This story is pure fiction. This story Is for adults only. Do not read this story if under eighteen years of age or live somewhere where adult material is illegal. Needless to say, all through young, all Characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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A whole three days had passed, and Nina had not heard from her night visitor.
She was feeling lonely and sexually frustrated.
Ever since the night, a half-asleep Grandma staggered down from her apartment, Catching Nina and Clark interlocked in a torrid lustful act.
When her grandmother dropped in, Nina was coated in sweat, her honey pot so sodden and yawning open.
Clark was busy, so deep inside her battering her cunt with his beef stick.
His stamina had been increased by the transparent yellow ribbed condom he wore.
The sensation had been incredible; Nina was so close to cumming that she could almost taste it.
Then disaster struck, or so it seemed.
That was when her grandmother interrupted their lascivious interlude.
Nina's quick thinking and convincing denial all but erased it from the older woman's failing memory.
The longer she spoke, the more Nina was able to deny Clark was even there. Grandma now believed that the dreamy late-night confusion was due in part to the late hour, her blindness, and her medication.
In fact, by the time Nina finished calming her down, the older adult had all but forgot what she was upset about in the first place.
Grandma never picked up the phone to call her mother and embarrass her.
Nina wanted Clark to know that She had handled things with Grandma beautifully.
She didn't want him to worry or be scared off for good.
Clark was nowhere to be found.
Even the nights she and Tara hung out with Johnny and the rest of the guys, Clark was conspicuously absent.
Nina didn't inquire of his whereabouts for fear of tipping off her secret affair with Clark.
Nina wanted Clark to know but didn't know how to tell him without drawing suspicion.
Clark had been laying low due to the incident with Nina's grandmother. Time had passed, and his confidence grew.
His summer job had ended, and he blamed his absence from the gang on looking for a job and helping his dad Paint the halls of their apartment building. Things that were true but not the reason he was not around.
Clark had thought that the secret between Nina and himself was now exposed, and the other shoe would fall any day.
But it never did.
His mother certainly knew Nina's mother and grandmother for that matter, yet no uncomfortable conversation had taken place.
He spoke with Johnny and the rest of the guys over the phone, and nobody seemed the wiser.
Nina waited for three weeks for the opportune time to call Clark.
She called during the day when she knew he was home and his parents would be working. Being home alone, he would feel free to speak to her.
"Hello."
"Clark?"
"Yeah."
"Clark, It's Nina."
He didn't need her to identify herself; her voice was like soft, crushed velvet.
Clark would know it anywhere.
In the past, he suggested that she be the perfect operator of one of those One nine hundred phone sex numbers.
It was the voice that had the power to arouse him anytime he heard it. This time it only served to make him sick with worry.
"How much trouble are we in?" Clark blurted out nervously.
Nina sensed his worry.
"Look, everything is alright."
"Alright? how?"
Nina went on to explain, and it soothed Clark's worry.
"Thank you, Nina, that's a big relief," Clark said.
"Good, you can stop laying low now nobody knows ."
His mind flashed to the last time he saw her before all hell broke loose.
He had left without being able to release all the cum his balls had produced while they had sex.
He felt the weight of it now; he needed to release it.
"What are you up to now?" Clark asked, wondering if it would be safe to sneak over and finish what they had started.
"I'm waiting for my Mom to come home. I have to help her pack."
"She's going away again?"
"Yeah, she was here a whole two and a half weeks, so I should consider myself lucky." Nina's sarcasm sounded more like sadness than sass.
"Now would not be a good time for you to come here to get your rocks off." Nina sounded put off by Clark's subtle solicitation.
"Okay, well, maybe later this week, we can all hit a movie; you know how Johnny likes to see movies on Fridays."
He wanted her to know the invite was for platonic reasons. Feeling that he needed to be her friend right now, not her fuck buddy.
"Yeah, I don't think we should do it anymore?" she said
"What?"
"You know, fuck. we shouldn't fuck anymore."
"Okay."
"That was a close call, we're in the clear, but eventually we're going to get caught," Nina explained.
"Yeah, you're right." Clark agreed.
As Nina hung up the phone, she knew that they just made a promise that they couldn't keep. The evidence was in humidity in her Panties.
Four more days passed, and Saturday night rolled around.
Clark was bored.
Johnny and Slim were out on a double date with some girls from the next neighborhood over. Harvey was at his cousin's house for the weekend.
The other extended members of the gang had all had their plans as well.
It created an opportunity to make a unique primetime visit to Nina.
He wasn't sure how long her mother would be on her latest business trip.
He walked past the parking lot where Nina's mother would park her car while she was out of town.
To his surprise, it was there on a Saturday.
It must be a long trip this time, he thought as he gazed at the car parked silently in the night.
Nina, Was feeling sad.
The Fall season always had that effect on her.
What's more, nothing seemed to be working out.
The loneliness was terrible.
Everyone had plans.
Nina and her mother had a long-standing tradition of girls night and watching the MissAmerica beauty pageant or the "female SuperBowl." The name Nina and her mother had given it.
This year her mom was away. Her grandmother (who was up every day with the sparrows) would be in bed by nine-thirty P.M.
When he saw the lamplight through the blinds, the butterflies started to knock around in his stomach.
