Coming Together: At Last, Volume Two

by Alessia Brio, L. A. Banks, Bridget Midway

  "I nearly didn't answer the door,” she confessed.

  There was a long, nervous silence, and then we both tried to talk at the same time. I couldn't keep my eyes off the dark mystery under that thin, white nightgown, and Penny seemed both nervous and excited by my stares.

  "You go first,” I told her.

  "Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I know that your wife died several years ago, but you might not know that my husband died early last year."

  "No, I didn't know that. I'm sorry to hear it,” I said softly. “Losing a mate is a lot harder than most people realize. How long were the two of you married?"

  "Almost twenty-two years. I was sixteen and he was twenty-one, when we ran away together. It was hard at first—no money, lousy jobs—but as the years went by, it got better and better. We were to the point of having it made. Then about two years ago, he got sick. He spent more time in hospitals than he spent at home, and in the end, he died in one."

  "I'm sorry. That must have been a very rough time for you. I was lucky in a way, my wife died in her sleep. We never knew anything was wrong with her before that. At least you had a chance to say goodbye."

  Her gaze kept to the floor, and she nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess that was a good thing, but to watch him waste away ... wasn't."

  The tone of her voice sounded small and very hurt. I stepped forward, put my arms around her, and gave her a gentle hug. Her arms went around me as her head nestled on my shoulder. I could feel more than hear her gentle sobs.

  I wasn't sure what to say, so I just held her and rocked her gently.

  * * * *

  After a while, she calmed and took a deep breath. With a soft sigh, she snuggled closer to me. “It feels good to be held again,” she whispered. “It's been such a long time."

  I caressed her back slowly. “I understand. I've been there and done that."

  "Then maybe you'll understand why I asked you here tonight. I'm not ready for another man full time in my life right now, but I need someone. Someone that can ... well ... understand my needs and the reasons for them without taking it the wrong way. Someone who's been there and done that, as you said. Someone who won't pressure me."

  I nodded. “I will take that as a compliment. But why me, other than I'm a widower? There's a hundred other men around here that meet that requirement and some of them are much more your age. I won't say I'm too old, but I will admit to being a little past my prime."

  She moved her head back so she could see my face. “I've watched you as you've come in every morning for breakfast, and I liked what I saw. You are kind, gentle, and funny. You like to have fun, but you are serious at the same time. You remind me a lot of my husband in many ways."

  "Was he white?” I asked and then regretted it.

  She chuckled deep in her chest and shook her head. “Nope, he sure wasn't. You're the first white man to ever lay a hand on me, other than a handshake. In fact, you're the first man not my husband to ever...” She let the sentence trail off as she laid her head back on my shoulder.

  I caressed her back and then hugged her tightly. She hugged me back.

  * * * *

  We held each other for a long time. I wasn't sure how or what to do next, and I think she felt the same way. She felt warm and comfortable in my arms. I sighed deeply and ran my hand up and down her back, asking, “What now?"

  She hugged me and chuckled again. “I'm not sure. I was going to seduce you, but I got cold feet. I've never done this before, remember?"

  "It's been a very long time since I have, so I'm way out of practice. Not to mention the fact of being very nervous around you."

  "Why do I make you nervous? I'm just a woman. You were married to one and have a couple of grown kids, so I know you know your way around one."

  "Yeah, I do, but...."

  She laughed suddenly and leaned back to look at me. “Oh, I see. It's the old black and white thing."

  "No, not the way you might think,” I said hastily. “I've just never been with a black lady before. I'm not sure.” I ran down, not sure of exactly what I wanted to say or how to say it.

  "Not sure of what? Black or white, a woman is a woman. The size and shape may be different but the equipment is all the same, so I assume that making love to one would be the same as making love to the other."

  "I'm not sure I could handle it or measure up.” I admitted.

