Jazz looked at him from narrowed eyes. “He was the developer Teqi. I remembered him as soon as he appeared at that county planning meeting. The one you refused to attend. I still see no reason why you had to build this area up like this Andy…”
He smiled. “You would have preferred it if I just built one big house and left the rest of the area alone? No, I needed you to hate more then me Jasmine. And really, it has helped the area recover in a lot of ways, what I pay in taxes alone helps keep the library more funded then it was. Not to mention better police protection, fire department…”
Teqi saw her sister frown, but knew he was right, this town had been dying and the new construction had brought more then just new residents in, it had helped the economic growth of the whole county. “He’s right Jazz, and let it go at that. I’m still mad at you for scaring me so bad and as for you…” She turned her eyes to her son. “No video games for a week. You know better Hopper…”
Her son looked crestfallen. “Can she do that dad? I mean she is my mom, but can’t you over rule her or something?”
Andy chuckled. “Sorry son, I’m new at this game, and until I get my bearings I’ll leave that up to your mother. Now, why don’t you and the boys go play outside while I talk to her?” His eyes flickered to Jazz. “Preferably alone if you please Madame County Commissioner.”
Jazz shot him a dirty look. “That is Ms. to you Mr. Montrose. What the hell you saw in him Teqi is beyond me, but who am I to talk. Sit here, have your drink and I’ll take Hopper home with me tonight. I think you and Andy have some catching up to do.”
When they were alone, Teqi looked at Andy. “Who told Hopper you were his father?”
“I think he guessed, especially when he saw the den. There are a few family photos of me as a boy there, and there was no hiding the resemblance. I’ve spent most of the day answering his questions about when, why, the whole gambit. He’s a smart boy Teqi, you’ve done well with him, and I only wish I had been here to help. I would have if things hadn’t gone the way they did. Lord knows I’ve wanted to come back a hundred times, but never could for one reason or another. Then I got word about the Cove being put up for sale and I knew it was time I did. So, I bought the land, and sold lots to get the money back. But I always knew that my house, our house, would be over our cave…”
He reached out and stroked her face. “You still look as gorgeous as you did that night, if not even more so. I didn’t want to leave you, I even told dad so, but he was so damn stubborn about it all.” His eyes darkened. “I even felt guilty about his heart attack because he had it while we were arguing over you. I told him I didn’t want to go back to school, that I was going to come back and find you, going to find you and marry you. He kept calling me a fool. Then he just collapsed. To be honest, after that I tried to forget you for a while, but you kept coming back, and over the years I’ve tried to picture you married, happy with a good man and a house full of kids. But it never worked, I wanted you to be as alone and unhappy as I was. I almost danced with joy when Jazz told me after one of our debates that you were still single, but raising my son. I wanted to come see you, to tell you I hadn’t forgot, but she told me no, to wait until the hassles were over and done. That way it would be better for the commissioners and for me.”
Teqi smiled. “That sounds like my sister.” She rested against his shoulder as he put his arm around her. “You’re here now though, and while I am still angry at how you got me here, I am glad you did.”
Bending his head down, he looked at her. “So am I…” His mouth was hungry and Teqi felt his passion grow with each passing minute, her’s grew as well and when he put her hand on the front of his jeans, she began to caress his swollen cock. When he lifted his head, he smiled at her. “Come on, I want to show you something…”
“Is it something I’ve already seen once in my life?” She gave him an almost impish smile. Her body was already reacting to the memories his kiss had produced.
He chuckled. “Yeah, actually it is, but I think it needs to be seen again. I know I need to see it again.” Taking her hand he led her up a short stair case and into what had to be the master bedroom. On a king sized bed laid a black bikini. “You ran off so fast that it was left behind. My sister took it back to the hotel as a joke, when I found out, I took it away from her, and I’ve kept it all this time.” He smiled sheepishly as he began to unbutton her shirt. “I’ve had to wash it several times since then, so you’ll need to put it back on for a while to get your scent on it again.”
Teqi looked at him in surprise. “Andy? You haven’t been…”
His smile grew. “Oh yes I have. Almost constantly right after I left here, and now and then I still like to feel it and think of you in the cave while I jack off. It’s all I had honey, give me a break okay?” As she nodded, he grinned. “Then will you put it on for me? I remember how hard I got seeing you in it that day. I was torn between meeting the guy from the pier and working on some way to get you out of it before the sun went down.”
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Teqi looked at the bikini and considered. “It’s been twelve years; it may not fit the same. I’ve taken good care of myself, but still…” He was kissing her throat now as he slipped her shirt off her shoulders. “Andy, you’re not letting me think…”
“I know, come on, and try it on, I can be as stubborn as Jazz…” The threat in his voice was clear. “Or I could call and have her come back to help me convince you…”
The last thing Teqi wanted right then was her sister to come back to the house. “Oh god, okay, I’ll put it on.” Reaching it down, she scooped it up and headed in to what looked like a bathroom. “Be right back.”
“Can’t I watch?”
“No, not till I know how it fits, you’re going to have to suffer.” In the bathroom, she looked at the bikini and considered. Fine, she might as well, she decided finally. Undressing the rest of the way, she looked at her body in the full length mirror. Actually her body wasn’t much different, maybe even better since she had been running, working out at the gym, and watching her diet. She did know her breasts were bigger and as she put on the top, she knew that was true. It barely covered her now. The panties weren’t as bad. And when she came out, she found Andy lying on the bed, nude and looking as good as she remembered. “Uh, thinking ahead?”
He stroked himself and grinned, “wishful thinking?” His eyes moved up and down her body, and there was no missing his cock trying to expand even more. “Oh my god honey, yes. That is so hot; tell me does your pussy still get so hot and steamy?”
It was her turn to look up and down him. “Hmm, maybe you should find out for yourself.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. Scrambling off the bed, he pulled her to him and shoved his fingers into the bikini bottom. “Oh God yes, so much like a rainforest, but more bare…I like the deforestation.” His fingers slipped up and down her wet slit. Kissing her with a hunger she hadn’t felt since the first time they had been together, he shoved a finger into her pussy and began to finger fuck her roughly. “Oh my god Teqi, you’re so tight, I swear you’re tighter then you were the first time I fucked you. God, get on the bed, I been so hungry for you for so long.”
