Blessing of the Wood (Pt. 3 of 3)

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Glen felt severely underdressed when he climbed out of the car and saw Melinda emerging from the house. She was wearing a knee-length skirt of basic black with a coat to match, and a white, masculine shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, giving the unmistakable impression that she meant business.Only her vibrant smile contrasted with the look.“You look great,” Glen said as she approached.“Thank you,” she responded, and then put her hand behind his head to pull him down into a passionate kiss.A little red-faced, he chuckled and asked, “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”She answered with only a grin and a twitch of her eyebrows before heading to the passenger side of the car, picking her steps carefully in the gravel since she was wearing heels.“So, are you ready for this?” Glen asked as he sat down.“As ready as I’ll ever be.”“Let’s go let the air out of that old windbag, then.”Melinda tugged on his elbow as soon as the car pulled out onto the road, guiding his hand into hers. He couldn’t help but notice how calm and confident she seemed as she stroked his hand with her fingers and smiled at him. There was no denying that her touch was giving him goose bumps, either.The number of cars parked along the street in front of city hall indicated that this wasn’t going to be an average town hall meeting. Usually, only a few souls with specific grievances showed up. Francine had apparently had some success in convincing people to turn up.Atop the wide steps at the front door, Melinda paused, taking a deep breath and giving Glen’s hand a tight squeeze before releasing it. He opened the door for her, and then moved in front to lead the way once inside, though anyone could have followed the low hum of conversation through the building to the meeting hall.The city officials were just coming in when Glen and Melinda arrived. He nodded toward some seats in the back, having seen Francine in the front – naturally. People turned and whispered, suspicious looks on their faces as they tried with little success to look at Melinda without being noticed.The mayor banged a gavel to get things underway, and the silver-haired busybody stood up – uncalled – to make her way to the podium.Melinda stiffened as the old woman locked eyes with her. When Glen reached for her hand, he noticed that she was trembling. Closing his fingers around hers, he leaned closer and quietly hummed the Slinky jingle.Her lips pursed as she fought back a laugh before turning to him to mouth the words, thank you.Francine’s delivery was loud, and full of fire and brimstone. She complained about water contamination. She decried the traffic problems that the cemetery would cause. Most of all, she damned allowing such pagan customs to further corrupt a community already rife with sinners.“Mr. Mayor, I urge you in the strongest terms to deny this senseless, dangerous request,” the old woman finally finished. She then turned to look at Melinda, her face a mask of smug self-importance, and returned to her chair.The mayor, who looked irritated at having the agenda snatched out of his hands, smoothed his mustache and asked, “Well, as we’re already on the subject, does anyone else have anything to say about this…” He looked down at some paperwork in front of him. “Green cemetery?”“You can do it,” Glen whispered. “If you need me to come up there with you…”Melinda shook her head and stood. “I’d like to say something.”The mayor waved her forward, his brow furrowing as an indication that he didn’t know who she was.Upon reaching the podium, she introduced herself. “My name is Melinda Hart. I inherited the property where I live from my great uncle, Dustin Patterson, and moved in a few months ago.”Murmurs from the crowd mirrored the mayor’s nod of recognition. Mr. Patterson had been well known and liked in town.“I work at the funeral home, and it’s my property where I’d like to open the cemetery. If you don’t mind, I’d like to explain what a green cemetery is.”The mayor nodded and said, “Please do. This has come to me so recently that I haven’t had time to review it at all.”“Thank you. I’ll be brief. Bodies are not embalmed in a green cemetery, nor are they buried in a concrete vault. Most often, the body is placed in a simple casket – or even just a shroud – so that it will decompose quickly, returning to the earth.”Glen sat up a little straighter, heartened by the building confidence in Melinda’s voice. She was in her element, speaking of the dream she’d worked so hard for.“Natural stone markers are used, and that’s where most of the cost comes from, if the family chooses to have one. The property isn’t manicured, and the plots aren’t refilled when the ground settles, saving on maintenance.