0 comments/ 6783 views/ 5 favorites An Unlikely Pair By: dancingqueen369 Kim and Dan had just bought their first house, after moving back to Dan's hometown in Ohio from California. It was in a lovely neighborhood, but their limited finances had only allowed them to afford a fixer-upper. It wasn't feasible to keep their apartment and pay for the house so they had to move in while they cleaned and repaired the house. Lucky for them, Dan and Kim's friend, Lora, and Dan's older brother, Chaz had offered to help out and they jumped at the offer. Lora arrived that Friday afternoon, after work and began helping clean the living room and kitchen; getting ready to paint. She was a sweet and feisty brunette with long dark curls, which she had pulled up in a clip; and a full, voluptuous figure, which she generally hid beneath slightly baggy clothing. To say she wasn't comfortable with her body wasn't accurate, but she found it offensive when women wore clothes that were too small. Since she would be helping all weekend, she had packed a small bag so she could stay and help as many hours as possible. As Kim and Lora were laying down the plastic and getting ready, they danced around to the radio. Lora loved to dance and was never embarrassed to do so whenever and wherever she was. Music had always been a passion of hers, since she was a young girl. Her parents had brought her up on Motown and Rock, which she still listened to every chance she got, but she also loved classical, country and hip hop. If it had a beat, she was moving to it. In the late afternoon, Lora had set to work painting one of the walls in the living room as Dan and Kim started on the kitchen walls. She heard the roar of a motorcycle and looked out the window to see a man pulling into the driveway. Figuring it was Dan's brother, she turned back to the task at hand. The front door flung open, as Chaz walked in bellowing, "Dan, where's the brews? I'm ready to get to work." Kim and Dan walked in the living room to greet him. With a beer in her hand for him, Kim snapped, "Chaz, you better wipe your damn feet before you walk in my house," as they all started laughing. Lora laughed but kept painting. She had never met Chaz but one look at him and she wondered how the weekend was going to go if she had to work in the same room with someone so loud and boisterous. She hoped he wasn't the type to get trashed and act like an obnoxious ass but if he did, she'd just roll out her sleeping bag in the spare room and give him the run of the living room. No big deal. Dan introduced Chaz and Lora. Chaz greeted her amicably, shaking her hand. Upon further inspection, she had her serious doubts about him. Though he was ruggedly handsome, with his strawberry blonde, spiked hair and blue eyes, he had tattoos running up and down his muscular arms. Though she had nothing against tattoos, she had never really understood why some people felt the need to have them everywhere. With everyone situated with something to drink, Kim handed Chaz a paintbrush and told him to get to work. He started on the opposite wall and, for the most part, things were quiet but for a few shouts back and forth between the brothers. Dan and Kim went back into the kitchen, resuming their work in there. They worked this way for a couple of hours, when Chaz set down his brush and walked through the kitchen and out the back door. He was gone for about half an hour then returned to pick up where he left off. By now, the sun was down and the stars were starting to twinkle in the sky. Chaz briefly stopped at the doorway and watched her work. Though his taste was more along the lines of the tall, slender model type, he didn't find her unappealing at all. He was rather intrigued by the way she moved to the music as she painted in a neat and orderly fashion. The combination of form and function certainly was interesting, to say the least. He walked back over and picked up his brush. "So, Lora, Kim tells me you like to draw. Are you any good at it?" he asked. "I guess so. I don't sell art or anything like that but I drew a portrait of Dan and Kim, they like. Though they may just be trying to spare my feelings by acting like they do," she giggled. "You're the one who drew that portrait of them?" "Yes," she responded cautiously. She was waiting for him to start laughing or tell her how hideous it really was. "Well then, I'd say you've got some mad skills," he said in a tone that sounded admiring and sincere. "Thank you." She wanted to say more but wasn't quite sure what to say. She had always been shy around guys and the only reason she and Dan had become such good friends in school was because he was so genuine and friendly, she felt at ease with him. It seems like those might be family traits, she thought. "Besides dancing and drawing, do you have any other creative skills?" he asked. "I also like writing but don't have time to pursue all my passions," she mused. "There's always time to pursue what we are passionate about. God didn't intend for us for all work and no play," he said in a meaningful tone. "Is that why you have so many tattoos? Is that your passion?" she inquired. "It is one of my passions. I love all things aesthetically pleasing and my tattoos are my art." She was floored at the way the conversation was going. This was definitely one of those cases where you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. It was hard to believe that this was the same man that had walked in, not long ago, yelling for a beer, and now they were talking about art. He walked over to her and stuck out his right arm, "this arm is dedicated to my daughter. All the tattoos remind me of things about her. This arm," he said as he stuck out the left arm, "is dedicated to my son." Looking closer at the tattoos on his arms, Lora noticed that the body art flowed and dipped, swirling designs into each other. For the first time, she really thought of it as body art. How interesting it really was. She wondered how many other people had dedicated their body to represent things about them or in their lives. As the night went on, Lora and Chaz talked about their work, hobbies, travels and much more. It seemed like no time at all, before Dan and Kim walked in to tell them they were exhausted and going to bed. "You guys can sleep wherever," Kim told them, "there's the extra room, living room....well and the kitchen but I definitely wouldn't sleep in the bathroom. Someone might trip over you going in the middle of the night." She laughed. They said their good nights and headed to bed. It was close to 2 a.m. and Chaz and Lora called it an evening as well. She grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom to change into her sleeping clothes. When she came back to the living room, Chaz had already rolled out both their sleeping bags, in front of the TV. Between them was a tray with a beer for him, glass of wine for her and a bowl of chips. "Sorry, there didn't seem to be any cheese and crackers so I opted for chips," he laughed. Lora had stopped short in the doorway as she saw Chaz sprawled out on his sleeping bag, wearing only a pair of cotton shorts. Though she noticed the tattoos covering his chest and torso, that's not what stopped her. The sight of his broad, muscled chest and tone legs were like a work of art all on their own. Not wanting him to think she was weird, she shook it off and went over to sit on her sleeping bag. As she drank her wine, they chatted some more. He was truly a Renaissance