2 comments/ 121553 views/ 11 favorites Friend's Sofa By: IsabellaSims Travis had worked with Robert for almost a year. Now he slept on Robert and Sandy's sofa after a series of misfortunes - drugs, loss of a second loser girlfriend, loss of a cheap apartment, and now the loss of his worthless job. Since high school, Travis had never had a great job. Robert and Sandy were older but no better off than Travis was. Everyone in Moundville lived on the edge, just some more so. Robert worked midnight to eight at the paper mill twenty miles from town. Only the streetlight lit the small living room as Sandy made her way by memory to the galley kitchen. Travis's hand and his cock were best friends and while deep in sleep, the two friends were busy. She ignored him on the way there. Holding a cold beer on the way back to her room, she paused to watch. Her nightgown dropping on the floor probably was not what woke him or even aroused him from his nocturnal enjoyment. Maybe it was the aroma of her sex or the slurping of her fingers. Most likely, it was her whispering, "Need some help?" There was no thought given to Robert by either. No one mistook Sandy for a model; even a blind man would not. Few heads would turn as she passed. She could stand to lose a hundred pounds, not have her hair in a crew cut, and other things. She was naked and ready for what Robert had stopped giving her. In the early hours of that morning and the few mornings to follow, they took care of the other's needs until the sun shown though the tattered curtains. It was too bad that Robert got home early one day. Later the express mail person tried to deliver a letter to Travis. Neither Travis nor Sandy would be there again. At the Sleepy Inn Motel on the outskirts of Moundville, Sandy lay naked and sprawled across the bed not made for days. The knock on the door did not stir her as she drifted through the high of whatever her drug of choice had been in the middle of the night. Travis sat in the chair wearing only boxers and staring at the vibe peeking between her thighs from deep inside her. He snuffed the joint out and waved his hand though the air as if that would somehow hide the pungent smell of marijuana and sex. There was another knock. "Just a second!" He struggled to his feet, steadied himself, and then opened the door letting fresh air mix with room air, daylight with darkness. "Travis Markey?" the twenty something woman with her hair pulled back through the baseball cap in a fashionable ponytail asked as she held the express letter up towards his face. She surveyed the room then Travis then Sandy lying unmoved and unconscious on the bed. "Looks like a rough night," she whimsically said. "My buddies wife." Travis laughed as if he were unaware of the newly created erection pressing against his boxers. He signed the page on the clipboard and handed it back to her. "Like to join us?" He laughed and watched her long legs move her wonderful body back to the truck. When Sandy rejoined the world of those awake, she found a note taped to her stomach. "The room is paid for another night. Thanks. Travis." His few belongings and his well-worn Mustang were gone. -- Grandma Markey had not been a common fixture in Travis' life. The last time he had seen her was high school graduation three years ago. He had fallen far since then. He was the only living child or grandchild. The letter lay crumpled on the passenger seat. The words were already committed to memory and his car was speeding along Highway 43 north. He reached over and fingered the five one hundred dollar bills as he thought about the two-day drive ahead of him. He promised to be a better person. He knew he might fail. When cleaned up, Travis attracted the attention of women. It was something he had not been. Showered and wearing new clothes and freshly out of the barbershop with shorter hair and well shaved, he was back in form as he strutted into the coffee shop. Dottie had served many breakfasts and she scrawled his order across the pad while chewing a wad of gum. "That all stranger?" She didn't wait for his answer as she turned and slammed the paper up into the clip and yelled at the cook in an unintelligible vocabulary. He looked like others, almost normal, as he read the local paper and ate the breakfast. "Where're you off too handsome?" she asked as she filled his empty coffee cup. "Robbins. Leavin' my past in the rearview mirror." He laughed as he dipped his toast in the runny yellow of his eggs. "Best of luck. I've tried that too many times. It never works. Whose the new dame?" "Grandma." Dottie giggled and leaned her elbow on the counter beside the top of his newspaper. "Hey, if you're into older women, let me know." She giggled and glanced at the man with overalls and baseball hat a few stools away. He smiled as though he knew more about Dottie than others then ate another bite of pancakes. Five bucks was the largest tip Travis Markey had ever left and Dottie seemed pleased as the door closed behind him. "Anytime!" she said though he didn't respond or even hear the word. -- Her name was Alice Markey and was Travis' father's mother. Her husband had owned the shirt factory