Cute Girls

“Author’s Note: This is the second and longest part of a four-part story. Although there is some sexual activity in this story, if you are looking for a quickie “stroke and cum” story you might want to select something else to read. For those who enjoy plot and character development and a long build-up to a rousing conclusion, please feel free to follow along this special tale.”

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A week later, Emily asked if she could invite a couple of her best friends over to go swimming for the afternoon. Mitchell had never met any of her friends and thought that it would be an interesting encounter.

“Of course, your friends are welcome to come over,” Mitchell said. “I don’t spend all my spare time keeping this damned pool clean just to sit around and look at how clear and sparkling it is. I’d much rather see it being used.”

“Oh, great! Thank you!” Emily said with an excited little squeal and gave him a little hug. “You’ll just love my friends. They’re the best!”

Her friends arrived just before noon on what turned out to be a gorgeous early summer Saturday. It was a perfect pool day without a single cloud in the sky and the temperature hovering in the low 80s with very little humidity.

“Mitch, this is my friend Lizzie and this is Katie!” she said excitedly.

“Hello, girls! Hope you a have great time!” Mitchell replied.

Lizzie was a skinny little sprightly blonde girl about five-two or five-three with big, blue eyes and an infectiously happy smile. Katie was taller, though not quite as tall as Emily, with beautiful long dark hair and a pair of sultry dark eyes. She seemed a little more reserved than Lizzie, but in a quiet and elegant way. From what he could see beneath the girls’ short little cover-ups, the faint outlines of their skimpy bikinis were visible and both were sporting beautiful suntans that must have been helped along by a tanning salon given that it was still early in the summer.

“Hi, Mitch!” Lizzie said, obviously the more outgoing of the two friends.

“Hello,” Katie said giving him a long thorough look.

Mitchell waved them into the house and went about his business. Once he had the pool open and cleaned on Saturday mornings, he liked to sit down and go through the household’s finances. Although he could hear what the girls were saying while he sat at the dining room table, it sounded like the girls were just having fun and it wasn’t long before he heard the sounds of them jumping into the pool. He smiled at the thought and then concentrated on what needed to be done.

An hour or so later, when things had quieted down outside, Mitchell was ready to take advantage of the gorgeous early summer day and went upstairs to put on his swim trunks. Out of curiosity, he glanced out the window of his bedroom that looked out onto the pool area and caught a glimpse of the girls stretched out on a set of lounges they had arranged together, careful to have their feet pointed toward the sun.

Lizzie had on something very skimpy in yellow and orange, Katie was wearing a tiny little hot pink suit while Emily was in a skimpy little black suit with pink strings. They were all lying on their backs, their bodies greased with sunscreen and glistening in the brilliant sunlight. They all looked so sexy with nearly every outline of their youthful curves apparent through the damp thin fabric of their swimsuits.

As Mitchell stripped down and stepped into his own trunks, he became quite aware of the effect of seeing this trio of backyard bathing beauties when he had to stuff what had become a nearly full-fledged hard-on into his trunks. “Jesus!” he said to himself. “Just call me a dirty old man!” he laughed. At least this proves I’m not dead yet, he thought.

While stepping out onto the deck, he decided to give them a little privacy and set himself up on the far side of the pool. He liked to stretch out and sun himself for a while before diving in the pool, so he arranged his lounge chair and reclined with his eyes closed, delighting in the wonderful warmth of the sun. It didn’t take long before he heard Emily’s voice calling over to him.

“Hey! Mitch! What’re you doing way over there?” she called out. “Being anti-social or something?”

He picked his head up and looked over toward the girls. “Didn’t want to disturb you, girls.”

“That’s okay. You won’t disturb us,” Lizzie chipped in.

“Nah, you guys are probably talking about clothes and boys and that infernal young people’s music.”

“We could talk about something else if you’d prefer,” Emily shouted over. “You know, like social security, and the rising cost of denture cream, and Lawrence Welk music.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mitchell shot back defensively. “I may be older than you, but I’m not some old stuffed shirt.”

“Then why not come over here and join us?” Emily asked.

“You sure about that?” he asked. “No jokes about hearing aids and heart medication and walkers?”

“Not a word,” she answered.

“We promise,” Lizzie said. “Cross our hearts!” With that the little blonde drew an X across her chest, her finger flirting with the dinky triangle of yellow and orange fabric that made up the top of her suit.

What was it about her gesture, innocent in and of itself, that sent a twinge of arousal through Mitchell’s body? Was it that he could see, even from the far side of the pool, every one of their lush curves, and from the way that their suits clung to their bodies so enticingly that he could distinguish the pert erection of their nipples and the cleft of their pussies through the thin material? Or was it just that with his recently threadbare love life he was just that easy to excite? I guess this does look pretty stupid, he thought. What’s it going to hurt to join the girls?

Mitchell got up from the lounge and picked up his towel and walked over to where the girls were laying out. He scooted another lounge over close to Emily, but not too close. Before he settled down, he thought he’d play the part of a good host.

“Anybody want something to drink?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” Lizzie said.

“Oh, you guys!” Emily said. “Mitch makes the best pina coladas! They are absolutely to die for!”

“Now you’re talking!” Lizzie said with a cute little laugh.

Mitchell graciously excused himself and went inside to mix up a tall pitcher of drinks. While he was inside gathering together all the ingredients, he couldn’t see the girls but could clearly hear them talking outside, their voices carrying through the open kitchen window.

“So what do you guys think?” Emily asked.

“I think he’s kind of cute in a sweet polite older guy way,” said Lizzie.

“I think he’s kind of sexy too,” Katie remarked. “I like ‘em tall and fair like that. And with a sexy muscular chest. Yum!”

“And did you see the way he looked at you?” Lizzie added. Mitchell couldn’t tell to whom she had directed her remark, but he could easily guess. He hadn’t thought that he was looking at any one of them in any special way, much less singling out Emily.

“What do you mean?” asked Emily.

“Oh, come on, Emmie!” Lizzie replied. “You saw it too, didn’t you Kat? He looks at you with those big dreamy eyes, like you’re an ice cream cone and he wants to lick you all over.”

“Get out! He’s my boss-my employer! He wouldn’t think-”

“He’s a man, honey!” Katie responded. “You’re a hot young chick. You’ve got to know what he’s thinking.”

“Not Mitchell. He’s too … too … too, I don’t know what.”

“Too much like your dad?” Lizzie teased with a real edge to her voice. “I know you’ve always had a thing for older guys and you have to admit that he would be a great conquest, with all that built-up sexual tension from being single for so long. Mmm, I’d fuck him and love every minute of it.”

“So would I,” Katie chimed in. “In a New York minute.”

“You guys!” Emily said. “That’s gross!”

“Say what you will …” Lizzie said.

“It’s time to roll over, girls,” Katie remarked, changing the topic, and the girls fell silent.

Mitchell had finished mixing the pina coladas and carried the pitcher and glasses out on a tray. He paused when stepping down from the deck. The girls had indeed rolled over and now the strings of their tops were untied and lay at their sides, exposing their entire bare backs. The back of Lizzie’s suit bottom had practically disappeared in the crack of her ass, and Katie’s was a thong to begin with. The sight of the three sexy young women was working on Mitchell’s brain and body, making his semi-hard-on throb even more.

“Ahem. Who’s thirsty?” he asked, clearing his throat as he carried the tray over toward them and set it on a little table between Lizzie and Emily.

Mitchell arranged the glasses with straws and poured a round, and then passed them to the girls. As he handed the glass to Katie, she had to reach over Lizzie, and her suit top fell away from her body and Mitchell was treated to a fine glimpse of her large full breasts and dark taut nipples. Although this sent a definite twinge to his cock, the girls didn’t seem to notice and sipped the chill blended mix of light rum, coconut milk and fresh pineapples.

“Mmm, this is goo-ood!” Katie remarked.

“You better get ready to mix another pitcher cause we’re gonna drink this one down right away!” added Lizzie.

Mitchell chuckled, took his glass and returned to his lounge beside Emily. They all lay in silence for a few moments, sipping and sunning. Finally one of the girls made a comment about a mutual friend and the girls began to talk amongst themselves. Mitchell lie back on his lounge and let the sun’s warmth flow through him while he listened to their chatter. Just like listening to my teen-aged daughter and her friends talk, he thought, the notion of which caught him short for a moment. Although every topic was somehow related, they could go from talking about a friend, to a favorite TV show, to a new CD, to a kicky new outfit at the mall, to what they were going to do that night, all in about a minute or two. Mitchell shook his head with amazement at how all three seemed to be talking at once and yet they all understood what was being said and were instantly responding.

