“I was in love with you in ninth grade,” he explained, still kissing her face, her temples, her earlobes. “But my family had a fire in the spring of tenth grade. I was badly burned trying to rescue my little sister Clara. I lived at a burns hospital for the next six months.”
“Oh my god, Kent! Did Clara make it, your parents?”
“Yes, they were all fine, but I was horribly scared. I eventually healed, and went back to school, but kids treat you differently when you look like this. I never really dated. But I thought about you a lot.”
“How come you’re here?” Linda asked, still caressing the scars on his chest and back, but noticing the solid muscles beneath.
“I moved here and became a firefighter. It was what I decided to do while I recovered from my burns. I hoped I would get to see you, but I didn’t want you to see me. Then when you moved back, you looked so sad.”
“You saw me move in?”
“I live just a few doors down and across the street. I watched you look so forlorn, and I couldn’t stand that you were so close, yet I couldn’t comfort you. I let myself in, and curled up behind you. I never intended the rest to happen, he paused, “Do you want me to leave?”
She lifted her head and kissed him again deeply. She ran her hands down his scarred back to his smooth butt, and pressed his pelvis against hers.
Kent kissed and licked at her neck. The excitement was building in her as he flicked a nipple with his tongue.
“I was in love with you in ninth grade, too,” she finally said, as he took her nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping at it lightly.
“Really?” he asked, voice catching.
“Yes. And no other man I ever dated lived up to you.”
“Do you think I’m hideous?” he asked, turning so the scarred side of his face caught some light from the alarm clock.
“I think you are gorgeous, brave, and a spectacular lover,” she replied, honestly.
He moved between her thighs, kissing her gently. She reached down and guided his cock into her wet center, and gasped his name as he entered her. He rocked slowly and deeply, kissing her, licking her, and caressing her.
Their speed increased, and he whispered, “I love you,” in her ear just before she came. Her vagina spasmed around his penis, and she gasped,” I love you, Kent,” bringing him off as well.
As they lay relaxed, Kent cradling Linda on his chest, she traced her fingers over his ṣscars, again feeling the tight ropes of muscle beneath the ravaged surface. “I’m glad you came to comfort me,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you can see past the scars,” he replied.
Thinking about her own life lately, Linda said, “We all have scars, you just wear yours on the outside.”