She laid back and he worked with fumbling fingers to pull the panties off her. Finally the fabric ripped and he tossed it aside. Teqi barely had time to breathe as he shoved both his thumb and finger into her pussy and ass at the same time while his lips clamped down on her clit. “Oooh my God Andy, yes, been so damn long…do it Andy, fuck me the way you did the first time.” She began pushing her pussy into his face and grabbing at his head to keep him there. It had been a while since she had played with herself and she felt her cum begin to build the harder he bit and finger fucked her two holes. “Oh Lord, Andy, yes, so good, so wonderful, I’d almost forgotten how wonderful this was…” She was getting so close now, her body remembering his touch and how he had made her feel. As the waves began to break over her, she arched her body and flooded his face. “Andy, I…I’m cumming…”
He jammed his finger into her harder and as she came he pulled them out quickly to replace his thumb with his cock. As with his fingers; he slammed his cock into her with out stopping; “how long baby, how long since you’ve felt a cock in you, it doesn’t matter, but I need to know.”
“Not since you fucked me Andy, there hasn’t been anyone but my fingers since you. Never met a man who made me feel the way you did.”
“Oh my god baby, so nice to hear, well that will change now, I’ve wanted you for so long and now I’ve got you again. I’m going to fill you every night for the rest of our lives, going to fuck this luscious pussy over and over. Oh lord, so fucking tight, I’m going crazy inside you. It feels so good grabbing at me.” He kissed her savagely and gripped her ass as he pounded harder and harder into her. When he was close, she felt him groan. “Yes baby, lift your ass to meet me, slam that pussy on to my boiling cock. I’m going to cum Teqi; I’m going to fill your pussy with my hot cum. Oh my fucking god, yes, here it come Teqi. I’m filling you with it, filling the only pussy I’ve ever really wanted these past years…”
Teqi felt her own body go over again and decided now was not the time to tell him they had done it again. Not having sex had given her no reason for birth control and he hadn’t bothered with a condom. Not that she was sure if she was in her fertile period. Well, they would know in about six weeks and if she was, well, they would worry about it then. In the mean time, she would revel in his love making and let Hopper get to know his father, but she was sure either way, they would finally be together.
The End
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Mercy Date
I ran the lint brush over my coat and turned to see if anything had stuck to my butt. Nope, all clean, so I adjusted my tie one last time and headed to the front door for my date with a teenager.
Yes, teenager. I, a 32 year old confirmed bachelor, had been talked into taking my neighbor’s eighteen year old granddaughter to her senior prom.
Rose had moved in with her grandparents when she was ten after her parents had been killed in a car wreck. I had moved into the house behind theirs a few years before, I frequently came over and helped them out. In payment, I got fresh vegetables from their garden and home cooking. I also helped her grandfather build out the basement to make room for her when she moved in.
As a result, she became very shy and tended to play a lot by herself. As she grew into a teenager, she became very studious and very, very geeky. Star Wars figures replaced her Barbie’s and WoW replaced a lot of social interaction. As a result, she was her class valedictorian, but she was still a social misfit and outcast.
I drove around the block to their house, parked and walked to the front door carrying a corsage (a purple orchid, her favorite flower and color). I screwed up my resolve and knocked. The night probably would be a short one and I could be home in time to go to the pub and hang with the guys.
The door swung wide and her grandfather greeted me with a strong handshake.
“George! Good to see you,” he said, “You clean up good!”
I chuckled “Martin, you see me every day in a suit headed for work,”
“Yep. But,” he gestured to my tux, “This is different. Rental?”
“Nope. Mine.”
“Always knew you were a classy guy,” he replied with a wink. Martin was incorrigible.
“Where’s Rose?”
“Oh, you know women. ELAINE! GEORGE IS HERE!”
I had to laugh. Subtle, Martin isn’t.
“Be down in a minute!” she yelled back as Martin and I talked about the baseball season.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement on the stairs, turned to look and didn’t immediately recognize the stunning young lady coming down the stairs as Rose.
She was wearing a deep purple velvet dress, amethyst choker, and flashing a lot of very shapely leg through a slit that ended just above mid thigh. As she reached the landing, I saw that the dress scooped low enough in the front to more than hint at her cleavage. This was the first time I had seen her in makeup and she looked nothing like the gawky teenager I had seen last week headed for school.
She turned, showing that the dress scooped a lot lower in the back than the front.
She looked at me expectantly and staring into her deep brown eyes I realized that her glasses were gone and she had a new, shorter haircut that made her look more sophisticated than when it was long. My God, she was stunning.
“Rose, I-” I stammered, “You’re beautiful.”
She blushed and I finally noticed her grandmother standing behind her, beaming.
“As a graduation present we let her have lasik and for the prom I took her to a really fancy salon in Buckhead,” She said, “I think they did a good job, but it was only uncovering what was already there.”
“Definitely,” I replied still unable to believe that she was Rose. I remembered the corsage I was holding and held it up for her to see. Her deep brown eyes lit up at when she saw the orchid.
“Mr. Turner,” she said, “It’s beautiful,”
“George,” I said as I opened the box and slipped it onto her left wrist, “Call me George.”
“Yep,” said Martin, “Otherwise, people are going to look at you funny if you call your date mister,” She smiled and blushed again.
“Ready?” I asked, offering her my arm. Slipping her hand in mine, we headed for the door when her grandmother called out, “Picture! Almost forgot,”
She snapped a few pictures and beamed at us, “Such a good-looking couple.”
When we walked out and she saw my car, she exclaimed, “Wow! When did you get this?”
“Just took delivery this week. Like?” she nodded.
I opened her door for her and she slid into the leather seat, her legs showing nicely. I walked around to my side, still disbelieving that this was Rose as I slid into my seat.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she said as we backed out of the driveway, “It would have been fine if I didn’t go,”
“Don’t be silly,” I replied as I kept glancing over to her. Her dress had fallen away from her legs so I had an excellent view of them. (If I didn’t drive off the road in distraction.)
“Grandma insisted that I go. She said that I would regret it later if I didn’t, so I made her a deal that I would go if she found me a date.”
“And she picked me,” I said.
“Yes,” she replied, blushing again, “She said that you would be a gentleman,”
I chuckled. Obviously she had never met some of the women I had dated or picked up. My bed had been empty for several months and I had been planning on filling it tonight if I was lucky at the bar, but now I wasn’t so sure about going. Even if I couldn’t take her to bed (Elane and Martin’s granddaughter! I yelled at myself in my head), having the company of a beautiful woman was definitely worth the time.
So I wasn’t quite ready for what she said next, “You see me in shorts all the time, why do you keep looking at my legs?”
I started at that, I wasn’t expecting to get caught looking and for some reason her legs in shorts didn’t look as good as they did now.
