8 comments/ 134035 views/ 2 favorites Bryan's Song Ch. 01 By: abbeynormal Early autumn in Indian Rocks Beach was a peaceful time. Too early for the snowbirds who routinely flock to Florida's warmer climate. Too late for the summer vacationers. And peace was just what I needed right now. The previous six months of my life had been pure hell. Stress to the 10th degree. All because the man I married turned out to be a philandering idiot. I'd been working as a manager in a large department store and it fell to me to close the store on a Wednesday night. Even though it was a necessary evil, I didn't like closing. Since my husband, Ben, had switched to working third shift because of the pay differential it meant that I had to clear out of the house in the morning so as not to disturb him while he slept and it cut into what little personal time we had together. I resented his decision, feeling that we really didn't need the extra money as much as we needed our evenings together. It also angered me that he made the choice without discussing it with me first. That morning I spent a couple of hours at the library and then went to the gym to work out. Since becoming the store manager, my eating and exercising habits had pretty much fallen by the wayside and I needed to get back into the groove. I showered at the gym but then slipped home to change into my business attire. Though I tried to be quiet, I knew Ben was aware of my presence by the way he tossed and turned in bed. I departed quickly, stopping to eat lunch at a neighborhood diner on my way to the store. I was dog-tired when I got home that night. My feet hurt from being in high heels all day and my brain was spinning from looking at budget reports. I peeled off my clothes and threw on an oversized T-shirt to sleep in. Wearily I staggered to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and take out my contact lenses. The day had been cold and damp so I also took a cold pill as I could feel my sinuses begin to congest. When I finally fell into bed, I hadn't been there more than a minute before I was fast asleep. To this day, I don't know what woke me up. I can only attest to the fact that my eyes opened and I realized it was still dark outside. When I squinted at the clock, I was barely able to make out that it was just after 5:00am. I was about to roll over and go back to sleep when I heard a noise downstairs. Someone was trying to get in the front door and wasn't being too quiet about it. I reached for the cordless phone by the bed but it was gone. Ben must have made a call earlier in the day and then just set the phone down where ever he ended up in the conversation. It was a habit of his that drove me nuts and now it was having potentially dire consequences. Fear turned my mouth to cotton and it's probably just as well that I was unable to call the police. I'm not sure that I would have been able to say anything to them anyway. My heart raced even faster when I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Our neighbor's home had been broken into the week before and I was afraid we were about to be the next crime victims in the subdivision. As the footsteps got closer to the bedroom, I reached under the bed and pulled out the shotgun that Ben insisted we keep there. My hands trembled and I watched the doorway. I'm not a great marksman but you don't have to be when you're using a shotgun at close range. A figure appeared, framed by the portal and I cocked the gun and snugged it tight against my shoulder. The figure paused for a moment and then moved again. In that instant I pulled the trigger. A deafening boom split the air and I heard a distinct thud as a body fell into the wall and then crumbled to the floor. My hands were shaking so badly that I nearly dropped the shotgun. Once I got it safely to the mattress I reached for the lamp and almost knocked it over in my attempt to turn on the light. What I saw when the room was illuminated made a strangled scream emerge from my throat. There was Ben, lying in a bloody heap just inside the doorway. Normally, I am the best person to have around in a crisis as I can usually keep a cool head and a calm demeanor no matter what, but this sent me over the edge. I ran around the upstairs looking for the phone for several minutes before it dawned on me that I might have more success if I could see. I cursed my decision to wait until the weekend to go into the optician to pick up my new glasses and fumbled to get my contact lenses back in. With normal vision restored, I was still running around the house like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. It was a full fifteen minutes later when I finally found the phone (in between the sofa cushions) and was able to call 911. That day I learned that even at 5:30 in the morning, the sight of police cars and ambulances in front of your house will generally bring out the neighbors. The gentleman who lived across the street came over when he saw me standing outside, still wearing just my nightshirt and shivering in the cold. He wrapped a big blanket around me and then stayed by my side while the police questioned me at length about what had happened. I thank God that David was there. He was an attorney and although he limited his practice to real estate development, he knew that I was potentially in a great deal of trouble and advised me not to say anything further until I had legal counsel. At first I balked. I'd done nothing wrong and I wasn't under arrest so I didn't feel the need to have a lawyer. But he, in his calm but insistent way, got through to me. Fortunately, he had a friend who did a lot of defense work and Randy came over almost immediately. I still don't know whether that was a good thing or not. I wonder, if I'd just cooperated with the police to begin with, would they have simply ruled it an accidental shooting and gone on with their business? Was it the fact that I clammed up and got a lawyer over there within the hour that made them dig deeper? Who knows? I can only say that it was the beginning of nearly six months of hell. Even though I knew objectively that I'd done nothing wrong and that Ben could have identified himself when he heard me cock the gun, I still carried a ton of personal guilt over his death. It was common knowledge among family and friends that Ben and I didn't have the ideal marriage. We fought regularly and usually over the smallest of things. When it was revealed that Ben hadn't gone to work that night and had, in fact, spent the night with his girlfriend, I was accused of having killed him in a jealous rage. Never mind the fact that it's pretty hard to be jealous when you don't know your spouse is stepping out on you. And the fact that I was the one who had arranged for us to see a marriage counselor weighed only marginally in my favor. In the end, I was completely exonerated but an emotional wreck. Surprisingly enough, it was Ben's oldest sister who came to my aid and suggested that I just get away for a while. My therapist agreed and so I took a leave of absence from my job, left the damp dreary Midwest and headed to Florida. I'd been to Indian Rocks Beach two years before with a couple of my girl friends. Something about the magnificent sunsets over the Gulf of Mexico pulled me back now that I really needed the serenity and I called the realtor who had rented us the condo. Virginia was wonderful and found a small apartment that fit my needs perfectly. Most of the other tenants in the building were middle-aged, like me or older. The odd ducks were the three young men who shared a unit nearby. I noticed them one night as I was sitting on my balcony drinking a beer. They were cooking on a small grill and obviously having a good time. One of them shouted over an invitation to me. I had to admit that the food smelled very good but I suspected that I was at least 20 years older than they were and didn't want to become their den mother so I waved them off and continued to watch the sun sink below the horizon. After nearly 20 years of working full time, two of which were also spent in pursuit of my MBA, forced inactivity didn't come easily to me. The first few weeks I spent reading. So many novels I'd wanted to read over the years and now I had the time. I'd always been a fast reader and devoured every word. But after a while, I found I didn't even want to look at a child's picture book. Playing gin rummy with the seniors in my building every day wasn't that appealing but I did it just to avoid becoming a hermit. I continued my nightly ritual of watching the sunset from my patio while drinking a beer. I only allowed myself to drink one per day and only at that time of day. I knew myself well enough that if I didn't place that restriction; I'd end up drinking far more than I should. Most nights, at least one of the guys was out on the balcony. Sometimes they were cooking. Sometimes they were sitting and drinking as well. They always waved to me and, if they were grilling, they'd extend an invitation to dinner that I would decline. One Friday night, as I was walking to the fridge to get my beer, there was a knock at my door. