The sound of the front door changed all of that.
“What was that?” she asked again.
Stark naked, his beautiful cock now mostly hard in front of him, Dave crept to the bathroom door and listened. “I hear giggling,” he said.
Shanna stole up next to him, only slightly distracted by the rigid dick sticking up between them.
She heard the giggling too. “Oh, my God, it’s Stevie,” she said.
Panic gripped her heart and she grabbed him by both arms. “Dave, I’m sorry, but I’m not ready for my children to know about this. I need time to think. I can’t let them find us like this.”
Dave gently cupped her face. “I love you, Shanna,” he said, before kissing her very chastely on the lips.
Shanna pulled away. “They’re going to catch us!” she worried.
“When I open the door, we’ll run down to your room,” Dave told her. “I’ll put on my jeans and gather up the rest of my clothes. Then I’ll just go downstairs. If I run into Stevie or Edward I’ll say I was taking a shower.”
Shanna’s panic actually helped her identify the flaw in that plan. “What if they catch us in the hallway?” she asked. “We’re naked!”
“Well then we’d better hurry before they come upstairs,” Dave told her.
He cracked open the bathroom door and peered out. His penis was just as excited as ever, pointing straight out in front of him. Shanna grabbed a towel to cover her nakedness, but Dave motioned to her before she could wrap it around her.
“Let’s go.”
Shanna ran down the hall in front of him, bare feet striking the carpet, fuzzy towel pressed against her breasts.
It was just a few short steps but she felt like she was sprinting the fifty yard dash. If Stevie caught even a glimpse of them she just didn’t know how she would explain this.
She reached her bedroom door and flung herself inside. She turned to pull Dave into her anxious arms, but discovered he was far behind her, carefully picking his way down the hall. His erection was as prominent as ever.
She returned to the open door and beckoned to him.
He closed the final distance and wrapped her in his arms. “I think they’re making out,” he whispered.
Dave’s rigid cock pressed meaningfully against Shanna’s stomach as he backed her up to the edge of the bed.
She panicked when she caught on to his intention. “They’ll hear us!” she whispered.
His mouth covered hers, silencing the protest until his strong hands pushed her backward onto the mattress.
He lifted her legs, resting her calves upon his shoulders, then guided the thick head of his cock straight to her lower lips. There was no fumbling this time. A few hours in Shanna’s arms and Dave was an expert.
“The bedroom door is open!” Shanna warned him.
Dave entered her.
Shanna was shocked to discover how easily he slipped inside her. Despite her panic, her protests and her fears, she was sopping wet for her man.
Dave’s stroke completely filled her. One powerful motion and his cock had plunged as deep as it could go. He pivoted his hips to make certain he had expanded her every nook and cranny and then pulled back so he could thrust inside her again.
Shanna was still in a panic. Stevie and Edward would soon come up those stairs. They couldn’t find Dave’s white ass peaking out from between her legs while his hard meat proved he was a man. But there was nothing she could do to stop him—nothing she wanted to do to stop him. His hands were on her breasts squeezing her swollen nipples and his thick wonderful dick was picking up the tempo, driving her again toward orgasm.
Something banged downstairs. Was Bobby home too? Suddenly the panic was racing again alongside of her pulsing passion. Stevie and Edward might fool around for a while, but Bobby would come right upstairs and discover them.
Shanna twisted beneath Dave’s torso sending trills of pleasure through her body. Speaking was hard as all her oxygen seemed to be feeding her growing passion. “They’re coming…we have to…stop!”
“No!” Dave grunted, thrusting into her harder than ever. “Not until…you cum!”
Shanna’s whole body seemed to scream in protest and she bit down hard on her wrist in a probably futile effort to stifle the sound. Her pussy erupted in a hurricane of contradictory spasms, exploding in excitement against the granite need of her man. Her hips bucked and thrashed, driving him deeper within her. He stopped pumping and she wrapped her arms around him in a hopeless effort to contain her excitement. His hard chest crushed her breasts beneath him and she switched her teeth from her forearm to Dave’s shoulder and bit with all the strength at her command.
Hot love shot into her pussy and Dave’s arms tightened hard around her.
He froze deep within her, silent except for his ragged breaths, but she could feel his molten desire continuing to squirt inside her. Their mutual heartbeats drummed in her ears and without his motion to further stimulate her, Shanna’s pussy calmed its frantic pole dance and her ass gradually sank against the mattress.
Dave withdrew, sending new trills of pleasure through Shanna’s body and trailing a stream of cum from the purple head of his cock to the dark lips of her pussy. He was still amazingly hard and despite the danger, she struggled to sit up and touch him.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Dave whispered, “but you’re right. This isn’t the way we want to tell Bobby and Stevie about us.”
Shanna pulled back her hand.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too, Dave.”
He reached for his jeans. “Come running with me in the morning.”
She glanced at the clock. “That’s in just a few hours.”
“It’s the only time I’m sure we’ll be able to talk,” Dave explained. “We have to figure out how we’re going to get rid of Stevie and Bobby tomorrow so I can make love to you again.”
