Dorothy pressed her body to his and his cock responded. He took her again, parting her thighs and entering her with barely any thought, consumed by the need to feel her enveloping pleasure. Her legs lifted, letting his cock drop that last infinitesimal distance into her open pussy, rooting him completely into her body. She locked her ankles at his back. He fucked her, riding her like he owned her, filling her again only after ten minutes of gasping, and panting. He came into her and flopped away. Exhaustion suffused him and he slept.
Rory woke in the middle of the night. Her green digital clock read 4:16 when he slipped off the bed and went to the toilet. Finished, he returned to the bed and stared down at the translucent smear of white against the dark sheets. Dorothy lay on her stomach, her back bare, one arm under her face, sleeping. Rory gently moved the dark blue sheet, black in the gloom, off her narrow hips and down to reveal the cleft in her ass. She did not stir. He went to the kitchen and drank more water. The image of Lisa greeted him there, like she was now present with him. After two glasses, he took the third into the dining room and sat at the table, sipping and trying to think. His brain did not cooperate. He felt both numb and utterly and grandly alive. Several times, thrusting into Dorothy, he thought she came, thrashing beneath him while his mind saw Lisa’s eyes, her smirking smile, the glittering breasts in the tight sweater. He felt haunted and...he sought a word, what is the adjective for “betrayer”? He thought. “Faithless?” He whispered the word.
“Rory?” Dorothy’s voice startled him.
He felt suddenly cold in the gloom of the night. The curtain was open and he gazed out into the neighborhood, the lights gone from all the houses, a streetlight flickered beyond his vision, making the scene blink. His throat constricted but then he sipped water, letting it trickle down his throat. At that moment, he thought about the contract. Despite that thought, he put his next thought into words. “Dorothy, I think I have fallen in love.”
When she put her hand on his bare shoulder, he flinched, like she touched him with a hot iron. “Not with me, I suspect.” She said, standing behind him.
Rory felt her nakedness and while the vision of Lisa bending away from his kiss while his hand cupped her ass danced in his brain, his cock hardened. He shook his head and wondered if she could make out the motion or was looking or if her eyes were open.
“I want you both.” Rory whispered, finally putting words to the raw emotions roiling in him.
“Rory, my love, you are young and you are entitled to fall in love. You must know that I am not going to interfere with...”
“You already interfere with it, Dorothy. I am hard now. I am going to mount you again. I want you so much I can barely breathe.” His words tangled with his breath and for a moment he could not tell if he had spoken intelligibly or if his words emerged as garbled grunts. But behind his words were two distinct and ever-present thoughts: Dorothy’s contract and Lisa Ashley.
Dorothy bent to encircle his neck with her thin, sensuous arms. She pressed her breasts against his bare back and kissed his neck.
Rory rose from the chair and was behind the woman so fast she was still gasping when he bent her over the table. His finger sought the entrance to her body and she flattened onto the surface. She was damp still, but when his finger entered her, the dampness became slick and then soupy. He entered her, pressing her hard against the edge of the table, piercing her with a single, powerful stroke. Lisa danced in his mind. He fucked Dorothy and she bucked below him three or four times, gasping with his weight and coming with cries, urging him to fuck her. When he poured into her again, he pulled free of her convulsing body and picked her up. He carried her to the bed and lay her down even while she continued to twitch with the last lashings of her climax. He lay down beside her.
He dozed but never quite went to sleep so when she spoke, he came fully awake and alert.
“So what is her name?” Dorothy asked.
“Lisa.” He spoke without thinking. It was like dropping off a cliff. Once he spoke that much of her name, he could not refrain from the rest. “Lisa Ashley. She is new, this year. She got on the cheerleading squad and some people say she did not deserve it. She is eighteen.”
For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. “What does she look like?” Dorothy asked quietly.