in Robbins until the sale to a company in the Orient. They were suddenly wealthy. That was ten years ago. Now Martin Markey was dead and she needed help taking care of the eleven-acre estate on Lake Wallace and the old Victorian house where she lived alone. The stripes on the pavement flashed along the car. It was north on Highway 43 then east on Highway 32. He would be there in the early afternoon and he puzzled as he thought about her request. "Hell, who cares?" he loudly said over the wind racing past the open window as fast as the stripes. -- She was rocking in the whicker chair on the large porch when he walked away from the dirty and bug covered Mustang whose paint job had seen better days. She stood and watched then waved. "Hi!" she said then walked demurely down the steps. He had expected a woman with gray hair in a bun, a long dress, and thick black shoes. Instead, she was nicely dressed in a smart blue skirt that ended at the knees, a white blouse revealing enough of her chest to let him know she was proud of it, brown hair that dangled to her shoulders, low pumps, and lips covered with a hint of lipstick. The hug was comfortable and so was the peck on the lips. "Damn, what a fine young man you've become." The curse word shocked him as one he did not expect. She leaned in for another hug and another kiss. She squeezed his biceps. "And a hunk too." The third hug lasted for over a minute and he felt her lips against his neck. "Thanks for coming," she whispered before her lips consumed his earlobe. She pulled back and looked at him while holding his upper arms. "Wow ... haven't felt that way for some time." She giggled and patted her chest as if having trouble catching her breath before turning towards the house. "Bring your stuff in and I'll show you your room." He paused and watched her older but still lovely body move against her clothes. He thought about Sandy and how it had not mattered what she looked like while they were breathing hard in the darkness. He even wondered about Dottie. He thought about them all until he heard the front door close and that jarred him back into the real world. The hallway went in two directions at the top of the center stairs of the symmetrical Queen Anne Victorian. "That's my room," she said as she pointed towards one of the two turreted bedrooms. "You can have the other." She led him until they were in a large bedroom. Centered in the room was an older large oak bed. A rounded sitting area in the turret had a loveseat. Several lovely oriental carpets covered some of the oak floor. "Wow!" "It is comfortable," she softly said as though it were quite normal a bedroom. "Make yourself at home. That will be your bath." She pointed and leaned against the tall oak dresser. Her arms rested loosely crossed in front of her. "Nice to have you here Travis." He watched his grandmother casually talking to him as though she actually did like having him there. "What do you like to do?" He wanted to say fuck and drink but reconsidered. "Guess I'm pretty laid back." Yeah, laid back with your pussy on my face. He scolded himself for having such crass thoughts. "Guess I'm between jobs right now. I was working at a paper mill and I got downsized recently." "I just need some help around here. It's too big for me. Hector takes care of the landscape. His wife Joanne cooks and cleans. I'll make it worth your while of course. Besides, I'm sure you will enjoy my company." She laughed and turned to walk out the room then paused and turned back. "The pool is nice. There's a small boat if you want to go out on the lake." "I need to get some shorts and a bathing suit I guess." "Why don't you go into town and do that. Sally is coming over. She's been such a dear friend for a long time, my age and a widow and all. I usually have dinner about six thirty. -- Alice lounged by the pool; a tall iced drink rested in the cup holder. The dark sunglasses hid her blue eyes from the world and a large straw hat kept her hair from blowing in the gentle breeze off the lake. The two-piece swimsuit both revealed and hid her still attractive body as she wiggled the toes of her left foot with the nails painted red. She sipped the drink and placed the glass back in the cup holder. A small belch escaped her lips and she grinned. "Hey Alice!" After a glance around, she stood and walked towards Sally carrying a towel and bag. "Brought something to eat," Sally said dropping the towel by an empty lounge. Sally hugged with one arm and rubbed her cheek against Alice's face. Her swimsuit covered much of her poorly ageing body and did little to hide the small band of fat. "Is he here?" she asked. "He arrived not long ago. He needed a few things in town. He is quite a head turner." "Oh my. My Johnny doesn't have much luck with the ladies, but I think he's handsome." Alice pulled a bottle of beer from the bag and twisted the top off. The opening rested softly against her lip as she poured it into her mouth. She paused and let an inch of the long neck slip between her lips several times before removing it. "Ah yes, he's my kind of guy. He makes me moan real-l good." She smiled as though she had at last gotten