“I’m hoping to provide a simpler, cheaper alternative to the traditional, costly burial, and one that’s environmentally friendly as well. We take so much from the earth while we’re alive, and I want to give those who choose to do so a chance to give something back when they pass on.”The mayor leaned forward in his chair. “Sounds a bit wild west, but interesting.”“That whole area is zoned residential,” Francine snapped from her seat.Glen’s eyebrows popped up and he smiled, remembering a bet with his father he’d won to get the car for the evening – yet another attempt to steer him into law. He stood up and said, “Mr. Mayor, I believe that if you check, you’ll find that there are no county or state prohibitions against several types of small business existing within a residential zone – including cemeteries, specifically.”Seeing the old busybody turn to stare at him with her nostrils flaring gave him the irresistible urge to stick his tongue out at her. That long night of digging through his father’s library was now doubly worth the lost sleep.“Seems I remember that,” the mayor agreed.“Bodies decomposing in open ground, contaminating the drinking water,” Francine interjected, followed by a loud harrumph.Melinda turned to her nemesis, her eyes flashing. “It’s better than the harsh chemicals used in embalming. What about the deer? Are they a problem when they die?”“What does that have to do with anything?”A deep chuckle sounded from the mayor. “I think escort avcılar I know. A deer is about the size of a man, when you get down to it. There are hordes of them running around, and nobody’s putting them in concrete vaults when they die.”A voice emerged from the back of the room. “I think I can take care of the questions about the water supply.”Glen turned around to see his uncle, Daniel, coming in the door, carrying a thick manilla folder.Dan held up the folder and shook it while walking to the front of the room. “These are impact surveys of everything within several miles of Ms. Hart’s property. There’s absolutely nothing that would indicate a threat to the water supply, or anything else.”The mayor took the folder and said, “I assume the county is ready to approve the cemetery, Councilman Miller?”“I’m certain I have the support, Mayor Phillips.”Glen looked around the room and saw a lot of people he recognized from Francine’s church leaned together and whispering. The mayor and his uncle were both respected, popular officials. Francine’s propaganda campaign was losing steam fast.“I’ll take that information into account, Councilman. Do you have anything further, Ms. Hart?”“No. Thank you,” Melinda said, and then turned to return to her seat. Glen’s uncle fell into step with her, wearing a grin.“Anyone else?” The mayor asked.Silence followed as Francine glared at the people she’d persuaded to come back her up.“Moving right along, then.”Daniel nodded toward the door, and Glen got up to follow.Melinda blew out a great breath once they were a few steps down the hall and turned to Dan. “Thank you.” She then took Glen’s hand. “You too.”“Glad to,” Daniel responded, and then laughed. “It’s the least I can do, considering most of the regulations about cemeteries originated straight out of my father’s law offices, going back to Grandpa’s time.”Melinda asked, “So, you think I’ll get approval?”“David will probably sign off on it as soon as he walks in his office tomorrow. I have it slated to come up at the county council next week, and I have more than enough votes locked up. I thought having the vote on the day before Earth Day was appropriate.”Glen squeezed Melinda’s hand and said, “Sounds like you’d better get ready to open for business.”She flashed him a brilliant smile.****Irked by the need to attend all his classes because he was spending Earth Day with the family, Glen was in a bit too much of a hurry driving to Melinda’s house on the day of the vote. He jammed on the brakes, sliding in the gravel, and barely avoided running into a yearling that bounded into the road and froze in front of him.Breathing hard and silently cursing his inattention, he turned toward where the deer had vanished into the trees and said, “Sorry, Bambi.” He slid his foot off the brake and continued at a safer pace.Melinda was nervous about the vote, and he wanted to be there with her. More than that, he wanted to spend time with her. School and work had conspired to keep them from seeing each other for more than a half hour or so at a time all week. A roll of his eyes and a snort accompanied the memory of his mother teasing him that morning about being in love.It was a little hard to argue with her, though.The driveway to her house finally appeared, and he turned in, feeling his anticipation build. On top of everything else, he was going to get through the front door for the first time. He took it as a sign that she’d given up whatever reservations had held her back when they first met.Melinda was sitting on the front porch when he reached the end of the drive. As soon as he climbed out of the car, he said, “Don’t worry. Uncle Dan has this one all wrapped up. Should be any minute now.”She waited for him to reach the top of the steps, and then said, “I know,” before kissing him.