“Um,” I said, “It’s different this time,”
“Why?” she asked and I looked over to see if she was serious. She was. I started to wonder if she had gotten “The Talk” from her grandparents.
“You, ah, are wearing a dress and you’re going on a date and-”
“Oh, this is about sex, right?”
For the second time in two minutes she startled me, “Haven’t your grandparents talked to you about it?”
“Oh yes,” she said dismissively, “Be careful, don’t have sex until you get married, blah, blah, blah. Everything else I learned from the internet.”
And I knew what stuff she could find on the web, “Where did you look?”
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“Kinsey Institute, John Hopkins has a good site, and the British Health Service is really good.”
“You never Googled ‘sex’?”
“Yes,” she said, making a face, “It sent me to porn sites that didn’t explain anything. I almost didn’t let grandma get me these heels because of it,” She wiggled her foot, which I found it vaguely erotic.
“Why?”
“It looked painful and they wore them all the time, even in bed.”
I laughed, “You know that’s not what really happens.”
“Yes,” she laughed, “Now I do. For a year I thought women wore them when having sex.”
“Only if they don’t get around to taking them off,” I replied with a grin.
“Huh?”
Oh boy. “If they are in too much of a hurry and they forget or don’t care,”
“Why would they…” she said before her eyes went wide and she turned beet red, “Oh!”
“Sorry about the image,” I said laughing.
“It’s okay,” she replied, “I mean, I’ve always thought of you as Mr. Turner, who lives behind us. Now, I have to think of you as a man with way more experience than me.”
“Just think of me as George, your date tonight. That might make it simpler.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile, “Do my legs really look nice?”
“Oh yes, yes they do,”
“Good. The lady at the spa waxed them and then gave me a Brazilian,”
That caused me to jerk the wheel. Quickly, I made sure there were no cars near us and I looked over at her again.
“A Brazilian?” I asked, knowing full well what one was.
“Yeah,” she replied, indicating with her hands a “V” shape in her lap, “They waxed my bikini line and then went, er, further back. What’s wrong?”
I had turned back to the road and was muttering under my breath, “granddaughter, granddaughter, granddaughter. Uh nothing. I was just a little, ah, taken aback by your description.”
“Oh, dammit,” she said still turning red, but a little angrily.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I just keep blathering on about things that I shouldn’t and it’s embarrassing you,” she replied, “I’ll never get a boyfriend if I don’t shut my mouth.”
Not thinking, I reached over and patted her on her thigh, “Don’t worry, you can talk to me any way you want to.”
“Thank you,” she said and put her hand over mine, keeping it on her thigh.
We drove the rest of the way to the restaurant in silence and I really believe that she didn’t realize the effect it was having on me. As we pulled up to the restaurant, I managed the wheel one handed so I didn’t disturb the other.
“Where are we?”
“A nice Italian place I know of that probably won’t get much prom traffic.”
I parked near the entrance and as I opened my door, I felt her smooth leg for the first time as my hand slid off. Heaven had to feel this soft. I opened her door, helping her out and this time when I offered her my arm, she took it and walked with me, closely pressed to my side. Oh well, I thought, I guess I’ll just be a dirty old man tonight. But DO NOT have sex with her!
With that final admonition echoing in my head, we entered the restaurant. Being a semi regular, Tony the maitre’d greeted us and seated us quickly. I two glasses of Chianti along with an appetizer once the waiter came over.
“Wine?” she whispered after he left, “I’m not 21.”
“I know,” I replied, “But have just one glass with dinner. Italian food doesn’t taste right to me without red wine.”
“Okay, I’m in your hands tonight.” She said with a smile which battered away at my dirty old man limits I had set ten minutes before.
Once the wine arrived, she sipped it and made a face.
“You drink this?”
“It’s an acquired taste,” I replied savoring the wine.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll go past this glass then.”
True to her word, by the time the appetizer arrived, she had barely touched it. And with the entrée’s she didn’t have any.
Mind, there was no intention to get her drunk at all. No, she was dressed so sophistically the waiter and maitre’d never questioned her age. Plus, she didn’t talk like a teenager; Our conversation ran from current events, politics, and movies, always thoughtful and intelligent. Her age soon slipped to the back of my mind.
“If you will excuse me for a moment,” she said as the dessert plates were cleared away, “I need to go to the ladies room.”
I watched as she headed to the restroom, noticing that the dress clung to her butt in a way that *should* have shown the outline of her underwear. It didn’t. I noticed that Tony had come over and was standing beside me after she had entered the ladies room.
“George, where did you find her?”
“Oh, she lives in my neighborhood,”
“Man, I gotta move to your hood,” he said wistfully, “She’s something else,”
“Yeah, she is. She’s constantly surprising me, making me rethink my first thoughts,”
“And those were?”
I hesitated a moment, telling Tony her age was not a good idea.
“Beauty and no brains,” I replied, “She was her class’s valedictorian. Had a perfect SAT score,”
“So, she’s in school?”
“Yes,” I said thinking quickly, “But she’s changing come fall. Not sure where she is going to go. I hope its close by,” I surprised myself by genuinely wanting that.
“Good luck on that,” he said.
“Good luck on what?” Rose said. We both didn’t hear her walk up.
“Good luck on your choice of school,” I said quickly and Tony nodded.
“Thank you,” she replied, “I’m still thinking on it.”
“Talk to you later,” Tony said to me before turning to Rose and gently taking her hand, “It was very nice meeting you. I hope he brings you back soon,”
She blushed and replied, “Thank you. I hope he does too,”
After I paid the bill and we were outside, I asked her “Did you mean that? About coming back with me?”
She put her arm in mine and said shyly, “Only if you want to,”
I slipped my arm around her waist as we walked to my car, “Of course I do. But there may be complications,”
“I know,” she said as I opened her door and helped her in.
My mind was racing as I walked around to my door and got in. I knew then that we were going to go out again and that the resolve I made around her age was crumbling. I looked at her after I got in and on impulse; I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers.
She hesitated a split second, then sighing she leaned into the kiss. My lips parted and my tongue slipped gently into her mouth as my hand slid around the back of her neck to pull her closer. For a moment, she didn’t seem to know what to do; then she let her tongue slide over mine and into my mouth. I felt her hand was rubbing my leg, drawing closer and closer to my crotch where my cock had made a tent of my tuxedo trousers and I debated what to do next. Breaking away from our kiss, she moved her mouth to my ear where she kissed and licked it before whispering to me.
“What do we do next?”