“We’re not boring you or anything are we?” Emily asked several minutes later, looking over at him. “We can always talk about retirement plans or something.”

“I’m good,” Mitchell remarked, taking another sip of his pina colada. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay,” she replied with a touch of skepticism, and then joined back into the conversational fray with her friends.

It took about twenty minutes before Mitchell felt his body heat up and begin to sweat. He rolled over to get some sun on his back before he would be ready to jump into the pool for a swim. As he lay there, his head turned toward Emily; he watched as she rose up onto her elbows and said something to Katie. The generous firm curves of her breasts lifted up to the point where Mitchell could see the very edge of her pink nipples. That glimpse of firmly rounded, creamy smooth skin sent another twinge deep to his loins. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe I have gone too long without a woman, he thought. Just an innocent flash of skin was making his mind churn and his libido throb. The heat of the sun and his emotions was getting too much.

Rising up suddenly from his lounge, Mitchell took a few quick steps to the pool and dove in. He savored the cooling sensation of the water. Even though it was pretty warm, it felt absolutely refreshing. He remained under water for nearly the entire length of the pool, coming to the surface only as he neared the far side. With a turn and a hard kick he swam briskly back. After another pair of brisk laps, Mitchell paused, folded his arms on the edge of the pool, and caught his breath. The fresh water and the exercise had taken the bite out of his arousal.

Then Katie had to roll over and sit up on her lounge. As she rearranged her top, Mitchell was treated to another view of her big beautiful tits in all their awesome glory. She knotted the string and shifted the skimpy hot pink triangles of cloth so that her large dark nipples were covered, about all that the suit was capable of concealing. Then she rose up and walked slowly toward the pool, coming to stand in front of Mitchell and looking down at him.

“How’s the water?” she asked.

“Outstanding,” he replied looking up at her. His eyes ran up her darkly tanned legs and over the skimpy patch of pink fabric that barely covered her pussy. In fact he could see the folds of her sex outlined perfectly. When he glanced further up, he could see the cups of her top straining to contain the full mounds of her breasts. Now even the relative cool water of the pool couldn’t dampen his arousal and Mitchell was glad to be submerged so that she couldn’t see the hard-on now raging again in his swim trunks.

Mitchell watched as she strolled over to the steps and began to descend the steps slowly. He sighed at the sight of her descending lusciously into the water. Then he looked back to see that Emily and Lizzie were also up and making ready for a swim. While they slowly made their way into the water, Mitchell took the opportunity to get in a few more laps, carefully dodging the girls as they jumped in and romped in the water, trying to splash and dunk each other. He caught his breath and relaxed against the side of the pool taking in the scene. Sort of like watching a pillow fight in a cheesy T&A movie, he thought. But I like it-I really like it!

He liked it, but just a little too much. Refreshed from his swim, Mitchell dove back toward the steps and climbed out to grab his towel. As he stood drying off, he realized that the girls, Katie in particular, were checking him out. He didn’t pay them any mind until he realized that his baggy trunks were sticking to his hips and thighs and the long thick semi-hard cock dangling between his legs was perfectly revealed. Without trying to make a big deal, he slowly turned away from them and walked toward the patio door and went inside. He was sure that he could hear them giggling over that one.

Mitchell decided to remain inside while the girls played in the pool. After locating the book he was currently reading, he was about to go sit on the front porch when Lizzie carried in the empty pitcher. She had obviously toweled off her hair and had wrapped her towel around her waist. It rode quite low on her hips.

“Can you mix up another one of these?” she asked in a sweet and sexy voice, holding the pitcher up.

“Sure,” he answered. He thought Lizzie might rejoin her friends right away, but she lingered in the kitchen obviously waiting for him. The cooler air inside the house combined with her wet suit top to erect her nipples to sharp points beneath the orange-yellow fabric.

Mitchell bit his lower lips before taking the pitcher to the liquor cabinet and began assembling and pouring the ingredients. “Pay attention, now. Master Mixer at work!”

Lizzie giggled and watched closely. “Wow! You really know what you’re doing,” she said, sidling over beside him. Mitchell became very aware of her nearness with the warmth of her sexy little body radiating outward. “So you like having Emily around?”

“Oh, absolutely. She’s been great with the kids. They just love her to pieces. She’s taken such a big load off me. It was the best thing that I’ve done since … since Angela passed.”

“That was your wife?”

Mitchell nodded as he added the rum to the blender.

“She died, right?”

Mitchell nodded again.

“That’s sad. Must have been hard to find someone to take her place.”

“For almost a year I tried to do everything myself, but I just couldn’t keep up,” he admitted, adding the fresh pineapple chunks to the mix.

“So Emily just sort of stepped into her place?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Just that I’ve seen the way you look at her. Sure, you’ve been checking Katie and me out, and we are like really cool with that and all, but I’ve seen the way you look at Emily. She’s a hot young chick and you’re a single guy. Something’s bound to happen.”

“I really doubt that,” Mitchell chuckled. He pressed the button to start the blender and turned to face Lizzie fully. “Emily is sweet and sexy and way too young for me. Besides she already has a boyfriend.”

“You mean Brian? I guess so. They’ve been going out since like forever. But he’s been going away to college and hardly ever around. I think Emily gets a little bored waiting around for him.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Emily is like my best friend-my best, best friend. Just be careful if you decide to play around with her. I don’t want her to get hurt cause then I would have to come after you, and that would not be a pretty sight.”

“Then consider me forewarned,” Mitchell said with a grin.

He was impressed with the protective stance Lizzie took with him. The pina colada mix was finished blending and Mitchell poured it into the pitcher. When Lizzie went to pick up the tray and carry it back outside, Mitchell rested his hand on hers to hold her back for a moment.

“Look, Lizzie,” he said earnestly. “I really like Emily. She is a great girl. It’s been a terrific pleasure having her around helping with my kids. But that’s all there is to it. I’ll admit that she is a pretty sexy girl too and there are times when I look at her and get ideas-I am a guy after all. But there are so many reasons for me not to get involved with her that I don’t even give it a second thought.”

“Uh-huh. Sure,” Lizzie said with a sly little grin. “Tell me that one in a year and maybe I’ll believe ya.”

Mitchell lifted his hand and Lizzie padded over to the patio door, her tight little buns wiggling deliciously underneath her towel. Had he really been looking at Emily with more on his mind than being a benevolent employer? And if her friends had picked up on it, then she might too and he would have to exercise a little more self-control around her and her friends.

He decided to go upstairs to rinse off under the shower and heard the sound of the girls giggling about something. When he glanced out the window to see what was going on, he was presented with an instantly arousing view of Katie stripping off the top of her suit and reclining on the lounge on her back, her glorious large breasts fully revealed in the late afternoon sun. Was it a mix of the heat and the strong drink that was loosening their inhibitions? Lizzie joined her in pulling off her top and reclined on her lounge with her pert little breasts pointing upward delightfully. Emily was standing beside her lounge fiddling with her suit. It sounded like she wasn’t sure about going topless.

“But what if one of the kids sees me?” she asked.

“Oh, come on, Emmie!” Lizzie laughed. “Don’t be going prude on us all of a sudden! Remember that spring trip to Cancun?”

“That was different,” Emily replied. “That was a vacation and I just so happen to work here.”

“Chicken!” Katie called out, moving slightly to settle back onto the padding of her lounge, a move that sent a wonderful jiggle to her breasts.

“Ohhh,” Emily grumbled, and then pulled at the string behind her back and pulled her skimpy little top off and joined her friends.

The sight of the three beautiful young women sun tanning topless was almost too much for Mitchell, yet he couldn’t take his eyes away. They were all so different yet all so gorgeous lying there wearing just their dinky little bikini bottoms that hardly hid anything from view. Lizzie was short and skinny with small but pert tits and a golden honey-hued tan. Katie was taller and curvy with big beautiful boobs and a dark all-over tan. But it was Emily that his admiring gaze lingered over. She was tall and slender in an athletic way with a perfectly rounded pair of breasts and a rosy tan. There was a beauty to her proportions, from her long shapely legs to the flair of her hips, her trim waist to her full luscious breasts that made Mitchell hum with appreciation.