Again, Rory knew he should not answer, should change the subject but he felt like he was falling and chose to be graceful rather than flail with vain efforts to halt the downward plunge. He answered the query. “Blonde. Like you but with much longer hair, almost down to her ass. He has huge tits and a perfect ass and strong, tan legs”
“I know the one. So that was who you were looking at during the game?” Dorothy spoke the words as a question but her tone was not questioning so much as confirming. She sat up then and turned on the light. She squinted and he did too. When they could look one another in the eye, she bent and kissed him and then sat up, leaning over him. “Rory, I do not own you. If you want to be with me, I will not turn you away. You have roused me out of my horrible sadness, my unutterable sense of loss and I am indebted to you for that.”
“No, Mrs. Hannah....” He stopped, seeing the look in her eyes. She raised her hand after the look came and went, passing like the shadow of a hawk through a summer day, flitting and gone so fast one wonders if it really happened.
“The sex, Rory, has been great for us both, for our own reasons. Sex is or should be shared, a shared pleasure. When it becomes a labor for either of us, we should stop.”
“I kissed her tonight. She was with someone else.”
“And I benefitted.” Dorothy said, sad mirth in her tone. “You were ravenous when you first took me and I could not think it was for me. You do not know how seldom a woman is the object of such raving passion. Even if you were enflamed by another woman, just being part of such passion is,” she hesitated, “overwhelming?” She tried out the word. “Just being part of such passion is a pleasure. It overcomes all that other stuff and when it finally washes through me, I feel cleansed. Do not apologize for coming to me. I am fortunate to have experienced that sort of consuming passion. Really, do not apologize for being passionate.”
“Sorry” was on his lips but her soft command removed it and Rory found nothing else to say. He lay looking at the ceiling, trying to feel guilty but instead, feeling only her waist under his hand, her lips moving under his, her breath on his cheek and her steady brown eyes, watching him. It was Lisa he felt.
“Rory?” Dorothy said after a while.
He looked at her but did not speak. In the spangled golden light of the bedside lamp, she seemed transcendent, a naked angel sitting beside him. Suddenly he felt the shock of arousal shoot through him and he sat up, taking her in his arms and kissing her onto her back once more. When he mounted her, he found her wet and welcoming, her hands pulling him into her body, caressing and loving. He crouched over her, descending into her sopping depths, moving to his elbows to kiss her and grasping her ass with both his hands while he drove his cock into her over and over again.
The passion that gripped him surprised him and pleased Dorothy. She called his name as he rammed into her, her body flexing up to meet each thrust, her hands pulling him down, gripping his hips while he plunged into her over and over again. He watched as she cried out with pleasure, her head whipped back and forth as the climax crashed into her. Still, he fucked her. Dorothy shivered with a new sensation. Still, he fucked her. She shook with the advent of a new orgasm. Still he fucked her. She raised her legs, taking him deeper. Still he fucked her. She pulled him into her body and held him there while she was ravaged by a new sensation, a surprising orgasm which erased her will and left her gasping, calling for him to mount, fuck, take her till her voice dissolved into a gurgling babble of pleasure.
When Rory finally found his own orgasm, she responded, kissing and finally biting his neck, leaving marks—he would see them the next day, forcing him to put off Lisa with a weak excuse when she called. Dorothy writhed with pleas
ure while he fucked her and when he came, she met his climax with another of her own, crying out and gasping, panting and groaning with the force of it. When he finished, when she lay still, they gulped at the air, competing for it as though there was not enough to go around.
“Oh god, Rory!” Dorothy began, but her voice broke and she struggled out from under him, padding nude to the toilet in the soft gold light. She returned to wash him, wiping the effluvium from his body from ankles to shoulders. She got a new cloth, warmed it with water and dabbed his face. Her face ran with tears. When he lifted a finger and touched it, she stopped swabbing his face. Dorothy sat on her knees, nude, her breasts glistened in the light.
“Turn off the light and lay down with me.” Rory said softly.
She did, flowing into his arms and laying her head on his shoulder. Without preamble, she wept.
