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Eve, Modern Cave Girl Ch. 03

The rest of that day I had a very warm glowing memories of Andrew and Jill, and, of course, Blake. My teenage lover was really something else the day after our menage a quad. He seemed even more gentle and tender. All day long he praised my beauty, my intellect, and my artistic abilities. I admit that went to my head. I knew that he had seen me as more than just a warm body to share his bed since day one, but now, he seemed different, somehow. Blake appeared to gain even more sensitivity and maturity. All day I was in a hazy afterglow. We spent the entire day making goo goo eyes at each other, like a couple of high school prom goers. Blake interrupted his busy work schedule three times that day to make love to me. I reveled in his touch, his strength and sincerity were such a kick.

Mid-morning, he asked me to hold a pattern while he trimmed the leather. I was on all fours, my pert little ass in the air. I saw the fire come on in Blake's eyes, soon, he forgot all about the pattern and took me right there on the floor. I think I made a show of protesting, but I could not deny Blake what he sought. It was all so primal, caveman, me suddenly naked, essentially a cave woman in a limestone hole miles and miles away from civilization. We stained some of the leather, causing Blake to laugh and state, "Good thing that our love juices are mostly on the edge, I can still turn this into a dress, but for a much shorter girl."

The second time was just before lunch. I hadn't even bothered to put my clothes back on. I was going over Blake's record books. We were talking inanities, I was trying to deduce what one of his notations in the margin meant. He strode across to see what I was inquiring about when the next thing I knew I was in his arms, his firm kisses turning me into melted butter. While I mewed like a contented kitten, he worked on my cunny. Blake has oral talent, but this time he out did himself. I came as I had rarely come before in my entire life. That spectacular kind of dizzy, that happens every once in a blue moon. I felt like a complete wonton.

How we managed to avoid making love in the great outdoors either just before or just after the communal bath, is a complete mystery. All I remember of the bathing was my intense focus on Blake's muscles as they glistened with water and sunlight. In some strange way, it was like seeing him for the first time. Oh, I had been aware of his physique for a long time. What I mean is this is the first time I viewed Blake's muscles and body as MY muscles and My body. I was really looking at him as my lover, in a new and profound way.

Blake had read my emotions, As soon as lunch was over, we were back in the cave. This time, I sucked him off like he was made of honey before I mounted and rode him. I contentedly worked myself up and down his shaft, Blake's massive tool feeling like a mighty oak inside me. This time, the orgasm was like being hit by a rogue wave at the beach. I shouted his name and collapsed onto his broad chest and tried to collect my breath.

As I returned to earth I wondered what had come over me. I DID know that Blake had new assurance and, for lack of a better word, sophistication. Whatever it was I wanted it, I NEEDED it! Thus passed one of the more perfect idylls of my life. Then came nightfall. I was almost literally sick when I realized that I had not thought of my husband, Nick for the entire day! With complete dread It occurred to me that I had not even looked his way at lunch or dinner!

"What must he be thinking in his bachelor quarters?" I thought. By now he must be convinced that he had lost me. For the first time since Blake had won me from Nick I cried in earnest. Blake stepped away from his work to embrace me and try to and comfort me, but I was inconsolable.

"Have I done something wrong, Eve?" he asked innocently.

How could I explain to him the guilt I felt? It was hardly HIS fault that he was a spectacular lover and amazingly sensitive man. He was everything my sweet, dumpy Nick had always longed to be. The kind of man that Nick feared losing me to ever since he slid his ring on my finger. Now, I had, as never before, lived out his waking nightmare. I realize that I should have pulled away from Blake, but I buried my head in his shoulder and let loose with even more waterworks. Blake was too young, I thought, to understand the concept of a lifelong commitment. His tribe did not practice that nicety of the outside world in any case. How could I tell him that his sensuality had raised a wall between myself and the man I loved the most in all of the world?

"But, what exactly do you feel for Blake?" I asked myself, and for the first time I did not know the answer! I thought that an inexperienced kid could never get to me. Naively I had believed that Blake would quickly tire of me, that experiencing Jill's charms would cause Blake to withdraw from me, but his experience with her seemed to actually draw him closer!

"Please, Blake," I cried, "please let me visit Nick. So much has happened that he wouldn't understand. He has to understand that I still love him."

An intense expression crossed Blake's face and he said softly but firmly, "No, Eve, you love ME. I am sure that you feel something for Nick, but you cannot deny what has transpired between us this past month. I KNOW that I give you things Nick never has never been able to and never will. We work very well together, Eve. Perhaps Nick is your past and your destiny is with me."