“So, you want to go inside?”She nodded, picked up a glass of water from a table, and turned around to open the door. “There’s something I need to show you.”“You didn’t get another letter from that old windbag, did you?”She shook her head while leading the way into the house. Much like his own home, plants were everywhere. A Ficus tree stood next to the door. Violets, azaleas, or some type of greenery adorned nearly every flat surface. She angled toward the couch long enough to sit down her glass, and then continued on. Two sets of shoes sounded on the dark-stained hardwood floor, moving across the front room, and down a hallway decorated with antique light fixtures, toward the rear of the house.Glen determined that their destination must be a sunroom, considering the shape, size, and number of windows he could see over her shoulder. “What is it?”“You’ll just have to wait until you see,” she teased, though hints of anxiety tinged her voice.At the doorway of the sunroom, she turned around and paused, stroking his arm as he reached her. “I need to know what you really think. Please don’t try to hide it from me.”Glen hoped that his wince had remained entirely mental. Though she couldn’t know, he was hiding a rather large secret from her. He nodded, and said, “Okay.”Melinda walked backwards into the room, and he followed, immediately seeing the crystals, candles, and other trappings within neatly organized cabinets on either side of the doorway. A forest of potted plants and trees soaked up the sun streaming through great panes of stained glass. Dominating the center of the otherwise unfurnished room was the altar, where a large, old, leather-bound book rested.In an instant, Glen understood her sudden turnaround during that first almost-date at the coffee shop. He smiled and said, “Ah, I get it. You’re wiccan.”She shrugged, her smile widening. “Or witch. The word doesn’t bother me. My mom and grandma were both witches. So, you okay with that?”“Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”He almost lost his balance when she suddenly threw her arms around him, leaning her head against his chest. She sniffled and looked up, revealing a pair of tears trailing down her cheeks, and said, “Thank you.”Glen wiped away the tears with his thumb. “What for?”She answered not with words, but with a laugh, and a kiss.Glancing over her shoulder when their escort bahcesehir lips parted, Glen said, “It fits. I can see you in there. Maybe some candles burning.”A deep blush suddenly rose in her cheeks. Before he could ask what had caused it, she shook her head and said, “One secret at a time. Talk about it more later?”“Okay,” Glen said, and then laughed.“Let’s go sit down. Do you want something to drink?” Melinda asked, and then took his hand to lead him back through the house.“Nah, I’m cool. I was thinking that maybe we could go out once Mom calls and gives you the good news from the council. Celebrate.”“I don’t know. I sort of feel like staying at home tonight. And, maybe we should wait until we know there’s something to celebrate before we get ahead of ourselves.”“Ah, it’s a done deal. Uncle Dan’s a pit bull in the council. Whatever sounds good to you, though.”Melinda sat down on the couch, pulling him after. “I like that answer.”“You have an idea?”Her voice dropped in volume as she leaned toward him. “One or two.”The kiss started out softly enough, but that didn’t last long. Melinda’s arms tightened around him, her tongue slipping into the kiss, and he responded in kind. The feeling of his fingers gliding over her back as their tongues danced caused a tightening of his jeans within the space of a few quick breaths.Her hands explored his back as well, but her thumbs curled around, tracing the contours of his muscles through his t-shirt. Glen found his hands creeping ever lower, but her previous hesitation managed to keep his rising ardor in check. The last thing he wanted to do was end up with a rock-hard erection and a feeling of guilt about making her uncomfortable, which is exactly what happened last time.Fingers curling around his elbow and pulling downward changed that train of thought rather quickly.She moaned into the kiss as he squeezed her taut bottom. A moment later, her fingers glided around from his back, and downward. His grunt mingled with a high-pitched, surprised moan from her as she sat back to trace the hard contours beneath the denim.Her gaze lifted to meet his, and Glen surrendered to his desire, which he saw reflected in the depths of her emerald eyes. As he shifted on the couch and leaned over her, she reclined back. Still lost in her eyes, he hovered over her, one hand on the cushion next to her, and the other on the arm of the couch above. Melinda reached up to caress his cheek and parted her lips.He bent his elbows, delivering a series of soft kisses that brought another moan from the redhead. Then he tilted his head, finding first her jaw, and then her neck with his lips.