man, talking about poetry, nature and his spirituality. Whenever she wasn't looking, he'd gaze at her beautiful black locks and pink, full lips. He wondered what she had on under that oversized cotton night shirt. He figured it was cotton panties and he was surprised that the thought turned him on. She was a very interesting woman. So soft and beautiful with an intensity and determination he'd rarely seen in most women. After a few minutes, the sounds of moaning could be heard very distinctly coming from Dan and Kim's bedroom. Chaz rolled his eyes, "I guess they weren't as tired as they pretended to be," he joked. Then he noticed that Lora's face was turning a bright shade of red as she looked down into her wine glass. "I...umm, think I'm going to go outside for a few minutes," she said as she quickly got to her feet and headed out the back door. He couldn't believe it. This grown woman, in her 30s, was embarrassed by the sound of Dan and Kim's lovemaking? He was amused but, at the same time, extremely curious so he got up and followed her out onto the patio. As he walked out, he could see her standing at the edge of the patio looking at the night sky. She didn't realize he had come out and jumped when he put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically, "I didn't mean to startle you." She wasn't sure if she jumped at being startled or by having his hand on her shoulder but simply replied, "That's okay, I was so engrossed at looking at the stars, I guess I didn't hear you walk out here." He kept his place directly behind her, "I love the night sky almost as much as I love watching the sun set," he said softly into her hear. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and felt her pulse quicken. Unable to think clearly, she said nothing. As he night breeze blew through, he watched as her hair danced around her shoulders, showing then covering her creamy white neckline. Before he could think, he brushed her hair off her shoulder and kissed her softly on the neck. She drew in a sharp breath but didn't protest. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and began planting kisses down her neck to her collarbone then back up to her face. Her breathing was catching in her throat with each touch. She leaned back slightly into his arms and turned her face up to him. He needed no further invitation than that to kiss her incredible lips. Lightly at first, he tested his bounds with her mouth; kissing and licking, as she sighed and seemed to melt right into him. As he began to probe her mouth with his tongue, he was astonished by the intensity and heat of her tongue joining with his, as they both began to take quick, sharp breaths. As she turned to wrap her arms around his neck, they continued the assault on each other's mouths. He let his hands move up to her breasts and began rubbing and teasing her nipples, as he rubbed his thumbs over them. She drew in a sharp breath and let out a low moan into his mouth as the intensity of his hands sent shivers down her spine. They were moving beyond the point of no return and neither minded one bit. In one quick movement, he reached down, grabbing the bottom of her night shirt and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the ground as he bent forward and replaced what his hands had been doing with his mouth, teasing her erect nipples with his tongue. She moaned louder this time and she pushed her breasts closer, running her hands down his bare back and pulling him closer. He was thoroughly enjoying tantalizing her full breasts with his mouth. She smelled like springtime and tasted like heaven. She was barely standing of her own will as he laid her down on the lawn chair. He looked down and, with a smile, noticed he was right about the cotton panties. He noticed that the front was damp and was aching to lose control over her but he sensed that she wasn't like anyone he'd ever been with. They'd all been wild and sexual predators themselves. Lora was not in that league at all. As he took hold of the top of her panties, she lifted her hips as he removed them and dropped them next to the night shirt. Her senses were heightened as she could feel the breeze caressing her naked body as she lay there. He knelt on the ground at the foot of the chair, took holder of her ass and pulled her to the edge. As he leaned down, she looked at him with wide eyes. "Haven't you ever had a man go down on you before?" he asked quietly. "No, I've only been with one guy....umm, sexually, and we just had sex, nothing else." He flashed a smile at her and said, "What a shame," as he separated her lips put his face between her legs and slowly licked from the bottom of her hot, wet pussy entrance to the top and back down. Her head dropped back, she shuddered and let out a throaty moan. My God, she thought, I've never felt anything like this, as he licked and sucked at her. Just when she thought the tingling couldn't get any better, he moved his mouth over her clit and began to suck and lick it as he slid two fingers inside her. "Oooh, my God," she moaned in a silky tone, "that feels so incredible." She wanted this feeling to go on forever and moved in rhythm with his fingers sliding in and out of her, making her wetter than she'd ever been. The tingling grew more intense as she felt a stirring she'd never felt before. He licked, sucked and fingered her until she felt like she was losing all control; all her inhibitions. Without warning, she felt a hot rush from her belly to her womanhood and as she stiffened, she yelled out in the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever felt, as she had her first orgasm. Chaz lifted his soaked face and asked, "Is that the first time, you've ever had an orgasm?" She could do no more than look at him and nod. "Well," he said, "that's a damn shame, too." He grabbed her night shirt and wiped his face, "you won't be needing this anyway," he smiled at her. She smiled back and he took her hand, pulling her from the chair and she followed him into the house completely nude, but didn't seem to notice. She just wanted to be with him in his arms; inhaling more of his musky man scent, touching him and being touched by him. He laid her down on his sleeping bag; then laid next to her kissing her, touching her, needing her. She reached down and took hold of the bulge in his pant; it was his turn to draw in a sharp breath. It felt like she had sent a charge straight through him as she began rubbing and stroking him over his shorts. Her hand ran up his thigh, over his erection and to the top of his shorts and she began to pull them off him. He lifted up and she pulled them off, immediately grabbing his shaft in her hand and stroking him. There was no urgency but he could feel her intensity building for him. And he knew he couldn't wait much longer. The desire to be inside her was overwhelming his senses as she kissed and nibbled his nipples while she continued gliding her soft, urgent hands over his manhood. Unable to wait any longer, he lifted himself up and positioned himself between her legs. She was still soaking from their encounter on the patio as he positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. He slid into her, slowly, and could feel the constraints of this woman who'd had only one lover before him. Not wanting to hurt her, he took it slow, sliding in and out a little at a time. Though the restraint was killing him, he was in awe of this woman before him and wanted to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. She was moaning and sliding up toward him, urging him to enter and take her and, when at last, he was able to sink all the way inside, she let out an urgent moan as she thrust toward him. No longer able to go slow, he began pumping in and out of her faster, as his hand snaked down and began rubbing her clit in rhythm with his pace. Lora had never felt anything so wonderful as Chaz pushing in and out of her, while he rubbed her, in a place she had never known could bring such a delicious feeling of power and weakness, all at once. "Please, Chaz, oh God, please, I need you. I need all of you, now..." she cried out to him. