passion this morning, and I was ready for it this time." Lauren didn't quite know what to make of that. Had he planned a more elaborate
letdown? Forget it. "Maybe I don't feel like expending the energy anymore, if it's not going to be
appreciated," she said. "Or wanted." "Lauren—" "I planned to come in later today, and tender my resignation," Lauren said. "You made it clear Friday that you didn't want me, and seeing your car parked outside Marlene Robeson's that night confirmed that." Jake blinked. "That was you, then, screeching down the road." Lauren nodded. The sight had been a shock to the system. The old bat won after all, and ruined Lauren's weekend...and life. Maybe she should have toned down her desires and not been so emphatic about her feelings, but it was too late to speculate. Lauren could only hope Marlene treated Jake decently. "I don't want to be a distraction to you or a constant topic of gossip at the store. We're all better off if I don't come back," she said.
She deposited the horehound candy on a nearby table and moved to close her robe again, gasping as Jake stilled her, this time with a touch to her arm. The heat intensified, pooling low in her pussy. She pressed her thighs together. "No, let me see you," he said. Lauren let her arms fall to her sides. Her robe wavered and fluttered, offering teasing
shots of skin that Jake seemed to appreciate. "You are a beautiful woman, Lauren," he said. "It's been a long time since I've seen
a woman's bare body this close. Could I..." Was he blushing? What prompted this sudden change of heart? This couldn't be the
same man who bolted from his office like a bat out of hell. Still, why was she questioning it? "Could I," he repeated, "see the rest of you?" "What?" Lauren wished she didn't sound so incredulous. She had wanted to hear words like this from him for the longest time, yet her suspicions easily spoiled the moment. What if he ran again? She couldn't take that. "Why look so surprised? You had pictures taken to show me, right?" She nodded. "Why not show me in person, now?" Jake smiled. "Besides, you're beautiful, why cover it up?"
They were in her living room now, Lauren standing over the wine stain made on the carpet during her "argument" with Bob. She glanced about the room for a hidden camera and, finding none, next searched Jake's neck and collar for a switch. Perhaps he was really Bob, in disguise. No. She wasn't that far gone. "What are you looking at?" Jake asked, chuckling. "N-nothing." "Let me see you." Jake brushed a hand against her cheek. His skin was rough, his touch gentle. This was a hand that worked hard for decades, yet right now Lauren could think of no greater sensation than those toughened fingertips stroking her face.
Quietly, a smile curling her lips, Lauren complied. The robe slid into a bright red puddle at her feet, and Lauren sucked in gut and squared her shoulders, holding herself in a forward pose that Jake seemed to admire. His happy sigh empowered her. She kept her legs together, taut, and thrust her hips forward slightly to accentuate the high curve of her backside.
Jake circled her as if studying a museum piece. Lauren felt his gaze evaluate every bulge, every ripple and curve. She didn't have the magic of Sue's camera lens to improve her body, and Jake's prolonged, silent appraisal soon became more nervewracking than erotic. Yet he continued to smile, and she had to wonder how strong his desires were that they usurped his ability to see her physical flaws.
"You know," he said finally, "somebody planted one of your pictures on the computer at work." Lauren's heart stopped. "No, I didn't know that." Jake nodded and stopped in front of her, his eyes on her breasts. "It was a beautiful
picture, but it doesn't do you justice." Oh, God. Those words, that smile, sent her pussy throbbing. Her thighs rubbed
together, slick with her passion. She ached for his touch. "Maybe soon I'll get to see the rest of the pictures," he said, and gently eased her to
the couch and helped her sit. "Now, I'd like to see more of you." Lauren couldn't feel herself move, couldn't feel the sofa cushion underneath her bottom. Jake's gentle touch to her knees as he spread them apart was magnified as a result. They were in a vacuum, it seemed, impervious to their environment. Around her, she knew there was sound—a bird chirping outside the window, the loud, staid ticking of her grandmother clock, the occasional tinkling of the chimes hanging in her kitchen. Lauren heard nothing of it for the gentle desire in Jake's voice, and sensed nothing else for his whisper touch to her pussy.