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone and couldn't even begin to imagine who it might be. I opened the door to see a young man holding two beer bottles. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hallway I could tell that it was one of the neighbor boys. "Hi," he said, "Since it didn't look like you were gonna come visit us, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I dropped by." On the one hand I was a little put off by his persistence. On the other hand, he was exceedingly polite. The few times that we'd bumped into each other in the parking lot or even when I was taking out the trash, he was very respectful, said a quiet 'hello', smiled and moved on. I'm sure he felt that he'd given me plenty of opportunities to introduce myself. Granted, a more experienced guy would have realized that I just wanted to be left alone, but there was something about his warm, genuine smile that demanded an acknowledgement. "Well, since you thought to bring along the LaBatts, I guess it's okay to let you in," I said as I stepped aside and allowed him to enter. He walked all the way to the patio door before he turned around to speak to me. "Yeah, I noticed that seemed to be your brand." "That's the nice thing about the higher alcohol content of Canadian beer. Twice the buzz for the same volume," I responded as I walked towards him. He opened the sliding door to the patio and stepped through the portal. I wasn't sure just where this encounter was headed. The quiet, almost bashful young man that I thought I knew was changing before my eyes; adopting a supremely self-assured and commanding presence. But since he did still have the beer in his hand and since we were on my home turf, so to speak, I wasn't really alarmed just puzzled, and so I followed him. When we were both on the patio, he looked around and noted how sparsely it was furnished. A single lounge chair and side table were the only functional pieces of furniture. Most of the space was taken up with huge pots full of flowers, herbs and other plants. It was one of the things I missed during a normal Midwestern autumn and winter and I was determined to have an abundance of color and scent around me now that I was in a warmer climate. I immediately stepped back through the door to bring out one of the dining table chairs. "It's okay," he assured me. "We can share." I looked skeptically at the lounger. "I don't think you want me sitting on your lap and you're way too big to fit on mine." He smiled indulgently at me. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind. Come here." He took me by the hand and led me to the chair. First he sat down but let his legs dangle over the sides. Then he encouraged me to sit down between his legs and lean back into his chest. It was a very intimate position and one I wasn't ready to adopt. Instead, I turned to face him and sat on the lower portion of the chair, with my legs hanging over the edge as well. He deftly opened the two beers and handed a bottle to me. I felt self-conscious as he watched me take a long swig of mine. It was a habit I'd gotten into when I first started drinking beer. I didn't really like the taste of the stuff so I drank it in a few long sips just to get past the bitterness. It wasn't until later that I learned there were better tasting beers on the market, but by then the habit was ingrained. "So," I asked, trying desperately to find something innocuous to say, "What do I call you? I don't think I've ever heard your name." "Oh, yeah, I guess you wouldn't have. I'm Bryan." "Thanks for the beer, Bryan. I'm Debra." "Yeah, I know." "You know?" I panicked for a moment trying to determine how he would have found out. My name wasn't on my mailbox and since it locked, there was no way he could have looked at my mail. He chuckled, as my confusion was apparent just from looking at me. "Yeah. Mrs. Jankowski doesn't know how to keep a secret. She told me all about you." Ah, one of my gin rummy friends. I should have known better than to confide in a bunch of little old ladies who have nothing else to do but sit around playing cards and gossiping. Still I wondered just how much 'all about me' really encompassed. Did she mention that I was a widow whose husband 'died in a tragic accident' (which was all I had mentioned of the incident, claiming that my grief was too fresh to talk about it) and on the verge of a nervous breakdown? Or did she simply leave it at the fact that I was not married and just wanted a vacation? "Thanks. I'll have to remember that in the future." I took another long sip of beer and then stared at him. I tried to figure out why he had taken this intense interest in me. I certainly wasn't of his generation and stripped of my professional attire and cosmetics, which is how I spent my days here, I was very plain looking; certainly not the type who would normally have attracted the attention of a young hottie like this. "You know, you're missing the sunset." I craned my neck around to watch the sky change colors as the sun dropped towards the horizon. It was a sight that I hoped I'd never take for granted or grow to feel it was too mundane to bother with. The purples and oranges that painted the sky in such vivid color were difficult to describe and it dawned on me that I probably should bring out my camera and take pictures some time. I had told Ben's sister about the beautiful scenery when I made my decision to move down here. Perhaps she'd like to see what I meant. "Debra, you're gonna get a stiff neck doing that." Bryan's words made me focus once again on the here and now. "Come on, turn around and sit with me. It's not like I'm some sort of mad rapist or maniacal killer." I was still suspicious but figured that I could at least turn around. I shifted position but maintained several inches of space between our two bodies. I heard Bryan chuckle but I ignored him and took another long swig of my beer. For a long time we sat and watched the sun sink below the horizon. Even after it was completely dark and the stars twinkled brightly in the night sky; we sat in silence and watched as couples took a nighttime soak in the Jacuzzi and beachcombers walked along the edge of the water. I gasped when I felt his hands touch my back. "Are you normally this jumpy?" he asked. "Only around people I don't know." "Hey, I'm just trying to help you relax. You're too tense." That prompted me to smile. If he thought I was tense now, I wonder what he would have thought of me six months ago. I believed I was pretty relaxed, considering all that I'd been through but he obviously didn't agree. "Okay, I'll try." "Just give in and go with the flow," he instructed as his hands moved to my shoulders and neck. I nodded and tried to release the tension from my body, letting him massage away my stress and cares. I could feel my breathing slow down and become more even. I closed my eyes and listened to the crash of the waves on the beach and the call of the gulls as they flew over the shoreline. It seemed like his hands moved in the same rhythm as the waves and I could almost feel myself begin to sway in synchronization. "That's it," he said softly, almost nuzzling my ear. "Relax and let go of the tension." A small voice in the back of my head told me to get up and walk away or I'd be getting into something I