Rory waited. And waited. And waited. It seemed forever before the sobs began to catch and she choked them off. The light of dawn was in the windows when she finally fell completely silent. Rory dozed.
“Rory?” Dorothy said into the dim light of morning.
Rory roused. He had been sleeping. He felt both wide awake and groggy; focused and distracted. Lisa’s face seemed to be painted on the inside of his eyelids. When Dorothy was not touching him, he felt Lisa’s lips on his, or the cheek of her full ass in his hand, her huge breast smashed against his palm.
“Rory, I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.” He rasped. His throat was dry and raw.
“You can take me any time you want, Rory. But if you wish to be with her, so be it. I will miss you if you feel it is betraying her to fuck me. Leave me alone, take me, I want you to be young now and find the most joy in life that you can. I cannot hold you nor will I seek to entice you to come here to take me. If, if you want Lisa, and she wants you, take her. If you want to take her and take me too, take us, do so. I will not urge you one way or another.” She stopped speaking, gulping against his chest. “But know this, I...” she gulped. “The idea of you being with her, that girl I saw, well, it excites me. I hope you take us both.”
Rory felt the tension in his body and consciousness relax, evaporating off his skin like cold sweat. “Dorothy,” he began but did not know what to say next. But in an instant, it came clear to him. “Dorothy, I want to fuck you all the time. When I saw you in the stands last night, I felt it, the desire to take you against a wall, to pull your panties down and fuck you hard.”
“Oh.” She breathed.
“But Lisa, god I feel the same way but I do not know if she will, would, I don’t know if that is possible. I saw her the first time and I wanted her. Not because she is beautiful, fucking gorgeous and she knows it...you are fucking wonderful....”
“But different.” Dorothy filled in for him.
Rory nodded. “Yes, different. I have had you.” He stopped, feeling the horrendous implications of his admission, unstated but clear.
Dorothy grasped his hand and held it, pulling it up to his chest where she pressed her palm against him.
“I mean....” Rory started.
“I know what you mean, Rory. I am much older than you and this woman, she is your age. Perhaps she is the one, Rory. I found ‘the one’ and married him and more. I gave him my whole being and I never regretted it but Rory, I found Ben David’s journal and....” Her voice caught. “I found his journal and he had another woman, besides me, I mean. He traveled a lot. He was gone a lot but when he returned, he always took me first and we talked later. I loved it when he came home.” She sniffled.
Rory tried to glance at her face but could only see her hand beside the top of her blonde head lying on his chest.
“Rory, what I am saying is this, I have been shared, I mean I have shared my man with another woman. I can share you. If you can have us both, please, do. But if you cannot make love to me while you are dating Lisa, I understand. I do.” She felt silent for a while.
Rory lay with the naked woman draped across his body, now creaking with the soreness from the game. Nothing entered his mind. No words. Only the vision of Lisa in the tight sweater and the feel of Dorothy’s breasts against his side and chest existed in his senses.
“I have been thinking,” Dorothy began but stopped.
Rory waited.
“I have been thinking, Rory. You said, you said once that you needed a place to, to take her. I have a garage opener. I could, you could take it and, and if you let me know, you could bring her here. I could leave you the house. You could have privacy. Tell her you are housesitting while I am away for the season. Or something like that.”
Rory raised his chest, trying to lift her up so he could look at her eyes. When she finally rose and looked down at him, her blue eyes were clear, her face was smooth. When she smiled it was a wan smile but genuine, real.
“I, I know what it means to be in love and I know you are not really in love with me but, Rory, I still have a lot of work to do and I would really like to have you come by from time to time. I do not want to be your friend. I will always hope you will take me on the table when you come. I will tempt you if I can to do just that. I am yours to do with as you like but if that does not work....” She tailed off.
Rory thought about the contract then.