She thought she might come right there, and all he had done was brush a fingertip over her inner pussy lips. "Tell me about your pussy," he said. What? "Uh, what do you want to know?" What an odd request. She watched him study her pussy with fascination. She wriggled her bottom, causing her pussy lips to move. He seemed hypnotized.
Jake ran finger up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh where it met the right side of her pussy. "As often as Cindy and I made love, I was never this close to her. Not like this. We never did oral sex. It had nothing to do with the way we were brought up, it was just something we never did. Well, maybe upbringing does enter into it." He shook his head. "That's not very romantic at all, is it?"
Lauren bit her lip. No way in hell was she going to risk shortening this moment by saying something stupid.
"Yesterday you offered me oral sex, to pleasure me," Jake said, looking up at her. "Sucking cock, blow job..." He paused when Lauren snickered. "I understand it works both ways. I could give you oral sex and pleasure you." His smile burned. "I could eat your pussy." "I'd love that." Lauren couldn't help but let that slip out. "I'd love it, too. Show me how, Lauren. Tell me how to eat your pussy. I want to do it right." Tentatively, he ran his fingertip between her inner pussy lips in a rhythm that drove her mad. At this rate she would come and soak the couch, and eating her would be moot.
"Jake, I don't see how I could teach you. I mean, you just do it," she said, and cringed. If that didn't kill the mood, it would be a miracle. Thankfully, Jake didn't appear upset by her words. "You're a teacher, aren't you?" "Well...this never happened to be on my curriculum." She laughed. Another swipe down her pussy lips, however, lowered her voice an octave. Jake seemed to do well enough learning on his own.
"Well, okay, there's really no right or wrong way to do it, long as you do it." Lauren cupped her pussy and splayed her fingers, spreading her lips. She tapped her forefinger at the cleft. "You know what a clitoris is, right?" "Yes. Cindy had one, if I'm not mistaken." Lauren tried not to laugh, but Jake encouraged her too much. She managed to calm herself to continue the lesson. "You can do many things. You can suck on my clit, lick my pussy lips here," her fingers snaked down to indicate spots that especially pleased her, "and lick me here." She dipped a finger into her flooded core. "But eating pussy isn't all about a woman's pleasure. If you enjoy it, you'll find there are things you prefer to do." "I gotcha. I can suck on your clit..." He lowered his face to Lauren's pussy, pursing his lips. Lauren gasped at first contact and tried to hold still to savor the moment. * * * Delicious. If only Lauren didn't squirm so much, he could better zero in on her clit. He clamped his hands over her thighs to keep her body still, but figured this was probably a good sign. She probably wouldn't be moving if she weren't enjoying herself.
His lips parted over her pussy, he continued exploring her folds with his tongue, leaving no spot untouched and trying his best to catch every drop of sweet nectar. The taste was addictive, and Lauren's moaning encouragement moved his cock to stone as he nibbled and licked and sucked. How could anyone not have told him about eating pussy? How he had missed so much over the decades, knowing how Cindy might have tasted and might have enjoyed this sensation.
Well, Cindy had hoped he would find love again. Perhaps the only way he could make up this grievous omission in their own sex life to her would be to give his all to Lauren.
Further instruction to her pussy came out in ragged breaths as Lauren writhed and quivered beneath him, but Jake blocked her voice. He would do this right, and do so on his own. He sucked one bare labia into his mouth and let it escape with a light popping sound, then repeated with the other side
. He lapped broadly at her inner lips and tickled the edge of her soaked cunt, drinking her pussy juices. He couldn't get his fill, it seemed.
When it appeared Lauren could take no more teasing, he pried her lips apart to find for himself that pretty pink jewel.
Her clit practically throbbed, engorged to a deep color. So pretty. To think such a small nub was the source of great pleasure, for the both of them. Jake glanced upward to imprint Lauren's look of ecstacy in his mind before taking her clit into his mouth and massaging it between his lips.