really wanted no part in but the truth was, Bryan was right. I was tense. Despite having lived in a nearly idyllic setting for several weeks, paradise had not yet washed away all the residual effects of those horrendous six months. And it felt so good to be touched by a man, even if it was simply a back rub. It should come as no surprise that my sex life with my husband had gone south along with our relationship. As I flipped through the pages of my mental calendar, I realized that it had been nearly a year since the last time I'd had sex with him. Except for a few 'moral support' hugs and shoulder squeezes from my attorney, no man had even touched me since the day I shot Ben. Now I was reveling in the sensation of Bryan's strong fingers massaging the muscles of my neck and shoulders. I could feel myself growing limp under his expert manipulations. "Debra." I didn't have time to respond before I felt his lips brush across my neck. All the while his hands continued to squeeze and release my shoulders and upper arms. "Mmmmm, you smell wonderful; like flowers." He nuzzled behind my ear for a moment. "And fresh fruit," he added. "The perfect Florida scent." That caught my attention. It would take a pretty sophisticated nose to identify the blend of peaches and hyacinth that scented the bath products I used. Now I was intrigued and wanted to know more about this young man. Who was he? What did he do for a living? How old was he anyway that he could put together such a smooth seduction? His actions were totally at odds with his apparent age. Once again, I tried to put on the brakes. "Bryan," I said, leaning forward away from him, "We shouldn't be doing this." "Why not? We're both consenting adults." He pulled me back to him. "You are over the age of consent aren't you? I'd hate to be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor." I chuckled. "Yeah, I celebrated that birthday nearly 30 years ago." I hoped my message that I was quite a bit older than he was would sink in and make him reconsider his actions. I couldn't say that I wasn't enjoying what he was doing and the thought of a roll in the hay with him was interesting but my mind couldn't get past the age difference. Though he joked about it, I really did feel like I was corrupting a child. He wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and was quiet for a moment. "Don't get hung up on numbers, Deb." "Easy for you to say. You haven't hit the down hill side of middle age yet." I felt him stand up behind me and then he was lifting me up as well. He turned me around so that I was now looking at his chest. There was no moon shining in the sky. The security light that normally shined outside my patio was burned out and I made a mental note to call the management company about it in the morning. Only the pool lights and a few tiki torches that a few residents used to illuminate their balconies and patios kept away the darkness. Bryan's rugged handsomeness, so prevalent in daylight, was even more pronounced in the shadows. "I don't think this is really about age. I think you're just afraid." I instantly bristled. "Afraid? Of what?" "Of letting your hair down and just feeling free to be yourself," he whispered intensely in my ear. The way my heart was beating certainly reinforced the idea that I was frightened but not for the reason he said. At that moment I was very intimidated by him. The shy, quiet and friendly neighbor disappeared and was replaced by this supremely self confident and insistent young man. Bryan's Song Ch. 01 I tried to break away but his strong hands remained on my shoulders and pulled me to him in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue's rough invasion of my mouth met with neither resistance nor compliance. I was simply too stunned to respond in any fashion. The fingers of his left hand intertwined in my hair while his right hand slid down to my breast and almost mauled it with the urgency of his desire. When his mouth finally released mine I was completely breathless. "You want this, Debra. I can tell. You can stand here and give me a dozen reasons why we shouldn't but you can't honestly tell me that you don't want to." My body was shaking with pent up desire. As much as I wanted to deny his words, I couldn't do it. I did want him to take me right there on the patio. My long subdued sexual frustration didn't even want to wait to get to my bed but still I couldn't get my mind past one thing. "No", I argued. "I'm too old for this." His voice became tender and his touch gentle. He stroked my hair as if I were his pet. "Debra, don't listen to yourself. You're a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman. You're in your prime." I could only stand there and shake some more. He kissed me gently on the forehead and then tilted my face up to look him directly in the eye. "What did he do to you?" he asked with deep concern. "Who?" "Your husband. Mrs. Jankowski mentioned that you'd been married. What did he do to make you doubt yourself so much?" If he'd tried harder he couldn't have found a better way to cut to the core of the problem. Ben had never been particularly complimentary about my appearance and in the last few years he'd begun referring to me as his 'old lady'. While I laughed about it at the time, it was now apparent that his words had sunk in and caused me to think of myself as prematurely aged. Anger began to burn through the haze of years of negative reinforcement and I started to look at Bryan in a whole new light. So what if he was younger? He was obviously interested and a roll in the hay had to be better than the constant introspection I'd been doing. After all, hadn't I come here to get away from the life that had caused me so much grief? "Nothing that's worth talking about. And you're right. I do want this." "Good." He took my hand and led me back into the apartment. I had barely closed the door behind us when he pulled me close to him, holding me so tightly that I could hardly breathe. "You're not going to regret this, Debra. I promise you that." I was somewhat surprised that, considering how ferocious he'd been earlier when he kissed me on the patio, he turned out to be a very gentle and considerate lover. He led me to my bedroom and took great care with my clothes as he undressed me, making sure that each piece was folded neatly and set aside. Despite the fact that I was nearly trembling with anticipation, I took the same care with his T-shirt and swim trunks and he chuckled at me. Still feeling a bit self-conscious about my appearance, I was very glad that he didn't insist on turning on the lamps. In the dark, with only his words in my ear, it was easy to believe I was young, beautiful and sexy and my body responded in kind. As his hands traced the curves of my breasts, waist and hips, I sighed and felt my knees grow weak. My arms were looped loosely around his neck and I turned my face up to his, aching for the feeling of his lips on mine. Bryan did not disappoint me. His mouth moved smoothly across mine; tasting, teasing and nipping before sliding across my jaw to a very sensitive spot just below my ear. I didn't realize at first that there was music playing somewhere in the background and finally recognized the sound as coming from my clock radio. It was programmed to play at night while I tried to relax enough to drift off to sleep and now soft jazz floated from the speakers. The music told me that it was actually later than I thought and made me wonder just how much time we'd spent sitting on the patio. Then his hands traveled down my spine and over my ass and my attention immediately snapped back to what was happening now. "God, your ass is so amazing!" he exclaimed while squeezing it firmly. "I can't wait to fuck it." That statement took me aback but I passed it off as a comment made in the heat of passion and not something he'd actually follow through on. I let my fingertips brush over his shoulders and chest, dropping down to his nipples and noticed they were already hard. When he pushed me back towards the bed, I didn't resist and fell to the mattress with my arms and legs spread wide, eagerly awaiting whatever it was he wanted of me. He didn't keep me in suspense long. I giggled as he started kissing my left foot, nibbling on the arch and licking his way to my ankle. Slowly he made his way up my leg, planting kisses along its length; some soft and sensual, others deep and throbbing. When he by-passed the thatch of curls that covered my mound and moved on to my right thigh I was surprised but reveled in the sensations of his mouth covering my leg with a variety of kisses and giggled again when he reached my foot. "Mmmmmm, you are so responsive," he complimented. "Somehow, I knew you would be. Before I could answer, my breath was being taken away from me. His mouth clamped over my right breast, sucking hard and strumming the nipple with his tongue. I could feel my pussy get wet almost instantly. My body writhed in fierce pleasure underneath him as he increased the intensity with which he fondled me. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so turned on. In addition to having infrequent sex with Ben, it hadn't been all that passionate or inspiring. In fact, there had been times when I'd had to fight the urge to twiddle my thumbs. Not so that night with Bryan. All my senses were abuzz. "Oh God, Bryan, please don't stop." "I won't; not until you beg me to." Not much chance of that happening. I was having the best time of my adult life. He released my right breast and concentrated on the left one. His mouth was soft and warm. I was getting wetter every time he lapped at my nipple and I felt my juices beginning to pool in between my legs. When he kissed his way down my abdomen I giggled wildly as he hit several ticklish spots along the way but my mirth didn't deter him. Instead it seemed to spur him on even more and when he finally came to his destination, he didn't disappoint there either. One thing I could say for my deceased husband, he was an oral sex enthusiast and, when he wanted to take the time to really do it right, could bring me to tremendous heights of pleasure. However, it had been a long time since he'd been so inclined to do it right, or do it at all for that matter so now I was moaning just to feel a man's tongue on that sensitive spot. Bryan seemed equally enthusiastic and gave every sign that he would take the time to be certain that I enjoyed myself to the fullest possible extent. He was gentle and intense at the same time, stimulating a spot until it was almost too much and then moving on. I was never quite sure where the next spot would be since his movements seemed totally random. Again and again he returned to my clit but there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to getting there. Finally he did settle on that small nub of flesh and my back arched as he concentrated his efforts there. I could feel myself pushing against his mouth, trying to get the fullest impact from what he was doing. He teased by pulling away, making sure that the tension in my genitals grew slowly, letting me savor every tingle instead of hastily pushing me over the edge. Eventually, however, I couldn't hold out any longer and my orgasm overtook me, causing my body to violently convulse. It was all I could do to refrain from clasping his head, since he didn't stop while I writhed and gasped. My climax finally subsided and I was nearly breathless. I was panting hard and fast when he bounced up onto the bed and kissed me passionately, sharing my juices with me. Bryan's body slid against mine, making me aware of the layer of perspiration that appeared on my chest. His face was nearly covered and I didn't realize until that moment just how wet I had gotten. Never before had I climaxed from oral stimulation alone. Ben had always had to finger me too in order to get me to cum. "God, you're magnificent," he complimented as he held me in his arms. Feeling suddenly energized by his presence\\,\\ I gave a mighty shove and rolled over so that I was now on top of him ready to return some of the pleasure he'd given me. I kissed all over his face and neck, spending extra time at the point where his shoulder and neck met. He shivered when he felt my lips there and I knew I'd found the first hot spot. The point of his shoulders also seemed to elicit a strong response from him and I wondered what he'd be like when I finally got to the more conventional erogenous zones. I got my answer once I kissed my way down his chest and flicked my tongue very firmly over his left nipple. His hips bucked hard and I heard him gasp. Just to check, I did the same thing to the right nipple and got a similar response. When I first married I thought Ben had an amazing capacity for sexual arousal but Bryan was demonstrating even more than I could ever hope for from a young man. Briefly, I considered staying here and exploiting this hot spot but decided to move on and come back to it periodically. After all, turnabout was fair play wasn't it? I continued to kiss my way down across his abdomen and only then did I take a good look at his cock. My eyes grew wide at the sight. In all my years I'd never seen so large a penis. It had to be at least eight inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. Even in the dim light I could tell the head was purple and swollen. Words like 'turgid' and 'tumescent' came to mind and I suppressed a giggle at the thought. While I wanted nothing more than to explore it further, I reminded myself that we had plenty of time and there was still a lot of his body to cover. Just to keep him a little off kilter, I switched my attention back to his nipples briefly before I went back to his pelvis and kissed that delicious valley just inside his hipbones. Taking a page from his book, I chose to travel down his legs and see if I could trigger any reactions there. While he sighed softly, nothing sparked an extra pleasurable response. When I got to his ankles I didn't really feel like stopping so I instructed him to roll over. He raised his head and gave me a questioning glance which I answered with a wistful smile and batted my eyes. He laughed for a second before complying but then turned over on his stomach. I kissed and stroked my way back up his calves and enjoyed his giggle as I brushed across the back of his knees. When I got to his ass, I sank my fingers deeply into the well-defined muscles, kneading and massaging them. He groaned low and long as my thumbs move closer to that cleft between the two marvelously rounded globes of flesh. I let one lightly brush across his anus and felt him shudder beneath me. Mentally, I cataloged that spot and moved on, using my fingers; lips and tongue to trace abstract patterns over his back and shoulders. I finally returned to his neck and shoulders and his reactions to my ministrations were still strong. "You like?" I whispered? His answer was to grab my arm, roll over and pull me to him. He kissed me hard and I felt his tongue push past my lips. This time I welcomed the invasion and let it stroke my teeth and the roof of my mouth. I moaned and gently closed my teeth on it, sucking it in and holding it there. He pulled away and then peppered my neck and chest with kisses as well. "Oh God, Debra, I'm so hard it hurts," he nearly groaned. "Well, I don't want you to hurt," I cooed. "What can I do for you?" He looked me straight in the eyes and I felt as if he were looking deep into my soul. "Roll over. Let me in." The combination of his gaze and his words were too compelling. I couldn't resist even if I'd wanted. I found myself moving to lie on my back with my legs spread wide. Bryan rolled over and planted himself between my thighs. He reached for my legs and gently pulled me towards him. I could feel his cock brushing against me and I shuddered as a moment of panic washed through me. What the hell was I doing? I didn't know this guy from Adam. Though he'd said he wasn't a criminal, how did I know he was telling the truth? At the very least he could be carrying some kind terrible disease. I turned my head to look at the door and quickly planned an escape. I don't know whether or not he sensed my nervousness but I heard him curse softly and jump off the bed. A moment later he was back with something in his hand. "I thought we might both feel a little more at ease if we had less to worry about." I noticed then that what he held was a condom. "Do you want