I answered by moving her hand onto my cock and she started squeezing it. I let my hand follow the inside of her thigh and under her dress. Her breath quickened as I slid it against her panties and she let out a soft moan as I pressed against them. They were damp and I felt the heat coming from underneath as my fingers slowly rubbed up and down. Her head was buried in my shoulder and I felt her breath coming quicker and quicker as she squeezed my cock with her hand. I was about to slide my fingers underneath her panties when suddenly a car horn started honking nearby and there was a lot of shouting and whistling.
Startled, we looked around frantically and saw a pickup of teenagers that had stopped in front of us and were yelling at us, giving us the thumbs up. Rose gasped, jerking back from me and hid her face in her lap.
“Shit,” I growled as I started the car and backed out. Rose kept her head down until after we were out of the parking lot and on the road. I reached over and caressed her shoulder.
“Hey,” I whispered, “They’re gone,” She looked up and I could see she was crying.
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“Really?” she sniffed. Slowly she sat back up, taking my hand in hers. I squeezed it tightly.
“Really,” I replied, “Sweetheart, they were just stupid teenagers,”
She laughed, “I’m a stupid teenager,”
“Teenager, yes. Stupid, no. And you won’t be a teenager forever.” I said, taking her hand to kiss it.
She giggled, a pleasant sound to hear, and then looked at me funny.
“What’s wrong?”
“You called me ‘sweetheart’.”
“Yes, yes I did.”
“Why?”
“I call all women I care about sweetheart.”
She blushed then pulled the visor down, opened the vanity mirror and frowned in annoyance. Taking her purse, she pulled out a compact and a tube of lipstick then started fixing what I messed up.
Scratching my nose, I caught her scent on my fingers and realized how close I had come. I sniffed once more to savor it and let my hand drop to the console between us. She reached over, took it, and put it back on her thigh again.
“I like the feel of you touching me,” she said shyly.
“I like touching you,” I replied, letting my fingers stroke her skin, curving around inside her thigh and underneath. She finished fixing her makeup and leaned back with a sigh of pleasure. We drove that way for a while, my hand stroking her leg but not going higher than the slit of the dress.
“George?”
“Yes?”
“What are we doing?”
I thought for a moment and then asked, “What do you mean?”
“Us. What happened in the parking lot.”
“We were kissing,”
“We were doing a lot more than that,”
“I know. Did I go too far?”
“Maybe. Then maybe I went too far.”
“What do you want to do?” I asked, fearing the answer.
“What I want to do? Or what I want you to do?” My heart stopped for a moment.
“Either,” I said.
She didn’t answer, but she took my hand and moved it slowly higher and under her dress, pressing my fingers against her panties again. I began to stroke them slowly, gliding up and down, then tracing the edge of the fabric all the way around. I glanced over at her; her eyes were half closed, but fluttering. Her mouth was open, tongue darting in and out. I could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. She lifted her hips, pressing herself against my hand and I pushed gently into the fabric, feeling her folds part under my finger. She gasped and grabbed the armrests tightly.
“Take them off,” I said softly.
She nodded, put her hands underneath her dress, pulled her underwear down to her ankles, and slid them over her shoes. I could see that it was a white satin thong before she let it fall to the floor. I put my hand back under her dress and against her pussy again. It was slippery with her fluids and I stroked it, smearing my hand with them. Her skin, smooth under my fingers, was soft to the touch. Roaming upward, the expected tuft of hair was missing. She answered my unspoken question in a husky whisper.
“She gave me a choice and I went smooth just to see what it felt like,”
“And it feels like?” My fingers slid back down and between her mound.
“I’m never going back if I can help it,” She gasped then let out a yelp as my finger slid inside her. I moved it up and across the tiny bud at the top, making her jerk as I drew it back and forth.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Ohhhh!” she gasped out, her hips lifted off the seat to get more contact with my hand. Suddenly she went rigid for a moment, twitched once, twice, a third and then fell back onto the seat. I removed my hand, bringing it to my nose to better smell her scent, which had filled the car. Heaven. I licked a finger, savoring the salty taste of her, wanting to do the same thing with my tongue.
She sat there, breathing deeply with her eyes closed as we drove down the freeway, streetlights shining in and making interesting shadows. I could see her chest rising and falling with her nipples poking through the dark velvet, making me think about what they would feel and taste like.
“Only my doctor and I have touched me there,” she finally said.
“Did you like it?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” she laughed.
“Oh yes,” I replied, “What are you thinking?” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her looking out the window.
“Do you really want to know?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
“I just had the single most pleasurable experience in my life happen to me, I want more and it scares me,”
I nodded, carefully putting my hand back on her thigh again. She covered it with her and gently stroked my fingers.
“I’m on my way to one of the biggest events of high school and I’m terrified,”
“Why? We can go do something else or go home.”
She glanced over at me, then down at her lap and our hands.
“I have to be there, I promised Grandma I would go and try to have a good time and I can’t look her in the eye and lie,” she said, “Which means if she asked me about us, I-I don’t know if I could-.” Her hand tightened on mine.
“I’m valedictorian and the ass that’s our student president wants me to say something so I can embarrass myself.”
“Has he seen you recently?”
She smiled, “No. I think he is in for a surprise.”
“Anything else on your mind?”
“I think that’s enough!” she laughed.
“Okay, here’s what I think we should do,” I said.
“We go to the prom and don’t tell anyone we don’t have to about your makeover,” she nodded, “Make your speech short and sweet. Two or three sentences,” she nodded again, “We worry about telling your grandmother later.”
She nodded then said, “What about us?”
“What happens happens and I treat you like the lady that you are. In bed and out of it,”
“What if I find out that I like something weird, like being called a whore, spanking or being tied up?”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve seen websites on it, but I didn’t understand it.”
“Then if it takes me bending you over my knee, paddling your ass, and calling you a filthy little whore to make you happy, I’ll do it.”
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“I don’t think I’ll want you to do that,” She laughed and then asked, “Have you done that?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, “Had a girlfriend once that loved to dress up like a school girl and tell me how bad she was, and then I’d spank her.”
“Wow. Did you like doing that?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I replied as I hunted for the correct exit. We were almost there, a big downtown hotel.
“What else did you do?”
“Um, she liked to go down on me in places we could get caught or tie her up and come on her face or tits.”
“Really? Did you do that with other girlfriends?”
“No, not all that. Mostly vanilla sex, but the very, very good vanilla.”
She didn’t reply, so I said “Rose?”
“Yes?” she said, sounding distracted.
“Are you alright?”
“Huh? Oh yes, I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“Oh? What are you thinking about?”
“You sure you want to know?” she asked teasingly.
