A Cup Overflowing

Synopsis:  Loosely inspired by ‘My Wife is the Student Council President’.   We have young Scarlet, heir to an estate that has been making grand amounts of cash due to their sumptuous wine.   She is to inherit it once her dad dies, which could be any day now, due to the fact that he has congestive heart failure.    She is engaged to a man she doesn’t even know whom her father has chosen for her.   This man is intelligent, pragmatic, wise, shrewd, and incredibly handsome.  Interestingly enough, the two have never been on a date and are still virgins.   

Chapter 1--The Last Wish of a Dying Man

      They call me Scarlet DuChamp.   My mother, God rest her, died only a few years ago due to cancer and it hit my papa, Beauregard, extremely hard.   Papa had lived a full life but he longed for his only love, my sweet mother, Trudy.   Beau had congestive heart failure and last year he had developed atrial fibrillation.   He had become so ill that I had become his sole caregiver.   I didn’t mind, I had helped him take care of mom, after all.   It left me without much of a social life or time with my friends but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.  One evening, late at night, papa called me to his bed.  I could tell he was nearing the end of his life.  

‘I have arranged for you to marry Lawrence Filly.   I know you don’t know him, but he has worked in agriculture for years.   He knows the world of tending vineyards well and his palate is well sought the world over.  He’s extremely cultured and I know you two would be a match made in heaven.   I don’t want you to be alone, Scarlet.   You deserve someone who can take care of you, make you laugh and be your nearest, dearest friend.’, my dad said.  His grip was beginning to lessen in mine and I did my best to keep my tears from flowing.   His breath slowed and his eyes dimmed.   He took one last breath and closed his eyes.    I said my goodbyes but after his initial death, everything started moving so fast.   I would have to get used to living in my home alone, and although I had a good income, I didn’t much care for that prospect.   

Then, it hit me, I had forgotten papa had mentioned I would be meeting Lawrence soon.  I wasn’t certain if this would happen at the funeral but I was a little apprehensive.   I hadn’t been on a date in years but I sensed this funeral was going to be the most interesting I had attended in a long while.

Chapter 2--Drawn in by Lawrence’s Eyes

It was a somber but somehow happy occasion.  Across the way I could see a tall man with dark eyes, like obsidian, warm, but mysterious.   He seemed serious at first but then he caught a glimpse of me and I saw a gentle but mischievous smile.  His magnetic eyes looked me over, analyzing, framing me as if I were a priceless antique.   I felt admired and my cheeks instantly grew hot.   The raven haired man with long locks tied back in a ponytail approached me.

‘I’m Lawrence Filly.  You must be Scarlet.’, he said, his grin as natural as his charm.   I turned even redder, especially at the fact that his grip was firm but his hand was soft as silk.   

‘Yes.  Is that woman with you your mother ?’, I asked, curiously.   She seemed to be quite the social butterfly.   She was one of the few people that was so bubbly it was contagious.   It almost felt like sacrilege, however, to see her so ebullient.  

‘I’m Ruby.  Sort of coincidental, huh ?  You’re named Scarlet, and I am a precious gem that happens to be red.  How auspicious.’, Ruby laughed.   I got to know her better and almost felt like this woman and I were meant to be close friends.   She then left me to be alone with Lawrence and we sat on a stone bench to chat.  

‘I’m so sorry to hear about what happened to your dad.   I lost my pop not too long ago.  I started running the Filly farm not too long after he died.   We have a lot of workers but my mom pointed me to your vineyard saying, ‘Isn’t it common for cheese and wine to go together ?  We have plenty of goats and cows.   The combination is perfect !’, Lawrence said with a dazzling smile.   He laughed heartily and his eyes caught me off guard again.   They were sincere, non-judgemental, deep and thoughtful.   Anyone could get lost in them and I didn’t doubt they could be hypnotic.    

‘So, is this our first date ?   Did your mom get an invitation from my dad ?’, I asked, once more.   Lawrence smiled and bravely took my hand into his, stroking it.   Even though he had never been close to a lady before he knew how to treat me in his company.   

‘Actually yes.   I haven’t been on a date in so long and to be honest, the touch of your hand is the best balm anyone could ask for.’, Lawrence said.   I squeezed his hand in return, appreciating his warmth and smile.   The only thing I didn’t realize was I was going to be sleeping with this man sooner than I would have liked.   

Chapter 3--Jumping Straight to Marriage

Lawrence had to go see to his dairy farm so he had to say his farewells to me.  He leaned over and gave me a soft peck on the cheek.   Not surprisingly, his lips were velveteen and I couldn’t stop touching the point of impact where mouth and cheek met.    My whole countenance fluoresce and I felt I would explode but it seemed as though I floated the rest of the way home, remembering Lawrence’s hand in mine and his reassuring words.   

The next day, my father’s contract was activated.  I was rushed to a David’s Bridal where the right dress was selected and I put it on, rushed to the nearest chapel.   St. Mary’s Cathedral.  This is where I was christened and where I had dedicated myself to Christ years ago.   I went to mass like a good little Catholic should but my work schedule had kept me so busy I hadn’t darkened a church for months until today.   

I was anxious, but as I walked down the aisle, I knew papa was watching over me.   I didn’t mind being back at St. Mary’s, particularly when I saw Lawrence in his tuxedo.  He was even more alluring than the day we had met.   I realized that I was going to have to kiss him for the first time in front of quite a few people.   