to do the honors?" he asked. "No, you're probably far more experienced with those things than I am." I couldn't read the look that passed over his face before he answered. "I'm not sure whether to be flattered or insulted." "Be flattered," I insisted. In truth, I was the one who should have been insulted. The fact that he'd brought a condom with him made it obvious how he thought the evening was going to end. I was a foregone conclusion. "Whatever you say," he responded, kissing me briefly before ripping open the package. I watched him closely, finding it erotic to observe him handle his genitals and see just how practiced he truly was with this task. While the job was done efficiently, he didn't seem entirely smooth with it either. I wondered if he was just inexperienced with condoms or with intercourse in general. The first thought filled me with trepidation but seemed more likely than the second considering what I'd see and felt so far. He finished and kissed me again softly. "Having second thoughts?" "Were my musings that transparent?" "We don't have to go any further, Debra. You make the call." "You're sure? I thought you were in pain." He chuckled for a moment. "Well, it's not so bad since I took that short break." "This has got to be the most insane thing I've ever done but I don't want to stop now." "I'm glad." He kissed me one more time before positioning himself strategically between my thighs. He reached between us and lightly stroked my clit. My hips bucked in delight and I was surprised to find that I was still very wet, despite our pause. Next I felt him begin to penetrate me and I slowly exhaled, trying to relax. Frankly, I wasn't at all sure that I was going to be able to accommodate his length or his girth even if I was completely calm and but I tried to overcome my nervousness and even visualize myself opening up to him. Though I hadn't said a word, he seemed to know how I felt and made his way in slowly. Perhaps he'd just had enough experience to know that this was the way he had to do it. In a way, the slow deliberate movements were driving me crazy and yet I also appreciated the opportunity to savor every sensation caused by his massive prick being eased into me. "Oh, yesssssssssssssss!" I hissed as he finally hit bottom. Slowly, sensuously, he stroked in and out of me. My hips lifted to meet ever thrust and my legs wrapped around him. While I first thought that there was no way he'd ever be able to fit in me, I could feel the walls of my cunt relax and accept his prick. It was such a marvelous feeling, both physically and emotionally to be having sex again. While I mentally warned myself not to become too involved in this, I knew that it was something I certainly didn't want to give up. The sensation of fingertips stroking down my belly and across my hipbones aroused me from my mental exercise and brought my mind back to the here and now. With every brush of his fingers, Brian was working closer and closer to my pussy. I felt him unfold the lips of my cunt and gently part them. When he pulled his cock all the way out of me, I groaned my protest. "Shhhhhhhh, don't worry, you'll like this," he insisted. I felt him reach down into my cunt with two fingers and pull out some of my juices. I watched in awe as he sucked them clean, savoring the taste. Again his fingers disappeared into me and this time they were presented to my lips. There had been times when Ben and I had been married that he'd fuck me nearly to orgasm and then want to finish in my mouth, so I wasn't totally unfamiliar with the flavor of my own juices. That night I noticed something a little different and thought it must be due to the condom but since it wasn't a bad difference, I eagerly accepted the gesture. The next time his fingers slid into me, he thrust them in deep and wriggled them inside me. Involuntarily my body wriggled right along with him and when he pulled out, he rubbed the juices up on my clit. I was still highly sensitized from his oral assault there earlier and my hips bucked hard. He reached in deep again and dragged his fingers across the top of my pussy as he pulled them out and then slid the full length of his long fingers against my clit again. I was in sheer bliss. A familiar tingling started deep in my groin and I knew it wouldn't be long before another orgasm hit me. The next thing I felt sliding into my cunt was his cock. This time it slid in easily with no resistance. He still held open my pussy lips with his fingers and I felt his thumb come to rest on my clit. "Fuck me, Debra," he commanded as he plunged into me while his thumb flicked my clit. "Fuck me hard." There was no way I wasn't going to comply with that directive. I thrust my hips up and forward with great vigor and he met me stroke for stroke. All the while he was pressing his thumb firmly against my clit and letting it slide around, lubricated by my own juices. It wasn't long before the tingling became a tightness that signaled an impending climax. "Harder, Bryan," I groaned, "I'm gonna cum." That was all he needed to hear. He began pumping fast and hard into me, still expertly manipulating my clit. I was meeting his thrusts and pushing up against him, reveling in the feeling of having a big hard cock pound my pussy. I locked my ankles around behind his back, and used my legs to pull him in even deeper. His hand shifted positions on my lips and I had no clue what he was up to but trusted that I'd enjoy whatever he had in mind. 'Enjoy' didn't even begin to cover it. He lightly pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger and I thought I was going to fly through the roof. Then he let them slide off, almost as if he were milking it and a completely different set of sensations overwhelmed me. He did it again and again, all the while still fucking me vigorously and it pushed me hard over the edge. Wave after wave of convulsions started deep in my cunt, squeezing his stiff cock harder and harder. My body reacted as though it had been given a series of electrical shock and I was babbling somewhat incoherently and calling out Bryan's name. My orgasm must have triggered some reaction in him as he fucked me even harder, which I couldn't have imagined was possible. "Oh, fuck! Debra!" he called out as his body trembled with the force of orgasmic pleasure. I don't recall ever seeing a man cum as hard as Bryan did that night. As he surrendered to the power of his climax, he tried to thrust even deeper into me, impaling me on the length of his cock. His torso convulsed in a manner I've never experienced and his hands grabbed my thighs so hard that the next day there were faint bruises to outline his fingers. And when it was finished, he rolled over and disconnected from me. "No!" I cried out, not wanting to lose the sensation of his cock nestled inside me. Bryan's Song Ch. 01 "Shhhhhhhhh, baby, I gotta take care of this." He rolled over and grabbed some tissues from the box on the nightstand. I could hear the wet, squishy sounds as he removed the condom from his cock. The bed shook gently as he wiped himself off and then made a perfect shot with the tissues into the wastebasket. "You scored," I said as I heard the thump of the paper hitting the bottom of the metal receptacle. "I certainly did," he replied as he rolled back over and put one arm protectively around me. "Thank you, Debra. You are magnificent." Seconds later I could tell by the even rhythm to his breathing that he'd fallen asleep. I'll admit to being a little disappointed. There was so much more that I wanted to do to Bryan. However, I did have a vague recollection of the recuperative powers of the young, and had no doubt that he'd be in shape for another go around after a short nap. A cool breeze began to blow in from the gulf. I thought about closing the window but enjoyed the fresh air far too much. Instead, I pulled a light blanket from the back of the bedroom chair and carefully draped it over us before rolling to my side to join Bryan for a restorative nap. The End. Please remember to vote. And even if you don't vote, do take a moment to send feedback. Whether you loved it, liked it, or hated it, I want to know. Bryan's Song Ch. 02 To my way of thinking, there is no better way to wake up in the morning than to feel the dawn light gently caressing your face. It was the sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains at my window that woke me and my mind was still in a haze as I stretched... and came in contact with someone else. Instantly I was wide-awake. "Good morning," Bryan said. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up." "Bryan?" "Were you expecting someone else?" "Hell, I wasn't even expecting you." He rolled over and lightly wrapped an arm around me. "How come?" "Oh, I figured you would have hightailed it out of here as soon as I fell asleep." "You've got a lot to learn about me, Debra. I don't just jump into bed with a woman without a lot of prior thought. And I've never been one to 'cum and go'." A lot to learn? Why would I want to learn any more about him than I already knew? He was a magnificent lover, a decent conversationalist and a nice piece of eye candy. I didn't need to know any more about him. We'd just had a roll in the hay, not pledged to spend our lives together. Inwardly I groaned. The stereotype of the woman becoming clingy and possessive after sex was being shattered before my very eyes. "However," he continued, "I do need to leave this morning. I promised my dad I'd help him out with some stuff today." He leaned over and kissed me sweetly and almost chastely. "I'll see you later, Debra." "Hmmm," I answered non-committally as I snuggled back under the covers, feigning sleep. I felt the mattress shift as he got out of my bed. Through slitted eyes, I watched him pull on the swim trunks and T-shirt he'd worn over the night before. I suppressed a sigh at the sight of his body, which was just as magnificent in daylight as it had been last night. I reminded myself that while it was okay to revel in how good I felt at this moment, it wasn't something that was necessarily going to continue. Any dalliance I had with anyone would have to be short term, as I had no plans for living out my days in Florida. This was just an extended vacation. I would have to go back to Michigan eventually. In the three weeks that I'd lived here I developed a few habits. One of them was making Saturday morning my primary housecleaning time. Since the apartment was relatively small, it didn't need the constant upkeep that a house would. Saturday was also the day I went to the supermarket and ran any errands. While I was out, I noticed a movie that I had wanted to see back home was now showing at the local second run theater. Figuring I couldn't afford to pass up the opportunity to see a movie for only $2.00, I made an abrupt turn into the parking lot. Fortunately, I had arrived shortly before the next showing and it wasn't long before I had paid for my ticket and headed for the auditorium. As I settled into the seat, I realized it had been nearly a year since I'd actually seen a movie in a theater. Ben and I had long since quit going out to do things together and with my erratic schedule, it was difficult to plan to do things with my female friends. When I pulled out of the theater parking after the movie I realized that I'd frittered away nearly all of my afternoon. Out of habit I suppose, I instantly grew anxious. So much to do and I'd just wasted three hours. Then I laughed at myself and got a grip on reality. There truly wasn't any reason to rush through the rest of the day. Taking the time into account, I decided I didn't have to rush home and finish the laundry and chose to visit a restaurant I'd heard was very good. After dinner I finished my shopping and it was nearly 8:00 when I finally got home and I had an armload of grocery bags burdening me when I finally got to the door of my apartment. "It's about damn time you got home." I peered around the sacks to see Bryan standing by my door, hands on his hips and his foot tapping impatiently. I extended my fingers to hand him my keys. "Here, get the door please." As soon as I heard the creak of the door hinges I moved forward and rushed to the kitchen to drop my load on the cabinet. Once relieved of their burden, I shook out my arms, trying to get feeling back into them again. I knew I shouldn't have tried to carry them all in one load but I didn't want to take the time to make multiple trips. For a moment I just stood there facing the counter and catching my breath. Finally I turned around to face Bryan and could see that he was truly angry. His face was bright red and his jaw was clenched like he was trying not to say something. I had no idea why he had a bee in his bonnet but I wasn't that concerned. I'd faced my now dead husband in fits of rage before and always come out unharmed. "Thank you. If I'd had to open the door by myself I'd probably have dropped something," I said, still gasping for air. "And where the hell have you been tonight?" he asked with quiet intensity. I began to stammer an answer and then realized I didn't owe him any kind of explanation. "Out. And how was your visit with your dad?" I asked, trying to shift the focus off me. "Don't try to change the subject." "I'm not. I answered your question and now I'm moving on." I replied, matter of factly. He stepped towards me and instinctively I stepped back. It was a bad move on my part as I was now effectively pinned against the cabinets. His intensity frightened me. This was not the sweet gentle lover I had seen the night before, the one who had conned and seduced me into having sex with him. This was a very angry young man and I was concerned since his anger seemed to be directed at me. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm even though I felt like the situation was rapidly spinning out of control. "Bryan," I said, attempting to be reasonable, "please step back and let me through." "I told you I'd be back here tonight. Why weren't you here?" "Bryan," I repeated his name more firmly this time hoping to get his attention off his anger for a moment. "Step back and let me through." He stood and stared at me, fire still raging in his eyes. "Look, I'm not going to run away. I'm not going to call the police. I'm even willing to talk to you but not like this." I watched his face as my words sank into his brain. His jaw was still set but he stepped back and allowed me to move. I walked to the fridge, reaching in for a bottle of LaBatts. "I realize we're too late for the sunset but do you want a beer?" "No, thank you." I grabbed one bottle for me and opened it before motioning him to follow me into the living room. I didn't look to see if he was following, knowing that he had something to say and that he wasn't going to leave without saying it. I settled into a corner of the sofa, tucked my feet up under me and watched him as he weighed his decision before finally choosing the love seat next to it. "So what's your beef?" I asked before taking a long swig of my beer. "I came over to see you and you weren't here." "And did you call before you came over?" "No, I don't have your phone number." "Oh, you mean Mrs. Jankowski didn't share that with you too." "Of course not." "So you showed up on my doorstep unannounced to find that I was gone and I'm at fault?" I asked incredulously. "I told you I'd be over tonight." "No, your exact words were, 'I'll see you later'. There was no mention of exactly when or where. For all I knew, tomorrow night you would wave to me from your balcony." "Deb, I told you this morning that I'm not that kind of a guy." I couldn't hold back a chuckle. "I'm not!" he insisted. "Bryan, no man wants to admit he's that kind of a guy but they are. I'm speaking from years of experience here." "Look, you can ask my roommates if you don't believe me. Since I broke up with Stephanie last year, I haven't spent the night with anyone and I haven't had anyone over to spend the night. Hell, I've hardly gone out with anyone." I sighed, obviously not able to get my point across. "Sweets, I'm not accusing and I'm not judging. This is the time of your life when you should be dating a lot of people. I'm not advocating that you become promiscuous but trying out a few and finding what you like and what you need isn't a bad idea." "I like you," he butted in. "And I'm tremendously flattered." "You're different than anyone I've ever dated." "I dare say I'm