Shanna’s pussy tingled happily in anticipation.
“Six a.m.?” she asked.
Dave finished fastening his jeans before he reached out and caressed the dark flesh of her calf.
“You better go,” she told him.
“I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight,” he told her.
She watched him gather up his clothes and close the door behind him.
She heard no signs that he was noticed going down the stairs.
Chapter Four
Saturday
Shanna groaned when the alarm went off at 5:45 a.m. Her whole body ached and she was certain that she had just closed her eyes thirty seconds earlier, but if she wanted to see Dave this morning it was time to get up and moving.
Her body did not like that option. Her thighs cried out in silent protest and her pussy wanted to scream. Somehow, she didn’t remember sex making her this soar before, but then she also couldn’t remember a night where she fucked her man three times. Moving carefully to minimize her discomfort, she put on her robe and walked down the hall to her bathroom. She took care of business and then examined herself in the mirror.
Her hair was a wreck—funny how that happened when she went to sleep with it wet. There was little that could be done about it now. She would have to bind it up with hair bands and wash it properly after their run.
She could wash her face and brush her teeth, however, and still have time to hurry down the hall and put her running clothes on. Her muscles still protested her movements, but she was determined to keep this date.
Panties, sports bra, tight shorts, and T-shirt, she wanted to wear less, but there were neighbors to consider and Stevie and Bobby just might be awake when they came back. Finally, she donned her socks and running shoes and went downstairs to meet Dave.
He was standing in the living room, an undeniable erection bulging in his shorts. She couldn’t resist the urge to slide her arms around his neck and press her lips against his mouth.
Dave pulled her tight against him and welcomed her kiss with his own tongue. His hand
slid down her back to squeeze her cheek.
Shanna broke the kiss. “You just can’t get enough, can you?” she asked. She reached between them and boldly took hold of his erection.
“You know, if we head down to the basement,” Dave suggested, “I don’t think that anyone could hear us.”
Shanna played with his thick dick through his shorts for a few moments, making him even harder. “Let’s go running,” she said.
Jogging was especially painful for the first quarter mile, but after that it got a little better. It wasn’t really that her muscles loosened up, but that she got used to the dull ache in her thighs and groin.
“What you need,” Dave told her, “is a long, slow massage with hot oil and my strong fingers to knead the kinks and knots out of your muscles.”
That sounded promising, so she encouraged him to tell her more.
“I’ll stretch you out on your bed—naked of course—and work my way up the back of your legs, over your ass, and up your spine. I’ll pay special attention to your neck and shoulders and then I’ll turn you over and happily work my way back down.”
“Mmmm,” she sighed, “that sounds very nice. Tell me, will you be naked too?”
“Naked, hard, and eager to fuck you,” he assured her.
They were jogging uphill on Plum Street now, but thoughts of Dave’s hard dick kept a spring in Shanna’s stride. “I like that,” she said, “but how are we going to get my kids out of the house?”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” he told her, “and I think I’ve come up with half an answer.”
“Only half?” she asked.
“Give me time,” he said. “It’s early yet.”
“So how are you going to get rid of half? I’m assuming it’s Bobby you’re talking about.”
Dave looked uncomfortable. “I’m not certain he would want his mother to know this.”
Shanna arched her eyebrow. “Tell me!”
“Well, Bobby stopped in to see me last night,” he said. “It seems he had a very good time last night after I left.”
“Just how good a time are we talking about?” Shanna asked. She wondered if he was hinting that Bobby had made it with Liz and Marcie. She knew her son wasn’t a virgin, but that didn’t mean she liked being forced to acknowledge it.
“Well I’m sure Bobby would like a repeat performance,” Dave said. He gave the appearance of a man choosing his words with special care.
“Are you suggesting we send my son out to get laid so that I can fuck his roommate?” she asked.
“I could tell him I’m still not feeling well,” he said. “Under the circumstances, he would probably want to believe me.”
This brought a whole new set of questions to her mind. “Wait a minute, just what happened with you and Marcie anyway?”
“Marcie?” Dave seemed confused for a moment. “What? Oh, nothing, I mean, I’m pretty sure she was willing to fool around, but I told her I already had a girlfriend and I didn’t want to cheat.”
“That is so sweet,” she said, before the consequences of his words fully penetrated.
She stopped running. “Girlfriend?”
Dave turned around and jogged back to her. “I concede that I was jumping the gun a little bit, but aren’t you my girlfriend?”
Shanna blinked. He had asked her point blank and she didn’t know what to say. It was true that she was already thinking of him as her man, but his girlfriend? She was old enough to be his mother. What future could they possibly have? Maybe Loren was right. Maybe all she and Dave could really have together was great sex.
Dave folded Shanna into his arms until she rested her cheek on his sweaty chest. “I know you’re not ready for people to know about us yet, but I want to be more than your human vibrator. I want to be able to call you, to talk to you, to see you again. I want to take you on dates, go dancing, and snuggle together in the back row of the movies. I…”
Dave’s voice trailed off.