“Oh, Glen,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.Continuing to trace kisses along her neck, he eventually made his way back to her lips once more. Fingers bunched up the material of his t-shirt, and a hard tug pulled it free of his jeans. Pulled by digits that glided up his chest, the material bunched below his neck and under his arms, giving her access to his bare, muscled chest.He tried to pull the shirt off the rest of the way, but discovered that it was impossible to do without leaving her lips. After another, far hungrier kiss, he sat up over his knees and pulled the shirt over his head. Once the material cleared his eyes, he saw Melinda tucking her elbow into the tail of her shirt in preparation to pull it over her head as well.He managed to pop open the button of his jeans before the sight of her breasts clad in only a lacy white bra with the nymph pendant and Celtic cross nestled between them took away all thoughts of removing his own clothing.Melinda’s head lolled back and she gasped when he kissed the upper swell of her right breast. A brush of his lips on the left globe followed, while he worked one hand beneath her back. An amused moan escaped her when his deft and knowing fingers popped the clasp of her bra in one quick pinch.Slipping down the first of the two straps, he kissed her shoulder where the strap had once resided. The other followed, and she lifted her arms, allowing him to continue pulling to fully reveal her breasts.She slid her hands up her body, eyeing him with desire as he tossed her bra over the back of the couch. Rosy pink ovals capped the large globes, culminating in slightly lighter pink buttons. She cupped her breasts at the end of her hands’ journey, her sultry expression one of unmistakable invitation.He was happy to accept.Dropping back down onto his hands, he slipped out his tongue and gave her nipple the lightest brush. She sucked in a sharp breath, only to let it out as a whimper when he blew a slow stream of air at the erect bud. She trembled from the chill, letting out another, pleading whimper soon after.Glen darted to the opposite nipple, washing it with his tongue as well. This time, he parted his lips and took the nub in.In a low, breathy voice, Melinda said, “Oh yes,” and moved one hand to the back of his head to tousle his hair.He worshiped her breasts with his mouth, tongue, and lips, teasing the pebbled flesh with steadily increasing enthusiasm. She began to writhe beneath him, which only spurred on greater efforts. Quiet sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips, broken by gasps brought on by his ministrations.A finger slipped into the V of the open button of his pants, making him groan when it pressed against the tip of his cock straining against the confining cloth. A tug on the tab pulled down his zipper, giving her better access to squeeze the hard organ.Concentrating on her right nipple, he sucked it hard and flicked it with his tongue. Melinda grasped his jeans, pushing down hard. At the same time – though he hadn’t even noticed her somehow removing her socks and shoes with only her feet to work with – her toes gripped the denim farther down his legs. When he switched to her opposite breast, he reached back to push on the waist of his jeans. Between the two of them, his jeans relented and bunched up at his thighs.The head of Glen’s cock poked free of his briefs in the tug of war with the jeans, and Melinda’s fingers brushed against it before he could brace his weight on both arms again. After the first touch, beylikdüzü escort she stretched the elastic away from his body and pushed it down, fully exposing the object of her desire.“So hard,” she moaned as her fingers closed around his naked manhood for the first time.The squeeze made him throb powerfully in her grasp, and Glen released her nipple to let out a groan. Feeling bound up by the stiff material around his legs, he rose up to his knees, and then swung his legs off the couch to get out of his jeans and shoes.Unnoticed, his cell began to vibrate in the pocket of his discarded jeans as they fell to the floor.Her eyes locked on his twitching organ, Melinda said, “It’s gorgeous,” as she sat up to work on the button and zipper of her jeans.Free of the last of his clothing, he bent down to slip his fingers beneath the waist of her jeans. She gave him a coquettish grin and lifted her bottom up from the cushions, letting him tug the denim down. The jeans were tight enough to take her panties with them, giving him a view of the fiery curls adorning her mound.She lifted her legs straight up, allowing him to slide the jeans and panties off. She then let her legs sink slowly back to the cushions and settled her left foot on the floor.Reaching out to glide her fingertips over his cock, she parted her legs a little wider and said, “I want you.”Drinking in the sight of her bared body, Glen said, “I want you too,” while kneeling down on the floor next to the couch.Glen slipped his head between her parted thighs, his mouth watering from the scent of her arousal. A triangle of curls pointed to thin, pink labia that looked almost too perfect to be real. Admiring her pussy wasn’t what he had in mind, though.A quake rolled through her body and she let out a quavering moan as a broad stroke of his tongue followed the length of her nether lips. The taste of her was intoxicating, though he’d gained but a hint so far. After his tongue slipped over her hood, he pressed it into the parting of her lips for a much better taste.