older than anyone you've ever dated." He smiled at my remark. "Yeah, I'll give you that but you're different too. It's obvious in the way you speak and you move. You're more comfortable with yourself and when you decide to ditch your hang-ups, you're way more sensual." He stopped to move over to the sofa with me. I stretched out my my legs in an unconscious gesture to keep some distance between us. "Deb, you're the most exciting woman I've ever met. I'm not talking about anything permanent but I really don't want last night to be a one night stand." I leaned forward to emphasize my point. "Oh, you're so sweet," I began. "No. Don't say that!" he interrupted vehemently. "'Sweet' always precedes a rejection." This guy had definitely been around if he'd caught on to that. "Well, you are and yes, I suppose this is a rejection, but it's for a good reason." "What reason?" "Bryan, how old are you?" "I turned twenty-four last August." "And I'll be forty-four in three weeks. Think about that." The words I dreaded were about to come out of my mouth. "I'm old enough to be your mother." "I don't care." "You may not care now but think about what your friends will say. Think what the girls who might otherwise want to meet you will say. They'll wonder if you're so desperate for sex that you have to get it from an old woman." "Look, I don't give a damn what other women have to say. If they had even half the maturity you do, I'd be chasing them. I'm sick of taking out girls who eat three bites of salad and then complain that they're fat when I can sit across the table and count their ribs." I could tell how agitated he was by the way he used his body to emphasize his point. He wasn't just gesturing with his hands. His hips, torso and shoulders were into it as well. "Maybe there's something wrong with me but when a girl spends 30 minutes of dinner conversation about the disagreement she and her colorist are having about how blonde her hair should be, I find that incredibly shallow." He leaned forward and grabbed my calves firmly but gently and stared into my eyes as if he wanted to make sure that he had my attention. "I want to spend some time with a woman who's got life experiences; someone who knows how to have a good time no matter what she's doing." "And you think I'm that person?" "I know you are," he said with a chuckle as he sat back into the sofa. "The truth is I've kinda been watching you ever since you moved in." A moment of panic washed over me. "What?" "Oh, not with any malice. I just happened to see you the day you moved in. You were out on your patio late that night." I thought back to the day I had arrived here. My flight had been delayed due to weather and by the time I made the drive to Indian Rocks Beach, I was exhausted. Even though it was the first of November, it had been exceedingly hot and humid and I was perspiring heavily by the time I got my two large suitcases and my carry-on bags into the apartment. I took a shower to wash away the accumulated sweat and fatigue. Since the night was so balmy, I simply wrapped a sarong around me and went out on my patio. I reclined in the lounge chair and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the waves and smelling the wonderful salty scent of the ocean. It wasn't until a cool breeze drifted over my body several hours later that I realized that I had fallen asleep outdoors. "You saw me?" "Yeah, I saw you drag your stuff in as I was coming down the corridor from Mrs. Jankowski's. A little later the guys and I were out on the balcony and that's when I saw you. Ya know, it's not a good idea to spend the night on a patio around here. We don't have a lot of problems in town but there's always the occasional criminal running around looking for an easy mark." "Yeah, it was stupid but I lived to tell the tale. So, once you realized you had a moron living in the building, is that when you started stalking me?" He laughed as he answered. "No, it wasn't until I saw Mrs. Jankowski again later in the week that I really started watching you." "Oh, and what did she have to say?" Again I wondered just how much of my story she had passed on. "Well, she told me your name and that you'd moved here from Michigan after your husband had been in some freak accident." "Then you decided to check out the grieving widow." "Something like that. And then we noticed that you sat out on your patio every night about the same time and drank a beer. That's when we decided to start inviting you over." "We? Your roommates were in on this stalking?" "I wish you'd quit calling it 'stalking'. I prefer to think of it as observing." "Look, I'm not going to argue semantics with you. It's creepy no matter what you call it." "So when it became obvious that you weren't going to accept our repeated invitations, I decided to take the bull by the horns, so to speak." "And your roommates knew what you were doing last night," I stated again just to be sure I'd heard right. "Oh yeah, that's why I'm not so concerned about what other people will say. If my two best friends don't have a problem with it, who else matters?" I shook my head at the information I was hearing. What had happened during the last twenty years of my life? Had marriage completely taken me out of the loop of popular culture? How had I missed that it now seemed okay for women to take on younger lovers the way men had been doing for years? "You think I'm kidding, don't you?" I suppose the incredulity was apparent on my face. "Hell, Jeremy lost his virginity to a thirty year old nurse when he was fifteen and still says it was the best sex he ever had. Matt's over there having kittens because he's got the hots for one of the snowbirds down here and hasn't been able to get up the guts to talk to her." I could only sit and try to process what I'd just been told. Up one floor and just down the hall there was an apartment with three young men who all seemed to have fantasies about older women. I always thought that such stories were simply the kinds of things one read about in porn magazines. It seemed that there really was truth behind the stories. There were, however, other issues to be dealt with. I had no idea just what he wanted from me. Was I to be a convenient sex partner or was he wanting more? He had just shown me that he felt like I should have known he would be over tonight which made me think he was wanting something along the lines of a full time relationship. So what did I want? I couldn't deny that the sex had been magnificent. Even if it came down a few notches it would still be a far sight better than I'd had in a long time. I wasn't, however, in any condition to be making long term commitments and I wanted to make sure he knew that. "Look, ignoring this whole age issue for the moment, I'm sure Sylvia told you that I'm not here to start a new life. I'm going home again at the end of April." "So there's a law against hanging out together while you're here?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Then what's the problem with you and me being friends, having fun and enjoying life while you're here?" "Nothing, I suppose. I was just thinking..." He leaned forward again, pressing a finger over my lips and quieting me instantly. "Debra, you're a beautiful, sexy and smart woman, but sometimes you think too much." Seconds later his lips replaced his finger and I was being kissed in that delicious fashion he had. He didn't just kiss me, he nibbled and licked and sucked. He teasingly nipped the tip of my nose before planting a soft kiss on my chin and then started to work his way down my neck. "Bryan, this really isn't a good idea," I said as I pushed him away. "Don't tell me we're going to have a repeat of last night," he almost whined. "What do I have to do to convince you that I'm sincere?" "Quit leaning on my leg or it's gonna cramp." He nearly jumped back, allowing me to stand up. Once I was on my feet, I leaned over, kissed him on the forehead, and held out my hand to him. He didn't need to be prompted and was instantly standing in front of me. He continued to kiss me while his hands roamed over my body. He broke away for a moment and looked around the room. When he saw the portable stereo on a shelf above the TV, he walked over