“Man, oh, man!” he mumbled to himself. “That is what my kind of heaven looks like!” Then he turned away, turned on the shower, and stepped out of his swim trunks. Mitchell chuckled when he looked at his naked body in the bathroom mirror. For his late forties he was in pretty decent shape. He had an interesting face, not pretty-boy handsome, but certainly not a troll. Tall and broad shouldered, trim through the hips, with a nicely muscular chest and abs that didn’t exactly ripple but came close. He was okay with his looks, but it was the long hard cock between his legs that made him chuckle. Checking out Emily and her sexy friends had definitely stiffened him up and he felt his erect manhood throb when the image of the topless lovelies came to mind again.

It reminded him that had been a long time since he had sex, real sex with a woman. For a long time, going back to when Angela was undergoing chemo and later in the hospital, he had pretty much lost his interest in all things sexual. Some things are just more important. But in the last few months that lack of interest had slowly begun to fade. Was it coincidence that it began about the time that he noticed how pretty and sexy Emily was. He had started noticing women more frequently and each day would see an attractive woman somewhere. There was the cute girl at the local Lackluster video store, the sweet little hostess at a nearby Mexican restaurant, and a couple of very sexy moms that he would see around Timothy’s school.

Mitchell had tried to open himself up to the idea of meeting someone and dating, but the opportunity just never seemed right. Besides, until Emily had arrived last fall, he was too damn busy to date anyone much less consider entering into a relationship. But stepping into the shower with a huge hard-on courtesy of Emily and friends, Mitchell began to think that maybe he needed to get out, he needed to find a woman, someone with whom he could exercise his apparently re-birthing sex drive.

Standing under the hot sharp stream of the shower, Mitchell tried to frame his outlook about the future direction of his love life while he soaped up his body. What was the name of that cute little school mom? She was so pretty and always seemed to smile brightly when he said hello. He made up his mind that he was going to see if he could get something going with her. Maybe see if she might be interested in going out. Nothing fancy. Just something. Anything to take his mind off Emily and her off-limits friends.

Then his hand brushed against the long thick hard-on dangling between his legs and reminded him of the sight of Emily and her pals. He closed his eyes and pictured them lying on their lounges, mostly naked to the heat of the sun’s rays. His hand stroked his shaft gently thinking of the perfect shape of Emily’s breasts, the cleft of her sweet sex, the firm curves of her ass. Fuck! What am I doing, he thought. Just how sad is this? Jerking off to the sight of someone that I can never have! Mitchell let go of his cock and turned the water on cold, hoping the resulting shudder would shake him free of these impossible thoughts.

After drying off, he dressed in a pair of shorts, grabbed his book, a glass of wine, a plate of cheese, and finally made it out to the front porch to read for a while. He had finished two chapters by early evening. Timothy was dropped off from his friend’s house and Kelly arrived home from her lifeguard job. When Mitchell went inside, he found Emily sitting with her friends in the breakfast nook. The sheer cover-ups that the girls had pulled on did little about concealing their nakedness, and Mitchell struggled but was fairly successful about maintaining eye contact with them. Since Katie and Lizzie were showing no sign of leaving, Mitchell invited them to stay for dinner and they gladly accepted.

“Nothing special,” Mitchell conceded. “I picked up some real nice Salmon filets at the grocery earlier.”

“Sounds yummy,” Lizzie said, licking her chops.

Mitchell fired up the grill and prepared the dinner with help from Emily, who put together a great salad. Kelly and Timothy gladly made up the rest of the dinner party who gathered around the big glass table outside on the deck. Although several years younger than the other girls, Kelly fit in pretty well holding her own with them and by the end of the dinner it seemed like they had all made friends. At one point, when the girls were all talking at the same time and giggling endlessly, Timothy leaned over to his father and said, “Do you understand a single thing that they are saying?”

Mitchell laughed, then shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

“I can’t either,” Timothy whispered with good-natured disgust. “Girls!”

“Yeah, go figure,” Mitchell laughed.

While he was carrying the dirty dishes into the house, Emily followed Mitchell closely with an armload of her own.

“So what do you think?” she asked.

“Think about what?” Mitchell asked, caught off guard by her question.

“About my friends, silly.”

“They’re great. Really cute. It’s nice to see you have such great friends.”

“You know, Mitch,” she said, setting the plates down beside the sink. She crossed her arms over her breasts and looked at Mitchell closely. “If you wanted to date Katie or Lizzie, I would be okay with it.”

“I don’t know, Emmie,” Mitchell said, more than a little surprised by her comment. “Don’t you think your friends are little too young for me.”

“They both said you were kind of cute,” Emily remarked.

“Oh, yeah? They said that?”

“Uh-huh. And from the way that Katie is checking you out, I thinks she really likes you.”

“I don’t know.”

“You know that if it isn’t you, it’s going to be someone else,” she remarked. “Why not you? You’re a good guy and would treat them the way a girl should be treated.”

“But that’s it. They’re girls. I’m thinking I need a woman.”

“Suit yourself, Mitch. But you may be missing out on a chance to make one of those girls into a woman.”

Mitchell laughed at Emily’s remark and she giggled too, but her expression told him that she wasn’t entirely joking with him.

After dinner, Kelly went off for the night with some friends and Timothy busied himself with his game system. Mitchell found himself sitting around the deck outside with Emily and her friends, feeling relaxed now that the rum had helped to dissipate his randy arousal from earlier in the day. They talked and listened to the music playing over the outside speakers.

The girls did most of the talking and Mitchell did most of the listening. He was fascinated with their patter, finding their observations about men and movies and music interesting and revealing. They were so much different from the girls he remembered at the same age. They were worldly and aware. They were Internet savvy, smart and confident, and completely comfortable with their sexuality. As they sat around the table, he noted the casual sprawl of their firm young bodies and how absolutely unashamed they were to be sitting with him wearing just a skimpy bathing suit bottom and a gauzy cover-up. He found it refreshing and innocent, and chalked up his mild state of stimulation to his own inherent lasciviousness.

Later on, when they all went for a swim under the stars, the girls did make a point of putting their tops back on, not that they concealed much once they were wet again. The girls gathered around the large inflatable tube and floated about the pool while Mitchell swam a few laps. When he swam over to join them, he began to get the subtle but distinct feeling that they were flirting with him, especially Katie. Not that he minded the attention of a lovely young woman, but each brush of her leg against his under the water, each bump of her hips or touch of her hand or passing glimpse of her sexy body felt like more than a mere accident.

When the evening turned into night and Mitchell had put Timothy to bed, they emptied the last pitcher of drinks. Mitchell noticed that Lizzie and Katie were both pretty blasted. Emily finally approached Mitchell who was cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Would you mind if Lizzie and Katie spend the night?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, why would I have no problem with that? You have enough room for them both don’t you?”

“My bed is kind of big. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of room.”

“Just no pillow fights,” Mitchell cracked. “Unless you invite me to watch.”

“You perv!” she exclaimed and punched him playfully on the arm. Then she went off to rejoin her friends.

When Mitchell was satisfied that the kitchen was in order, he checked on Timothy before wishing the girls a good night and then headed off to bed. Slipping between the cool silken sheets, he lay back and replayed the events of the day. Just remembering the mostly naked sun bathing beauties renewed his erection and he stroked himself gently thinking about what Emily had suggested. Would it hurt to ask one of them out? It might actually be kind of fun to go out with a much younger girl. His friends would certainly be thoroughly jealous and have a few things to say about it should he show up at a social function with a decidedly younger woman. But it was late and he was tired and had a heady rum buzz and Mitchell soon fell asleep.

It was in the middle of the night when Mitchell was awakened by the sound of someone moving down the hallway and into his room. Thinking it was Timothy, who every once in while had a bad dream, he drew back the top sheet and said, “Come on, there’s plenty of room for you, Timmy.” Then he rolled over and opened his eyes.

“Ooo, thanks for the invitation, but my name isn’t Timmy,” whispered Katie as she climbed onto the bed beside him. “But thanks for the invitation.”

“Wait a minute! You’re not Timothy!” Mitchell said, sitting up in surprise when Katie, wearing just a skimpy tank top and panties, sprawled on the sheet beside him.

“No, I’m not and aren’t you glad?” she said, moving closer and trying to snuggle up to him.

“What are you doing here?” Mitchell said, scooting over to try and keep from touching her.