I was floored, Blake had somehow grasped a deep thought of mine I had strived to keep buried. It was like he was seeing into my soul. I struggled for an answer. In the end, I mouthed an unconvincing, "Blake, I'm very fond of you, but I have a life to return to. I STILL love my husband. I want to go back to my quiet little house at the edge of the city at the end of the year. Yes, I know how I told you that much of the Twenty-first Century sucks but, for better or for worse, it is MY world. It is a place where cavemen simply don't fit in."

Then Blake surprised me in a way I never thought possible. "I could live in your world, Eve, IF I had you at my side." he said in complete sincerity.

"Blake, you don't know what you are saying. Even if I wanted to leave Nick for you, and I don't, there is so much you would have to learn about my world, You've never even worn a pair of shoes or ridden in a car. How would you make a living?"

"The women of your world need dresses just like the ones of this world. I may not know much of anything about your world, but I am pretty sure you have leather workers there as well. You could teach me, Eve. Together we make a great team, it doesn't matter where our team is, in my world or yours, together we can handle any obstacle. You know that your body needs my body, as for me, If I were to sleep with a thousand girls, none of them could replace you in my heart and soul. I want so much more out of life, now, Eve, because I have known you in so many wonderful ways. Let us go together to Nick. He and I can talk things out. I promise that all I will do is talk."

"Don't I have any say in the matter?" I interjected.

"Eve, your heart and body made up it's mind some time ago. Your head and your outside world traditions are preventing you from seeing things clearly. You can lie, and deny that you love me all you want and as loudly as you want, no one will believe it, especially you."

Blake gazed at me. In that moment, he did not seem the be an eighteen-year-old teenager. The look of his eyes, the set of his jaw made him seem decades older and far wiser. I stared at him dumbly.

"Nick is a rational man," he continued, "I'm sure he can see the truth you deny about yourself. Together, he and I can talk about you, I'm sure that he still loves you, what man wouldn't? However, he as seen us together. I've seen the look of defeat in his eyes. I don't wish him any hard feelings. The three of us can hammer this out. If nothing else, I need to apologize for dislocating his arms"

"And for stealing his wife." I added.

Blake smiled and replied. "I couldn't have stolen you if he had had a firmer grasp upon you."

And with those words I collapsed into a knot of grief upon the bed. Blake stroked my hair and spoke softly to me.

In the morning, I awoke naked and between the covers of Blake's bed. I had only the vaguest memory of Blake undressing me and tucking me in. His face wore a concerned expression as he strode into view. He had a small mug of steaming tea in his hand.

"Drink this, Eve."

After taking the beverage from him, Blake sat on the bed and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"I talked to Karl Powers very early this morning, I know he is not your favorite person in the world, but he is the only mediator my people know. I asked him to set aside some time so he can sit with us as we have our conversation with Nick. I think it best he be there."

"But, Blake..." I began before allowing my voice to trail off. I had to admit that I never felt as alive as I had for the past few weeks living with Blake. The caveman KNEW I loved him, and now I was willing to admit that to myself. The road would be hard, I would have to teach Blake so much, yet the prospect of his discovering the outside world seemed like the most alluring of adventures Suddenly Nick's quest for a single book had become dueling editions. Nick's would chronicle life within the settlement and Blake and I could write a journal of a Paleolithic man coping with the Twenty-first Century!

At last I stammered, "Yes, Blake, that is fine. Give me a few moments to collect myself and we can get started." I dressed automatically, my mind elsewhere. Blake, who I had assumed was a hormonal overgrown boy, had wisdom beyond his years. I knew that being with him had permanently altered me. Even if Nick and I left this settlement as a couple, for the rest of my life I would ache to be fucked by Blake. No matter what Nick did, no matter how good a lover he might be in any future we shared; I would still wish for Blake's touch and presence, his firm jaw, his broad shoulders, his soft kisses, his wondrous tongue, his strong arms, and yes, his incredible cock.

Was I really in love with Blake, or was it raging lust on my part? There was not a simple answer to that question. Would the age difference become an issue? Could Blake and myself ignore the gossip of outsiders? Could Blake adjust to the culture shock? I did not know the answer to any of those questions. What I did know was that, even if the relationship ultimately failed, I wanted to be with Blake. Even if I had to remain here and bid my old life goodbye, I wanted to be with Blake. As for Nick? I had known since that first night with Blake that I was the worst wife in the world. No matter how I phrased it, even if I had the oratory gifts of an angel, I would still break his heart. "And part of you will die, too girl, don't forget that." I told myself as I combed out my hair. I had made a mess of things like no other misstep in my life. Would today be the greatest misstep yet? Only the future could answer that question.