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "I'm not made of glass, please, I want you so bad...Now, please Now," she gasped as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her, arching her back and lifting her hips for him to take everything she had. It was the final straw, as Chaz, shook his self-control and began thrusting in and out of her faster and harder, sweat dripped off both of them, as she moaned and writhed under him urging him to his breaking point. And as their peaks were reached, she let out a yell, as he groaned and they both came in orgasms that swept through them like tidal waves crashing onto the shore. No longer able to hold himself up, he laid over her with his head on her shoulder. She began stroking his hair and kissed him on the forehead. He looked up at this angel, as she looked at him with such adoration, and felt his heart twinge. "That was amazing," she told him. "You are amazing," he answered back. Then his angel, got a wicked little grin on her face, as she said, "Next time, I'll have to seduce you." They both laughed, as he laid back and she put her head on his chest. They snuggled together and fell off to sleep.That's how Kim and Dan found them the next morning, as they grinned at each other with a twinkle in their eyes. An Unlikely Pair Ch. 02 Chaz woke, aware that Lora was no longer curled up next to him. A smile danced on his lips as he thought about the night before with her. He wondered where she had gone. As he looked at his watch, he realized it was after 10a.m. and they still had plenty to do on the house this weekend. Stretching, he got up, pulled on his shorts and headed to the bathroom. Kim and Dan were sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee but Lora was nowhere to be seen. "Good Morning," he said as he was passing through. Dan chuckled, "Seems like you had a pretty Good night too." Chaz laughed as he continued down the hall. When he came back, he grabbed a cup of coffee and looked around for Lora. Before he could ask, Kim touched his arm and pointed to the patio door. He went to the door and there she was sitting on the back lawn. He slid the door open and headed out toward her. She was sitting so still and so quiet, he wondered what she was doing. He walked across the cool morning grass to where she sat, with her eyes closed and her face upturned to the early sun. Her hair was pulled back up but he could see the tendrils drifting around the frame of her face and back of her neck. And as his eyes drifted to her luscious lips, he couldn't resist the urge to bend down and brush his lips against hers. She opened her eyes, startled, and smiled at him shyly. Her innocent gesture touched him deeply. He almost wondered if he had actually made love to this angel last night or if it was a dream. She continued to sit with her hands folded in her lap and lowered her gaze to the ground. "Is something wrong?" he asked her "Not really. I, just...well," she let out a long sigh, "you must think I'm some sort of slut, after last night..and...well.." Before she could finish, he kneeled on the ground next to her, placing his hand under her chin and lifting her face so he could look in her eyes. He saw a sadness there that threatened to make his heart stop. "Lora, how could you even believe I'd think such a thing? I mean...last night..well, let's just say it was pretty clear to me that you didn't sleep around. And even before that, I knew what kind of person you were by what my brother and Kim said." He reached out and took her hand, "I'm sorry I let things go as far as they did. I should have thought or realized but I couldn't help being so damned attracted to you and I just...well, I just reacted to what I was feeling. So did you but I should have known it would be different for a woman like you." Suddenly, she didn't feel so overwrought. She could see, the way he was looking at her that he was being sincere and feeling completely guilty over the whole matter. And she really did not want last night to be some sort of burden for either of them. "That makes me feel better. I just didn't like the idea of you thinking that way of me." As he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. They sat that way, quietly enjoying each other's comfort and the sun warming them. "Okay, okay," Kim yelled, "you two aren't going to get a lunch break if you don't get to work soon." Laughing, they got up and headed toward the house to get started. The rest of the day was a blur of painting, cleaning and putting furniture in its place. There was plenty more work to be done, inside and out, but it was coming along nicely. At least it was livable and that evening Dan decided they all needed to go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate how much they had gotten done. Lora hadn't brought anything to go out in so she had to borrow one of Kim's dresses. It was more form-fitting than she owned but draped around her curves perfectly. As she walked into the living room, Dan let out a whistle. "Look at you all dolled up." He said. Chaz turned around and couldn't even speak. Though she hadn't lost that angelic quality, with her raven hair cascading around her face and a touch of makeup and the dress hugging her in all the right places, she could easily have passed for the vixen of his dreams. She was simply breathtaking. He couldn't even find words adequate so he just smiled and took her hand as they headed out for the evening. It was a wonderful and relaxing evening, as they ate dinner, drank and shared stories and laughs. All evening Chaz could not take his eyes off of her and began to wonder if he wasn't in over his head. Her laughter was contagious; the conversation interesting and he felt like he was under some sort of enchanted spell. It was getting late and as much fun as they were having, no one could deny how tired they were after such a long day. The ride back to the house was quiet, with Lora and Chaz snuggled up in the back seat. Though both were conflicted about the events of last night, there was no denying a connection between them. Chaz did not want to hurt her and feared he may have already done so. He had been in relationships; married and divorced, and he was hard-pressed to go down that road, especially with someone he genuinely liked so much. At the same time, Lora was conflicted by the fact that she didn't take being intimate with someone lightly but realized they had known each other one day and she couldn't expect a relationship when they didn't even really know each other. By the time they got back, both seemed tired and a bit jumpy by their quandries. As Lora, went into the bathroom to change out of her dress, Chaz went into the spare bedroom to change his clothes. Lora had gotten completely undressed when she realized she had left her bag in the living