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That Friday morning I sat around the house, trying to decide whether to work in the yard or to go shopping. I´d showered, but as I often do, I hadn´t dressed. I sat at the kitchen table sort of wondering about the alternatives. I usually wake up horny, and that day was no exception. Eventually, I put on shorts and a tee-shirt and drove downtown.
The supermarket was jammed with people. There were quite a lot of men there, but mainly women getting in supplies for the weekend. Lots of them had children with them and they all seemed focused on their lists, their kids, their shopping carts. I like to look at these women, try to figure out what´s on their minds. Usually it isn´t much more than the task at hand, but now and then I find one who looks me over – or some other person, male or female – more or less hungrily before getting back to work.
And, I look at their bodies. Try to see what´s underneath those layers of cotton and plastic, the shape and weight of the breasts, the configuration of the breasts or buttocks, guess whether they are – or aren´t – wearing bras or panties. There are some of them who wear shorts skimpy enough so you see the break of the flesh where the gluteus maximus joins the thigh. Some of them wear panties, some don´t. Or, their pants are tight enough that you can see the outline – or not.
And nipples. Some women have nipples that push through the strongest bra, others don´t seem to have any at all. Even without a bra, they aren´t to be seen, even when you can detect the shadow of the aureolas. The tough nuts, though, are a wonder. Those are the nipples that hit you in the eye, worn proudly, aggressively, their owners asking you to look and appreciate. I saw one of my fellow teachers that morning, her nipples stabbing out at every on-looker. I smiled at her, and she said hello, shrugging her shoulders with a grin, knowing I was watching them dance in her shirt. Pity she´s only interested in women – but, I like a sense of humor.
I stowed stuff in the car and parked near the main shopping street – there was nothing perishable that had to be gotten home. Mainly, I´d gone to the market to body-shop and the results had not made my libido any easier to deal with. I watched the jiggles and the grand strides of the girls as they walked down the shaded street. One lovely woman swung past on the other side of the street, a symphony of bouncing breasts, twisting buttocks and swaying hair, and I leaned against a tree to watch and appreciate a beautiful thing.
“You never looked at me like that,” said a quiet voice beside me. I looked to my right and, sitting on a bench next to my tree was a lovely young woman I almost recognized. She looked at me, her eyes flicking down and moving from my knees up my thighs, hesitating at my crotch and eventually meeting mine again. Her hair was rich brown. She wore low, tight shorts and a short-sleeve top that stopped just at the arch of her ribcage. For me, that promise of forbidden accessibility, the taut belly and breasts open to the sweep of a hand, is truly exciting. As I returned her gaze, the fractions of seconds that passed in inspection let my mind re-capture her name.
“Alexy. Alexy Tennyson,” I recalled, “five years ago, wasn´t it? My first year at High.”
She smiled – blindingly – and stood. Her top thrust forward from her ribs and was fastened with braided frogs. It was calculatedly tight so the material showed the shape of her breasts and was separated slightly behind the restraining braid – showing nothing, promising, threatening, anything. She put out her hand, which I took, shook and released with a reluctance I made certain not to show.
“Congratulations! I didn´t think you´d remember. I know you´re Mister Stinnes, but is it Nathan or Nate?” Her smile was sly, knowing, but open and cheerful, and her eyes were waiting for me to meet her challenge. I went for it.
“Nate. There´s no way I could forget you, though it took me a moment to pull up your name. You spent that whole year sitting in front of me, showing me your body every way you could think of.” I figured she would either drop it or not.
“I always wondered if you´d do anything about it, you know. It turned me on to do that, and you looked, all right, but nothing more.”
“Well, for the record, it turned me on, too. And there´s never been anything like that since.” Recalling her first remark, I added, “And that lady across the street is merely another beautiful woman, not someone I see every day and can´t dare look at.” I scanned the front of her top and looked back to smile into her eyes. “I don´t think I could have survived another year of you. What are you doing here?”
“Well, I´ve been off to college and I´m back, working here. Was it really that hard?” She looked at my crotch, smiled and returned to my face. The game we were playing was exciting, and I was already aroused. I decided to keep right on with it.
“Depended. Sometimes I was hard as a rock after class, sometimes not. Sort of depended on the occasion. But over the whole year, it was one of the most exciting and – I must say – frustrating things I´ve ever known.”