there. I watched as he scanned my small CD collection, selected one and put it in the stereo. Soft jazz music began to fill the room as he walked back to me. I found myself being swept up into his arms and danced around the room. Neither of us would ever be mistaken for Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers but we managed to move together pretty well. I suppose it was the fact that we'd had practice, of sorts, the night before or maybe we just instinctively knew how to respond to each other. I followed his lead as he danced me around the living room, as well as a short whirl in and out of the kitchen then back to the dining area. He pinned me against the table and pulled my t-shirt up and off me in one quick movement, then dropped his hands to my breasts, using the lace of my bra to help increase the friction on my nipples. They tightened instantly into two hard knots of flesh under his expert manipulations and I could feel the wetness gathering in my panties as my pussy reacted. My groan of approval was swallowed up in his deep kiss as he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I reached around and let my hands fill with his firm ass flesh. I pulled his groin even tighter to me and wriggled against him invitingly. His tongue filled my mouth and I couldn't recall ever having a lover who kissed so passionately. I felt like he was consuming me and not just with his mouth. The way his arms held me, it was almost as if he were trying to pull me inside him. Lord knows I wasn't going to pass up this merger, not after what I'd experienced the night before. He lifted me onto the table and I giggled at the thought of what he was planning. I watched as he quickly peeled off his t-shirt and shorts and stood before me with his huge erection. Despite the previous night's passion, I was still somewhat intimidated when I saw how well endowed he was and was amazed that something that big could fit inside me without causing pain. He pushed me back and I automatically spread my legs, waiting for him. For several long minutes he simply teased me, letting his fingers lightly massage my outer labia then stroking the insides of my thighs. Occasionally he would brush up against my clitoris and I'd shiver with delight. Within moments I could feel my hips rising to meet his touch and my wetness dripping down onto the table below me. When he finally did slowly push his hard cock into me, my cunt yielded easily and I was overwhelmed with a feeling of fullness. He stood there for a moment, not moving his hips at all and let me adjust. I sighed deeply, reveling in the enjoyment of being introduced to something new and different. In all my years I could not remember a time when I'd had sex on the dining room table. I wondered what other things Bryan would introduce me to if we spent more time together. I also had to wonder how he seemed to understand women so well at his young age. He seemed to possess a knowledge that even men my own age rarely attained. Then he started to slide out of me and all rational thoughts left my brain. I let myself be overcome with physical sensation; the roughness of his thighs scraping against mine, the hardness of the table underneath me, the fullness in my pussy. I felt his hands begin to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples and I knew the wetness in my cunt was increasing. I pushed my hips up farther, trying to take more of him into me, wanting to feel him bottom out in me. He obliged by adding an additional roll of his hips as he thrust into me. I gasped at the sensation and I could feel him tense up. Bryan's Song Ch. 02 "Did I hurt you?" "Not a bit," I sighed back. I could see him smile down at me before he continued. Whereas last night's adventures had been in the dark, we hadn't bothered to turn off the living room lights when we started dancing and now they provided illumination for our activities. Though I was initially shy about him seeing my body, it was obvious that he took great joy in looking at me and watching my face as I writhed in pleasure and passion. With his feet flat on the floor and my hips at the appropriate height, he was able to thrust hard and deep into me. For a long beautiful time he just fucked me slowly and deeply, getting into a groove and going with it. There wasn't the urgency that we'd felt the night before, just the desire for long, drawn out pleasure. His quiet moans and gasps of passions merged with my own and with the music that continued to play from the stereo. His hands reached around me and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him and slightly off the edge of the table. My eyes grew wide with fear but he instantly reassured me that I would be safe and when I relaxed again, I could tell he hadn't moved me very far. What surprised me was that he didn't move his hands once he repositioned me and kept them on my ass. His fingers pulled apart my cheeks and I felt him begin to lightly stroke my asshole. I tried to clench up tightly at the unexpected sensation but he kept me spread apart with his hands. "Relax, Debra. I'm not going to penetrate you. We're not ready for that tonight. Just relax and enjoy." I tried to relax but it wasn't easy. This was such a strange sensation for me. Ben had always shunned any kind of anal stimulation so this was completely unfamiliar territory for me. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on his cock buried deep in my pussy but the strange sensations further back consistently captured my attention. I had to admit that it didn't feel at all bad, somewhere between a tickle and a tingle that became more of a tingle as his touch became more firm. Soon I found myself wiggling with delight and almost wishing he would penetrate me. "So you do like that?" he asked. "Oh God, yes. Don't stop." "I won't." Then, as if he felt I wasn't turned on enough, he moved one hand and began to stroke my clit with his thumb. Between that, his big cock in my cunt and his fingers on my bunghole, I knew I wasn't going to last long. I could feel my climax start as a sensation deep inside me, like a spring being wound. The more he stimulated me, the tighter the spring got until... "Arrrrrrrrrrgh!" My orgasm broke forth in a way I'd never yet experienced. "Fuck me, Bryan!" I screamed, wanting nothing more than to be completely impaled over and over again on his big cock. He did not disappoint. I was conscious of his prick slamming into me again and again as if his hips were attached to a fast driving piston. His grunts and groans registered in the most primative part of my brain and I answered with animalistic noises of my own until finally his climax overtook him and I couldn't hear anything but him. In all my years of being sexually active, I'd never heard a man shout so loud from an orgasm. I had no clue as to what had inspired him so much but moments later I could feel him quivering and I urged him to lie down before he fell down. As he sank to the floor, he grabbed my hand and with a gentle tug, indicated that he wanted me to come with him. I rolled off the table and to my feet and then snuggled on the floor at his side using his arm as a pillow. It seemed like only seconds later when his soft even breathing indicated that he'd fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. For a few minutes I played idly with the few hairs on his chest, trying to figure out how a twenty-four year old man had learned to be such a skilled and adventurous lover. My recollection of guys at that age was probably a bit outdated but I found it hard to believe that men had actually evolved so much in just twenty years. In my day, guys that age were vigorous, with little stamina but great recuperative powers. Generally they tended to be self-absorbed and not all that attentive to their partner's pleasure. Maybe the problem was that the twenty-four year old I'd known best was Ben. Admittedly he had improved over the years but when we married I was most impressed that he could do it several times a day. As sleep finally overtook me too, I thought that Bryan and I really needed to sit down and talk for a while. I had far too many questions about him that needed answering if we were going to continue to be lovers.