  She laughed again and then grinned. “There's only one way to find out. Don't let myths and fantasies mess you up. Do what you would normally do. We'll let culture sort itself out later. I'm old enough to know what I like and don't like, and I won't be shy about telling you, either."

  Before I could lose my nerve, I slipped my hand up to the back of her head and pulled her to me for a kiss. One way or the other, I would soon find out the answers to all my questions.

  Our lips met softly at first, almost tentatively. We explored the differences. My lips aren't exactly thin but probably thinner than her husband's had been. Hers were so soft and full. I kissed her, licking and nibbling on their fullness. After a moment, she made a soft moaning sound as a shiver ran through her body. I took that as a good sign and added my tongue to the mix.

  I felt her hand on the back of my head and the other wandered haltingly over my back. I could feel her nervousness as I used both hands to explore her back and sides. The kiss grew more passionate. The thin gauzy material of the negligee slid smoothly over her warm dark skin. Her back was firm; I could feel the solidness of muscle moving under the skin as she squirmed slowly against me.

  My leg slipped between hers, and my hands wandered lower to caress her high, round ass. I tried to squeeze it but was surprised at its firmness. My hands moved lower to cup each cheek. I pulled upward gently, pressing her tighter to my leg. She flexed her hips, rubbing herself against me, a deep groan coming into the kiss. I could feel her heat on my thigh.

  She turned slightly and rubbed her upper thigh against my stiff manhood that was trapped in the leg of my pants. Painfully so, in fact. I hadn't even realized that I was hard until that moment; I had been so wrapped up in exploring her lips and body.

  The hand that had been exploring my back now came around to run lightly up and down over the outline of my shaft. When she gave me a gentle squeeze, it was my turn to moan.

  The next few minutes were a comedy of errors as we both tried to undress me without breaking the kiss. She was fumbling with my belt buckle while I was trying to slip my boots off and unbutton my shirt at the same time. I had one boot off and half the buttons undone by the time she got the belt buckle figured out and attacked the button and zipper of my jeans. I got the shirt unbuttoned and started to pull it off about the time my foot came out of the boot, and she yanked down my jeans. I lost my balance, and she grabbed me by the dick. We ended up in a pile on the bed.

  We were both laughing as I finished getting my pants and socks off. When I lay back on the bed beside her, she whispered, “See, that wasn't so bad. Except for maybe the train wreck of getting you undressed. At least we ended up someplace soft."

  "It kind of broke the mood, though,” I whispered back.

  She laughed and said, “Lust ain't a mood. It's a condition, and that ain't changed one bit."

  She rolled over on her side and propped her head up on her hand. Her other hand reached for my manhood. She ran her fingertips up and down my length for a moment and then whispered, “You're as hard as I am wet, so we're doing something right."

  We both watched her fingers caress me for a moment and then she whispered, “Well, you've got nothing to be worried about in this department. You're every bit as big as my husband—maybe a little more so."

  She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave me a squeeze. “It's rock hard, too."

  Quickly she stood up and peeled the negligee off over her head. For the first time, I saw her nude. Her breasts were large and round, but didn't look out of place with her wide shoulders and narrow waist. They stood out with very littl
e sag. Her skin was a dark, dusky brown, the shadows under her nipples darker yet. Her nipples were a lighter color than her breasts and as big as the end of my little finger.

  My eyes wandered down across her belly. It was flat but not muscular. The deep indent of her belly button was a point of mystery. My eyes moved on to the tangle of tight curls on her mound. They were as jet black as her hair. Her sex was hidden beneath them.

  She moved forward and placed one knee on each side of me as she got back on the bed. She hadn't been wrong about her wetness, I could see it glisten and shine on her inner thighs, along the bright pink of her slit and smoothly shaven outer lips. Her mound was high and made plump looking by the tangle of curls on it. Her lower lips were small and narrow, and I couldn't see any inner lips at all, except up near her clit. Two folds fanned out below it, setting it up like a bright pink pearl. I licked my lips as she knee-walked up my thighs.