“Well, I´m sorry if it was difficult for you. Really. I was just having fun, trying out my sex appeal, you know. And if you had ‘done anything´ about it, I wouldn´t have known how to respond.” Her direct gaze was vaguely apologetic, though I felt certain she would now know exactly what to do. She paused.
We spoke together, “What about lunch?” Then, laughed. We turned down the street and walked to a cafe where we took a table outside. There was plenty of sunshine, and hedges in boxes separated the tables from the street. She sat down and stretched her legs straight out in front of her before tucking them under the chair, watching to be sure I got a good look. They were as I recalled them, slim ankles, muscular calves, well-defined thighs. When the waitress came, we ordered drinks and sandwiches.
Alexy had done well in high school; she had had no trouble with my world history course. She´d been off to a good college, studying art, did an apprenticeship, and was now working in town, doing renderings for an architect. I told of my efforts at teaching for the four years she was in college, my decision, a year ago, to quit teaching and how I´ll be working for the newspaper in the fall.
She wanted to know why. “You were a good teacher. You made history interesting – because it interests you, I think. And even though I tried to tease you and distract you, I really didn´t succeed.” She smiled with honesty. “Liked the course, though. Took a minor in history at college.”
“Thank you. You did succeed, though. Sometimes I almost forgot what I was talking about when you had your legs wide open in front of me. But really, you sort of put your finger on it. I discovered that my own interest wasn´t enough. Not enough of the students picked up on it, and I realized that, if I couldn´t communicate my interest in history, I wasn´t enjoying the work. So, I´m taking the summer off to finish some projects around my house. Then, I´ll become a wage slave at The News.” I looked at her over the edge of my glass and went on to the next stage. “Are you living at home?” I asked.
“No, I have an apartment.” She looked at me with those warm brown eyes. “Why don´t we go there? I´d like you to see it; it´s not far.”
I paid for lunch and she said, “Thank you,” making no attempt at playful protest. I sensed she had made up her mind about something, and I saw no reason to question it. We walked off down the street, continuing our chat, though I caught her occasional glance at passers-by. I saw her track a handsome man over a street crossing, noticing, while I watched her watching him, how her breasts shifted as she walked. Her shorts were tight across the butt, but somehow flared at the tops of her strong thighs, providing the same sense of accessibility as her top. She caught me watching her and smiled.
“I like looking, too. Men don´t seem to realize that women do it, too.”
“I´ve known it, ever since I got caught once by one of my mother´s girlfriends.”
“What happened?”
“She took me home with her. She was fantastic.” Alexy laughed. “I saw her for years, until I went to college.”
Alexy took my hand and slid her arm inside mine, her breast against my upper arm. She smiled at me. “Turn left here,” she said, guiding me with her body. We walked down a tree-lined side street and turned in to a low-rise building. “I´m on the fourth floor,” heading for the elevator.
Inside it, she turned to me, her chin lifting, and I kissed her while the elevator rose, my hand caressing her butt and sliding upward, finally slipping beneath that tantalizing top. Her breasts were tight against me and her back was bare. But then the elevator stopped and the door opened. She looked at me seriously, led the way to her door and inside.
The place was small, of course, but nicely done. With taste and quality, though economical, even sparse. On the walls were paintings – watercolors. I asked, and they were hers. We stood side by side for a moment in the small living room, and I rubbed my hand across her bare belly and up to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples underneath her top. While I did, she unfastened the frogs and shrugged it off. She looked at me.
“I always wanted you to see me like this. I´ve got good breasts, but I couldn´t think of any way to show them to you. The best I could do . . .”
“Was wear tank tops. Or peasant blouses. And drop your pencil three times every hour.” She pulled my shirt up and pressed her breasts against me. I pulled the shirt off and held her to me, feeling the softness and warmth, my hands on her back, her bottom, pulling down the zipper on the back of her shorts, slipping inside. Our mouths joined again, our tongues exploring, caressing each other. Her hands went to the fastenings of my shorts and then her hands were exploring my ass, urging the clothing down. I stepped back slightly to pull her shorts below her hips and let them slide to her ankles. She placed her hands on my hips and held me back.