something hidden for a long time off her mind. "That's downright nasty." "Don't tell me you've never thought about your son ... or grandson that way. Damn, keep it in the family I say!" Her voice boomed. "I know I'm getting old and fat. I need to lose a few pounds." She slapped her belly twice then sipped more beer. "Sally...." Alice started and paused. She sat up and twisted around until she faced Sally. With her feet spread and her knees parted, an elbow rested on a knee, one hand rested on the cushion as she simply stared at her friend. "I had no idea that you...." Again, her voice trailed off. Sally's voice was low, soft, and sad. "In the lonely darkness, it feels the same regardless of who it is." She wiped at her face as a few tears filled the corner of one eye. "Sometimes I feel guilty. He's forty. It's not like I'm...." It was her turn to not finish. Alice stared at her friend trying not to judge her. Sally returned the stare and they sat for a moment in silence. "I miss Martin ... a lot. I find pleasure at night, you know, with myself. I sometimes want someone, anyone, to hold me and make me feel good." Alice Markey sat in quiet reflection as she realized how much she had just confessed to her best friend. Thoughts never admitted were now out. Sally moved beside her and put an arm over her shoulder, pulled her closer, and kissed her cheek. Her lips trailed along the face and over the lips. Alice could feel a tongue press against her mouth, then inside for a moment. Sally pulled back an inch, their noses almost touching, and eyes blinking as they looked at each other. "My best friend," Sally whispered then kissed her gently. "If you need someone, I'm here." It was a foreign thought to Alice, but obviously not to Sally. Alice's expression seemed to show just how foreign at thought it was. "Guess I full of surprises today." Sally laughed and moved away slightly. "No ... just things I'd not thought so much about." -- Sally was gone and Joanne was cooking dinner when Travis returned. "Hamburgers," Joanne yelled from the kitchen without looking up from the stove as he passed by the door to the kitchen. "Hey," he mumbled while dropping the bag of clothes on the table and exiting to the patio without stopping or venturing further conversation. He had glanced at the woman, at her tall slim figure encased in tight jeans and an even tighter tee shirt with nipples on breasts unencumbered by a bra. He puzzled at why he might have not taken at least a more interested look, but by then he was standing next to Alice. "Where the clothes?" She did not stand, but rather patted him on the thigh. "Left them in there. I'll wear them tomorrow. How was Sally?" "Surprising as usual, we always have a great time together. You just missed her. I know you two will get along. Did you meet Joanne?" "She looked busy." She'd look good riding my cock too he thought. Maybe you and she could take turns. Maybe Sally would join in. Maybe even Dottie. His fantasy grew by the second until he nearly embarrassed himself with a bulge in his pants. He quickly sat next to Alice. Though his experiences were few, his mind spun with images of women making wild love to him in large groups. Though Sandy had matched his urges nicely without other demands, he struggled to not let the image of her unconscious in the motel linger too long. She had noticed the bulge. Her hand rested on top of his thigh and she looked at his face as the conversation with Sally began replaying. She struggled with her thoughts and managed to keep her heat under control. He turned and their lips almost touched. A near miss and she wondered how long it would before something would happen. "Dinner!" Joanne stood in the opened French doors and yelled across the patio towards the pool before returning to the kitchen. Alice was grateful for the broken moment from which she knew she would probably not return intact. -- Travis anchored the boat a few hundred yards out from the dock and cast the line. Sally stood just in front of Alice and they watched him together. "He is quite handsome. Does he have a girlfriend?" Sally asked. "Nope. I caught myself watching him in the middle of the night. He was 'busy' as they say." Alice giggled. "Jerking off?" "Yeah. I enjoyed myself when I got back in bed. I did quite a bit." Alice laughed and kissed Sally's neck. "Horny old broad, aren't you?" Alice held Sally's waist and pulled her closer. Their bodies melded and her lips explored Sally's neck. Sally sighed and leaned her head back slightly as she enjoyed the sensations. "Careful," she finally mentioned and turned letting their lips linger together for a moment. Alice knew she had begun a trip down a new path and there would be no return to a normal life in ways she had for so very long. Sensing a change in her friend, Sally pushed her into the house out of sight from Travis. She leaned in and their lips did not part. "My-y," Alice drawled as Sally let her mouth separate from hers. Her hands covered a place over her heart and she breathed deeply. "Long time since I've been kissed like that." She took another deep breath, then another. "My-y." Sally smiled. "Not so bad was it?" She