“Yes, I want to know.”
“Well, I might like the school girl thing and I might like the spanking, but I don’t think I’d care for you ejaculating on me.”
I laughed, “I’ll keep that in mind. Just to be clear, where can I?”
We had just pulled into the drive for the hotel and I angled for the valet. A man hurried out and opened her door for her as I got out. I tipped him well and took her arm as we entered the hotel.
“You haven’t answered,” I whispered as we got on the escalator going downstairs.
“I know,” she whispered back, “I was thinking that if I let you ejaculate in my vagina or my mouth, what’s the difference if it’s on my skin?”
That took me aback a bit so I stopped and turned her to me.
“I will do whatever you want me to do,” I said then kissed her long enough to get a couple of stares from the people at the registration table.
“Oh, I’m your friend George, who is 21 and goes to Tech,” she looked at me quizzically.
“So, I’m not your 32 year old neighbor who is lecherously taking advantage of you.”
“Oh, okay. Makes perfect sense.”
We walked up to the table in front of the ballroom to a young lady who, while very cute, made a bit too much of an effort in the makeup department.
“Hi!” she said, “Name?”
“Cathy,” Rose said, “It’s me, Rose.”
Cathy’s eyes got huge and her mouth hung open for a moment. It was nice to see her classmates had a similar reaction to mine.
“Rose?” she managed to get out, “Wow, you look fantastic! What did you do? And who is this?”
" This is my friend George, who I met while taking a course at Tech last quarter," she replied smiling, “And grandma took me to a fancy spa and let me have lasik.”
“A spa did this?” she said indicating her new look.
“I like to think all they did was uncover what was always there,” I said smiling.
“Well, I’d like them to uncover it on me,” Cathy joked as she signed us in, “Here are your programs and… Oh, Rose, Chad was looking for you.”
“Wonderful,” she muttered.
“Chad?” I asked.
“Senior class president,” she replied.
“Oh.”
“Say,” said Cathy, “Rose has sat next to me for years in homeroom and I didn’t recognize her. Why should a self centered jerk like Chad?”
An evil look dawned Rose’s face, “Just tell him I’m here, nothing else.”
“Oh, I like that,” replied Cathy.
“Restroom?” she asked and Cathy pointed to the area behind the escalator we came down.
“I need to, ah, powder my nose,” she said.
“And I need to, ah, adjust things,”
She giggled, “Adjust?”
“Yes,” I replied with a straight face, “I’m still a little, shall we say, turgid.”
“Oh really? I’ll have to see how turgid later,” she said before giving me a quick kiss and turning into the ladies room. She had a nice sway to her butt that I hadn’t noticed before. Smiling I went into the men’s room, where I picked the first stall open where I could rearrange myself. There were several other guys in there, who were obviously there for the prom. Another came in just after I closed the stall.
“Jake! You gotta see this check out here!”
“Who is she?”
“I don’t know, but Steve thinks he’s seen her somewhere at school.”
“Yeah? And?”
“Long brown hair, nice tits, and an ass you could crack an egg on.”
It was hard to keep from laughing out loud. I heard them file out, so I hurried up and finished so I could be there when Rose came out of the ladies room.
Outside, they were milling around the foyer, trying to look like they were supposed to be there and failing miserably. I stood where Rose and I parted, waiting. I didn’t have to wait long.
She came out and as soon as came up to me, she smiled and gave me a kiss. I could feel the eyes of all the guys (kids, they were kids) from the men’s room looking. I couldn’t help myself, I laughed out loud.
“What’s funny?”
“You have a pack of admirers over there,” I said, jerking my head in their direction. Rose looked over at them.
“It’s a bunch of the football players,” she said with not a little distaste, “and they are trying to look like they’re not looking at us.”
I took her arm and guided her to the ballroom, “Let them look,” I said.
We took a couple of steps before she remembered something.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
“What?”
“Remember what I took off in the car?”
“Yes?”
“It’s still there,” she said with an innocent smile.
“Well then,” I replied, “Let’s hope this is the start of a trend.” She laughed out loud and we entered the ballroom.
Inside, it was dim with decorations everywhere that I assumed were the school colors. In the center was a dance floor, full of people, and off to either side were banquet rounds with people at them drinking and eating. We headed over to where the food, soft drinks, and a giant fountain of punch. I started to get us a couple of cups, when I smelled something familiar, so I took a sip first before giving it to Rose. Yep, someone had already spiked the punch. Did a good job too as it was barely there. But something like 151 Rum or Everclear, blended well if it wasn’t overdone, so a couple of glasses and you would be fine. More, you might end up getting smashed. I grabbed a couple of cokes instead making Rose look at me curiously.
“It’s been spiked with booze,” I said into her ear. No whispering in here.
We began to walk around; occasionally Rose would wave at someone who would look at her curiously and wave back. She got quite a few lingering looks from guys (and a few girls), but no one had caught on, until she ran into one of the chaperones.
“Rose?” said a woman about my age. An attractive woman too.
“Miss Pierce?”
“Wow! It is you,” she said with admiration, “What happened?”
I squeezed her hand and said, “Just uncovering what was already there,”
She looked at me curiously, “And this is?”
“This is George, a friend I met when I did some work at Tech,” I extended my hand.
“Really?” She took it with a gentle squeeze and I realized that she guessed that I was definitely older, but by how much?
“Yes,” I replied, “I just started my junior year when we met. I helped her figure out the library.” It didn’t hurt that I had graduated from Tech and recently spent time there with a client.
“It can be confusing, can’t it?” She laughed, “But where do I know you from? You look a little familiar.”
Whups. “I have a brother and we’ve been told that we look alike,”
“Maybe,” she replied, “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. You two have fun.”
The lights dimmed, and a slow song started to play. I took Rose’s hand and led her to the dance floor.
“I don’t know how to dance!”
“Don’t worry, that’s why they call it ’leading’” I reassured her, “Besides, it isn’t a prom if you don’t dance.”
A crowd soon grew around us of her classmates, each one dancing so close to their partners it bordered on public sex. Rose glanced around nervously at first then realized that everyone else was only interested in their partner. One couple glided past us, with the girls hand down his pants. Gradually, Rose relaxed and melted against me, head resting on my chest. Sliding my arm around her waist, I pulled her closer and let my fingers play underneath the edge of her dress, tracing the sensitive area on her ribcage. My cock was somewhere under her belly button, hard as a rock.
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“I can feel you,” she sighed, “I bet if I could stand on my toes, it would slide right in so we could dance and make love.”