“Stand there a minute. I want to look at you. I used to fantasize in class…” She stood looking at me as I drank in her beauty. Her breasts were good. Full, soft, sloping and swooping to up-raised tips, the valley deep and warm. Her flat belly was bordered by sharp hip bones and a trimmed, brown-haired mons. Her thighs framed her pubis, leaving that glorious key-hole between where, somehow, light merely conceals the inner folds. She reached for my hand and walked away, her buttocks, with the dimples and sharp vee, twisting as she walked into the bedroom. We pulled the covers down, standing across the width of the bed, then walked to one another on our knees. We collapsed together, feeling, touching, holding, kissing, until she took my erection in her hand, guided me between her thighs and into her.
Once, resting, I sat beside her looking at her body, lifting her breasts, spreading her thighs, turning her, touching her as she had done to me while we made long, languorous love. She watched me, touching me in return, keeping the fiery contact alive. When we joined again it was more urgent, somehow, than the first time.
“Tell me,” I asked, “about ‘trying out your sex appeal´. What do you mean, exactly? After all, you had classmates. I must have been an excursion.”
“You were. A fantasy. I´d rub myself thinking about having you. But of course, I had lovers by then, too, or the fantasies wouldn´t have been worth the effort.”
“You never seemed to be one of the girls that had a trail of boys. Always puzzled me. I mean, here you were exposing yourself to me and you didn´t appear to be…”
“…that kind of girl?”
I chuckled. “Exactly.”
“I knew those girls, and I didn´t like them. They were exploitive, used their sex to get things from the boys. Actually, I´d had about a dozen lovers by the time I graduated, usually about three or four at any one time; I like variety. But looking like a good girl and flashing you was fun. Only, it made it harder.”
“How? It made me hard enough.”
She chuckled in her turn. “For a while I tried to find a way to show you my pussy, but even when I didn´t wear panties, I could tell that, if I really took your picture, it would be obvious to the rest of the people. Had to give it up.”
“I got plenty of looks at your bush, though.”
“Good. That´s what I wanted. Really turned me on.” She lifted her hips in the air and I caressed her sex with my hand, slipping in and around the wet folds. “Funny about fantasies,” she said. “Reality is always better. Because it´s real.”
“Never had a let-down?” I asked with some surprise, continuing my exploration.
“Of course. But knowing is always better than guessing, Nate. I´ve been back here for months, now, and I´ve been looking for you. I wanted to test those fantasies. I´m glad I did.”
“So am I,” I said, and gathered her to me, rolling her onto me again so I could suckle her breasts and run my fingers between the cheeks of her behind, looking for, finding, incredible wetness, openness. When my finger teased her anus, she pushed against it, yielding, suddenly aroused again, hungry.
“Do me there,” she told me. I thrust into her heat.
In the shower, I asked her to dinner. “Sorry, I´m busy,” she said with a hug. “But don´t be discouraged. Try me again.” As I dressed, she sat on the arm of the sofa, naked, watching, her thighs spread and holding one knee, the promise clear. At the door, she kissed me, pressed herself all over me.
“Thanks,” was all she said.
.oOo.
By ten the next morning, I gave up and called her. Her voice was quiet, low.
“It´s Nate. Is it too early? You busy?”
“Morning,” she hummed deep in her throat. “No, I´ve been awake for a while. And my date just left. What´s up?”
“Come out to my place. Have lunch. Sun. Stuff like that.”
“No fucking?”
“Of course, fucking. You got me hooked yesterday, I want more.”
“So do I. Give me time for a shower and all.”
I thought about that. “Uh… You had breakfast?... Uh,” I was stammering like a kid.
“Yeah, had breakfast early. Then… What´s on your mind?”
“Umm… Don´t bother to shower. Come as you are.”
She laughed quietly, understanding. “I got fucked just before he left. My pussy is swimming with his cum. You want some of it. I´m on my way.”
.oOo.
I was naked and watching when her car pulled into the driveway. She wore bib overalls over nothing, her breasts covered in front but visible from the side, the pants gaping at the sides, inviting hands to explore. I opened the door for her and she came in, stood in the entry. I pulled her close, reached in to grab her cheeks, and we kissed briefly before she pulled back.
“Hurry. I can feel it running out.” She slipped the straps of her overalls from her shoulders and let them fall. Stepping out, a tissue in her crotch dropped onto the pile of material. I picked her up and took her into the bedroom, the covers folded back and sun shining in the window. On the bed, she bent her knees and lifted her hips to me.