could tell it was the first kiss with a woman for Alice and she hoped not the last with her. "No, no, not at all. Where'd you learn that? Why now?" Alice leaned close and began another as if to test her self to see it would be as good. Their tongues flicked and rubbed as if they were teenagers at a drive-end theater in the backseat kissing for the first time. Her hand rested on Sally's chest and massaged the breast in large circles until she realized what she was doing and suddenly stopped. "It's okay," Sally gasped into Alice's mouth. Alice pulled back leaving space between them. "Not now, no...." She glared at Sally as if she'd sinned and been caught. She wanted to confess to.... She stopped yelling at herself and smiled. "It was-s nice." She gasped and brushed her blouse straight and then her hair. "Yes," Sally simply said and then was quiet as she watched her friend adjust her clothing as if she had climbed from the backseat to the front. She lightly pecked at Alice's lips. "Anytime." -- Several days passed and Alice managed to refrain from acting on urges discussed by her or Sally. By now, Sally would be at her Son's for two weeks of what she had referred to as 'R&R'. Sally had giggled after saying that. Alice knew what that meant. Now she laughed as she imagined them together for hours at a time. "Morning," Joanne politely said as she handed Alice a cup of morning coffee. Alice stood between the open French doors leading to the patio watching Hector and Travis planting a large shrub. Hector's wife beater undershirt lay on the ground near some tools. Sweat poured along his muscled and bare upper body and over several tattoos. She never understood why sweat on some men was so sensual. Hector was such a man. Martin was not. Joanne stood and watched. Joanne felt the same and Alice could hear her heavy breathing. "Quite a man." Alice had never been so bold and considered it un-lady like to say such things. They were not married but had lived together for ten years - the last year in her guesthouse. Alice had heard her in the night, often for long periods. She was a screamer. "You're lucky," Alice said as they continued to watch Hector. "Thank you ma'am." Joanne's customary smile grew filling more of her beautiful face. Alice had often matched Joanne's pleasurable feelings in the middle of the night, only alone and quietly by herself. Suddenly she looked forward to the next time. -- Travis walked closely as he carried his tee shirt towards his room. "Grandma," he mumbled and nodded. She reached out and dragged her hand over his sweaty chest and over the washboard stomach. She smiled, but said nothing. He smiled back. "Better shower," he said as he pulled away. She followed him up the stairs inhaling the aroma of a man after he has worked hard. Sweat covered his back as much as his chest. His dirty jeans covered a firm ass. Her imagination ran wild and she was terrified that there would be rejection. She yelled at herself insisting that she resist. She struggled. At the top of the stairs, she paused and watched him walk towards his room. She leaned against the banister, her hand rested over her chest. "Have a nice shower," she weakly managed to utter. He turned and unknowingly she let her hand move over her breast. He lingered and watched. "You could wash my back." She knew he was only teasing. His lips puckered and blew a kiss before continuing to the bedroom. She watched without moving. -- Alice's bedroom door was open and she sat in the turreted sitting area reading a novel when Travis walked by. It was out of the way and unexpected. He stood centered in the large doorway. "Hi Travis." Her voice was soft and inviting. Her hand motioned him to enter and she laid the book with a dashing man holding a bosomy woman on the cover on the small table next to her chair. Her long legs crossed just above the knee, her feet bare with one moving slowly though the air. The loose fitting dress did nothing to reveal her slim but lovely body. "Nice day it appears." She pointed at the empty chair on the other side of the table. He glanced at the cover of the book then at her. "Noticed Casablanca is playing at the library this afternoon. Would you like to join me?" Friend's Sofa "I didn't know you were into old movies." She smiled and leaned against one elbow resting on the chair arm. "Just trying to change, guess I've been running down a bad road lately. I can't thank you for letting me live here. I hope I'm helping pull my load." Her chest swelled for a moment. Even in the loose fitting dress, it was obvious. "Yes. Yes Travis. It feels nice having a man in the house." Her chest swelled again and her breasts filled the void. "What would do you like your dates to wear?" Her voice was light and casual. "I want you to have a nice time." She laughed softly and grinned. "Bet you'd look great in shorts and a tee shirt." He watched her more intently. "I could help you find something in your wardrobe." He began to stand, sat back down, the stood and walked towards the door. "It starts at four. You could wear nothing and I'd be happy." She knew it was just an expression, but it stirred her pleasantly. "Do you like