“I mean, I will not complicate your life if you do not want to, to have me anymore to take me, to mount me anymore, while you are with her, if you can...” Dorothy pursed her lips. “I am usually a proud woman so this is awkward. I am telling you that whatever you want from me, you can have. That includes nothing.” She got up and sat on the side of the bed, looking away from him.
When he left, he took the garage opener, asking after it rather than expecting Dorothy to urge it on him. He said he had to figure things out.
“Take your time.” Dossy said before he left.
He did.
Chapter 11: Dates
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The next week, Lisa ignored him. Monday morning he spied her and stood watching her, waiting for her to meet his gaze. She didn’t. He waited. She walked away from him, showing him her ass, the ripple of her cheeks as she departed, the crease of her straight spine in the tight T-shirt. He waited till the afternoon.
Standing with some of the guys, he felt her eyes on him. He walked to her and she turned back to the bulletin board, studying the flyers. He laid a hand gently on the slope of her ass and then pressed lower, tucking the fabric of her demure skirt into the cleft of her butt cheeks, pushing deeper till she turned to face him. Her face was red.
“How do you expect me to get that out of my crack?” She asked, her eyes flashing. He smiled and walked away. Wednesday he caught a pass near the cheerleaders and sauntered over to her while the team waited on him and the cheer squad stared.
“Go out with me, Miss Ashley.” He said.
For a moment she just looked at him. Then she cocked her butt to the side and put a hand on her hip. “Okay, Mr. McQune, when?”
He set the date for Saturday. He turned away and then stopped. The coach was screaming at him. Rory turned back and faced her. “I am sorry, I do not know where you live. Nor do I have your phone number.” He said.
Lisa smirked and turned away from him.
The lack lingered between them till Friday afternoon before he left for the game. She gave him directions and a phone number which turned out to her house phone and not her cell. Her mother answered and he made a fumbling fool of himself. But that was later, after they went out the first time. He treated her like a gentleman till they were walking out to his car, his mom’s car actually. He lagged behind, watching the movement of her ass, cloaked though it was in the coat she wore, an electric blue something that made her blond hair look like ice cascading down it. She stopped and turned around to seize him with her serious gaze.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing.”
“Why did you stop?” She pressed.
“Your ass.
You have an amazing ass, Lisa. And your tits are great too.”
Despite herself she flushed and she whirled to walk away but feeling his eyes on her, she stopped, turned back to him and then away, the very picture of sexual confusion. When she stomped a foot, he approached turned her and kissed her lightly on the lips. He completed the date with no more physical contact.
The next date was Friday, an off day for the team, the last before the push to the playoffs and hopefully beyond. He took her to a nice dinner. When they were served and had both tried their food, he folded his hands over his plate, dangling the fork over it and asked, “So Lisa Ashley, are you a virgin?”
Again she flushed and then she glared at him. “Quit doing that, McCue!” She said.
Rory widened his eyes. “What?”
“Making me feel, making me, making me, I mean embarrassing me!” She finally got out.
Rory laughed. “English your second language, girl?” He took a bite of his pork cutlets.
Lisa glared at him.
“So? Virgin or not?”
“Are you?”
“Weak. Answering a question with a question. Come on, Lisa, you know you are going to sleep with me. I just want to know what sort of event it should be. Are you saving yourself for Prince Charming or is it already a casual thing with you?” He immediately winced, knowing that he had mis-stepped.
The misstep seemed to calm Lisa. She put down her fork and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “This is very good, Rory, thank you.” She said. “I like sex. I like it from behind, on my knees or standing up. I like it on my back, with my legs flat on the bed or around you or with my knees at my ears. I like sucking cock, I like it up the ass. I have been with several girls and having a tongue in my cunt is something I can get used to but I am usually too tense to enjoy it the first time a man goes down on me. But I love that first moment when your cock goes into me; that I love!”
Despite himself, Rory found his mouth hanging open. He clamped it shut with a click, his front teeth striking together. He nodded. “Ah, I see. You do not sound like the average high school girl.”
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