“Wet me – the tissue´s dried me out,” she said with a leer. I bent to her sex and tasted the wonder of her again. She moaned happily. “Oh, yes,” she said, “now, come inside me.” I slid into her, feeling oceans of hot wetness. “Feel how wet it is?” She looked at me, smiling, weaving her hips to rub my cock around in her puddle. She rubbed her breasts against my chest. “He fucked me three times last night. And then again this morning when I woke up, he fucked my ass.” She began thrusting with her hips. “And he fucked me again after breakfast. My cunt wasn´t empty more than five minutes when you called.” She bucked furiously and moaned violently in orgasm. “God, you have good ideas. Know what I was doing when you called? I´d just started jerking off, thinking about it. About fucking you all afternoon and him all night.”
I hadn´t noticed the afternoon before. “You´re a noisy bitch, aren´t you?” I told her.
“You mind? I love to talk while I´m fucking.”
“No, I love it. Yesterday I was so knocked over I hardly noticed. I love the way you tell me what you feel. Know what? Right now, I can feel your cervix against the underside of my cock. Against the glans. Feel me rubbing it?”
“Oh, goody! I love it when my lover talks, too. Yes. I feel that. I´m rubbing my clit on your shaft. It feels wonderful.”
We spent an hour making love that first time, each of us doing a play-by-play, sometimes hamming it up, rolling, humping, slipping and sliding. Alexy came again and again, and when I finally exploded, it left me dizzy.
.oOo.
“What do you think, is it shower time?” she asked, looking up at me, her legs still wound around my waist. My cock was still inside her, its length bathing in her wetness, all rigidity gone. I rolled to the side, bringing her with me.
“Not if I have to take it out of you.” I said. She kissed me, squeezed my cock with her muscles and waited.
“We have the shower in the master bath,” I suggested, “and, then there´s the shower outside by the pool.”
“I don´t do cold showers.”
“It´s a regular shower. Hot water. As much as you want.”
“Outside.” I felt her shiver.
“Yeah. Right next to the sauna cabin. Should be in the sunshine by now. Not too many people can see.”
“How many is ‘not too many´?” She shivered again and her eyes were wide. She rolled over on me and trailed her nipples across my face. She rubbed her crotch against me, but I was finished for the time being.
“The yard is fenced, and behind is all park land – wild, no one goes there.” I captured a breast and toyed with it. “Well, hardly anyone. Then, there´s a guy next door, lives there with his daughter. I guess they could see if they tried. Not sure if they´re home today. Other side, well, I don´t know. I´ve thought of setting up bleachers and charging admission. Probably not too many people could see you naked.”
“You do it out there a lot?”
“No, just fantasies, Alexy. The girls in this town… You´d be the first.”
“What else is out there?”
“Pool, deck. You ready?” She rubbed against me a moment in silence, her eyes closed and finally moaned, her eyes opening as she came, not seeing me for a moment.
“Yes, I was. Thanks. Let´s go – outside.” She rose, lovingly caressing my limp member as it slipped from within her.
In the sunshine, I rubbed her body with oil as she lay on the mattress by the pool. We had showered in the sun, and played games with soap, washing each other´s every nook and cranny.
“You´re right. It´s wonderful being naked in the sun. I could get used to it.”
“You´re welcome any time. Too bad it´s so late in the season.”
“Still plenty of time. Lots of sun left. Don´t forget to oil my ass. Yes, in the crack.”
“You mean, you want your asshole tickled. No problem, lady. How´s that?”
“Lovely. But don´t go in, I don´t want you going off to wash again.”
“You´re unusual. Most women won´t admit they like it in the ass – at least for quite a while.”
“Nate,” she turned her head to look at me, then turned over on her back. “Nate, life´s too short. I´ve only got another sixty or seventy years to enjoy it, so I want to enjoy it as much as I can. I like it in the ass. I like it any way I can get it. Practically anything makes me come, and I love to come. While I´m on the subject, you might as well know I´m bi as well. I´ll eat pussy just as fast as I´ll suck cock… You look a little surprised.”
“Only by your honesty. Sexual games are the American Way of Life.”
“Not for me. Mostly. I love to play – you know that.”
I chuckled. “I´ll say. And, so do I. But the openness is something I appreciate. You don´t find it too often.”
“I have a few friends…” she looked off around the yard. “You say the guy next door has a daughter?”