them to wear heals?" She held back on the question of undergarments. She snickered to herself. "Anything." He left the room thinking about the way she looked the first day. -- Only kept women with some young stud wore skirts as short as hers. There had been several in Robbins over the years. Her legs were bare and extended well beyond the hem. They ended with heals several inches taller than she was accustomed. Her bare hips sashayed against the skirt with each step and the bare breasts jiggled. Their hands casually clasped each other and swung between them the two blocks from the only untaken parking place to the front of the library. "Damn," he had drawled when he first saw her. Now he began to relax and enjoy her presence. The auditorium was small and three other couples sat scattered about. They were all older. The women gasped and the men stared. Alice and Travis sat in the second row near the center isle. Little space separated them and they continued to hold hands as the lights dimmed soon after their watched entry. "We'll always have Paris," Bogart said in his rich throaty voice and Alice sighed deeply and loudly. Another woman cried and another wiped her face with a handkerchief. Travis squeezed her hand reassuringly and kissed her cheek. "Yeah," he moaned softly. Her fingers stroked his thigh, her face close, and she whispered, "I hope so." Travis assumed she was speaking to Bogart, but he wished it were for him. He kissed her cheek again. -- The sidewalks were empty but the daylight lingered as they emerged from the library. "How about dinner?" he asked. She nodded and pulled at his hand and laughed. "I'm having such a grand time." Her voice was gay and free like a schoolgirl. "Don't let it end." She pulled her shoes off and skipped barefooted, then ran. "We'll always have Robbins," Travis teased as he ran along side her. The restaurant was dark and formal; the host dressed in a suit stared as she slipped her shoes back on. He frowned and then walked away. They followed deep into the bowels of the establishment past many empty tables and a few early diners. He stopped by a booth and waited for them to sit. Alice slid next to Travis and glanced up as the man placed the menus in front of them then left with a scowl on his face. Travis found bare skin rather than fabric as he laid his hand on her thigh. She could sense the hesitation before he gave in. He wondered what was above his hand. She wondered how long it would take him to find out. The thud of her heart was like a jackhammer. She placed a hand over her chest as she did more often in his presence. "A bottle of Merlot," she told the server. "You choose ... maybe something from Northern California." He nodded and walked away. She became concerned her heart would escape her chest soon. Calm down she told her self and took a few deep breaths. "Are you okay?" "Yes. Just feeling like a schoolgirl on a first date. Silly, isn't it?" "Well...." Travis paused and faced her. Their lips were still unfamiliar with each other yet so close. "Me too." He sputtered and coughed. "Well, not a schoolgirl." He laughed. "I understand. I'm glad you don't mind being with such an old woman." "You are the most lovely, sensual woman I've been with. Besides, you're not that much older than me." She roared with laughter for a second until she remembered where they were. The smile remained as she leaned so close their lips touched. She leaned in again and their lips lingered a moment longer. "What's forty years?" She giggled again. "You do make me feel better than in a long, long time." They drank the last of the Merlot as they ate the last of the dinner. "Maybe some cheesecake. We could share a fork," she suggested. After three glasses of wine, her voice had developed a different quality and she became even more desirable to him. He nodded with enthusiasm and the server again vanished without further conversation. They took turns feeding the other until only a single crumb graced the plate. Beside the passenger door of the Mustang, she reclined with a hand against a hip. "Goddamn...." She shifted her weight to the other high heal shoe. "What a goddamn great night." "Grandma." Travis sounded shocked as he stared at her. She stepped closer, paused, then another step as she considered her feelings. The sensations were old and raw. Ones she had when Martin courted her. Ones she had almost forgotten. Sure, she had chased orgasms by herself, but now feelings she could not resist consumed her. She yelled at herself to calm down, to back off. He's your grandson one voice in her head screamed. Shut up another voice yelled back. Travis touched her waist with one hand, then the other. He could feel the warmth of her breath blowing over his face as her lips pursed together. She would be like soft clay against his body he assured himself. He would mold her and shape her. Suddenly he realized his limited experience with making love. Sandy and two others, just a few times with each, then there were large quantities of his hand. He laughed at himself and almost gave up. Her lips touched first. His tongue inserted itself. She sucked it deeper. They pawed like young kids. They