I gazed up at Blake, accepted his kiss and held his hand. United we strode out of the cave.The rest of that day I had a very warm glowing memories of Andrew and Jill, and, of course, Blake. My teenage lover was really something else the day after our menage a quad. He seemed even more gentle and tender. All day long he praised my beauty, my intellect, and my artistic abilities. I admit that went to my head. I knew that he had seen me as more than just a warm body to share his bed since day one, but now, he seemed different, somehow. Blake appeared to gain even more sensitivity and maturity. All day I was in a hazy afterglow. We spent the entire day making goo goo eyes at each other, like a couple of high school prom goers. Blake interrupted his busy work schedule three times that day to make love to me. I reveled in his touch, his strength and sincerity were such a kick.

Mid-morning, he asked me to hold a pattern while he trimmed the leather. I was on all fours, my pert little ass in the air. I saw the fire come on in Blake's eyes, soon, he forgot all about the pattern and took me right there on the floor. I think I made a show of protesting, but I could not deny Blake what he sought. It was all so primal, caveman, me suddenly naked, essentially a cave woman in a limestone hole miles and miles away from civilization. We stained some of the leather, causing Blake to laugh and state, "Good thing that our love juices are mostly on the edge, I can still turn this into a dress, but for a much shorter girl."

The second time was just before lunch. I hadn't even bothered to put my clothes back on. I was going over Blake's record books. We were talking inanities, I was trying to deduce what one of his notations in the margin meant. He strode across to see what I was inquiring about when the next thing I knew I was in his arms, his firm kisses turning me into melted butter. While I mewed like a contented kitten, he worked on my cunny. Blake has oral talent, but this time he out did himself. I came as I had rarely come before in my entire life. That spectacular kind of dizzy, that happens every once in a blue moon. I felt like a complete wonton.

How we managed to avoid making love in the great outdoors either just before or just after the communal bath, is a complete mystery. All I remember of the bathing was my intense focus on Blake's muscles as they glistened with water and sunlight. In some strange way, it was like seeing him for the first time. Oh, I had been aware of his physique for a long time. What I mean is this is the first time I viewed Blake's muscles and body as MY muscles and My body. I was really looking at him as my lover, in a new and profound way.

Blake had read my emotions, As soon as lunch was over, we were back in the cave. This time, I sucked him off like he was made of honey before I mounted and rode him. I contentedly worked myself up and down his shaft, Blake's massive tool feeling like a mighty oak inside me. This time, the orgasm was like being hit by a rogue wave at the beach. I shouted his name and collapsed onto his broad chest and tried to collect my breath.

As I returned to earth I wondered what had come over me. I DID know that Blake had new assurance and, for lack of a better word, sophistication. Whatever it was I wanted it, I NEEDED it! Thus passed one of the more perfect idylls of my life. Then came nightfall. I was almost literally sick when I realized that I had not thought of my husband, Nick for the entire day! With complete dread It occurred to me that I had not even looked his way at lunch or dinner!

"What must he be thinking in his bachelor quarters?" I thought. By now he must be convinced that he had lost me. For the first time since Blake had won me from Nick I cried in earnest. Blake stepped away from his work to embrace me and try to and comfort me, but I was inconsolable.

"Have I done something wrong, Eve?" he asked innocently.

How could I explain to him the guilt I felt? It was hardly HIS fault that he was a spectacular lover and amazingly sensitive man. He was everything my sweet, dumpy Nick had always longed to be. The kind of man that Nick feared losing me to ever since he slid his ring on my finger. Now, I had, as never before, lived out his waking nightmare. I realize that I should have pulled away from Blake, but I buried my head in his shoulder and let loose with even more waterworks. Blake was too young, I thought, to understand the concept of a lifelong commitment. His tribe did not practice that nicety of the outside world in any case. How could I tell him that his sensuality had raised a wall between myself and the man I loved the most in all of the world?

"But, what exactly do you feel for Blake?" I asked myself, and for the first time I did not know the answer! I thought that an inexperienced kid could never get to me. Naively I had believed that Blake would quickly tire of me, that experiencing Jill's charms would cause Blake to withdraw from me, but his experience with her seemed to actually draw him closer!

"Please, Blake," I cried, "please let me visit Nick. So much has happened that he wouldn't understand. He has to understand that I still love him."

An intense expression crossed Blake's face and he said softly but firmly, "No, Eve, you love ME. I am sure that you feel something for Nick, but you cannot deny what has transpired between us this past month. I KNOW that I give you things Nick never has never been able to and never will. We work very well together, Eve. Perhaps Nick is your past and your destiny is with me."