“Yes, she´s about sixteen, I guess. I go around bare out here most of the time in good weather, and he´s never complained, so either he doesn´t look or doesn´t care. If she looks, she hasn´t seen anything she doesn´t want to.”
“I believe that. Look, you´re getting hard again. Do you think we can manage to screw all afternoon? You mind stretching it out? I´ve never been naked outside before, and I´ve never screwed where people might see me. I´d like to make this a marathon. You game?”
“Of course. Tell you what. Let´s do it again now, then we´ll put some lunch together and spend the afternoon stretching. That okay?”
She scrambled up on her knees. “Start out behind me for a while. Then I want you on top. I love having a man on top of me.” As I pushed my cock into her warmth, I saw her searching the windows of the house next door.
“I think the man´s bedroom is that one you see on the second floor. It´s the only place you can see into this yard from.” I thrust rhythmically into her, reaching forward to feel her breasts sway below her chest. “You notice there are glass curtains at the windows. That means he could be there now, looking, watching you. You just can´t see him.”
“God!” she gasped, “you mean he´s there now? Harder, I want him to see me come.”
I did my best, and soon she came violently. I stopped thrusting, waiting while she shivered and moaned, then went on sliding slowly in and out, just digging the wonder of her. She slumped onto the mattress in front of me, and slowly turned over, smiling, her legs spread wide, her vagina gaping. I moved closer, between her thighs, caressing her with my eyes, then with my hands on her belly, her thighs, her crotch, invading her with my fingers, spreading her, rubbing her juices on her breasts, then as I entered her again, sliding my chest across her wet nipples and my lips and tongue on her mouth. We spent at least a half-hour working toward my orgasm while she tossed them off like firecrackers at a picnic. When I could last no longer, she held off with me, working for a mutual explosion that left us both breathless.
Inside, in the kitchen, we put lunch – sandwiches, beer – together, not without touching, caressing. I ran my hands over her ass, cupping her buttocks, sliding fingers between her thighs.
“You´re running like a river,” I said.
“Lots of people think it´s awful, you know, but I love to feel come running down my leg. At least for a while,” she chuckled, reaching for a paper towel and wiping her thighs. She rubbed her breasts across my back and hugged me with one hand on my cock. “This is a great afternoon already.”
We took the lunch outside again. There is a big old apple tree next to the sauna, and we sat at the table underneath it, eating, talking. She placed her chair where she could put one leg up – either on my chair or on another, making sure I could see her sex as much as possible. I watched her like a hawk, her breasts, every bit of that body so openly offered. When we had finished eating, we put the paper plates in the trash, swam in the pool, and settled on the mattress again.
Inside her, I concentrated on playing with what was outside – her breasts, her buttocks, her face. I kissed her lips, her breasts. She kissed my neck, my ears. We talked about what we did, about what we had just done, about what we were planning to do to each other. And we talked about what we felt as we did it. We made love for hours, told each other everything about ourselves and it was the best ever.
.oOo.
Over breakfast, I said, “Um …” But, my mouth was full of the muffins she had made, and I got no further. She looked at me, grinning.
“Is that ‘Very good´, or is it just noise?” She popped a big piece of buttery muffin into her own mouth. The sun shone across her shoulder, adding a halo to the hair falling across her breast. Her bare legs rested across my bare thighs on the breakfast bench. I ran my hand up her thigh as I swallowed and washed it down with coffee. I grinned back at her.
“Sorry. Alexy, how about coming here to live?”
She looked away, across the room, for a while. “I thought you might ask that.”
“Then, you know what you´re going to say. Uh, first… uh, look, I…”
She rescued me, looking in my eyes. “Look. I told you I always have three or four lovers.” She paused, looking at me, serious. I took it from there.
“There´s the other big bedroom. It´s yours. You live there. Bring your lovers home. When you want to sleep with me, you know where I live. I´m not possessive. I´ve got other lovers, too. Just none quite like you.”
She softened, smiled. “Thanks. Yesterday was special, and it looks like today will be, too. It´s always good to see what happens when the novelty´s gone. At least, let´s talk about it.” She pushed the dishes aside, her elbows – and breasts – on the table. I stacked things, poured more coffee.
“You have the room, use anything else you want. Outside, too. Pool. All that.”
“What about if I bring a boy – a guy – here? How are you going to feel if I´m out there fucking him? ‘Cause if I can´t, I won´t live here.”