ignored the spectacle on Main Street for a moment and she pushed back hard. "No." She regained her thoughts. "Not here." It was a compromise with her primal parts. She brushed her hands over her clothes in an attempt to erase what had just happened. Her voice was soft and quiet, as she whispered, "Just not here." His hands again held her waist. He could feel how it was smaller than the parts above and below. He gasped and shuddered. "Okay." He massaged her waist and let go. "It felt, ah, right, ah, good." He stammered the words as he began to relax, to calm his arousal. "Go slow." Alice shrugged her shoulders and opened the car door. She fastened her seatbelt as he settled in the drivers seat. "Travis...." She paused for a few breaths and he was quiet as he watched with his hands on the steering wheel and the engine idling. "Martin was the only man I've been with for many years. He was good to me. Mind you, he was not a great lover. I don't know if you are either." She paused again. "Oh God, here I am talking to my grandson about lovers." Again, she paused, this time for longer as she faced the window before turning back. "I have my needs and I take care of them myself quite nicely. It would be nice to have you hold me some nights ... if you would like." "Yes." Travis moved the lever to first gear and pulled from the curb. He stopped for the red light at 2nd Avenue and looked at Alice staring straight ahead. "I don't want to just use you." The light changed and the other two lights were green. Several miles passed in silence other than the rumble of the exhaust from the large engine with the heavy-duty cam and large carburetor. Alice stared ahead. "You don't have to." Her hand moved onto his thigh and rubbed along the fabric. "I just miss that touch of a man." She thought about how Sally had made her feel by just holding her and kissing the other day. She sighed and breathed deeply. "Of anyone." He held the door open and watched the top of the thighs as her legs moved one at a time hiding nothing while she twisted in the seat. The warm breeze from the lake tossed her hair as she stepped from the car. She leaned close and let her lips linger against his, their bodies rubbed in inviting ways. Her hands caressed his chest and her demanding breath filled his mouth. "Let's try," she said hoarsely but quietly. "Let me teach you how." Her voice grew deep and raspy. She could already feel the wetness as her body screamed for release. She slammed the door and pulled at the hand she gripped tightly. Her clothes were scattered between the door of the bedroom and the bed. She lay naked and wanting as he undressed tentatively and slowly. "We have all night," she whispered. "Take your time with me." Hurry before I change my mind she said to herself. He lay beside her as they explored the other's mouth with long deep wet kisses. His hand roamed her chest, stomach, and between her thighs becoming familiar with all. His palm lightly massaged over her pussy and she moaned her approval. A fingertip dragged though the wetness plowing between the lips then grazing the clit. "Ah-h," she gasped loudly hoping it would be Joanne's turn to hear. Alice was sure of it. "Ah-h," she gasped with each touch. His weight pressed her into the mattress as he first lay atop her. Their mouths soon parted and he kissed very slowly downward. "Darlin'," she cooed as he nibbled a nipple. A hand rolled the other breast in soft circles. "Darlin'." Her knees rose cradling him between her thighs as if to keep in from leaving or directing him to that place on her body. A foot fell against his back and slid along the youthful skin. Her fragrance filled his nostrils as his lips kissed through the top of the short hair and soon wrapped around the swollen bud of her clit. "Yes-s-s-s!" The drawn out word rocketed towards the ceiling and fell back at the same speed. Her crotch bucked hard against his face and he fought to hold on. She wriggled her hips to reposition herself. His hands gripped her buttocks tightly. She was wild and in need. They both knew it. "I cum easily ... and often." Her breathing was desperate. "Ah-h," she gasped. The words, the gasps grew more frequent. Her writhing faster now and his grip tightened. "Ah-h. Ah-h," she gasped more quickly. He could not breathe. "Yeah, there." He gasped filling himself with her aroma and wetness. "Yeah." She bucked a last time. "Yeah." Through the open windows, she heard Joanne scream though the end of her orgasm. His face rested along the top of her thigh as he looked across her stomach towards her face. She smiled. "Darlin'," she drawled. "I think we will have a good time." Her hands pulled at his head and he followed. She kissed her nectar from his face and chin as her hand reached between his thighs. "Let me," she begged as she twisted herself until her lips kissed his erection. "Hmmm," he groaned. The back of his head rested against his clasped hands and his cock began to vanish in his grandmother's mouth. -- Travis still lay asleep and undressed in Alice's bed as she returned from the bathroom at seven. She leaned against the footboard and watched his breathing and his hand massaging