I had a great time with Josie and her daughter that evening. We did family kind of things, they met my little dog, played with her and got to know her, I made a salad, we ordered pizza, and we watched some kids/family movies together - but no Disney princesses. When her daughter got tired, I put her in my guest bedroom for the night, and later on, Josie joined her.
As an aside, I'm purposefully not using the daughter's name in this erotic story, because while she is a part of the larger story of my relationship with Josie, she was not part of any of the erotic or sexual parts.
Before going to bed, Josie asked me what was going on with Suzie and me. I told her that I didn't think there was any future there. "Are you still uncomfortable about asking me out, since you went out with my roommate first? Would it make a difference if she moved out? Because she is leaving at the end of the month, it's obviously not working to have her in the apartment with my daughter, and with my new job, I can afford my rent without a roommate."
"I still think it's a bit tacky, but I don't think that the standard social rules apply to anything involving Suzie." I joked. "You know she was trying to get me to sleep with her while I was babysitting your daughter?"
"I know. My daughter told me that you wouldn't leave her to go into 'Aunt Suzie's' room, and 'aunt Suzie' got angry with you about it. We talked about it while we were in the car, following you to your place. I like that, and it is a large part of the reason I'm doing this." She leaned over to kiss me, and I quickly responded, once I got over my surprise.
We held each other, kissed, nibbled each other's ears, necks, shoulders... I ran my hands through her hair, pressing our lips together and kissing her deeply. She sucked on my tongue, then moaned as we kissed and pressed our bodies together, rubbing up against each other, getting hotter and hotter... but not going beyond that.
"You know I'm a good Catholic girl, right? Even though my husband left me, even with the failed marriage, I still follow the rules I was raised by." I was disappointed to hear this - obviously - but was still enjoying making out with Josie far more than I had enjoyed the handjob from Suzie the night before.
"Are you okay with the fact that I'm not Catholic - I'm Christian, but not super devout, and you obviously know what I did with Suzie last night."
"Oh yeah, she was bragging about how long you lasted, but also complaining about how long you took - she says she wasn't sure what she would have done if you had taken a few more minutes, broken her 'first date' rule and blown you, or just got up and walked out on you, leaving you with a set of 'blue-balls'." She giggled. "I guess I'm the one who's going to leave you with blue balls - unless you can cum from rubbing your dick against my pussy with our clothes on, like some desperate teenagers." She giggled again, and looked up at me with an intoxicating mixture of innocence and seductiveness. "Can you -do you mind? You're making me hot, and I want to please you, but I'm not touching your penis on the first date - if this even counts as a date."
"That's okay Josie. If I don't cum from dry humping you while we make out - and I've been pretty close a few times already tonight, then I'll just handle it myself after you've gone to bed - assuming you spend the night. Otherwise, I'll take care of myself after you leave to go home. It wouldn't be an unusual event." I gave her a goofy grin.
"Really? You do that a lot? Can I watch you? That isn't too weird is it? I mean, I wouldn't feel right touching you, or doing anything, but watching you do that would be really hot. I've never seen a guy do that before."
"Josie, I know you can't be a virgin, because you have a kid, and this might be a bit personal, but how many guys have you been with?"
"I fooled around a bit in school, and lost my virginity to my husband in college - before the wedding, but we already were planning to get married. I've been naughty with a couple of guys since the divorce, but I'm not very experienced - as I said, I'm a Catholic girl. Mostly it was in bed, in a dark room. How about you? How much sexual experience do you have?" That was a tough question - I didn't want to scare her away, but I didn't want to lie to her either.
"You know I was married, right? And I was in the military full time for four years, and pretty much jumped into bed with every woman I could. I was also pretty wild in college. And I've done some experimenting since the divorce - but know that will probably have to change that up in order to settle down with someone. I haven't known you long, but I'm very comfortable with you, and think you might be someone worth being serious with - worth taking time with. Does that sound stupid, or like I'm rushing things, or does that make sense to you?"
"Actually, it does. The way my uncle and aunt talked about you - how you lived with them for part of the time when you were in high school, and how you're like a son to them... they respect you a lot, and really want you to find a good woman, get married, and have a family. They think that's important to you - that you're a good family man looking for a family." I held her, feeling her heart beating against my chest, feeling so soft, warm, comfortable, and... right in my arms. Like a fool, I was falling in love, and like a true fool, I was falling far too fast.
She ended up watching me stroke myself to orgasm that night, staring at me with fascination. And that was our sex life for the next month or so - screaming hot make-out sessions, followed by her watching me spank the monkey. Over time, she started to participate, first by talking to me, telling me how much she wanted me, how hot and sexy she felt when we were kissing, and stuff like that. Later, she started touching herself while I beat off - first running her hands over her chest on top of her shirt, then over her sexy lacy bras, then rubbing her pussy through her pants, then panties "like a bad girl", then fondling her naked breasts while I stroked off, and finally reaching the point where she took her panties off and fingered herself "like some kind of dirty slut" while I frantically stroked my meat-stick, staring intently at her bald muff. It wasn't the most extensive sex I had ever had, but it was certainly among the hottest, partially because of the suspense, but mostly because of my deepening feelings for her. "I don't want to make you wait until we get married. I don't even know if I ever want to get married again. But I can't rush into things."
We finally reached the point where she was willing to touch each other while naked. "Nice girls don't do this kind of thing, but you make me want to be so bad." She would tell me. But that evening, after I had made a nice pasta dinner and we had enjoyed most of a bottle of wine, she was in the mood to take things to a new level. "Funny how you've waited almost two months to feel my hand on your junk, when that Suzie had hers on it the first time you went out - and you dumped her for me." She remarked, giggling and taking another sip of wine.
"That's because you're special, I love you, and I want you to be comfortable with everything we do - even if it gets a little frustrating for me, when I want to do so much more with you." I told her.
Even when we started touching each other, she wouldn't let me go down on her. "Good girls don't do that!" she told me. When I hinted about blowjobs, I got the same response "Good girls don't do that!" So it was making out and mutual masturbation for the next few weeks.