“I couldn’t get to sleep. Lizzie and Emily are such bed hogs! I tried sleeping on the floor but couldn’t get comfortable. I got to thinking that you might have room for me in this big old bed.”

“Well … I … um … gees, I don’t know.”

Katie hadn’t been so talkative during the day, but in his sleepy dreamy state of mind, Mitchell didn’t really care as she rolled onto her side, propped her head up on a big fat pillow, and looked over at him.

“You’ve got a huge bed that’s mostly empty,” she said sweeping her arm across the sheets toward him. “There’s no law against having a young chick share your bed is there?”

“No, but-”

“So there,” she said softly. “It’s not like we’re going to fool around or anything … that is, unless you want to.”

Mitchell glanced at Katie lying on the bed beside him. In the soft moonlight that streamed in through the sheer drapes, he could see her big dark eyes sparkling as she looked at him. The little tank top and scanty panties she was wearing hardly concealed her round voluptuous young body. He could see the tips of her nipples protrude into the soft thin cotton fabric and the slit of her sex was visible through the tiny triangle of satin between her legs.

“I … I don’t think this is too cool, Katie. Why don’t you let me make a spot for you downstairs on the sofa sleeper?”

Katie rolled onto her back and stretched out.

“But I kind of like it here. I love these sheets,” she remarked as her hand glided over the cool silk-blend fabric.

“Hmm,” Mitchell hummed.

“Oh, come on! Don’t be such a prude, Mitch. Lay down, close your eyes and relax. Once you go back to sleep, you won’t even know that I’m here.”

Mitchell was skeptical. Even though the top sheet covered his nakedness, he felt exposed. He also felt foolish. Before falling asleep earlier that night he had thought about dating someone like Katie and now here she was in his bed and he was thinking of ways to kick her out. Am I a fool or what, he thought.

“All right. We can try this,” he offered. “But no funny business.”

“Not just a little?” Katie teased.

“Hmm,” Mitchell growled again.

He slunk back down and pulled the sheet up to his chin, remaining rock still for several moments. The thought that Katie was the first woman to climb onto this bed since Angela died entered his mind. Mitchell looked over when Katie rolled back onto her side facing him and gathered a couple of pillows under her head. She sighed deeply. Her nearly naked moonlit curves were a dreamy sight. Mitchell then reached over to cover her with the sheet, but she protested.

“That’s okay, hon. It’s too warm tonight for that.”

Mitchell still felt tired but wasn’t ready to fall back asleep just yet as his mind raced quickly with his pulse knowing that Emily’s sexy friend was laying beside him just inches away. He rolled over onto his side facing away from Katie and took a deep breath. Maybe this would work out all right after all. He felt the bed move as Katie shifted her position. Mitchell closed his eyes and tried to relax. Then he felt her hand on his back, a soft warm palm that traced down from his shoulder down toward his waist.

“Hey, I thought no monkey business,” he said trying to sound gruff, but knowing he had failed.

“Sorry,” she replied and quickly withdrew her hand. “Your back just looked so sexy in the moonlight that I had to touch you. You have such soft, sexy skin.”

Mitchell chuckled. “Backs aren’t sexy.”

“They can be. You have a very strong back, and strong backs are sexy.”

Then he felt her hand again, trailing gently over his shoulders and down again toward his waist slipping underneath the sheet. When she reached his bare butt, Katie giggled.

“You’re sleeping bare ass!” she squealed softly.

“Um, yeah. That’s one reason I wasn’t so keen on this arrangement.”

“I usually sleep in the nude too,” she said in a quiet husky voice. “Then you won’t mind if I …”

Mitchell didn’t reply when her voice trailed off. He just sort of grunted and resettled his body under the sheet. Then he felt the bed move again and heard the soft shimmering sound of fabric gliding over skin. He glanced over his shoulder to see Katie sitting up on the bed, pulling her tank top off over her head. He caught a glimpse of her large full breasts bouncing and settling as she straightened out her top and tossed it onto the nightstand. Then she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and picked up her hips to slip the scrap of silk down her long legs. When she held the pair of panties up, he could see that they were just a little g-string. Before settling back down on the bed, Katie looked over at him and smiled. Mitchell looked away from her.

“Don’t try to hide it, Mitch, you bad boy! I saw you sneaking a peek,” she said, lying back down, this time close enough to Mitchell that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his back. “It’s all right if you see me naked. I’m proud of my body and work hard to keep in shape.”

“It shows. You have a beautiful body.”

“Then why did you look away?”

“I wasn’t looking away because I didn’t like what I saw.”

“I wouldn’t have taken off my clothes if I was afraid of you seeing me naked.”

Mitchell just lay there breathing deeply. He could hear the sound of her breath as well as it washed over his back. When he turned over onto his back, his arm brushed against her breast. Katie still hadn’t pulled up the sheet. When she saw him looking at her, she rolled onto her back and stretched out provocatively.

Without thinking, the words just spilled out of Mitchell. “You have a beautiful body, Katie. Simply spectacular.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “Yours is pretty nice too.”

Mitchell shrugged.

Katie suddenly snaked her hand under the sheet and reached for his crotch.

“This is pretty nice too,” she said when her palm brushed over his erection.

Mitchell flinched noticeably at her touch.

“Come on, I thought we agreed no fooling around.”

“You’re the one who doesn’t want to fool around,” Katie remarked truthfully. “You don’t want me touching your dick? Won’t let me cop just an innocent little feel?”

“If we start fooling around like that, it will only lead to more.”

“Like what? I start stroking this long hard dick of yours … you start kissing my big tits … I start sucking your yummy cock … you start tonguing my wet little pussy … we start fucking?”

“Um, yeah. I think that’s kind of what I think would happen.”

“And that wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?” Katie asked, pulling the sheet down off Mitchell’s body exposing the tremendous hard-on that was standing nearly straight up from his body. “I can see that at least part of you doesn’t think that would be so bad.”

Katie sat up and leaned over his body, her long silky dark hair brushing over his chest and abdomen. When he felt her breath draw near to his throbbing member, Mitchell reached over to her head, threading his fingers through her soft thick locks.

“Wait. No,” he said.

Katie defied his grip on her and lowered her mouth down to kiss the head of his cock. He winced and groaned at the warm damp pleasure that her kiss brought to his under-used manhood. Mitchell felt her lips part and slowly descend over the head of his cock, enveloping him. Katie was sucking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling all around the head of his impatient cock. Mitchell exhaled sharply, trying to brush away the greedy pleasure that was washing hungrily through his body.

“No. Stop,” he said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her warm wet mouth off his cock. A string of saliva ran from her full lips to the head of his dick.

“What’s your problem, Mitch?” Katie asked after she wiped her mouth dry. “Don’t you want me to suck your dick?”

“Oh, god, no. I do, but it … it … it just doesn’t feel right.”

“What? You didn’t like the way I was sucking your dick?” Katie sounded a little indignant, yet her hand continued to stroke his slick cock gently but firmly.

“No, that’s not it. You’re really good at that. Really good. Believe me! It’s just that I have to feel some sort of connection with a woman before I have sex.”

“Oh, so you’re the kind of guy who has to ‘fall in love’ before you have sex?”

“Not exactly, but close I guess,” Mitchell said. “Look, you’re a gorgeous girl. You’ve got everything going for you, but I just don’t know you, who you are, where you came from, where you’re going, what you want out of life. So many other things too.”

“So if I tell you my life story, then we can have sex?” she asked. Mitchell wasn’t sure if she was kidding around with him or completely serious.

“No …no,” he said trying to dismiss his objections.

Mitchell slowly let go of her hair. She looked at him with her big dark eyes, her gorgeous lush ripe body brushing against him. Her full lips curled into a smile, then she laughed softly with amusement.

“You know, I’ve never had a guy turn down a blow job, ever!” she remarked, her hand still curled around his cock. She moved toward him, dragging her big firm breasts over his chest, bringing her face close to his. She looked into his eyes for a several moments. “I’ll bet I know what it is,” she said softly, letting go of his cock and gliding her hand up over his body till it reached his face. “It’s Emily, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” was all Mitchell could respond.

“It’s Emily. You really want Emily.”

“I don’t think so. Why would you say that?”

“Oh, come on, Mitch, admit it. She’s the one you want. I may not be the smartest girl around, but I know men inside and out. No guy in his right mind is gonna turn me down unless there’s someone else. It must be Emily. I can tell.”