‘Dad wanted me to be happy.   Lawrence has a good spirit and a big, golden heart.  I don’t think he would ever hurt me, but can I trust him ?’, I wondered, looking him over.   His soft, chocolate eyes asuaged any fear that I had.   His outstretched hand beckoned to mine and I instantly held it, unable to contain my joy and peace.  I wasn’t certain what it was, but Lawrence had an instant calming effect for me.   

We were wed and I shared my first of many kisses with Lawrence.   He was surprisingly good and I felt my desire begin to wax for him deep within me.    

‘I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.   You just keep becoming more and more beautiful.’, Lawrence said.   I wasn’t used to compliments like that.  My face was so red, people thought I had contracted a fever.   

Chapter 4--Honeymoon Paradise

Not long after the revelers had left, Lawrence and I were sent to Kauai for our honeymoon getaway.   We spent a lot of time together, laughing and playing on the beach and learning the history of the island and the people that resided there.    We came back to our hotel one moonlit evening after a sensational luau, basking in the culture of the indigenous folks.   I had my hair tied up in a bow.  

‘Here, let me take that down for you.’, Lawrence said.   I trusted Lawrence more implicitly now but we hadn’t made love as of yet.  We were very affectionate, but only now did I feel a stirring in my loins that had been awakened by his proximity.  

I started unbuttoning Lawrence’s shirt and kissing his chest, backing him toward the bed in our hotel.   I could sense the heat coming off his body and his penis start to become erect within his khaki shorts.   

Lawrence could no longer hold back.   He started to kiss and nibble on my neck hungrily.  

‘I will admit, I wanted to do this when I first met you, but the wait has more than been worth it.’, he said, with a delightful laugh.   I felt his mouth moving gently down me as he undid my bra and brought his lips around my nipple.   He suckled lovingly as he caressed my back with his fingernails.   It seemed the tide was turned as he escorted me to the bed.    I removed his shirt and he removed my shorts and panties.   He began to kiss me from head to toe until he came to my womanhood.   I felt him touching me, flicking my clit lightly and inserting his finger inside my flower until I climaxed.   I lay there, holding him close, helping him edge out of his briefs.   He was still standing at attention.   I kissed his neck, feeling him slip into me so easily.   I gasped, thinking maybe his rod was too large for my oyster, but it felt incredible.  

‘It doesn’t hurt does it ?’, he said, his expression the most handsome I had ever seen it.   I had never looked at his face caught in such ecstasy before.

‘No.’, I said, and began to compensate.   We rolled around and I was sitting atop him, rocking back and forth slow to begin until I felt my whole being penetrated.   I could hear him moaning and he climaxed loudly, holding me close and catching his breath.   I followed soon after and I turned to face him, my whole body redder than an apple.  

‘You are unreal.’, he breathed gathering his strength.   Something told me Lawrence had stamina and this would not be our first mambo of the night.   

Chapter 5--A Little Preview

Lawrence wanted to thank me for the happiness he had given me.   I found his face between my legs, which I didn’t expect.  

‘I may not know what I am doing but I have read books on this subject.’, he said, beginning to lick my labia and vulva in a counterclockwise motion.    I felt his deft tongue flick and twirl and spin, driving me mad.   I ran my fingers through his hair until I felt my whole body convulse.   I cried out his name.

‘I take it you are satisfied.’, he teased, pulling me into his arms.    His flaccid penis started to pulsate.  It was mesmerising.   In a whisper, he told me,

‘Only you make me hard this quickly.  I want you, again and again.’    I guided his strong branch into me and felt him holding my legs up.   He was hitting my G spot with precision, but the sensation of sublimity rolling through me was almost too much to bear.  

‘Lawrence, I love you.’, I said.  I had said those words probably too often for him, but he responded, thrusting powerfully.   The bed was vibrating from our movements and we called out together.    He stopped momentarily after cumming again.   

‘I do as well.  I can’t seem to stop making love to you though.’, he laughed.   I wasn’t complaining.   His libido outmatched my own and I found that comical.   Dad had been right about Mr. Filly the whole time and he was spot on when he had told me not to worry.   I could think of nothing else than being with Lawrence.    I had never felt so fulfilled or ebullient in my entire life.    

We were facing each other on the bed and we held a pose so craftily I was astonished we were flexible enough to even try anything so unusual.   

‘I’ve got plenty other suggestions.’, Lawrence mused aloud, wriggling his eyebrows.   

‘We’ve got our whole lifetime to figure them out.’, I said.   The night ended with us 69ing until we fell asleep.    

Epilogue

I awoke to the scent of a freshly made breakfast in bed next to a man who was wearing only a smile.    

‘I love making love to you.’, he serenaded me, nibbling me on the ear.   Breakfast could wait.   We engaged in morning coitus very slowly and seductively.    I was bent over the bed and Lawrence would swat my round heinie for the fun of it as he rode me.   He capriciously kissed my cheek and we sat on the bed, feeding each other breakfast.   

‘You are outrageous.’, he sighed, completely adrift in endorphins.   I had to admit, Lawrence really knew how to treat a woman.   He was a complete devil in the sack but an absolute angel in the kitchen and I knew I was his precious jewel.   He enjoyed showing me off to his friends and our love life never became boring.   Two nights out of the week we spent learning a new posture from the Kama Sutra and when we were away, we experienced tantric sex over our messengers without even touching.    Our love grows stronger and finer, just like the cheese and wine we produced.   We were indeed, the finest combination, a match, like my dear pops would say, ‘made in heaven’.  

                    The End