An image played in my head of us dancing, with me deep inside of her and she coming. Impractical since she’s at least a foot shorter than I am, but a nice image nonetheless.
“Oh! What happened?”
“I don’t know, what was it?”
“I felt you twitch!” she replied, then purred, “And it feels harder.”
“We need to go soon,”
“Yes and I think I’ll – “just then we were interrupted by the song ending and someone getting on the stage next to the DJ.
“Hi everybody!” he exclaimed, “Having a good time?”
I didn’t need her to confirm it, it had to be Chad. I’ll give him this much, he was going to make a good salesman one day; he worked the crowd like a pro. I hated him already because he was delaying Rose and I leaving.
“But first, I would like to invite our own Rose Phillips up to give us a few words of encouragement as our valedictorian!”
There was a smattering of applause and a few snickers from some obvious jocks. Rose and I worked our way to the side of the stage opposite Chad. The little prick had the hotel put the stairs on the opposite side from the DJ so whoever got onstage had to walk all the way across. He was still searching the crowd for her when we reached the stairs.
“Rooose? Where are you?” he called, mockingly “Bathroom maybe?”
I kissed her, “Short and sweet, he’s about to get himself hung,” and she climbed the stairs.
Chad was looking in the wrong direction when she stepped out into the light. There was a gasp from someone in the front row as Rose strode confidently across the stage, legs flashing, eyes bright, with a huge smile. Chad turned around to see what was going on and for a moment, looked past Rose then a look of stunned recognition went across his face followed by the horror that he had fucked up. Royally.
“Thank you Chad,” she said as she took the microphone from his limp fingers.
“An old friend told me that things often are just below the surface and a shallow scratch is all that it takes to bring them to light. I encourage you to make that scratch to see what’s hiding in you; it might be something beyond your wildest dreams. Thank you.”
She handed the mike back to him, it almost slipping from his fingers. As she strode back across the stage, a smattering of clapping soon rose to a crescendo. As she stepped off the stage, her hand in mine, she was blushing the deepest red I had seen on her. People were all around her, clapping and give her congratulations. Apparently, Chad’s comeuppance had been long awaited.
Cathy and Miss Pierce were beside us and helped us get to a table away from the crowd, which was giving Chad something a little more than a mild jeering. Give him credit, he recovered, but he had taken this one on the chin.
“Have a seat,” Miss Pierce offered to us (Why was the name Molly coming to mind?)
“I need to go to the ladies room,” said Rose, “That was a little intense.”
“I’ll go with you,” Cathy replied.
After they left, Miss Pierce turned to me, “So, George, “she said with an eyebrow up, “Dating in high school now?”
“Hi Molly,” I replied. Graves, Molly Graves. She had been married to a guy I used to work with, Carl. Just after their separation we ran into each other at a bar, got plastered, and ended up at my old apartment, “What’s it been? Ten years?”
“Nine,” she replied, “And you never called.”
“Well, Carl made it clear shortly after that if I went near you, divorce or no, I was a dead man.”
“That’s Carl,” She sighed, “Now, explain this.”
“You know she lost her parents eight years ago?” she nodded, “She lives behind me and her grandmother talked me into taking here.”
“No other reasons?”
“I swear, the first time I saw her like this was when she walked down the stairs at six this evening,” I said, “I expected the wilting flower I saw all the time and I had made plans to go to out later with the guys.”
“It doesn’t seem like you’re going out later with the guys.”
“No, I’m not. She’s more sophisticated than you might think and I’m enjoying her company.”
“And nothing else?”
I shrugged, “Her grandfather is a lifetime member of the NRA. I best not mess up.”
She eyed me critically, “She’s of age, but technically she’s in school for 2 more weeks, so don’t screw up,” She said waggling her finger at me, then surprising me, she continued, “She’s also a sweetheart of a girl and I don’t want her hurt.”
I held up two fingers, “Scouts honor,”
“Good,” she said, then took out a pen and a card, “When she gets tired of a geriatric, call me.” She scribbled her number and email onto it. I was a little dumbfounded, but slipped it into my wallet after giving her my card. I saw Rose walking back with Cathy and a few hanger-on’s.
Molly stood, then leaned over to whisper in my ear,“Or if you both want company.”
I jerked my head around, she had already started to walk away, but I did catch a lingering look she gave Rose. Molly, Molly, Molly…
I stood as they reached the table and Rose flowed into my embrace. No doubts anymore, I kissed her in front of her classmates.
“What now?” she asked.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I said as I led her away from the table.
Outside, I glanced around before telling her about Molly, how I knew her, and how she had left it with us.
“Us,” she said as we walked, “Both of us?”
“That’s usually what they mean,” I answered, “What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “I mean, I’ve never had sex before, and so I just don’t know.”
We had walked around the foyer of the ballroom and the upstairs, ending up behind a bank of elevators in front of one of the hotel’s offices. ‘Executive Office’ said the sign on the door.
“Let’s worry about her later,” I said before pulling her to me, kissing her hard. In moments, our hands were roaming over each other, and her hands found my cock.
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“Oh, you poor dear,” she whispered to me, as she rubbed me through my trousers, “What can we do for you?”
I thought quickly and tried the door to the office; it swung in, unlocked. I pulled her inside and we were in the middle of a small dimly lit foyer with a hallway off to the left. Locking the door, I tried several other doors until I reached one that said: ‘General Manager’, which opened. “After you,” I said with a grand sweep of my arms.
The office occupied a corner of the building, giving it a nice view of the immediate downtown area. Rose was looking down on the city when I came up behind her, after locking the door behind us.
She pressed back into me, my erection nestling in her ass, and my hands slid up to cup her breasts. She moaned, as I gently squeezed them, teasing her nipples with my fingers.
“Wait,” she whispered, stepping away from me. Framed in the city light, I could see her unzip her dress down the side, letting it drop to the floor. Naked she stood there, breasts silhouetted high nipples hard, perfect stomach with just a slight little pooch (which I adored in a woman), merging into her smooth pubes.
“See,” she whispered, “I’m not beautiful,”
“Shh,” I said, kissing and leading her over to the couch. I began kissing her, starting with her lips, moving down her neck to her breasts. Kissing all around I slowly worked my way to the nipple, sucking it in slowly while I played with the other with my fingers. Soft moans escaped her throat, as I kissed and sucked, playing with her nipples with my tongue and fingers. I could have stayed there for hours, but I had an even better destination in mind. Continuing to kiss her, I moved away from her breasts, moving lower.
“Oh, don’t stop,” she begged me.
“Hush,” I said, putting a finger to her lips. She nipped at it and sucked in a knuckle.