room. Taking Kim's terrycloth robe off the hook and wrapped it around herself as she headed down the hall. The door was open to the spare room, as she passed by, and the glanced in to see Chaz laying on the bed; shoes off, shirt off and lying on his back, where he'd evidently dozed off. Lora crept in and pulled the cover up from the bottom of the bed to cover him but as she got close started to pull it up over his chest, she was close enough to smell his wonderful manly smell; earthy, musky and intoxicating. She stopped short, thinking about how incredible this man was: masculine and hard on the outside but so kind and gentle underneath. She wanted him, if only this weekend, and would let the rest work itself out. For the first time, in her life, she felt like a woman; a sexy, passionate woman and she wasn't ready to give that up just yet. She tossed the blanket aside and leaned closer to his chest, taking in his fragrance as she began planting kisses on his bare, tattooed chest. At the same time, she could not resist the urge to run her hands over his belly, gliding up to his nipples, rubbing them with her thumbs. Not only was he waking to her delicate assault, he could smell her coconut shampoo and springtime fragrance. He sighed as he opened his eyes. She looked up at him, waiting for his response, as he smiled down at her and reached to stroke her hair. Taking his cue, she climbed on the bed, straddling his hips and continued her exploration and attention to his torso, working her way up his neck, kissing and nibbling as she went . She could feel his heart pounding in his chest as she pressed her lips to his, which she also kissed and nibbled at before sliding her tongue between them and weaving her spell over him more completely. God but she was making him crazy with her slow, persuasive movements. Did she even know how erotic she was? Straddling him, it was all he could do to patiently let her touch, lick, kiss and nibble her journey of his body. His breathing was becoming more and more ragged as she swept over him, giving attention to every little detail of her actions. He was fascinated how she responded to his reactions to each touch and action. His hands brushed the belt holding her robe and with one quick pull the tie pulled away. As she was nibbling attentively on his ear, making him harder and harder with each lick and bite, he pulled her robe open, slid his hands up her stomach to her bodacious breasts. He began massaging and kneading them, brushing his thumbs over each nipple, as she let out a low moan and arched toward his hands. He slid the robe from her shoulders and pulled her closer, taking in the sensual smell and feel of her breasts against his bare chest. Not wanting to give him control, she drew herself back and slid down until she was face level with the button of his jeans. Deftly, she undid his pants and backed further down the bed, taking his pants and boxers down his legs as she went. She pulled them off and dropped them to the floor then began working her way back up. Though she wasn't entirely sure how to go about what she was planning on doing, she'd done some reading and figured she'd gauge his reactions to know what to continue and when to stop. Just above his knees, she began running her hands up his thighs and licking as she went along. He could do no more than close his eyes and control the exquisite feelings she was sending through him. She had never gone down on a man before but as she neared his stiff cock, she was getting excited at the prospect of the pleasures she knew she wanted to bring Chaz. Just above his knees, she began running her hands up his thighs and licking as she went along. He could do no more than close his eyes and control the exquisite feelings she was sending through him. She had never gone down on a man before but as she neared his stiff cock, she was getting excited at the prospect of the pleasures she knew she wanted to bring Chaz. As she took him into her mouth, she started by taking the tip into her mouth and rolling her tongue around the head. He groaned in sheer ecstasy and a touch of frustration as his need was beginning to quicken but the electric sensations were so exquisite he didn't want it to end either. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and began slowly but intently sliding her mouth up and down over his growing erection, taking in more and more with each stroke of her mouth. As he started moaning, she increased the pressure of her hands and speed of her mouth over him, up and down. She was thoroughly enjoying the power she was having over him. "Oh, baby, please," he moaned and she knew she was bringing him to the brink and wanted to possess his passions. She nimbly moved over him and securing her footing on either side, squatted toward him as she took his swollen cock and guided into her wet, waiting pussy. She started by sliding onto him just past the head of his manhood, gliding up and down, stimulating his already sensitive tip of his cock. He was breathing hard and moaning, still trying not to impede her progress. He could feel her need to control their coupling but wouldn't be able to take much more. After a few more short strokes, she plunged herself completely down on him, causing him to gasp in bliss. She was astounded by the different areas inside her and sensations this new position was invoking. Unable to take the teasing pace herself, Lora began thrusting him in and out of her as quick and hard as she could move up and down. He could feel himself building up but knew she wasn't there yet and he had no intention of cumming without her. As she panted and pushed herself on him, he focused his attentions on her clit, reaching between her lips with his thumb and rubbing the swollen nub as she rode him toward orgasm. At his first touch, she moaned and her efforts increased, as she bucked at him harder and harder. "My God, Chaz, how do you know just where to touch me? That feels so fucking good," she panted out through labored breaths. As he kept rubbing, applying more and more pressure, she got the most intense tingling jolts of electricity through her pussy she had ever felt. He felt her begin to tighten and as she threw her head back, letting out a scream of delight, , he grabbed her hips and continued stabbing in and out of her, and as she vibrated from the power of the orgasm consuming her entire body, and as he felt her relax, he finally let himself go, cumming with a growl as he held himself deep inside her. As she dropped to his chest, gasping for breath, he wrapped his arms around her. It felt so incredible having her in his arms. When she finally gained her composure, she looked up at him, "was that okay?" He let out a laugh, pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. When they parted, he said, "Baby, if that was only okay, I'm not sure I would live through incredible." She smiled, as they lay entwined and drifted off to sleep. An Unlikely Pair Ch. 03 This time, when Chaz woke, Lora was nestled with her back snugly against him. The curve of her hips and the mess of that wild hair falling over her face, mixed with the scent of coconut and sex wafting off of her was waking his need for her again. As he slid one arm under her and wrapped it around her waist, reaching up and taking hold of her breast, he began kissing her shoulder and neck. Half-asleep, she let out a groggy moan, in appreciation of his wake up call. With his other hand, he reached over her hip and began