  She paused above my hips and looked down, her hands going to my shaft. She grabbed it with both hands and caressed it for a second before she lifted it upright. She held it there for a second and then looked at me. “I'm not sure whether I want to tease myself and you for a while or just drive it home."

  "Do what you'd normally do. That was your advice to me,” I replied with a grin.

  "What I'd normally do is being overruled by the length of time since.” She laughed softly. “Good old lust is working overtime, and I'm in a hurry."

  With that said, she lifted my shaft and rubbed the spongy head back and forth along the length of her slit, pausing each time at her clit and again at her wet opening. She would shiver as the head brushed over her clit and her hips would flex as it touched her opening. The slippery wetness of her sex against the sensitive head made me groan.

  After a minute of doing this, she gave out with a hiss as she jerked in time with her hips flexing. She was trying to get the head lined up with her opening but wasn't having much luck. I think she was having small orgasms each time the head brushed against her. I do know that she was getting even wetter than she had been before.

  The next time I felt her sex nibble at the head of my dick, I lifted my hips sharply and entered her. She gave a loud yell and sat down, driving me halfway into her hot, velvety depths. Her mouth was now open—but no sound came out—and her eyes were tightly shut. Her hips and belly moved in a rolling rhythm as she slowly sank down on me.

  When her ass met my hips, she groaned loudly and leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest. She started to make little rocking, lunging movements, each accompanied by a gasp. Her vagina would grip and then release me with each intake of breath. I laid still and let her do as she wanted.

  After a minute or so, she lifted one hand, made a fist, and slowly but firmly hit it on my chest several times. “Oh, shit!” she said softly and then banged my chest a couple more times.

  I grinned as I brought my hands up and caressed her thighs and hips. She was either having one hell of a long, drawn out orgasm or a series of short hard ones. Either way, she was coming. I could feel her warm juices running along my shaft and dribbling down over my balls. The inner walls of her sex were doing marvelous things around my shaft. It was a rippling effect that started at the head and ran down to the base. If I had moved at all, I would have probably exploded myself.

  * * * *

  Over time, the rippling effect slowed and then stopped. Penny sat still as a statue except for her heavy breathing. When she had caught her breath, she lifted her head and looked at me. A shy grin slowly spread across her face.

  "Sorry about that.” She paused and took a shuddery breath. “I ain't felt nothing like that since my honeymoon, if you could call it that, twenty-two years ago. I was a virgin then and didn't have any idea of what to expect. My husband was gentle and patient and had me so hot that by the time he entered me, I did about the same thing as I did just now."

  She smiled and leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips. When she straightened up she said, “You have that same gentle, knowing patience that he had. I think I made a good choice."

  She rocked her hips slowly from side to side and whispered, “Damn, that feels so good in there. I had almost forgotten what it felt like."

  I grinned and whispered, “It sure ain't bad from this side, either. You fit like a warm, velvet glove."

  She sighed and rocked her hips again. “I've always been tight and very sensitive. I figured it was because I never had any kids. That's the one thing I regret the most."

  "Why is that?” I asked softly.

  She shrugged and replied, still rocking her hips. “It just never happened. We never used any kind of protection, but I never got pregnant."

  All of a sudden, she stopped moving and got a big-eyed look on her face. “Oh my God, we're not using any protection. I don't want to get pregnant now. I couldn't handle it."

  "There's no chance of that.” I told her. “When my youngest son was born my wife got fixed and a few days later, so did I. It was our insurance policy, so to speak."

  "You're sure?” she asked with a suspicious look on her face.

  "I can go home and get you the paperwork and the doctor's report, if you really want me to,” I said. “I wouldn't lie to you."

  She grinned as she lifted her hips a couple of inches and then lowered them back. She made a soft sound and shook her head. “I'll take your word for it. I ain't giving this ride up for nobody and no reason. It's been way too long and way too nerve-wracking to get to this point and time."