Encircling her waist with my arms, I pulled her up to me as I reached the spot below her navel. Her breathing was getting shorter, her body remembering what had happened in the car earlier. Reaching the top of her mound, I let my tongue slide over its perfect smoothness. I had never gone down on a woman this bare before. Sliding further down, I licked my way around to the cleft between her pussy and her thighs. Sticking my tongue in, I got a gasp and another of her soft moans. There was no point in teasing her, she didn’t know what was about to happen. I slipped my tongue between her lips and licked upward.
She gasped, elevating her hips as if to get more contact with me. Holding her thighs, I slid a finger in followed by my tongue and enjoyed the best pussy I had ever had before. I licked and sucked my way, sliding my tongue in deep followed by a flick at her clit. She jumped and bucked underneath me, hands grasping at the couch to hold on.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, “Oh don’t, no-no-no-no, AH.” She arched her back, holding it there as she twitched. I felt a small flood of juice from her pussy coat my tongue as she came, then she fell back panting.
She laid there for a few moments, eyes closed, just breathing. I leaned over, kissed her and she responded hungrily, pulling my mouth to hers as her hands fumbled at my fly.
“Is this what a woman tastes like?” she husked as my pants were pushed to the floor and kicked away.
“Uh huh,” I said as I shucked my underwear off, “But another woman might taste a little different.”
“Mm hm,” she replied and moved me into a sitting position with her between my legs and my cock at full attention.
At first she just looked at it, rolling it in her hands and finally licking the precum off the tip.
“Not bad,” she said, “I have one request,”
“Name it,” I wasn’t going to say no to a beautiful woman between my legs and holding my cock.
“I am not losing my virginity on a couch in a hotel,” she said matter of factly, “A bed, a real bed.”
“Strangely enough, there’s one at my house,”
“Good,” she then licked from bottom to top, like an ice cream cone, then she stopped at the top and slid her mouth down over me. It was only a short way, but it felt like she was taking me all in. Leaning back, I grabbed at the couch for purchase as she licked and sucked on me over and over.
“Rose, I – " said trying to warn her. She engulfed the head with her mouth just in time and I erupted into it. She wasn’t quite ready, a big drop slid down the side, but she kept at it until I collapsed back on the couch panting. She then licked it off the side of my cock, cleaning me off completely.
“Was that good?” she asked.
“Perfect,” I panted, “Did you like it?”
She licked her lips first then said, “I like your flavor, but I can see that it might be an acquired taste.” I laughed.
“C’mon,” I said looking for my underwear, “I have someone to go make love to,”
I helped her get back into her dress; she shivered as I pulled the zipper up and then I unlocked the door.
Outside, the hall was still dim and we quickly made our way back to the door. There was a peephole in it which I peered through, seeing no-one. We were out the door and over to the garage elevators in a few seconds. We had just stepped up to it when it opened and Molly stepped out.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, “George, Rose, I thought you had left.”
“No, we were just on our way –“I was cut off in mid sentence by Rose stepping forward and kissing Molly full on the mouth. Molly just stood there in total shock as Rose kissed her hard. After a moment, Rose broke away.
“Miss Pierce,” she said in a little girl voice, “Call us after my birthday on the sixth of June, please.”
We entered the elevator, Molly just staring at us. After a moment, she nodded.
“And that’s what George and I both taste like,” Rose said as the doors closed. The last thing I saw was her hands go to her mouth.
For a moment, nothing happened; we just stood there as the elevator started down.
Rose burst out, “Oh my God! I just kissed Miss Pierce!”
I nodded, “And you propositioned her too,”
“I have her class on Monday! What am I going to do?”
The doors opened and we stepped out into the motor lobby, “One thing at a time, my dear, one thing at a time,”
She was still fretting about it when we pulled out of the hotel, so when we stopped at a light (traffic was unusually heavy downtown for some reason) I asked her why did she do it?
“I don’t know,” she said, “It just seemed like something I wanted to do,”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes,”
“What was it like?”
“She was,” she said thoughtfully, “Soft. Very soft,”
“Good, what else?”
“She smelled real nice, not like you. I like the way you smell. She was different, an almost flower smell.”
“Lavender,” I said.
“Yes! That’s it, how did you – Oh.” I motioned for her to go on, “But your smell was there too, it made it right somehow.”
She squirmed a bit in her seat and I was glad of the tinting on the windows; Her nipples were poking through the fabric of her gown and her hand was slipping slowly towards them. I had to shift myself to find a better position.
“What did she taste like?”
“Sweet, but in a weird way. There was another flavor, like when I kissed you after you, uh kissed me, and- “She turned to me with a shocked look on her face, “She’d been, been, OH! What’s the word?”
“Cunnilingus, but going down works as well,” I replied, “So she had been…?”
She nodded, “Wow, I wonder who it was?”
“How was the kiss? You said soft,”
“Her lips were very soft, I could feel her tongue with mine,” she said dreamily, I saw a hand slip under her dress and cup a breast, “She wanted to really respond, I could tell, but she was holding back,” My hand was on her thigh, rubbing slowly.
“What did you want her to do?” I asked as my hand slid up to her naked pussy. She gasped and squeezed her breast hard as I touched her.
“I want her here!” she groaned, her hand pushing mine against her pussy, “Oh, I want to feel her tasting me there, I want to taste her, ohhh…” She took her hand from between her legs and began to fumble with my zipper. I stopped and gave her a little help before she pushed my fingers back to where they were, with her left hand on my cock stroking it slowly.
“Lick your hand,” I said as friction built up, “I need a little lubrication,”
She took her hand away and licked it from palm to fingertips, then resumed stroking me again. Immediately, I jumped to rock hard attention, a soft moan coming from my throat.
“Slow,” she whispered, “This feels so good,” I slid my fingers between her folds, dragging them slowly up and down. It only took a few minutes until she gasped and shivered as she came; I backed off and she shook her head.
“No, keep going. Feels sooo good.” She shivered again as I touched her, but she didn’t come, just moaned as she rode the wave of pleasure.
“You’re leaking,” she whispered. I glanced down and saw a gleam of moisture.
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“It’s called pre-cum,” I said, “Happens when men get excited,”
She licked her fingers, “Tastes the same,” she said wrapping her hand around my cock again. I grunted as she glided over the extra sensitive head; I had already come, otherwise I would have shot all over her hand.
“I would like Molly for my birthday present,” she said, “Can she go out with us?”
Molly for a present? “I’ll see what I can do, but she may not come,”
“Try for me, please.”