The impact was immediate. Lauren thrust her mound as high as she could go, screaming his name and riding an orgasmic wave that nearly drowned his senses as well. The scent of her sex flooded his brain, and instinct took over. Before he realized it, he had two fingers rapidly sliding in and out of her slit. He kept his mouth on her clit as he explored her inner trove in search of another way to pleasure her. "Shit, Jake," she cried, "that's my spot, don't stop!" He felt a rough patch somewhere along her smooth vaginal walls, and kept tapping at it to her delight. He'd heard about the legendary G-spot before, but believed it to be myth. Cindy had been silent about her own, but for all Jake knew he'd managed to hit it every time with his cock. Cindy's reactions had been no different to Lauren's right now.
Lauren squealed and writhed and bucked against him, as if fighting his ministrations. Jake held fast, however, determined not to stop until told. Lauren looked wonderful, smelled and tasted even better...he could do this all night if allowed.
Lauren, unfortunately, either wouldn't or couldn't allow that. Her orgasm racked her body with enough force that Jake was dislodged and sent reeling. He landed flat on his back, glazed and happy. If anything, the moment allowed him a few seconds to breathe before going back for more. "So," he said, "did I do it right?"
* * * Holy Mary, Joseph, Larry, Moe and Curly! She had never been eaten like that in her life. She wondered if there was anything left. Like Mozart to the piano, he was. If this was Jake's first time eating pussy, Lauren thanked God the man wasn't a virgin. One thrust from his cock into her melting core might launch her to North Carolina.
When the world came back into focus, Lauren looked down her trembling body and saw Jake on the floor. The prominent bulge in his jeans told of an erection that desperately needed to be free, and Lauren wasn't about to waste any time, lest it suffocate.
She didn't give Jake a chance to move, but lunged forward and pounced. Palms bracing herself against the carpet, she crushed her mouth to his, tasting herself in the kiss, feeling rough denim slid over her sensitive, damp pussy. She could still feel where his fingers explored, touching places no other man had discovered. She needed to feel him inside her now, to complete the sensation.
"Now," she gasped when she finally broke free. "I need to fuck you now or I'll lose my mind."
"I don't fuck, Lauren, I make love," Jake said between kisses. "If you like, I'll make love with you, but I want to hear you ask. Ask me like you did yesterday." "Jake, make love to me, please." With one last kiss, Jake rolled Lauren onto her back and rocked back on his knees. With a practiced stealth that certainly eluded men half his age, Jake shed his clothes and kneeled before her. Lauren couldn't help but stare. Jake looked incredible; save for a few wisps of silver hair coiled on his chest and a silver bush nesting an impressive cock, Jake looked nowhere near his age. His body was lean and hard, sculpted from years of labor and, no doubt, a good life. She knew that body would feel even better molded against hers.
Jake grapsed the base of his shaft and teased her pussy lips, stroking the tip over her folded and across her overworked clit. "Lauren, before we do this..."
Lauren felt her heart sink. Now he had something to say? Truly he had become an expert tease in this short time as well.
"I want you to know I'm a man of commitment," he was saying. "I was committed to making my business a success, and to making my marriage work. I don't believe in casual relationships, either, which is why I want to know...what you said about being in love with me, did you mean it?"
"Every word," Lauren said. "I wouldn't have thought to pursue you if I didn't want to go for long haul." Jake pulled his cock away; Lauren immediately felt the aching void. "You love me?" "I love you, Jake." "I've loved you for years as a friend, Lauren, until you brought me out of my
shadows," Jake said. "I want to love you as a woman now, and commit to you." They locked gazes, and Lauren saw in Jake's eyes the sincerity behind his words as she felt the tip of his cock positioned at her core. All this time she had wanted him, it never occurred to her how big a step he perceived this moment to be. Nor did it fathom to her that this would be forever. Forever felt wonderful. "I love you, Jake." "I love you, Lauren." One broad stroke filled her to the hilt. Lauren cried out as her womb stretched to accommodate him, but she quickly adjusted and soon clamped her walls tightly around his cock to create the friction he needed to pleasure her. She twined her legs with his and cupped his bottom as he pumped hard into her, groaning with each stroke. She watched his face redden and contort as he hovered over her, his expressions revealing how much he missed the act of making love.
Though his eyes never left hers, he had this faraway, dreamy look, as if gazing into forever. And finding it wonderful, too.