stroking her mound. The combination of sensations instantly made her wet. She thrust her behind against him, rotating her hips as she rubbed her ass cheeks against his already stiff cock. "Good Morning," he whispered huskily in her ear as he nibbled her lobe. "Good Morning," she replied in halting breaths. Their needs rose quickly as she reached behind her and took his shaft firmly in her hand stroking him to full erection and his fingers dipped between her slips rubbing and stroking the extent of her slit, rubbing her wetness along the extent of her folds and clit. As their fondling intensified, the need for satiation overrode all other delicacies. Chaz wasted no time, rolling her onto her stomach, as he lifted her ass and positioned himself between her legs. He quickly slid into her tightness, without resistance as she was already soaking wet from his attentions. She gasped and moaned as he drove into her. Over and over, he plunged deep inside her, holding her hips as she thrust back with force, wanting him inside her more and more. With each stroke, she met him with fervor, wanting and needing him inside her, prodding and pleasuring every inch she had to offer him. Beyond all reason, he knew he needed her softness wrapped around him, driving him to heights of physical pleasures unexplored. The feeling of being trapped between wanting the marvel to go on forever and seeking the frenzy of sexual release, they ground at each other full of purpose and lust. Her first orgasm, nearly took him with her, but he fought for control. Her bliss was his goal and he continued beyond the first, second and third orgasm. Breathless and glistening with sweat, she didn't know if her body could take any more but as he wound his arms around her thighs, spreading her lips wide, she convulsed at the combination of the air skirting across her exposed area as he assertively rubbed her clit, to another incredibly consuming orgasm, before he let go inside her, deep and hard. As they lay, glowing and smiling, she propped herself up on her elbow and turned to him, "Until this weekend with you, I always wondered what the big deal about sex was. I was with Kyle for a year. I thought it was love so I gave him my virginity. I'm not sure if he was just as uneducated about sex, as I was, or if he just didn't care but I never enjoyed it. I did it because I thought I loved him but we had nothing in common so it just fell apart." He didn't know what to say so he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. They lay that way for several minutes, before she got up and pulled the robe on. She looked him with such adulation and continued, "Being with you, has been beyond stunning. Not just because we made love, but because you are such a sincere and captivating man. But that doesn't mean I expect anything from you, except your friendship." Before he could respond, she smiled at him and walked out the door. He was dumbfounded and not quite sure what he wanted to say or do. What he did know was that he had a nagging knot in the pit of his stomach. Getting up and throwing on his pants, he went out to talk to her. He barged into the kitchen but only saw Dan and Kim, unpacking dishes and putting them away. He looked like a lost puppy standing there, looking around. "Where is she?" he asked. "She left," Kim told him. Noting his distress, Dan stopped what he was doing and walked around the counter. "Chaz, is everything okay?" "No," he said flatly, "no, it's not okay. I feel like the breath has been knocked out of me and my mind is spinning, man. Am I crazy?" His brother smiled, "No, bro, you ain't crazy....you're in love, dumbass." Chaz nodded, "Well since you're so smart and I'm a dumbass, how do I get her and keep her in my life?" An Unlikely Pairing CHAPTER 1 Bert Joyce was picking his nose reading the morning newspaper when the house phone went. "Hi it's Bert," he said economically. "Good morning, it's Meg," Meg said suspiciously. "May I speak to my daughter?" "Who the fuck was Meg... whoops, his younger brother's mother. "Nah Pete and Nina took off yesterday on a few days' vacation." Meg asked where did they go and Bert thought to get away from the likes of you but actually said, "Dunno." She snorted and said he was a lot of help. Bert waited patiently, suspecting she was not finished. Women rarely were. Their minds were so filled with detail about shopping, washing, tidying the house, cooking the same old meals, criticizing and complaining about their lot that they had to let it out or they'd likely implode. "I've been calling both of them but they won't answer their cell phones." "I guess not." "Why do you guess not?" Christmas, why couldn't she fill in the detail without expecting him to explain everything? Bert wondered what was the more trying, having a convoluted conversation with Meg or struggling to read the newspaper without glasses? Now he felt forced to explain... and women couldn't understand why men acted as if they lived in caves. "While they are away I'm staying in their spacious house to have a breather away from my cramped apartment." "What has that ramble to do with Nina and Pete not answering their phones?" "I was attempting to quell your curiosity what was I doing in their house. I've been instructed to feed the goldfish on Sunday night and right in front of the goldfish bowl I can see their cell phones and both are switched off. They wanted a quiet week away with no interruptions. I guess they plan to engage in non-stop fucking." "Bert!" "What?" She sighed and said it didn't matter. He said that was surprising and she asked what was surprising. "You didn't chastise me for using the phrase non-stop fucking." Meg said she was about to do that but remembered he was mentally retarded. "I have PhD in geography." "I don't believe it." Bert sighed and said she could think what she liked. "Then why would Nina say you were mentally retarded?" "Because I said no after she pestered me to fuck her." "Bert!" "What?" "Nothing." Bert sighed and said Meg just didn't want to believe him. "Tell me Meg do you think your daughter is capable of saying such a thing and wanting to do it with her brother?" There was silence. "Meg?" She gritted that Nina could be such a slut at times. "I wanted sex with her because she's worthy of it but unfortunately she's my brother's wife. You now discovering have principles doesn't surprise you does it?" Meg paused before saying no. "Well that's cleared the air. Why are you calling?" "My sister lives about 250 miles south of here and has really bad 'flu. She wants me to look after her for three days before her husband returns from business overseas. I wanted Nina to drive me because I don't care for being behind the wheel driving long distances because it might not be safe." Bert wondered was any women driver safe and then thought no woman was safe with any mechanical device. He speculated women were sometimes lucky, for example taking the risk to wipe themselves out with chainsaws or electrical hedge cutters because the protective clothing looked unfashionable and they were timid about cutting the wrong things such as their own limbs and they objected to the noise. Now where was he... oh yeah? "Well I'll drive you but I don't have a vehicle at present. Come round and pick me up in your car and I'll take over the wheel." "Are you a safe driver?" "For fuck sake Meg," Bert snorted and cut the call. She called back and said she would be over in thirty minutes and cut the call, not