his cock. She sat softly on the edge of the mattress and her hand joined his hand. She giggled to herself as she tried to remember the last time she had masturbated a man. Maybe never she realized. She felt the erection swell in her hand and now it was alone. He watched, grunting and groaning as the cum began to spurt and fall against them. "More," she scolded and squeezed more tightly while milking him for the last drops. She leaned down and licked the head of the cock clean. She heard the pots and pans rustle in the kitchen then looked towards his face. "It won't be the only time Darlin'." -- Joanne stood at the stove and turned a pancake as Alice walked in wearing just the long tee shirt she often slept in. "Coffee's ready," Joanne said without looking. The stainless carafe of the coffee maker rattled as Alice forced it back in place. She leaned against the counter and let the steam rise past her nostrils. She took her first sip and yelped as the hot coffee burned her lips. "Congratulations ... seems you are lucky too." Joanne snickered as she put the pancake on a plate. "It sounded like you were enjoying yourself too." Alice laughed and smacked her on the hip as she walked to the patio. Joanne followed and put the plate on the table with some silverware. "Hope he stays. Hector says he is a good worker." -- A week passed and Sally returned from the visit with her Son and joined Alice by the pool as though nothing had happened or no time had elapsed. Sally sucked the neck of the beer bottle between gulps until the bottle was half empty. "So-o-o," Sally started and then stared at Alice as if she did not have to actually ask the question on her mind. "And how is Johnny?" Alice smartly giggled and sipped her ice tea. "Good ... as usual. Damn good, I must say. He has a particular talent." She laughed and wiggled her crotch. "You fucked him yet?" She gulped her beer and let her feet fall on either side of the lounge. "Guess I won't get to please you, damn." Another gulp rolled along her tongue. "I was up for that." She finished the bottle and quickly stood as if upset. "What the fuck is wrong?" Alice turned so both feet rested together beside the lounge. She glared at Sally. "Have I done something wrong?" Sally spread her feet as if to attack then jammed her fist against her hip. "No, no ... not you. Shit!" She paused and rocked back and forth a few times. "He's got a girlfriend. I doubt it will last. I was just so horny. Shit! Shit!" "I wondered why you came back a week early." Alice patted the cushion next to her. Sally didn't move. "Come on. Come on. Sit down here." She patted again. Sally's warmth mingled with Alice and they were silent for a few minutes just enjoying the feel of the other so close. Alice's head hung low and her hands folded in her lap. "Yes I have. I must say it was great, at least the first few times. Better than Martin." She paused and dabbed at a tear. "I just wanted a lover and companion. He wanted to move into my bedroom. I'm used to having it to myself. Emotionally he was just a child." Again, she paused and gasped as she struggled to choke back a flood of tears. "If he would have just been happy to mess around a few times a week ... maybe, just maybe...." She continued to gasp and sob and wipe at her face until the tears flooded faster than a small dab could handle. Both hands wrapped her face as it shook. "He left yesterday. He mumbled about Sandy ... Dottie ... whoever they are. Fool! Maybe I was the fool." Alice leaned her head on Sally's shoulder for a moment before kissing her ear. "We're friends and friends take care of each other ... right?" She suckled the earlobe she had spoken past. "Right?" Friend's Son Stayed With Us I had an unusual experience on and off for about two years when my friends 19-20 year old son would stay with us for a week at a time, 3-4 times a year for conferences he would support at the San Diego conference center. We had known him since he was a little boy and he had grown into a handsome young man. He worked in the construction industry and had started up his own business. He was a very likable young man and when his Mom asked us if he could stay at our house to save some money while he was in town for the various tradeshows. I quickly said sure as we have a five bedroom house with no kids. I had found out four years earlier that I would never be able to have children so the house was really too big for my husband and myself. I have to admit that when he showed up I was very physically attracted to him. He has beautiful blue eyes, tall and very deep tan from being out side so often. We flirted with each other but nothing that direct and all in good fun. My husband clearly did not mind. I have a ritual that my husband and I go to bed and I will read for an hour as he falls to sleep. I always go down stairs and drink a glass of water before returning back upstairs. Well the second night Scott was there, I went down stairs not thinking about Scott being there. I was in my usual panties and a tank top that only went down to my hips leaving my panties in full few. As I popped in the kitchen, Scott stood in just a little pair of jockey underwear