“Well, do you mind if I watch? And, does that go for me, too? I mean, what if I bring a woman here and screw her by the pool?”
She grinned wryly and sat back, her hands in her lap. “Boy, I just don´t know. I don´t mind if you watch. He might. It´d make me hot. And what happens if your girl sees me watching her?” She looked at me eagerly. “And what if she makes a pass at me? You know I´ll take her up on it, if I like her at all… I mean, we can sit here and say we´ll be okay with it. Then, when it happens…”
“Yeah. Want to try it out? I´ll bet you just paid your rent. Probably have a month on deposit. Gives you two months to make up your mind. Me, too.”
“Suppose I do? I live here for, what? Four or five weeks, and I decide it won´t work. You´d be pissed. I mean, never mind this business about screwing our lovers at will. It´s the little things that break people up. Suppose I discover I can´t stand the way you cut your toenails or something silly like that? Same the other way.”
“Guess the real thing is, if that happens, would we still be friends or would you go off and sue me for aggravated mopery or something like that. I was thinking about that earlier, while I was falling asleep after you…” I licked my lips. Smiled.
She smiled back with an evil look at my crotch. When she found my eyes again, she went on, “Not your average relationship we´re talking about, is it? Even those are hard to manage. It means you have to treat me the same as if I´m just another guy who rooms with you. Only I´m not a guy.” She lifted her breast and aimed the nipple at me.
I thought about that. Reached over and brushed her nipple with my thumb, looking in her brown eyes. “That´s really what it is, you know. Just another guy… who happens to be a beautiful woman. Might work, after all.”
“What happens when I come out for breakfast and you´re having coffee with your girlfriend?”
“What are you wearing?”
“What are you wearing? You don´t wear clothes around here much.”
“If I have guests and a roomie, I have to be considerate. She´d know you were here, so I doubt she´d be bare. And, I don´t think it would help either relationship much if you walked in naked. You haven´t had a stitch on yourself, since I opened the door,.”
“Could be interesting, though.” She was grinning lecherously again. The smile vanished and she looked at me. “I think I´d like to try it. You still serious?”
I was.
.oOo.
Alexy moved in, in pieces, all week long. We slept together at night, made love at other opportunities. Tuesday night she had a date, didn´t come home until after work the next day.
“Good time last night?” I asked. She hugged me, and I felt her breasts, her thighs, press against me.
“Yeah. Funny, though. I was having a great time, he was really good inside me. You know. But I thought about how yesterday morning we´d…” She ground her pubis against me, looked into my eyes. “Yeah, I had a good time. Glad to be home.” She went on into the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway. “Got another date tomorrow night. Okay?”
“Of course it´s okay,” I said, “it´s not up to me, you know. Thanks for telling me, though.” She smiled and went on with what she was doing – digging in the fridge.
“Mind if I make dinner?” she asked, wagging her ass in my direction.
“Nope. Go ahead. And, for what it´s worth, I´ve got a date Friday.”
“Anyone I know? No, never mind. I haven´t told you who I´m going with, you don´t have to answer.” She pulled her blouse off and dropped her skirt on the floor. Picking them up, she skipped off to her room, returning in just a pair of tiny panties and went on with the preparations.
I poured a glass of wine for each of us, handed her one. The plants that edge the kitchen needed water, so I poured some in from the can I keep in a corner to let the chlorine get out. “This is a girl I used to teach with. You know Alice Winzki? Teaches math. We´ve been lovers off and on for the last two years, but it´s nothing serious. She´s looking for something I´m not interested in giving her.”
“Nope, don´t know her. She any good? In bed, I mean.” She began heating the wok she had brought with her. “How´s her bod?”
“Good body. Small breasts… Small woman – about five one and a half. Sort of like screwing a doll. Really fun.”
“You planning to wear clothes all night tonight?”
I went to my room and put my clothes in the wash. Back in the kitchen, she was chopping vegetables. I pulled her panties off and put my arm around her beneath her breasts, my cock between her cheeks. I kissed her neck and held her until she moved away to continue working.
As we sat, eating, she looked at me. “I talked to a friend of mine today. We do things together.” She put more food in her mouth.
“In bed or out?” I asked.
She chewed and swallowed. “Both. I told her about moving. About screwing. She said she´d like to meet you. You doing anything Saturday night?” I wasn´t, so I agreed to take her friend, Zeena, out on Saturday. “Great,” she said. “I´ve got a date with Jimmy.”