“No, It’s not. It’s not her.”

Katie didn’t respond, She simply laid her head down on his chest and snuggled her lush curves up against his body. When Mitchell tried to say another word of protest, she reached up and laid her hand over his mouth, muffling his words until they trailed off.

They didn’t exchange another word until morning. They simply lie close together and slowly fell asleep. When the first light of morning dawned and spread across Mitchell’s bed, he awoke to find himself spooning with Katie, his dreamy hard-on nestled up between her legs, resting near the warm damp split of her cleanly shaven sex. He looped his arm up around her into the generous valley between her breasts and gave her a little hug. She purred softly and he fell back asleep.

When he awoke again, it was nearly ten o’clock and Katie was gone from his bed. As he sat up on the sheets, Mitchell began to think that it was all just a dream. But then he saw her tiny black g-string on his nightstand. He picked it up and fondled it, bringing it to his nose for a little sniff. I am some sort of fool, aren’t I, he thought. He shook his head, smiled and got up to wash up, dress and go down to breakfast. Katie didn’t say a word to the others about what had happened during the night. When it came time to leave, she gave him a warm hug.

“You’re a real gentleman, Mitch,” she said softly out of earshot of her friends. “There aren’t many like you around.”

“I’ll bet there’s one out there just for you,” he whispered into her ear.

“Take care, Mitch, and thanks for everything,” she said. “I hope you get what you’re looking for.”

He noticed that she didn’t say, “find,” she said, “get.” After Emily finished walking Katie and Lizzie out to their car, she came up to Mitchell standing in the kitchen, filling up the dishwasher with the dirty breakfast dishes.

“So what was that about?” she asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“The big hug and kiss from Katie.”

“It might have been a hug, but there was no kiss.”

“You sure there isn’t something brewing between you two?” Emily asked impishly.

“I can assure you that nothing is happening between Katie and me. Nothing.”

“Okay,” Emily said. “But I’d be okay if there was.” She gave him an interesting but puzzling look as she left the room.

Mitchell thought long and hard about the last twenty-four hours. He shook his head thinking that, despite what Katie and the rest might think, there was no way he was developing feelings for Emily, other than pure and simple appreciation for what she was doing, looking after his kids for him. He really did like her a lot, but that was all. She was way too young for him and if he was going to date anyone, it would most likely be that cute little mom he often saw around Timothy’s school.

* * *

It just so happened that a few days later, Mitchell stopped off at the local market to pick up a few groceries, a trip that usually ended up with him pushing a completely filled cart through the checkout.

“Hello, there,” said Layla, the checkout girl, or so her nametag read. Must have been conceived while some Clapton was playing, Mitchell thought with amusement. “Did you find everything all right?” she asked attentively.

“Sure did, more than what was on my list,” Mitchell answered.

“Great! Our kind of customer,” the girl replied.

Mitchell had seen her around before, a slender goth-styled girl with jet-black hair and big dark eyes. He remembered her because of her gaudy silver jewelry emblazoned with snakes and skulls and weird twisted vines. As usual, he made small talk with her while he imagined what sort of tattoos or piercings might lie underneath her tight black t-shirt and tight black jeans.

As he began to bag his groceries and set them in his cart, his eye caught sight of the person following him in line. She had just come up behind him, apparently in a rush. It was the cute little mom that he remembered seeing in the mornings many times around Timothy’s school. Her face was flushed and she seemed out of breath. She brushed her strawberry blonde hair from her face and began to unpack her groceries from the hand-held basket, an appetizing assortment: bottle of red wine, some tortellini, some fancy tomato sauce, a couple loaves of French bread.

“Say, can I eat at your place tonight?” he asked impulsively, the thought coming to his mind and jumping out unexpectedly past his lips.

She stopped suddenly and looked at him.

“Do I know you?” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“Our kids go to Thornton Creek,” Mitchell remarked. “You probably don’t recognize me without a skinny little ten-year-old boy in tow.”

It took a long moment for the recognition to show in her face. Just long enough for Mitchell to feel his face grow warm and flush with embarrassment. She probably has no idea who the hell I am, he thought. Then a weak little smile appeared on her face.

“Skinny kid, blond hair, brown eyes?” she asked.

Mitchell was surprised that she remembered and nodded.

“Never saw him before,” she added with a blank look.

Mitchell flopped back into embarrassment mode.

“Just kidding,” she chipped in quickly. “I remember you from the Winter Carnival at the school. You were helping with the hot cocoa booth.”

“Guilty.”

The checkout girl had finished running his groceries through the register and he flashed his credit card.

“So what army are you cooking for?” the school mom asked as Mitchell set the last bag atop his full cart.

“Just my kids, can’t keep ‘em fed it seems,” he confessed.

Mitchell took inventory of the woman behind him in line. Maybe five-five, strawberry blonde hair that fell below her shoulders, blue eyes, pretty smile, nice firm little breasts, narrow waist, nice flaring hips, and a tight pair of buns from what he could tell through her khaki slacks. Most importantly her left hand was bare with no rings of any kind. He certainly felt an attraction.

“I know the feeling. I just have the one and it’s hard to keep up,” she commented.

“You two celebrating tonight or what?” he asked as he signed the receipt for Layla, the checkout girl.

“Oh, this? I’m eating alone tonight. My son is with his father tonight. Soccer night.”

“Ah, okay.”

There was a moment’s pause.

“And you?”

“Me?” Mitchell said. “Oh, dinner? I think I’m eating at home with my kids. Em-er, my nanny probably has something ready.”

“Oh,” said the cute little mom, looking a little disappointed. “Must be nice.” She sighed and glanced over at Layla, the checkout girl, who had obviously finished with Mitchell and was launching into her “did you find everything okay” spiel.

Mitchell began to push his cart away. His pulse was racing faster than his mind could think. He remembered Stuart’s advice given a long time ago. When you see something you like and you turn your back, you’ll never see it again. Mitchell glanced back at the cute mom and heard the sound of her voice chatting with Layla. He took another step toward the door and then stopped and turned around.

“Excuse me, but … um, if you don’t want to eat alone …” he began. The mom looked over at him with surprise. “I was going to suggest that if you’re … you’re going to eat alone and don’t want to, you know, eat alone, maybe we could … um, you know … get together.”

The mom’s head tilted slightly to the side as her dark blue eyes swept up and down his body performing a quick appraisal. First impressions are always important. Since his pick-up line wasn’t exactly smooth, Mitchell hoped that at least his boyish charm and his smile would turn the trick.

“You like Italian?” she asked as Layla ran the tortellini and red sauce through the scanner.

“I’ve been known to put away my share,” Mitchell answered.

“I don’t know,” the mom said, then turned toward Layla. “What do you think?”

“He’s kind of cute and shy and charming,” said Layla the checkout clerk. “I’d cook for him.”

“Think so?” the mom asked. Mitchell might have been waffling in the breeze but it appeared that the little mom was struggling to keep a straight face.

“Well, he doesn’t look like an ax murderer or anything,” Layla replied with a wink in his direction. “If you’re not interested I’ll go for it.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” the mom said and then smiled broadly. “Sure. Why not?”

Mitchell was relieved. He waited patiently for her to finish with her modest bag of groceries then walked with her out to her car.

“I guess we haven’t met yet,” he said. “I’m Mitchell Gallagher.”

“Hi. I’m Brandy Goodman,” she replied with a lovely smile.

“Brandy?” Mitchell grinned. “That’s a terrific name but I didn’t know that parents actually named their daughters Brandy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” Mitchell said, “but it sort of sounds like the name of the sexy fantasy girl in a cheesy fifties crime novel.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted,” Brandy replied.

“Um, I’d go for flattered,” Mitchell said trying to make up. “It’s a beautiful name, just like the girl it belongs to.”

“Oh, you silver-tongued devil,” Brandy said, stopping by a white Grand Prix. “So you want to stop by around seven?”

“Sure. That’ll give me enough time to put all this away and get ready.”

“Terrific.”

“See you then.”

Mitchell started to wheel his cart away when Brandy called out after him.

“Grace Street,” she prompted. “875 Grace Street.”

Mitchell stopped and turned back.

“Right, your address,” he said.

“If you don’t show up, I’ll have to eat all this pasta and drink the whole bottle of wine by myself.”