clearly showing his penis out line. I froze until he asked me if I had trouble sleeping. I told him no, that I always come down to get a drink of water before bed. We made small talk while I got my water and I noticed that both of us were stealing glances of the others under garments. His penis was getting hard and huge. As we finished our small talk and I headed upstairs I could not believe we had actually seen each other with very little clothes on. The next night the same thing happened, and we both had chosen to wear the same type of clothes. He joked that we were going to have to stop meeting this way. I got a drink we talked a little about his tradeshow and he began to tell me about it. He suddenly complimented my panties saying that they looked really cute and soft. I said they were from Victoria Secret and that they were really comfortable. He asked if he could feel how soft and I stumbled and indicated that it would be OK. He continued talking about the trade show but his hand wandered over to my panties and he very gently rubbed the cloth right over my pubic mound. He made a number of little circles before he slowly let his hand go lower into the folds of my vagina. I was so excited by his touch that my panties got wet very quickly. He just continued to talk as his fingers were driving me crazy. I did not have the will power to pull away from his touch. Then the tip of his finger found my clitoris as he gently rolled it in the moisture. It did not take long and an orgasm over took my body and my knees almost buckled. He slowly pulled his hand away and then told me that he hoped I would sleep like a baby. I thought to myself I will now. When I got to my room I was in shock at what had just happened. How could I have let him fingered me to an orgasm. How could he be so bold as to think he could do that to me? In the morning, Scott blasted off to the trade show as my husband and I headed to work. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the morning or that evening. My husband and I went to bed as usual and I stayed up reading as he fell to sleep. I debated on going down stairs to get my usual glass of water but in the end I could not help myself and had to go. This time as we talked Scott hand slowly came over and started rubbing my vaginal lips. This time he took the tip of his finger and gently put pressure around the entrance to my vagina and drove me crazy until he finally put pressure on my clitoris and soon brought me to orgasm. When I went back to bed that night I intentionally rolled over on my husband and woke him up. We ended up making love. I was both relieved and disappointed when Scott was done with his tradeshow and went back home. Four months later Scott had called our house to see about staying during another tradeshow and my husband readily welcomed him to stay. He and my husband had a lot in common and got along great. I am embarrassed to say that we did the same thing when he returned for that second tradeshow. Every evening we met down stairs and every night he fingered me through my panties to orgasm. We never kissed or anything that week. On the very last day he gave me a hug and wished me a good night's sleep. It really was so surreal how it has all been about giving me physical release. It was almost 5 months later that Scott again was going to stay with us. I had a little lower back pain but nothing that significant. Just over did my Yoga. That night we ended up meeting in the kitchen once again but this time Scott said that he wanted to help my lower back feel better. He had me lean over the island in my kitchen on my elbows. His hands massaged my lower back and hips feeling wonderful. He slid back away from me and one hand massaged my back and the other slid down and was massaging my vagina. It did not take long and I had an orgasm. The next evening, he did the same thing, massaging my lower back then I suddenly felt his warm cock had been taken out and he was using it to massage my vagina. This was driving me crazy and it caused me to reach an orgasm. He did the same thing again the next night. Slowly he ran it up and down my panty covered vagina making me come. The next night was the night I had been afraid would happen some day. He massaged my lower back again and he pressed his penis into my panties making them very wet. Then slowly but surely my panties eased their way down and dropped to the floor. The head of his penis played in the folds of my labia for 2-3 minutes before the tip of his penis entered me and then pulled back out. He must have done this twenty times before slowly sinking it into my vagina all the way. This was only the second penis to be in me as I was a virgin with my husband. He was much larger around than my husband and within only a few strokes I had an orgasm. He slowed but continued to move as second orgasm happened and then Scott exploded inside of me. It felt so good. Well this happened for the next two years until Scott got a steady girlfriend. Although I must say we still "accidentally bump into each other" when he stays over for his tradeshows. My husband still has no idea but he loves my increased interest in sex.