“Okay,” I replied, “Rose, I’m real close.” I had already braced myself and she leaned over, taking my cock into her warm mouth. That was all I needed, I gasped and let go, shooting into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing, keeping up with the surges of cum, and then licking around the head, cleaning it. Carefully she tucked it back into my pants and zipped me up.
“I like that,” she said, “Do all men taste the same?”
I laughed, “Honey, I wouldn’t know.”
“Oh,” she replied, “You wouldn’t, would you. Would Molly know?”
“If I can get her to the party, you can ask her.”
“I will. And I’ll think up some more questions for her; you know, girl stuff,”
We pulled off the interstate, then drove the short distance to our neighborhood.
“What now?” she asked.
“I drop you off at your house; I go home and if you want, come over when you can,”
“I want to, but it depends if grandma and grandpa are up,”
“I understand,” I replied, “I’ll be waiting,”
We turned the corner and the front porch light and garage light were the only ones on. I parked in the driveway.
“Shouldn’t be long,” she said, before giving me a quick peck on the cheek, “Never know who’s looking.”
She got out and I watched her until she waved goodbye and closed the door. I drove around the block and parked in my own garage.
Quickly, I ran to the bedroom, stripped the bed, and put down fresh linens. Changed into a decent shirt and clean shorts, and then went out onto the screened deck to watch and wait. The pool lights were out, but some outdoor path lighting I put in a few years ago gave it a warm glow to go with the weather.
I could see her bedroom window, but the light wasn’t on, and then I saw one come on upstairs. Were they up after all? I went in and got a drink of scotch then came back out to wait.
Thirty minutes later, the light upstairs went out and the one in her bedroom came on for about fifteen minutes then went out. A moment later, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Grandma had just got up for a drink of water when I walked in and she had to talk.” Rose whispered into the phone.
“Does she think anything happened?”
“No, but she did ask what I had been eating, my breath smelled funny,”
I chuckled, “You still coming over?”
“Yes, but give me a little bit. I want to make sure they are asleep.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
“I will,” she said and hung up.
About twenty minutes later I saw the downstairs door open and close. A moment later, the gate between the yards opened and a slight figure padded around the pool toward the house.
“George?”
“In here,” I said getting up and opening the door. She slid into my arms, kissing me hard, hands sliding around my waist. I pulled her to me, pressing myself against her, my hand sliding under the shorts she wore, cupping her ass cheek and squeezing. She moaned and her hand slid into my shorts and grabbed my cock. I quickly turned her around, pulled her to me with one hand on her breast and the other deep in her shorts and in her pussy. I ground my cock into her ass and she gasped as my fingers found her clit, already slippery. I pushed her shorts down, then pulled her top off as she yanked my shorts off then I grabbed her by the hips, aiming my cock at her snatch.
Then I stopped myself, “No,” I said.
“Wh-what?” she stammered, breathing fast and pushing herself back against me.
“No,” I repeated, “Not like this.”
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the house and my bedroom, carefully placing her on the bed.
“What’s wrong,” she panted, “George, I want you in me bad, please, please,”
Lying down beside her I began kissing her, explaining as I went.
“I’m not going to make your first time a quick screw,” I said. I stopped and sucked a nipple, followed by a nip, then moved down to her pussy. Smooth and perfect, I kissed it and began licking and sucking. It only took a moment.
“Aah, oh God, oh God, oh GOD!” she squealed, then reached down and pulled my face up to hers.
“Now, George. Inside me, please.” She said, spreading her legs wide.
Crouching over her, I guided my cock to her where she pressed it against her pussy.
“Now,” she hissed and I pressed down gently. I felt a resistance as my cockhead pushed her folds apart; she moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist.
Slowly, I pushed into her until I was lying stomach to stomach on her. She was breathing heavy as the last inch of me disappeared inside her. My God, she was so tight, but slick with pussy juices.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded, licking her lips, “Is this it? This feels wonderful,”
I smiled, “No it’s not all. Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“This,” Slowly I pulled halfway out, and then pushed quickly back in. Her back arched as I reached the bottom of my stroke as she came. I pulled back out almost all the way, and then pushed back in. She grabbed the sheets as if she was about to fly away.
“Like?”
“Do I like?” she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me frantically, “Is this fucking?”
“No,” I said as I slid in and out of her, “this is making love.” I pulled out and pushed my way into her hard, grinding my hips to hers and doing it again, making a slapping noise as our skin collided.
“This is fucking,” I grunted. She thrashed about underneath me, and then screamed as she came again.
The pure animal lust I pushed down before reared back up and I pulled out, grabbed her by the waist, and turned her over with her ass in the air.
“What?” she gasped out as I aimed my cock at her pussy and shoved in. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her back against me. She yelped as I fucked her kneeling on the bed.
“Oh George, oh, oh, oh OH!” she came again. I couldn’t hold back, I shoved in and shot my cum into her, grinding hard against her ass.
I lowered myself to her and rolled both of us over to our side, managing to stay inside. We lay there, breathing slowly as I felt myself begin to slide out.
“I feel you in me,” she whispered, “I feel you slipping out. Oh, I want you to stay…”
“I can’t,” I sighed, “I want to too, but – Uh.” I felt myself slide out and onto her leg. She rolled over to face me and reached down between her legs then bringing a finger to her lips.
“Mmm. Us together, I like.”
“Glad you do,” I said as I scooted over, closing the gap.
“What now?”
“We wait a bit and go again,” I replied, “When do you need to be back?”
“Grams usually wakes up first, about 7, so I would think about 6.”
I reached over and set the alarm for 6am. She pulled me back over, and then started stroking me.
“Three times tonight already, it may take a while,”
“Can I have fun while we wait?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Great!” she replied, then began playing with herself as she stroked me.
I settled back to just have fun.
BUZZ! Six o’clock. Rolling over, I nudged Rose.
“Time to head home,”
“Don’t wanna,”
“Nope, time to go,” I said giving her a push. She rolled over and kissed me, smelling of our sex and I felt myself responding. Nope, not now, I told myself.
“C’mon,” I said as I sat up, then pulled her up.
“Oh, alright. Where are my clothes?”
“Still on the deck, I think,”
She rolled off the bed and I watched her perfect ass sway as she walked down the hall and onto the porch. She came back with her t-shirt and shorts, sitting on the bed as she put them on.
“See you later?” I asked.
“Definitely,” she said, kissing me.
We walked to the back door, we kissed, and then I watched her walk across to her home.
I debated a shower before coffee and decided I wanted to smell her for a while longer.
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