giving the chance of rejection. "Fucking women," Bert yawned, reminding himself yet again why he hadn't married. Meg walked in all tarted up in a blue and white sundress, modern sunglasses and sandals with high heels and her lipstick was bright red. "You look all tarted up and your tits looking big and rounded like that look great." She sighed and said she'd decided he wouldn't like being seen driving a geriatric. "You're forty-two so you can't use that handle?" "I'm thirty-eight." "Liar I recall you telling mom your age at Nina and Pete's engagement party. You both were drunk. You were thirty-eight then and I remember thinking you were only nine years older than me." "Well look at my wrinkles." "I don't see much evidence of wrinkles but there will be the big one between your legs." "May we go?" Meg asked weakly, turning crimson. "I like your style Meg. Most women being told that would have verbally flagellated me." Meg almost smiled and said perhaps she was attempting to impress him. "Why?" "Because we'll be confined traveling together but although I scarcely know you. Nina thinks you are a really impressive guy and it puzzles me why she'd say that because she's usually a good judge of people." "That's me skillfully insulted." Meg's mouth fell open, although was it ever shut? "No, oh god no Bert. I didn't say that as a slur; I was attempting to indicate Nina is usually right about people. That's all." Picking up his soft carry bag, Bert said he'd secure the house and they'd be off. "Is that all you've packed?" "Yes we'll be away three nights, not a month." Then looking at her walking in front of him he said, "You could do with losing some ass flab." "Oh yes and how can I do that? I've tried." "Fuck more. It's almost as good as working out at the gym." "Omigod, these next few days will be a nightmare," Meg wailed. Bert was one of those under-fed looking guys with untidy hair, too much hair, green eyes that suggested they saw too much and had a fetching grin that left women wondering were their panties clean. In contrast she had three-color hair expensively groomed, knew she was too much tit and too much ass and continually thought why did men appear to think solely about sex when there were other far more important issues in life although if pushed she had difficulty to recalling what those other issues were. Oh yes the price of coffee, the efficacy of clothes washing powders, education standards and was there water on Mars? Meg's mind reeled when he stood and opened the passenger door for her. Oh what a real gentleman, so hard to find these days. She yelped as he whacked her ass as she was climbing in. Amazing Meg didn't once look nervous about Bert placing his hands on the wheel or dive over her seat to cower in the back. Aware of that promising start, Bert started the motor and told her to buckle up before he drove off. He drove off smoothly, impressing Meg. "It's a nice day." He said all days were nice and that exchange left them both looking as if they'd decided they had nothing in common. Some time later he said, "Let's stop for coffee." She said they had just got underway. He said they had been traveling for an hour and forty. She replied and said that was impossible and heard him mutter that yes, people still existed who thought the earth was flat. "Oh," she said. "That directional sign indicates the city is sixty-seven miles behind us. We are making very good time. Should we stop for coffee? Bert's knuckles on the wheel whitened. Meg bought the coffee, not that she was feeling generous but because Bert had wandered off saying he'd look for a table. She really did wonder about him being mentally deficient because most tables were unoccupied. "How often do you have sex?" Meg slurped her coffee. Her back straightened and she said defiantly, "Although I have been a widow for eight months I have some lovely male friends." "They'd have to be." "Excuse me," she said crossly and he grinned and said they would have to be lovely because they were male." Meg's back resumed its curve. There was no way she could dispute his comment. She was partly deafened by a roaring sound in her ears when Bert said to answer the question, was she getting it twice a day or perhaps more? "Bert," she said weakly. "What." The conversation died and they sipped silently. One of them had the suggestion of a murderous look on her face. Bert darted ahead and opened the car door for her. "Touch me and I'll scream." As she ducked to climb in Bert whacked her ass and jeered, "Scream." Meg just had to laugh. She'd found that so funny and was amazed he wasn't scared of her. She believed she intimidated most men. Bert was still grinning at her reaction when he climbed in. "You are beginning to relax," he said. "At this rate it will be safe for me to request you to show me your tits." Meg burst into laughter. Well what else could she do, driving with a deranged guy? "Which way?" "You're the geographer," she said cuttingly. "No that was our professors. We were little more that theorists at graduation but I can tell you the route to the moon and how far away it is at any given month." "Oh that's so very useful. Proceed straight ahead. About once a month if I'm lucky." "Excuse me?? "I have sex about once a month if I'm lucky." Bert looked surprised to hear that and looking slightly guilty said, "Thank you for sharing that information with me." Meg was bewildered and then saw the smirk form at the corner of his mouth nearest to her. God he was winding her up. What a big kid. She felt compelled to respond. "If you must know I'm very unhappy with my sex life. These guys who pop up about once a month appear to be visiting on a roster." "Why be unhappy about that?" "They are my friend's husbands and I'm sure their wives have organized these nocturnal visits." "What's wrong with nocturnal; do you prefer doing it during the day?" She confessed without meaning to do it. "I don't care whether it's day or night. I just like doing it." He nodded and drove on thoughtfully. She thought no way would she flash her breasts at him. Good women just didn't do that. "I'm unlikely to flash me breasts at you," Meg heard herself say. Omigod, was she mentally deficient? "What if I said please do it Meg, for once in your life break free." "What?" "Do it Meg, do it right now. To hell with doubts, nervousness and possible recriminations." She thought why not and trying not to think pulled off her top and unhooked her bra but still holding on to the back of it said, "You are driving. Promise not to loose concentration." "Yes sure. Let them hang out for me baby." Baby? Meg was gripped by rising passion. She flipped them out. "They sag a bit." "Great you can batter my ears with them tonight, if not sooner." "Sooner?" Meg croaked. He said well perhaps not, they'd better get to her sister. "They look great. Oh your nipples have stiffened you sexy lady. You best put them away to avoid me crashing." Meg hurriedly complied, her face burning. Yes her nipples were peaking. She thought never in his life had she had such an exciting road trip. He'd sounded if he intended fucking her. The thought of his hard erection... "Have you developed an erection?" "Yes, feel it." "Do you mind if I give it a miss?" "Not while I'm driving. Tell me your likes and dislikes about sex Meg." "Only if you promise to join in conversationally. I don't wish this to be one-sided." "Yes sure. Do you feel your cunt quivering as you watch the approaching dick?" Meg fumbled with her bra