unexpected feeling came over him: he no longer felt shame over what he was about to do, nor did he feel guilty about taking something that didn't belong to him. Instead, Roy felt excited. He felt aroused. And he felt loved.

Yes. That he felt most of all. Claire snapped open his pants and, without letting her lips leave his, pulled down his zipper. It should have been distracting, but he was already distracted. An overwhelming sense of love and affection had pierced Roy's nervous and self-deprecating shell, all from the young woman currently wiggling her body to slide his jeans down his legs without getting up. It might have been fleeting, a momentary obsession created by the wish, a love created only to last as long as Roy's release, then transfer to the next woman, but in that moment, on that couch, it was real.

To Claire, he suspected, it was as real as any love that she had felt with any man before, including Adam, the man she was set to marry. He'd seen how powerful the effects of his wish were. A beautiful rich woman, a woman in mourning, even a lesbian, all crazy about him, all willing to give their all to make the relationship work. And so, add to the pile of nonsensical love affairs a young woman with a striking resemblance to her mother, kissing him, rubbing him through his boxer shorts, **** for him to receive the love she was giving.

And to Roy, more surprising than how deeply he was feeling her love, he found himself falling into the fantasy of being able to love a woman like her back. She was young, energetic, and sexy as hell. Already she had found a way to slip his boxer shorts down to his knees and was gripping his erection in her hand, softly rubbing it up and down the line of her hot, dripping vagina. It wouldn't be that hard to see himself with a woman like her, right? Sure, under normal circumstances she wouldn't even look at him. But normal circumstances had been long gone for days. Why would they count now?

So he let himself believe. It made it easier. He was Claire's lover. Her boyfriend. Did he love her? She was beautiful. She was charming. She was funny and exciting and caring and generous. She was also Elaine's daughter, but in that moment, the moment she finally pulled her lips from his, looked him in the eye and said, "Can I? Please?", to which he responded, "Please," Roy didn't have a thought for Elaine. There was no room for her in that moment. It was already crowded with love for another.

And as she gently slid his penis inside of her, Claire told him how much she loved him, how much she wanted to be with him forever.

And he echoed the sentiment back to her.

And he meant every word.