“Oh yes. That feels so good, Glen.”His words hurried to hasten a return to her nectar, Glen responded, “You taste so sweet.”Her hands came to rest on the top of his head as he devoured her. No other word could describe the hungry swipes, probes, and wriggles of his tongue over her folds. Every twitch, whimper, and tightening of her fingers in his hair spurred him on to even greater efforts.“Oh. Oh yes. Please don’t stop.”In short order, her hands pressed down hard, holding him against her need while her hips lifted at the same time – not that he needed any encouragement. He could feel the muscles of her thighs contracting against his cheek, and took it as a signal to concentrate on her clit.“So close. Don’t stop. Oh yes. Baby, please.” The words grew louder and higher-pitched with every syllable.Glen locked his lips over her hood, sucking hard, and flicked the swollen bud beneath with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers fisted into his hair, pulling at the roots, and he knew she was almost there.“Ah! Ah! Ohhh! Oh my… Ahhh!” Her last cry tightened into a squeak, then deepened into a moan as she came on his tongue.He didn’t relent. He continued to lap for her juices as she trembled in orgasm, darting his tongue to her clit on occasion to draw sharp whimpers from her. She just kept coming and coming, until finally pushing him away with a pained sound. As soon as his tongue left her folds, she covered her quivering sex with one hand and clamped her thighs together.Glen grinned and caressed her butt as she curled up, still moaning and shivering. Her skin was flushed from the face all the way down to her breasts, which rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath.When her muscles finally relaxed and her eyes opened, he smiled at her and asked, “You okay?”Melinda nodded and let out a moan. “Wonderful. I thought… Thought it was never gonna stop. It was so good, but – ohhh!” She then crooked her finger to him and said, “Kiss me.”A series of soft pecks culminated in a long, deep kiss. Glen straightened his elbows to see her swallow and scrunch her nose up for a moment. Guessing that her throat was dry, he turned and grabbed the glass of water that she’d placed on the nearby table on the way through the house.She wriggled up into a seated position and accepted the glass. “Thank you,” she said before taking several drinks and handing the glass back.Glen turned his head to see where the table was while sitting the glass back down, and nearly dropped it when a soft hand curled around his erection.“Did I mention that you’re gorgeous?”He groaned from the feeling of her hand stroking his cock. “Have I told you that you’re beautiful? And unbelievably sexy?”She stroked him faster, letting out a long, aroused moan. When she released his erection, she put her hands beneath her and started sliding her bottom across the cushions.Glen scanned the floor, looking for his pants to grab the condom in his wallet, but just as he spotted them, Melinda’s hand wrapped around his cock again.“I need you. I need you deep inside me,” she said in a breathless voice while tugging on the convenient handle toward her parting legs.A moment of indecision flashed over him, but it didn’t last long. He assumed that she must be on the pill, and not worried about getting pregnant. Of course, she didn’t know that it wasn’t a possibility, anyway. Every member of his family had been conceived on Earth Day, and he had until midnight before that was an issue.As to the other potential risks, he felt that he could trust her, and the thought of slipping inside her for the first time unencumbered by a latex barrier set him to throbbing in her hand. He lifted his knee and settled it on the couch, hooking his thumb behind her knee at the same time to lift it higher and wider.Melinda looked over her breasts to watch him settle into position between her thighs. Glen pressed down on his erection with his thumb, and then settled the tip against her nether lips.She groaned and whispered, “Easy,” her eyes still fixed on him about to penetrate her.Giving his cock a few jiggles, he wetted the tip in her juices, and then pressed forward. Melinda cried out as the bulbous helmet popped into her canal, her head thumping back to the cushions again. Glen sighed, and then grunted, amazed by how hot, tight, and wet she felt. He pressed on, sliding into her inch by inch, reveling in every second.

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