hooks. That was unusual and she felt close to panting. God what was this young fool doing to her? CHAPTER 2 Meg said to her older sister, "Marion this is Bert Joyce." "Yes I remember from the wedding. Call my Marion." Bert smiled and said he'd driven Meg here because his brother Pete and Nina were away. "You look as if Meg should give you a bed-bath, you have a high temperature." "Yes my physician said there was little he could do apart from prescribing pain killers and suggested I should be sponged down, that nature would have to take its course. I'll live. You have the choice of sleeping on a sofa as the second bedroom is used as our office, or perhaps you can share the guest room. It has twin beds." "A sofa will be fine." "No the second bed in the guest room will be far more comfortable," Meg said. "The room has a separate dressing room." "Whatever," Bert said nonchalantly. "I look for things to fix dinner." The freezer is well stocked," Marion said. "Use whatever you wish and you'll find red and white wine in the kitchen. I want just cool soup and a cup of green tea." "Certainly ma'am and get well soon." As Bert left the room he heard Marion say, "He seems a very nice young man. I'm so pleased he drove you because you becoming terrified at the possibility of falling asleep at the wheel but it must have been boring conversation for you, considering the age gap. What did you two talk about?" "Oh this and that including was there water on Mars." Bert stopped in the passage to listen. "Oh, well did her talk about sex, glancing at your noticeable breasts?" "No of course not. Actually I think he might be gay." "Oh dear, poor darling. You never have had much luck with men." Bert took in the soup and green tea for Marion and a glass of white wine for Meg. By the time he called back to tell Meg dinner was ready he found her holding the hand of her sick sister, who was asleep. They ate and Meg said, "You really are a very, very good cook. You made this pastry for the meat pie, didn't you?" "Yeah but no big deal." "I couldn't have made it better myself." "Well you are only a woman." Meg smiled. While they rested at the table before Bert fetched the parfaits, he said, "Show me your tits." "The blinds are up." "So?" "Bert I must remind you I'm nine years your senior." "So?" Meg capitulated and pulled up her top and bra. "Flip one up and let me watch you lick the nipple." She sat petrified. "Go on." Meg did as instructed and surprised herself, feeling quite relaxed about it. "Is your dick rising?" "Yes," he said, and she watched him adjust his pants at the crotch. "Do you have a good solid one?" "So I've been told numerous times. You are now sounding very brave and positive." "You are to blame, wearing away my resistance." "That's the role of a guy." She smiled and asked when would they have sex. "As soon as we have cleared away." "You might not like seeing my older body." "We can do it with the lights off but Meg, please, get over it. I prefer the maturity of older women. I haven't been with a bimbo for ten years." She swallowed and felt her cheek. "I feel hot. I hope it's not the 'flu." "It's your sex drive pumping up baby. Enjoy it." Finishing at the kitchen sink they had their first kiss. It was long and very soft and ended with Meg aware her lips had parted. "That was wonderful." "Great, now try this." Bert pulled up her dress hem and slid a hand inside her pants and pushed in a finger, bringing it out dripping. He offered her that finger. "Bert no, I haven't done that for a great many years." "Suck baby." She sucked and gradually relaxed. She then hitched her dress back up and produced a wet a finger for him to suck. She watched closely as he made a great show of accepting the offering. "So you suck pussy?" "Yes Meg. Do you suck dick?" "Yes sometimes but I don't swallow." "You do whatever you find acceptable. Check on Marion and then come to bed." Meg fiddled so long in the bathroom that Bert went to sleep but she awoke him, appearing to be attempting to force a breast down his throat. He was disoriented and almost whacked her thinking he was being molested. Well he was in a way because he's just been dreaming about molesting her daughter, er with Nina's permission of course. Or did he dream that the previous night? Bert decided to focus. "Oh it's you Meg." "Who did you think it was?" "I was hoping it was Nina." The side of his head exploded and red lights flashed. The bitch, she'd whacked him. "Apologize and promise to never touch Nina or else I'm out of here." "Meg can't you take a joke?" he whined, rubbing his ear. "Omigod, I'm sorry. I thought you were attempting to signal you would prefer a younger woman." "That's rubbish and stop being so defensive. I've told you I haven fucked bimbos in years." "So you're now calling my lovely daughter a bimbo are you?" she said menacingly. "Meg for fuck sake. I'm saying nothing of the sort. Just wrap your moist pussy round my cock and get to work." "Where is the condom?" "What condom? Are you wanting to be ass-fucked?" Bert only just caught her slapping hand to prevent it connecting with his other ear. Snarling she fell on to him and bit that ear. Bert howled. "Shut up, you'll wake Marion," she said. "Where's you cock, it's so small I can find it." "Do you need glasses to fuck," he jeered, pulling his little finger from her groping hand. "Ohmigod, is that it? For a moment I thought you must have skinny legs." ""Ha-ha, good one Meg. Please get on with it." "In my day men took the initiative." Rubbing his bitten ear Bert thought of asking did people have sex in her day but was anxious that might send her over the top and she might maim him. Meg was on her hands and knees, fiddling with his dick. He grabbed her tits and squeezed and pulled down on them. "For goodness sake Bert, go easy," she panted. "You'll have me coming before we've even started. She swung over a leg and slowly fed him into her. He said proudly, "A little too big for comforted" but she puffed and snapped, "I've had bigger." That deflated his ego and that almost resulted in him losing his erection. She appeared to sense that, squeezed his balls cruelly and lo, that ended the crisis. Surprisingly it went very well. Meg turned out to be one of those women who really liked her tits being worked during sex and not unsurprisingly Bert was big into that. "Oh fuck, oh fuck oh glorious fucking," she cooed, just before she gushed. She lay back on him to rest and Bert snuggled up and lifted her uppermost leg. "Hold your leg in that position Meg." "What for?" she asked meekly and then felt herself being penetrated. Bert banged the last couple of inches into to the hilt and then began pumping. "Omigod, what a glorious feeling," Meg said dreamily, unaware Bert had wet one of his fingers and had worked it into her butt. Meg awoke at dawn to find Bert staring at her. She kissed him and kissed his erection and said she better attend to her sister. She helped Marion to the toilet and then sat her on a chrome and leather-top stool in the shower and showered her. Back in bed and drinking coffee, Marion said she felt a little better. Meg took coffee to the guest bedroom and before showering she fucked Bert again, riding him cowgirl at his suggestion and was delighted to feel her tits swinging about like crazy. "I can't remember when I last had sex like that," she smiled, walking off dripping to the shower. After Bert showered he pocked his head round the door to say good morning to Marion. "Yes it is a