“I wouldn’t want to have that on my conscience,” Mitchell replied. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“Nice to meet you, Mitchell.”

“Same here, Brandy.”

Mitchell began to load his groceries into his SUV and watched as Brandy peeled away in her white sedan, flashing him a great smile and a wave. Suddenly he felt a twinge of excitement inside. Finally, he thought. All right!

When he made it home, Emily and the kids were almost as excited as he was.

“All right, Dad!” Kelly said. “Way to go!”

“So who is the lucky girl?” Emily asked with a happy grin.

“Ran into her at the grocery store. I’ve seen her around Timmy’s school. Name’s Brandy. Has a little boy.”

“Brandy Goodman?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“I know her. Little Jonathan in the first grade.”

“Don’t know.”

“She’s a little sweetheart. Divorced. Lives with her parents near the school. A Pisces too I believe.”

“And just how do you know all this?”

“I see her in the morning when she drops Jonathan off. We sort of chat in passing.”

“Anything I should know about before I go over there?”

“You know it’s against the Chick Code to reveal confidential information. Any more than what I told you is up to you to find out.”

Damn!” Mitchell groused playfully. “I was sort of hoping for a insightful cheat code.”

He heard Emily and the kids laugh as he went upstairs to wash up and change. He was glad that Emily was so upbeat and encouraging about his little date. Actually it wasn’t a little date, it was his first since Angela passed. He didn’t want to think any more about that so he busied himself getting ready. When he strode down the stairs in a clean shirt and pressed slacks, Emily gave out a little whistle.

“Say, handsome. Looking for a date?” Emily asked flirtatiously.

“Sorry, baby. I’m already taken tonight,” Mitchell replied.

“Damn! And I was hoping to get lucky tonight.”

Mitchell tried to relax as he drove over to Brandy’s house. Relax and be yourself, he thought. This wasn’t all that big a thing, was it? Well, maybe it was. He hadn’t been on a real date since … since dating Angela, and now he was going over to the house of a woman that he didn’t really know all that well. Mitchell knew what she looked like, and he really liked that. He knew where she lived and only the most basic things about her. But who was she? What made her tick? What made her happy … or sad? What made her cum? Oh, wait! I am way too far of myself on that, he thought. Fortunately, they didn’t live all that far apart so that he wouldn’t end up thinking too much and he quickly found himself pulling up in front of 875 Grace Street.

It was a balmy summer night, the sun was no where near setting, and Mitchell inhaled the pungent fertile aroma of roses in full bloom as he strolled confidently up to the front door. The door was open when he knocked and it took a few moments for Brandy to appear. She seemed flushed, almost hurried, dressed in a modest pink top and snug blue jeans.

“Hi,” Mitchell said in greeting. “Am I early?”

“Nope, it’s seven-oh-one,” Brandy replied, her high, rounded cheekbones flush and rosy. “Um, come on in,” she offered, opening the door.

Mitchell stepped inside. It was an older home and it felt like it had been lived in a long time. The furnishings were antique and well-kept, and the aroma from the kitchen wetted his appetite.

“This is nice,” Mitchell said. He noted a wonderful secretary standing proudly against a wall. “That is really nice.”

“Thanks, this is my parents’ house,” Brandy said. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Wine would be okay.”

“Can you do the honors? I’m not good at opening wine bottles.”

Mitchell followed her toward the kitchen, picking up on the dining table set for two, complete with candelabra blazing. He quickly essayed the wine and poured a pair of short glasses while Brandy tended the stove.

“Almost ready,” she said nervously, accepting her wine glass.

“Cheers!” Mitchell toasted. “To new friends.”

“New friends. Yes,” Brandy remarked before taking a sip of the Cabernet.

“My compliments to the wine steward,” Mitchell said, savoring his own first sip. “She obviously has great taste.”

The blush on Brandy’s cheeks was lovely and endearing. Mitchell wondered if he was over-the-top on that last comment. She moved back to the stove and snapped off the burners. She glanced around apprehensively. They regarded each other awkwardly. Mitchell sensed that there was something that needed to be said.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” he blurted out.

“Actually, I should thank you for inviting yourself over,” Brandy said with a grin. “I’ve seen you around the school from time to time. You always seem to be in such a rush. I guess I never thought that you would … you know, be interested.”

“I’m always interested in interesting people,” Mitchell replied.

He helped her bring the dinner to the table and chuckled when she brought out a cheese grinder for the pasta. The dining room was small and intimate. There were a few initial awkward moments before they finally managed to break open the logjam and the conversation suddenly began to flow freely.

They talked about their individual situations, divorce and death, the school system, and their jobs. The most animated conversation was about their children. When they got around to talking about dating, Mitchell was surprised.

“Oh, I’ve been out on a lot of dates,” Brandy stated with a deep sigh. “I’ve met a lot of guys. They seem to find me all over. I can’t hardly go to the restroom without some guy hitting on me.”

“So that’s why you were sort of hesitant?”

“Hesitant isn’t even the word. I loathe dating now. It used to be so much fun when I was younger. Every guy was such a different adventure. But now … since my divorce it’s become such a chore. He’s going to say all the right things, make all the requisite gestures, open doors, compliment my mother, and when it comes right down to it, all he wants is to get inside my pants.”

Mitchell sat back on his chair, hearing the ensuing squeak.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that, right?” Mitchell cracked.

Brandy busted out laughing.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with that, Mitchell. I love sex-at least I used to. I think about it often, I remember the best times and wonder when they’re going to happen again. I’d just hate to think that the best times are over.”

“Well, you’ve just met me,” Mitchell cracked with a smile.

They had finished their dinners. The pasta and salad and bread were great. The last pour of the wine was split between their glasses. Mitchell helped her clear the table and stood beside her while she loaded up the dishwasher.

“Oh, my god!” she exclaimed softly. “I forgot all about dessert! I don’t think there’s anything in the house!”

Mitchell held up his hands and shrugged.

“Not to worry. We’re not that far from Rebecca’s ice cream parlor. Why don’t we walk down to the ice cream shop for dessert and give our meals a chance to settle.”

Brandy smiled. “That’s a great idea!”

So they walked, hands in their pockets at first, then halfway downtown Mitchell took her hand and clasped it gently. Brandy grinned effusively. They ordered double ice cream cones and sat at a table outside. They talked and relaxed and watched as the sun set over the modest small town skyline.

“So have you dated much since your wife died?” Brandy asked, her pink tongue licked wantonly at the huge pile of ice cream packed into her cone.

“Actually, don’t laugh. This is my first date.”

“Get out!”

“For sure. First date. Here. With you.”

“Wow! I’m flattered.”

“I haven’t really thought about it much till now, but lately I’ve been thinking that I need to get out. It’s been well over a year.”

Brandy leaned back in her chair, her delightfully active pink tongue licking at her ice cream. She savored a full lick from the cone and then leveled her eyes at Mitchell.

“So why me?”

“Please don’t be offended, but because you were there.”

“So if some sweet old lady followed you at the market she would have been the lucky lady?”

“Hardly. Not that I have anything against sweet old ladies, but I’ve seen you about and thought about you a few times, wondering just what was your deal. I sort of told myself that the next time I saw you, if I ever saw you, that I was going to ask you out or something. I didn’t know what. Just something.”

A group of motorcyclists roared past up Center Street and both pairs of eyes followed them. When their eyes met up again, Mitchell savored the dark luminous blue of hers.

“I’m glad that you did something,” Brandy remarked. “This has been fun. Real nice fun.”

It had been great fun for Mitchell. He was out with an interesting woman, they were getting along famously, and from the look in her eyes and the sweet lilt of her voice the attraction was mutual. After finishing their ice cream, they took the long way back to her place. Passing one of the neighbor’s houses with a rose arbor over the front gate, Mitchell pinched a pair of aromatic roses off the vine, sniffed them and then stuffed them into her hair. Brandy giggled like a schoolgirl and Mitchell took her hand again. They both took a step back toward her parents’ house, then stopped and turned to face each other.

“I hope you’re for real,” Brandy said.

“I’m here aren’t I?”

In the gathering darkness, she leaned up toward him and they kissed, very tentatively at first, almost like junior high schoolers. Mitchell could feel the tension brewing between them. It felt like there were a ton of passions built up in both of them that seemed about to explode. With a pale nearly full moon above, they held hands and looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Brandy rocked up onto her tiptoes and they kissed again. Mitchell eased his arms around her back, pulling her gently against him. Brandy’s arms raised up over his shoulders and she pulled her mouth toward his. Her lips were soft and moist and tender and she let loose the lightest little whimper as their mouths pressed and ground against one another’s.