* * * What the—? He couldn't explain the sensation felt as he buried his cock deep inside Lauren. That it was wonderful was an understatement; Lauren was every bit the woman in love—soft and wet and a perfect fit. Jake hadn't felt this good since the last time he and Cindy made love.
Unconciously, his body must have realized that, too, for when he looked down he saw Cindy's face twitching with pleasure.
He looked up briefly, and saw he was no longer in Lauren's living room, but back home in bed. Cindy lay underneath him now, the thin, pink turban slipping around her head. Vanity kept it affixed, even at night, despite Jake's protests that she looked beautiful regardless of what the chemo did to her hair. Yet, he obliged her that and the Tshirt to hide the mastectomy scar to make her happy. When they made love, she was still the same Cynthia Redding. Nothing changed.
Jake seemed to watch events unfold from his own body. He could feel himself inside Cindy, easing his cock gently in and out of her, leaning to one side so as not to irritate the scar. Cindy's breathing was shallow and warm, and it prickled his skin. The scent of wax candles and sex hung over them.
Why did this image have to appear now, as he made love to another woman? Was this survivor's guilt magnified?
"I love you so much, Jake," she whispered. "I'll take these memories to me to Heaven." "I'm in Heaven now," Jake said, and bent low to kiss her. "Promise me," Cindy began, then turned away to cough. Jake slowed his movement and waited for her. She prompted him to continue with touch to his shoulder. "Promise me, Jake, you won't stop when I'm gone," she said. "Find another woman
and make her as happy as you made me." "Cindy..." How she could bring up such a thing as they were making love was
beyond him. This moment wasn't supposed to be about anybody but them. "Promise me." Her tone took on a strength Jake hadn't seen in her in months. "I can't bear the thought of leaving you knowing you're going to be miserable the rest of your life." "Then don't leave." The laugh that was to come instead escaped as a chest-rattling cough. "No, don't stop," she said, and Jake sped up his pace. "Just make love to me now, and promise me you'll save some love for another woman. Promise me that." "I promise." I promise... He knew he'd said it only to appease Cindy. Perhaps she knew he had obliged her,
but she said nothing more as they made love through the night, as her health allowed. Two weeks later, she breathed her last. Thirteen months later, he was here, fulfilling a promise that he realized wasn't
completely empty. "Jake..." He blinked, and was back where he started. Lauren lay underneath him, moaning and sighing her approval. Jake pumped harder into her, sensing the buildup in his groin about to explode.
"I can't hold on any longer," he said, low. He was surprised to
have held out this long. Before he could say anything more, he came with one last thrust that pushed Lauren several inches up the carpet. The sensation burned through his cock and up his spine, rendering him boneless as he collapsed on Lauren's sweating, shaking body.
"God, Lauren..." Lauren did this to him, that much he knew. His shell was gone forever now, replaced by a misty veil of afterglow that wrapped the couple tightly as they curled together on the carpet and sought to regain their breath. Cindy's voice no longer tickled the insides of his ears. Cindy...I kept my promise. "That was wonderful." Lauren wheezed, her body limp. "It's like I went to Heaven
and back." Jake nuzzled her neck and closed his eyes. "I'm in Heaven now."
Eleven
"Do you have to go?" Lauren stretched the words into several syllables, sounding like a spoiled child. Jake found the affect charming, and quite alluring considering how delicious she looked wrapped only in a bedsheet. They spent the rest of the morning in her bed; once Lauren pushed aside the life-size mandoll lying on the mattress—Jake thought better than to ask about it—Jake took the time to reacquaint himself with her pussy and improve upon his oral skills. Lauren gladly repaid his kindness with equal attention to his cock.
"Whoa." The sensation of Lauren's lips puckered tightly around his shaft was incredible, but the added bonus of watching his cock disappear into her mouth made the experience all the more erotic. He was going to enjoy doing this, watching this, for years to come.
Now, however, he had something to do, and it required him to take his reluctant leave. "I'll be back before you know it," he said, buttoning his shirt. "I just need to do this one thing, and I'm yours." "For the rest of the day?" Lauren bounced in bed. Jake eased himself further back on the mattress and leaned over to kiss her. "For the
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