A tear trickled down Shanna’s cheek.
“Dave,” she said, “I don’t know if we can ever have that. I like you. I may even be a little bit in love with you. I certainly want you. But you’re nineteen and I’m forty-two and that embarrasses me. I’m going to need some time to work through that. You’re the first man I’ve slept with in fifteen years and I’m all confused about what that means.”
He lifted her chin so he could kiss her. Then he kissed each of her teary eyes. “Being my girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to marry me, but it does mean I’m more to you than a hard dick. If you can give me that much, we’ll have time to work out the rest.”
“I…you’re a lot more than a hard dick,” she told him, hugging him again.
“Good, let’s start with that and take the rest as it comes,” he told her.
“I think I can live with that,” she said.
They turned together and resumed jogging. Shanna’s legs and groin protested mightily.
“So, I think I can get rid of Bobby,” Dave said, picking up the dropped thread of conversation. “We’ll wait till he gets up but I’ll bet I can have him out of here by one or two o’clock. What are we going to do about Stevie and Edward?”
“I’ll think of something,” Shanna assured him. “I refuse to lose my last day with you.”
Bobby left the house after a late lunch, warning that he didn’t expect to be home until late. Unfortunately, Stevie and Edward appeared comfortable lounging on the couch and Shanna had no idea how to motivate them to go out: movies, dancing, anything! How could she kick them out of the house without telling them she wanted them to leave?
Dave was not helping matters.
The longer Stevie and Edward lounged on the couch, the more agitated he became. It was only a matter of time until one of them noticed something and then where would they be?
Shanna was almost ready to call the whole affair off in frustration when Dave came up with a workable solution.
He strode into the kitchen, caught her attention and then opened the basement door. “I’ll help you carry it,” he said, a trifle over loudly.
Shanna was a little slow in understanding his point and only belatedly invented an answering response. “Thank you, Sweety, it will only take a minute.”
She followed him into the stairwell, closing the door behind her. At the bottom of the steps, Dave pulled Shanna out of sight of the doorway and into his arms. His lips locked onto hers and for a few moments his tongue and hard body were all that mattered.
Shanna broke the kiss first and pushed him away. “They’re right upstairs,” she reminded him.
“I’ve thought of a way,” Dave told her.
“A way?”
“To be alone with you—when we go back up stairs, you ask Stevie if she’s going out tonight. Tell her you’re feeling a little claustrophobic with your crowded house and if she wants to use the car that’s fine, but otherwise you’re going to take it and go see a movie or something.”
Shanna thought through Dave’s suggestion. “You think Stevie and Edward will decide to go out?”
Dave grinned. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she agreed, “I do. But what if they don’t?
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “If they decide to stay home, I’ll speak up before you leave, say I’m feeling better and ask you to drive me to Bobby. Once we’re out of sight, I take you to a hotel and fuck you all night.”
“Well all evening at any rate,” she corrected him. She went over the plan in her head again. “It should work,” she agreed, “but what will Bobby say when you don’t show up?”
“I’ll just tell him I went to the mall. Believe me, he doesn’t want to see me right now.”
“Let’s try it,” she agreed. She started back toward the stairs but he snagged her arm and began backing her toward the washer and dryer.
“Not quite yet,” he told her.
“Dave, stop,” she protested.
He lifted her onto the edge of the washer. “It’s
your choice,” he said, “sweats or T-shirt, but I’m going to taste you before I let you back upstairs.”
“Dave!”
“So it’s my choice then.”
His fingers hooked into the waist of her sweatpants and wrenched them down under her ass and down her thighs. The metal washer banged loudly as the heels of her feet bounced against it.
He was already ducking his face between her legs, burrowing furiously toward her pussy. “Stop,” she whispered, afraid of making any more noise.
His warm wet tongue touched her clitoris and licked up through her bush. He looked disgustingly pleased with himself.
Shanna slid off the washer before he could try again and wrenched her pants back up to her hips.
The basement door opened. “Is everything all right down there?” Stevie asked.
Fear and embarrassment squeezed Shanna’s chest.
“Yes, sorry,” Dave called out. I almost tripped your mother when she asked me to get a new case of beer.”
“I’m okay, Stevie, just embarrassed,” Shanna said. It was a completely true statement.
Dave picked up a case of Molson Golden.
“All right then,” Stevie said. “Just let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, dear,” Shanna called.
They waited while Stevie climbed the stairs and closed the door.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Shanna hissed.
“I’ll do it again if we can get rid of them,” Dave promised. “Come on. Let’s give my plan a try.”
He carried the beer toward the foot of the stairs. Shanna started to follow him but suddenly remembered her missing panties from Thursday. They were so damn sexy she wanted to wear them for Dave.
She returned to the washer and dryer and began to look on the floor around the machines.
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked.
“I dropped a pair of panties down here Thursday and I want to find them for you,” she answered. “I think you’ll really like them,” she glanced over her shoulder at him and winked.
She could immediately see that there was something wrong with him. He was leaning his weight on one foot, trying to look nonchalant and completely failing in the effort.
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