“Think we should get a room?” Mitchell said in a gentle breathless voice when they finally parted.

“You’re funny,” Brandy remarked, looking up at him, her eyes large in the moonlight.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s not a joke or something, Mitchell. You just say things that make me laugh. No one has done that in a long, long time.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They shared a brief brushing little kiss and then walked back up Grace Street to her parents’ house. Once inside, Brandy raided her parents’ liquor cabinet for some old cognac.

“You like?” she asked holding the bottle up.

Mitchell nodded. They carried their snifters into the parlor.

“So when are your parents due home?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? They’re gone for the week. On vacation.”

“Nice of them to do that.”

They sipped their cognac, they looked longingly at each other, and their conversation suddenly became scarce. Mitchell sensed that they had reached that pivotal moment in a date when the door can swing one way or the other, leaving you either inside the welcoming warmth of the parlor or outside on the porch with the cool breeze and the fireflies. There was a subtle look of invitation in Brandy’s eyes, one that told him it was okay to come inside.

As they sipped their cognac, Mitchell reached over to touch her hand and hold it. For a moment she glanced at him suspiciously, but when all he did was hold her hand, she smiled and curled her fingers around his palm. Her smile grew fainter but her gaze increased in intensity. There wasn’t a shred of awkwardness to this lingering moment. When their snifters dwindled down to a last sip or two, they set their glasses aside and eased into each other’s arms. They kissed softly and gently. They caressed each other’s body lightly. They discovered the best way to communicate was by a combination of kisses, caresses, and meaningless words.

“You feel really, really good,” Brandy sighed, her hands resting lightly on his body, her fingertips trailing teasingly over the contours of his chest.

“And you feel a little bit like heaven,” Mitchell replied, letting his hands run gently up and down along her back.

They fell back onto the living room sofa, she on top, and their kisses and caresses became more urgent and desperate. When Mitchell’s hands sifted up underneath her pink cotton top, Brandy moaned deeply; when his hands glided over her bra, Brandy sighed, her body shivering like a delicate arrow in an empty quiver. As his hands circled the soft sensitive flesh of her breasts, Mitchell kissed her longingly. There was no reason for them not to be together. They were adults. They had needs and desires that only the other could fulfill.

Brandy straddled his hips and didn’t object when Mitchell drew up the tail of her pastel pink top and pulled it off over her head, tossing it onto the coffee table beside their drinks. She raised her arms up and fluffed her lush full strawberry blonde hair. Mitchell ran his hands up over her body, feeling her smooth tender skin. His hands glided around the edge of her non-descript but functional white bra, his fingertips teasing the supple curves of her breasts. When he reached behind her and worked the clasp, it fell away from her lithe and trim body. Brandy blushed and crossed her arms over her chest protectively.

“Come on, let me see,” Mitchell said softly, taking her arms and pulling them away even as Brandy tried to keep herself covered.

“They’re really small,” she said in a weak little voice.

Mitchell held her arms to her side and uttered a deep sigh. Her breasts were small but gently rounded and topped with exquisite rosy nipples, the tips fully extended past the puckered aureoles.

“They are beautiful, Brandy,” Mitchell said, letting his hands plunder her fine beauty, cupping her firm but pliant breasts, circling her nipples tenderly with his fingertips until they were fully taut and erect and Brandy was moaning continually. “Some men like ‘em big but I’ve always found that women with smaller breasts are much more sensitive.”

Brandy looked down at him, watching as he caressed her small sensitive breasts. Her eyes began to close and she leaned forward. Mitchell lifted his head up and kissed her tender responsive flesh, drawing each taut nipple into his mouth and suckling it gently. He could see the blush of arousal spread to her neck and chest as she submitted to his kisses.

Mitchell could feel the mound of her sex pressing against his crotch, rubbing over the thickness of his aroused manhood. They didn’t need any mood music. They didn’t need another drop of drink. They only needed to heed the call of their basic natures to fulfill what they truly needed, whether they were willing to admit it or not.

Brandy rose up and reached over to switch off the table lamp.

“No,” Mitchell blurted out. “I want to see you naked. You’re so beautiful.”

He switched the light back on.

“You think so?” she said, running her hands down over her body as she spoke. “My boobs are small, I’ve got this pot belly, my ass is too big, and I’ve got skinny chicken legs.”

Brandy looked down at him and smiled bashfully and Mitchell couldn’t understand why. Sure, her breasts were small but they were perfectly shaped. Her waist narrowed wonderfully and the flair of her hips was arousingly seductive.

“But you’re a beautiful, sexy woman, Brandy,” Mitchell remarked in a gentle voice. “Your breasts are gorgeous. Look how they fit my hands like they were made for them.”

“Mmm, that does feel nice,” she hummed as he continued to caress her soft sensitive flesh.

“And that is not a pot belly,” he said, gliding a hand down over the supple curves of her tummy. “You’ve had a child and yet you’re still in terrific shape, Brandy.”

She got up and turned around, bending over a bit to present her ass to him.

“See what I mean? A big ass,” she said with a sigh and a sharp smack to her left cheek.

Mitchell sat up and ran his hands over the firm rounded buns beneath her slacks. His fingers worked their way around to the front and he released the snap and tugged at the zipper.

“What are you doing?” she asked, holding onto the waistband when he tried to tug them down.

“I just want a better look at this beautiful ass of yours,” he replied, lowering her khakis so that her white full coverage cotton panties came into view. “My god, Brandy! You have a terrific ass!”

Her slacks fell to her ankles and Mitchell caressed the firm curves of her butt. Her ass was full and well-rounded but firm and held a perfect heart shape. The mound of her sex was clearly visible between her thighs.

“I think it’s too big,” she said sounding almost apologetic.

“It’s gorgeous,” he replied, reaching for the waistband of her panties. “You are a beautiful woman, Brandy. You look even better out of your clothes.”

She looked over her shoulder at him apprehensively as he pulled her panties down. When he reached her ankles she lifted one leg and then the other so that he could slip off her clothes. She stood with her back to him completely naked and crossed her arms over the front of her body. Mitchell stood up behind her and reached around. He touched and caressed every part of her that his hands could reach while he kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and her ear and whispered to her.

“I don’t know who convinced you that you aren’t attractive, Brandy, but you are so pretty and sexy.”

With one hand cupping her pert little breast, Mitchell let his other hand drift down over her belly to gently cup her pussy. He felt the warmth and dampness of her sex through the trimmed covering of her downy fur. Brandy rested her hands on top of his as if she was going to try and stop him from touching her, but she didn’t. She leaned back against him and let him touch her, moaning softly.

“You really think so?” she asked in a tiny voice. “You really think I’m sexy?”

Brandy turned around to face him but Mitchell’s hands never left her body. They came to rest on the cheeks of her ass.

“You are very sexy, Brandy,” he said looking deeply into her eyes. “You are a beautiful and desirable woman.”

She rocked up on her tiptoes and kissed him with a stronger passion than before. Her fingers fumbled with the top button of his shirt. Mitchell released her and took a step back. He watched her watching him as he stripped down. Her eyes followed his hands as they unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, as they opened up his belt and unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor, as they tugged down his boxers and eased them off. She drank in the sight of his body as he stood before her as naked as she.

“You’re a sexy and beautiful man, Mitchell,” she said echoing his compliments to her as he tossed his clothes onto a chair and stepped back toward her.

“I want to make love to you, Brandy,” he said as his arms encircled her waist and pulled her naked body against his. “Do you want that? Do you want me to make love to you?”

Brandy nodded submissively and wound her arms around his shoulders. Mitchell reached down and scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the hallway.

“I have no idea where I’m going,” he chuckled.

“Last door on the right,” she said.

They tumbled into her room and Mitchell laid her out on the bed. He switched on the frilly pink lamp on the nightstand and then joined her on the bed. He didn’t notice the pink ruffly bedcovers or the multitude of stuffed animals or the shelves filled with toy dolls. All Mitchell could see was the warm, soft, sexy woman waiting for him.