I was floored, Blake had somehow grasped a deep thought of mine I had strived to keep buried. It was like he was seeing into my soul. I struggled for an answer. In the end, I mouthed an unconvincing, "Blake, I'm very fond of you, but I have a life to return to. I STILL love my husband. I want to go back to my quiet little house at the edge of the city at the end of the year. Yes, I know how I told you that much of the Twenty-first Century sucks but, for better or for worse, it is MY world. It is a place where cavemen simply don't fit in."

Then Blake surprised me in a way I never thought possible. "I could live in your world, Eve, IF I had you at my side." he said in complete sincerity.

"Blake, you don't know what you are saying. Even if I wanted to leave Nick for you, and I don't, there is so much you would have to learn about my world, You've never even worn a pair of shoes or ridden in a car. How would you make a living?"

"The women of your world need dresses just like the ones of this world. I may not know much of anything about your world, but I am pretty sure you have leather workers there as well. You could teach me, Eve. Together we make a great team, it doesn't matter where our team is, in my world or yours, together we can handle any obstacle. You know that your body needs my body, as for me, If I were to sleep with a thousand girls, none of them could replace you in my heart and soul. I want so much more out of life, now, Eve, because I have known you in so many wonderful ways. Let us go together to Nick. He and I can talk things out. I promise that all I will do is talk."

"Don't I have any say in the matter?" I interjected.

"Eve, your heart and body made up it's mind some time ago. Your head and your outside world traditions are preventing you from seeing things clearly. You can lie, and deny that you love me all you want and as loudly as you want, no one will believe it, especially you."

Blake gazed at me. In that moment, he did not seem the be an eighteen-year-old teenager. The look of his eyes, the set of his jaw made him seem decades older and far wiser. I stared at him dumbly.

"Nick is a rational man," he continued, "I'm sure he can see the truth you deny about yourself. Together, he and I can talk about you, I'm sure that he still loves you, what man wouldn't? However, he as seen us together. I've seen the look of defeat in his eyes. I don't wish him any hard feelings. The three of us can hammer this out. If nothing else, I need to apologize for dislocating his arms"

"And for stealing his wife." I added.

Blake smiled and replied. "I couldn't have stolen you if he had had a firmer grasp upon you."

And with those words I collapsed into a knot of grief upon the bed. Blake stroked my hair and spoke softly to me.

In the morning, I awoke naked and between the covers of Blake's bed. I had only the vaguest memory of Blake undressing me and tucking me in. His face wore a concerned expression as he strode into view. He had a small mug of steaming tea in his hand.

"Drink this, Eve."

After taking the beverage from him, Blake sat on the bed and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"I talked to Karl Powers very early this morning, I know he is not your favorite person in the world, but he is the only mediator my people know. I asked him to set aside some time so he can sit with us as we have our conversation with Nick. I think it best he be there."

"But, Blake..." I began before allowing my voice to trail off. I had to admit that I never felt as alive as I had for the past few weeks living with Blake. The caveman KNEW I loved him, and now I was willing to admit that to myself. The road would be hard, I would have to teach Blake so much, yet the prospect of his discovering the outside world seemed like the most alluring of adventures Suddenly Nick's quest for a single book had become dueling editions. Nick's would chronicle life within the settlement and Blake and I could write a journal of a Paleolithic man coping with the Twenty-first Century!

At last I stammered, "Yes, Blake, that is fine. Give me a few moments to collect myself and we can get started." I dressed automatically, my mind elsewhere. Blake, who I had assumed was a hormonal overgrown boy, had wisdom beyond his years. I knew that being with him had permanently altered me. Even if Nick and I left this settlement as a couple, for the rest of my life I would ache to be fucked by Blake. No matter what Nick did, no matter how good a lover he might be in any future we shared; I would still wish for Blake's touch and presence, his firm jaw, his broad shoulders, his soft kisses, his wondrous tongue, his strong arms, and yes, his incredible cock.

Was I really in love with Blake, or was it raging lust on my part? There was not a simple answer to that question. Would the age difference become an issue? Could Blake and myself ignore the gossip of outsiders? Could Blake adjust to the culture shock? I did not know the answer to any of those questions. What I did know was that, even if the relationship ultimately failed, I wanted to be with Blake. Even if I had to remain here and bid my old life goodbye, I wanted to be with Blake. As for Nick? I had known since that first night with Blake that I was the worst wife in the world. No matter how I phrased it, even if I had the oratory gifts of an angel, I would still break his heart. "And part of you will die, too girl, don't forget that." I told myself as I combed out my hair. I had made a mess of things like no other misstep in my life. Would today be the greatest misstep yet? Only the future could answer that question.

I gazed up at Blake, accepted his kiss and held his hand. United we strode out of the cave.

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Sep 26, 2018 in romance

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