  She worked her hips up and down slowly. I could feel her moving all along my shaft as she did. I groaned softly and whispered, “I'm sure glad of that but I have a feeling that it ain't going to be a very long ride. You feel so damned good."

  She grinned, lifted her hips higher, and then dropped down sharply. “Then I better get all I can, while I can."

  I groaned loudly and nodded my head.

  True to her word, she rode me hard, with me trying to give as good as I got. We ended up finishing in a dead heat—lots of heat and me nearly dead. I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but that wasn't very long.

  As the first jet of hot semen ripped my shaft, she slammed herself down on me and ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen clit on my pelvic bone. The second jet seemed to ignite her orgasm. Her inner muscles clamped down on me as a hot gush washed over my balls.

  I had never felt anything like the squeezing, pulling, rolling massage her vagina was giving my dick. I thought she was going to chew it up and spit it out. I'm not sure who was yelling the loudest, her or me.

  The next thing I knew, she had a hand on each side of my head and was kissing the hell out of me in a wild passionate kiss that went on and on until we finally had to come up for air.

  I lay there gasping for breath, and she lay on top of me doing the same. My gaze connected to hers and we both smiled. She held my head again and lowered her lips to mine in a soft gentle quick kiss.

  When she raised her head, she whispered breathily, “Oh, my Lord.” And she grinned.

  I nodded my head, not trusting that I could talk and breathe at the same time.

  "Are you alright?” she asked with concern in her voice.

  I nodded again and grinned up at her.

  "Don't you go and die on me. I'd never forgive myself,” she said, grinning down at me.

  "I don't plan on it,” I told her, my breathing becoming easier.

  She leaned down and kissed me softly, then lifted her head slightly, breaking the kiss. “What do you have planned for the rest of the weekend?” she asked softly.

  "Before, nothing. But now...” I let the sentence trail off as I pulled her head down for a long gentle kiss.

  She gave a drawn out sigh and sat up. My dick was soft but still inside her. She wiggled gently from side to side and grinned. “I don't think my little pussy wants to give up its dinner."

  I laughed. “When it does, there going to be one hell of a mess, believe me. One even bigger than the one we
already have."

  She wiggled again, and we both could hear the squishing noise from where we were joined. “I think you're right on both counts. So what do we do now?"

  "The only idea I can think of, is for you to jump up and run for a towel while I try and dam up the flow. I'll try and keep it between my legs instead of on the bed. Otherwise, we'll have the wet spot from hell."

  "We could always move to the other bed.” She was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

  "I was hoping to save that one for tomorrow. You know, a new day, a new bed. I figure if we keep it up like we've been going, we'll need it. This one will either be broken or a swamp."

  She laughed and nodded. “Or it won't matter as we'll both be dead."

  "Oh, you'll live, but I probably won't. I won't have one complaint in the world, either. The smile on my face will drive the mortician crazy trying to get it back to normal. Every time he does, this silly grin will return."

  "You are one crazy old white man."

  "And your point is?” I asked with a big grin.

  "No point, just an observation.” She said as she laid back down on me for another kiss.

  * * * *

  As she moved, the cork came out of the bottle and the mad scramble was on. I jammed my thighs together and she ran for the bathroom. She returned with two small towels, one went under my raised thighs and the other on top.

  We mopped at the mess, laughing at ourselves, as we did. Finally, I said, “Okay, enough of this. I think it's time we took it to the shower."

  I wiggled to the edge of the bed and held out my hands. “Give me a hand. Maybe I can get up without making it worse."

  She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. We looked down at the bed. There was a small wet spot near the edge. I picked the towel up. There was another spot about the size of a silver dollar. “Not bad."

  "Not bad at all,” she said with a smile.

  I turned toward the bathroom and took a step. I stuffed the towel I had in my hand between my legs. Penny looked at me funny. “Flee for your life. The dam has broken. Women and small children first.” I laughed as I headed for the bathroom and the shower.