good morning and I feel a little better. Come closer. Can Meg hear us?" "No I can hear her in the kitchen preparing breakfast." "Were you two misbehaving last night?" "You mean was I fucking your younger sister?" Marion gasped and said yes. "Yeah and she's really great at it. Please don't tell her we had this conversation." "No of course not. There are plenty of condoms and lube in Lance's bedside drawer if you run short." "Thank you Marion. You are a great understanding sister." Marion looked pleased. They all had breakfast on trays in Marion's bedroom and Bert and Meg spent most of the morning in the sunroom chatting, learning more about each other. An Unlikely Pairing She was surprised to learn Bert had a job and a senior lecturer at Brash University, now in summer recess. He specialized in teaching students 'the physical evolution of communities from the Bronze Age and Beyond, with emphasis on physical development'. "It sounds very interesting." "It is." "You mean sex is not your only interest?" He just grinned, having learned that as well as being a little hotheaded Meg liked to tease. "You are a much more worthy citizen than I am," she ventured. "That depends on perspective," Bert smiled. "Don't you think you have performed your function in the order of things in bearing and raising your daughter?" "But one child doesn't amount to population replacement. It needs to be two." "Two point two actually over the whole population without catastrophic natural disasters. But do you have friends with three or more children?" "Yes several." "There you are, think of that as you having made a useful contribution." Meg nodded and said people tend to think they knew it all, or at least much of it, and yet they knew very little in the scale of things." "You are talking to an educator," Bert grinned. Meg said well they had that interest in common. She said Marion should be left to go to sleep after lunch. "What would you like to do; we should go off somewhere." "Visit an art gallery or museum?" "Really?" Meg gurgled. I completed masters, majoring in anthropology and taught social science until just a few years ago. I just adore visiting museums." Meg picked up Lance at the airport early Saturday and she and Bert began the journey home straight after lunch. Marion actually felt well enough to join then at the table. * * * Meg had been astonished at just how much she'd enjoyed their trip away and it was not just because of Bert's sexy talk and having sex multiple times. He was damn good company once he'd loosened up. He really was a lovely guy but his attitude toward women required re-programming. He'd explained to her she'd mentally prepared herself for putting up the barriers simply by living alone. She'd said rubbish and he asked how many times a week did she go out after dark and Meg recalled gawking at him. He was so right and she'd sheepishly admitted it was rarely, usually just the occasional dinner party. Meg sighed thinking of the feeling she had for him when he said, "You are in danger of growing old before your time. I sincerely hope you have ignited in the few days you've been with me. I'm not really talking about you fucking like there's no tomorrow but that will be part of it. I'm saying you have loosened up significantly from that first telephone call and then in our first hour on the road trip." Meg had smiled and said she willingly admitted that and her was instrumental in her shift in attitude because he made her feel and think younger. She told him his coarse language had been quite a cultural shock. That conversation on the five-hour journey home with two stops for coffee had lifted Meg's hopes that he intended seeing more of her in future or perhaps he'd even suggest he shift in with her. But no such luck. When he stood outside Nina and Pete's house and held open the driver's door for her to take over the wheel they kissed, really deeply, he made no mention of a continuing relationship at any level, apart from saying as she drove off, "See you around Meg." Meg had waved and then burst into tears. It seemed so unfair. He'd probably been lying about not being interested in bimbos. Besides he'd be surrounded by nubile female students eager as part of their away-from-home education to have sex with an older man. * * * Daughter Nina shook her head as if not believing what she'd just heard. "You are telling me you've had sex with Bert Joyce?" "Yes." "How many times." Meg said firmly, "That is an improper question." "Mom I can't believe this. Women of your age don't have sex." Meg just rolled her eyes, infuriating Nina. "Well if they do they do it with men their own age." Meg said Nina appeared to be wonderfully ill-informed. Nina snapped her mother should seek counseling. "Whatever for? Everything appears to be working normally and I enjoyed the bed-play immensely. In fact I had the biggest orgasms I've ever experienced." "Mom you can't speak to me like that," Nina shrieked. "I'm your daughter." "Omigod darling, you are so naïve. I haven't told you everything there is to know about sex have I?" "I possess everything I need to know. And mom, when you visit this house please don't arrive with Toy Boy trailing you." "I'm unlikely to visit until I receive a big fat apology Nina." ""Mom, you haven't even got that right. I'm the one seeking an apology. You have shocked me to my very core." They reached in impasse so that conversation terminate. Meg felt all fired up and needed a man. But she sobbed to herself, by then being along, "The ones I know are really all too old for me." Meg seemed oblivious to the fact until a week ago she'd not thought of any of those guys as being too old for hanky-panky. During the next two days Meg had her hair cut short and highlighted and spent four grand upgrading her wardrobe. * * * At the university, Bert had female students coming into his office looking for sex, completely unaware that he'd probably prefer banging their moms. Usually they left when he explained he didn't engage in sex acts in return for giving higher marks. Of course some would sigh and say they might as well get on with it since they were already in his office and had locked the door. Bert didn't approve of no-strings-attached sex because it could only increase immorality in society but on the other hand he felt it unkind to these energized students to reject their advances. So more often than not morality was the loser. Occasionally some of the mothers arriving to pick up their daughters would be introduced to him and next time some of them would palm him a card with their phone number and would wink. The wink would say it all and often Bert would weaken to be responsible for extending immorality into the families of some of his students. Academically he was quite relaxed about that. Bert understood better than most how societies worked and decadence was simply one of the foundations of society. Bert was following this older babe into the mall and noticing her great legs and swaying ass. He licked his lips and then when she stopped to look at a display in a store window he breathed, "Great rack." The woman looked up at him and said "Hi Bert." "Hi um Meg." "Forgotten me all ready have you?" she said unsmilingly. "No of course not. Um coffee?" "I'd prefer wine." "Okay wine it is. Please take my arm young woman." Meg glided in triumphantly. He'd only have sex on his mind but she could change that. She had been waiting for the chance to ignite the younger buck and this was it! THE END