I can feel my bottom slipping around on the seat from the puddle of juices that have leaked from my pussy. My legs are sticky and the air around me th...ick with the sweet scent of my arousal. I whimper softly as I realise I am not going to get any more work done tonight. Instead I succumb to the needs of my body and close my eyes, savouring the sweet feel of the buzzing between my legs. My breathing is heavier now and my body is hypersensitive to touch. Slowly, I reach my hands up to my breasts. Trap or no trap, this will be in my thoughts..."I stroked my bride's hair, caressing her ear with my fingertips. "Melanie... The Allagash can wait. If you want, how about after the wedding, we drive out to Illinois instead?"Melanie was silent a long time and finally nodded. "Thanks Eric. I'll write to my parents, and Patty. Tell them to expect us..." I felt her shiver."Hey, relax pumpkin! Remember your husband to be is a god in training! We'll be okay. What could possibly happen that I can't. “Get some more sleep.”She kissed me gently and quietly got off the bed and left the room, closing the door behind her. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, feeling more loved than I ever had before, and fell asleep.***When I opened my eyes I felt Stacey moving against me. She snuggled up to me tightly.”I like this,” she whispered. “Being a couple.” I stroked her hair and watched her fingers gently glide over my chest, caressing the light hairs.”I do, too,” I replied softly. “I need you,. Not for long though, I have too little to keep me occupied. **** I’m a creative writing student. I’m the kooky chick. I don’t like my school, or this town. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to him language itself is an alien concept. I have money to blow. I’m not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be.