Mitchell kissed every part of her from her toes up to her forehead. He caressed and massaged every one of her lovely curves. He licked and nibbled and suckled her breasts. When he knelt between her legs and leaned forward to kiss the sweet mound of her sex, Mitchell gazed up at Brandy and smiled. He wanted this so much. He needed this so badly. He had to have her. He felt a deep well of passion buried inside him that was swirling and boiling and just waiting to be tapped.

As he lapped at her finely trimmed sex, Mitchell set aside his visions of Emily and her friends. Those girls were but wishful dreams while this woman was real and very much right in front of him. He drove his tongue up and down the crease of her sex, tasting the tart tangy dampness that awaited him. And when he circled her clit and suckled it gently, Brandy arched her back and sighed deeply.

Mitchell worked his tongue and his lips and his fingers on her feverishly, bringing her up gradually to each new plateau of arousal, higher and higher, until she was moaning loudly and her body was writhing uncontrollably. He felt Brandy lift her hips up against him and press her sweet wet pussy against his mouth. He was relentless. Finally her body tensed up and she ground her pussy against his face.

The dampness of her release washed over his face as the heated tension flowed from Brandy’s body. Her thighs tightened around his head for a moment but gradually relaxed until they splayed apart and Mitchell was able to lift his head from her. Brandy’s face and neck and chest were rosy and glistening with perspiration. Mitchell loved this moment. He loved bringing pleasure to someone who seemed to be missing out. His own pleasure seemed secondary to seeing hers displayed so completely for him. Yet, he was totally aroused. His thick hard cock throbbed intensely between his legs.

For a moment Brandy lay back as the final ripples of orgasm claimed her body. Then she reached for Mitchell, pulling him up. When he moved between her legs and felt the head of his erect manhood bump up against her wet and parted sex, she gazed up at him with a heavy-lidded look of desire. They didn’t say a word as they began to make love.

Brandy welcomed him inside her with a soft moan of passion. She punctuated his every thrust with a sigh of pleasure. Even though it had been a long time for both of them, Mitchell took his time and savored the pleasure of the moment with long slow deep strokes of lovemaking.

When he maneuvered her onto her hands and knees to take her from behind, she glanced at him warily; but when he penetrated her deeply and began to work his thick cock in and out, her sighs grew loud and came from deep inside her. When he rolled over onto his back and invited her to ride on top, she seemed confused at first, but once they were coupled and she became accustomed to the position, Brandy began to ride him and rocked her body up and down with seeming abandon.

Mitchell plied her body with kisses and caresses. When Brandy leaned forward and frantically rocked her hips on top of him, he cupped her breasts and pulled and pinched her nipples while nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck to kiss her and nibble at her ear. She collapsed against him, her heated breath coming quick and shallow.

Brandy lay unmoving on top of him, panting as her body quivered and rocked. When she finally recaptured her breath, she lifted her head up and looked at him with a grin of amazement.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Like it? Wow!” she said in a hoarse thick voice. “That was scary.”

“Really? Like bad scary or good scary?”

“Like I don’t know scary. I’ve never done that.”

“What? Cum like that?”

“No. I’ve never cum with a guy inside me. That is what I did wasn’t it? I did cum, didn’t I?”

“Well, if you weren’t acting, yeah, I’d say you came like a banshee.”

Brandy rested her head back down on his chest. As she snuggled close to him, the presence of his still erect cock made itself known to her. She wiggled her hips around feeling him move inside her.

“Did you, like, cum too?” she asked.

Mitchell shook his head.

“That’s a new one for me. The guy always cums first with me,” she said with a sigh.

Mitchell began to rock his hips gently, working his hard member slowly in and out of her.

“Are you going to, um, do it some more?” she asked.

Mitchell nodded and suddenly rolled them over onto her back. Brandy giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He clutched at her shoulders and began to thrust himself deep inside her wet pussy with long deep strokes. She began to move, more than she had before, lifting her hips up to meet his every thrust, and grinding her pussy against him.

It didn’t take long now for Mitchell to grow beyond rational thought. His every movement was now only for the supreme release that his body craved. Mitchell grunted and groaned as he hammered her sweet little body. Brandy clutched at him and drew him deep inside her at the moment that he exploded inside her. He grunted and growled as his body fed hers with his salty seed. They ground together in a moment of extreme pleasure, the kind that left them equally breathless and speechless. It was only after their breath and equilibrium returned that either was able to speak. Ripples of his pleasurable release still carried through his body as he lay atop her.

“Mmm, I could feel it inside me,” Brandy said as she kissed his neck tenderly. “So hot. Like fireworks.”

“I think for a minute there I did see some rockets shooting off,” he replied.

“That was terrific, Mitch,” she remarked. “I can’t remember screwing like that ever.”

“I can’t remember not screwing like that ever,” Mitchell answered.

Brandy giggled, “I guess I’m not too experienced.”

“I don’t think that experience has much to do with it. It’s more a case of aptitude. Like, do you want to do it?”

“Whatever,” she said snuggling close to him and humming softly. “That felt great!”

They lay together for a long while longer until his flaccid cock finally slipped out of her and his cum began to drizzle out. Brandy got up from the bed and hurried off to the bathroom. Mitchell lay spent and wondering. He had cum, she had cum, the expected finish to the act. But there was something growing in the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite capture.

When she returned, Brandy fished out a long over-sized t-shirt and pulled it on. When she climbed onto the bed, Mitchell snaked his hands up her backside and tried to pull it off her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to tug it back down to cover her ass.

“I want to keep you naked until I have to leave,” he said.

“But … but I don’t like being naked, Mitch,” she stated.

Mitchell felt that dark something twitch again inside him. It was too late in the evening to figure out the “what” and “why” of his feeling.

They drifted off to sleep for a while and when Mitchell awoke, he extracted himself from Brandy’s sleepy embrace. He went to the living room to find his clothes and get dressed. Before leaving, he looked in on Brandy and pulled the covers up over her. She was a truly lovely woman and he certainly felt something of an attraction to her. But something was lacking. Maybe another date would help them discover what was missing. He left her a little thank you note along with his phone number and an invitation to call him on the coffee table beside her discarded clothes and let himself out.

The next day he looked up her phone number and called her but only got an answering machine. Two days later he called back and again had to leave a message. Then the thought struck him that if he had felt some sort of uncertainty then perhaps she had also. On Saturday morning she finally returned his call while he was out cleaning the pool.

“Hi, Mitchell. This is Brandy,” she said when he finally picked up the phone.

“Hi,” Mitchell replied, out of breath from running in from the yard. “I’ve been wondering if I was ever going to hear back from you.”

“I know. I almost didn’t call back.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know exactly,” she said with a gentle sigh. “I guess it’s that I sort of figured out that it was scary bad.”

“Huh? I don’t get it.”

“Remember, I told you after we had sex that I felt scared but wasn’t sure if it was scary good or scary bad?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, I think that it was scary bad. I’m not used to being with a guy like you. You took me someplace that I’m not comfortable being. You made things erupt inside me that kind of frighten me. You’re a pretty intense lover and I’m just not used to that kind of thing. I know that doesn’t make much sense but I hope you understand.”

“I’m not sure what you’re saying, but I am an understanding guy.”

“You’re a really wonderful guy, Mitch. I hope you find the right girl.”

“You’re a pretty great girl yourself. I wish you all the best.”

And so it went. Had he come on too strong? Had the pent-up passion that had built up inside him since before Angela passed been too much for Brandy to handle? Or had it all been about their pent-up passion and not about what sort of relationship could grow between them? Whatever the answers, Mitchell knew it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t hers either. No fault, no harm, no worries. He shrugged and went out to finish cleaning the pool.

Emily approached him as he worked the brush along the pool bottom aggressively.

“Why so sad?” she asked.

He looked over at her, a little tank top pulled on over her skimpy purple swimsuit.

“I think I just got dumped,” he remarked.

“Dumped after one date? That’s pretty sad, Mitch,” she said, moving over beside him and reaching her hand out to rub his back.

Mitchell stood up and paused for a moment, letting her hand circulate up and down his back.

“Hey, I don’t think she was ready for me, you know, just not the right one.”

“I envy the right girl when she comes along,” Emily said. After a final flourish she let her hand fall away and padded over to a lounge chair. Whipping off her tank top she lay back and stretched out on the lounge in the warm summer sun. Mitchell spent the better part of the next couple of hours cleaning the pool, keeping an eye on Emily’s sun tanning session, and wondering just who the right girl would be.

“To be continued …”