We ate, washed up and went to bed early. That is, as soon as the kitchen was cleaned up, I grabbed her and took her into the bedroom and we made love until we fell asleep.
.oOo.
Thursday evening, I was finishing up the bookkeeping when she came in the door. She was glowing.
“You look great. Just like when…” I looked at her with a grin. “You just got laid.” I said.
“Yeah. Want seconds? Thirds, really, but who´s counting?” She was stripping off her clothes as she spoke.
“Yeah. Who´s counting?”
.oOo.
Zeena was a great-looking woman. A little older than Alexy, slim, with broad shoulders, blonde hair and a good body. We went to a nice restaurant and sat over drinks for a while, talking, getting acquainted. We hit it off well together.
Almost as soon as we met, I got an idea why Alexy liked this woman. She was wearing a high-neck dress with a light sweater over her shoulders. When we got to the restaurant and were shown to a table, she took her sweater off and hung it over the back of her chair. There was no back to the dress, and it plunged well below her waist. I chuckled, and she grinned as she sat down. “Alexy says you´re fun. That´s why I asked her to get us together. Hope you don´t mind.”
“Why should I? You´re every bit as good looking as she is, and how can it hurt to know two beautiful women?”
“Oh, don´t bullshit me!” she grinned. “I´ve seen you around town now and then, and you don´t go out with dogs.”
“Thanks, I guess.” I said. “Anyway, I haven´t heard you barking yet.” She picked up the menu and turned to let the light shine on it as she read. Her back is strong, with lots of muscles. The side of her dress swept forward to reveal the base of her breast. “I´d say you´re more the cat type.” Her head turned to me, eyebrows questioning. “Strong, muscular, quick … Sleek. That´s the word.”
“Thank you,” she said. She selected something tasty but not rich, and I decided to take the same. It was a good choice.
When we had finished with dinner, a dessert, a brandy, she looked at me across the table. “What´s your plan? Got anything in mind for what we do next?”
“I have a few ideas, but is there anything special you have in mind? We could go for a swim at my place… or whatever?”
“I don´t really mind what it is, as long as I can take your clothes off,” she said. “Of course, you have to take mine off, too.”
We left and drove toward the house. When we stopped at a traffic light, I kissed her, running my hand down, then up the great, bare expanse of her back. I discovered her dress fastened behind her neck, so I undid the catch. When the light changed, I drove on. She sat back in her seat and let the left side of her dress fall forward over the seat belt. Her breast was high and firm.
“Nice,” I said, a little inanely.
“Thank you,” she said, “I think so, too.”
As we walked to the door, she draped the top of her dress over her arm. Inside, I slipped it over her hips and held it as she stepped out of it. It was all she wore.
“I really like that.”
“I thought you would. What was that about swimming?” she said as she worked on my belt and pants.
In the pool, she swam to the shallow end and pulled herself up on the edge. I stood between her thighs, and she moved her sex to my mouth. I tongued her deeply, and she rocked back and forth on the edge of the pool, holding my head gently with her hands, at least until her orgasm made her pull my hair. I got out of the pool as she leaned back on her arms, gasping, and lifted her, holding and kissing her as we walked back to the house and into the bedroom.
The door had hardly closed when we heard Alexy´s voice as she and her date came in the door. I think they went directly to bed, although I was busy teasing my cock in Zeena´s crotch and listening to her urging me on in her low voice. By the time I was deep inside her, I had forgotten about Alexy. Zeena was lithe, strong, hungry. Sleek was the right word.
Much later, in the night, Zeena murmured in my ear. “Gotta pee,” she said, and slipped out of bed. I dozed, then woke again when I felt the covers lift. The body that slipped in beside me was Alexy´s. I thought about it, decided to say nothing, just folded her in tight. My cock was hard within seconds, and I launched myself into her. Our voices rose and fell as we made love. She was, again, a swamp in which I drowned myself, bathing again and again in the strange juices that so often lie within her sex. When we had come, I said, “God, I love you.”
“Oh, good,” she murmured, “I was afraid you´d freak.” She snuggled somehow closer. “Love you too,” she breathed.
“I guess she knows him,” I muttered into her hair.
“They live together… I have two more girlfriends I want you to meet.”
I fell asleep.