Author's Note: "Oh - Okay" was originally intended to be a stand-alone story. However, in his comment, Dunkirk asked for a continuation in which Tanya becomes pregnant by Jack. That positive suggestion spun this sequel. Enjoy!
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"Jack, can I move in with you? Please? Pretty Please? I'll do anything you want...'anything,'" was all I remembered of Tanya's plea before uttering that fateful, "Oh - okay."
What was I thinking? What's was a sixty-nine-year-old, short, chubby, and out of shape guy like me taking up with an attractive nineteen-year-old, six-foot-tall, skinny, and physically fit Eurasian girl? Yes, Tanya and I really had become good friends to the point that on rainy late Friday night she showed up on my doorstep in her sopping wet jogging clothes. Somehow over the course of that weekend Tanya crawled into my bed (surprise); masturbated before me (stupefying); had me eat her pussy (most delicious); gave me her first blow job (absolutely incredible); lost her virginity to me (what a once-in-a-lifetime treat); and jumped my boner in the middle of the night to and riding my cock and me into utter submission (truly eye-opening). Hmmm, having said this, I can see in retrospect why I agreed to Tanya moving in with me.
I justified any doubts by telling myself that Tanya was a struggling college student whose vindictive and stingy grandparents refused to let her use the trust left to her by her deceased parents. I convinced myself that I was helping her stay out of unnecessary debt by providing her with a room in a three-bedroom house that only I occupied. I told myself that neither of us would feel alone now that we'd be living together. However, the only thing that I couldn't reconcile in my mind was how an unlikely twosome as us made out like bunnies in heat.
To make things worse, reality bit me hard when I helped Tanya pack up and move out of her dorm room. It was amazing how quickly the word got around and how many of her dorm mates just happened to drop by. While many said they were considering taking over her unit, most were intent on finding out how Tanya could afford to move out and more importantly, with whom. Seeing her interact with her peers, I was instantly reminded of just how young Tanya was.
When Tanya deflected the inquiries as to her future living arrangements, those asking shifted their focus to me who was somehow incongruously involved. Tanya dodged the specifics by referring to me as her "friend" (omitting the "with benefits" part), and most accepted her story since there no way in hell an old geezer such as myself could be more than just that. This consensus of opinion was a stinging revelation that shouted, "Hey stupid, wake up! You're screwing a sophomore college coed who's barely legal!"
However, any reservation that I might have had, disappeared when Tanya wrapped her luscious lips around my limp noodle and somehow sucked me into diamond-cutting hardness. All negative thoughts were replaced in my addled mind by the overwhelming desire to shove my energized manhood down her throat or up her snatch. Hey, can I help it if I'm a cradle robber and loving it?
Still, For appearance sake, all of Tanya's clothing and belongings went into the guest room. Should one of her classmates or member of the gym staff drop by uninvited, we could maintain the appearance of a room-and-board arrangement. What those who had the audacity to show up at our doorstep unexpectedly didn't know was that every night a nude Tanya cozied up to me in my bed every night.
"Do you know, Jack, there were times when I wonder if our three-generation-span relationship would work," Tanya confessed after a particularly strenuous sexual session. "But I think it's working, don't you think?"
"Yeah," I moaned in utter exhaustion, "I would be less than honest if I didn't say that there are times when your taste in music, your generational values, and outlook of the world are so different from mine that I had to shake my head. However, you, my cutie, have completely bewitched me with your feminine wiles and seductively challenging body."
"Say what? My 'challenging' body? What do you mean by that?"
"Don't get your panties in a twist," I quipped at Tanya's emotional response. "Our height difference does pose some challenges...and advantages. Like what? Hmmm, when we are standing to face each other, I noticed that my lips fall in between your lips and your nipples. To me, I just have to lift my chin up to kiss you or lower my mouth to suck on these delicious nipples of yours. Ummm..."
"No wonder my poor little babies have been so tender lately, you beast. And what other issues do you have with my tall skinny body?"
"Screwing you takes some adjustment, but it pays off to be creative. Let's take tonight for example. A certain horny teenager...yes, you were, Tanya...don't deny it...had to suck on a certain degenerate's dick to get a 'rise' out of him...ha, ha. But then that old lecher wanted to do her doggy-style. However, because her lovely legs are much longer than his, her butt was at a higher level than his dick.
"So, this wise ancient pervert has his lovely shift to a 'downward doggy' position by putting her head on the carpet, shifting her body forward rest on her forearms, and spreading her knees a bit to lower her butt for an easier entrance. Boy, did that little slut...
"Hey, I'm not a 'little slut!'"
"Okay, so when that 'big' slut found out that this modified position enabled her height-impaired senior citizen lover to fuck her hot wet tight pussy and rub her G-spot with his dick head..."
"Ooh, I love when you do that!"
"Hmmph! As I was saying before some sass-butt girl so rudely interrupted me, "...a certain someone found that she could also play with herself in this new position... something that this shameless half-Japanese co-ed loves to do..."
"Oh, yeah, Jack. Tonight's orgasm was terrific! But, I'm not a horny slut even though I may be somewhat slutty when it comes to you, Jack. In my defense, I find your very, very 'mature' body - your lips, tongue, fingertips, palm, and especially your irresistible penis - to be such a turn on that sex with you is super-fantastic!"
"Tanya, that's because I'm older than dirt and have known quite a few women; whereas, I'm the only guy you've ever known intimately. You have had no one to compare me against...not that I want you to."
"While that may be, I love what you do to me. You're a patient, funny, and inventive, and always willing to teach this clueless teenager how to be a wanton nympho. I love you, Jack."
Before I knew it, I responded, "I love you too, Tanya." I would be lying if I didn't gulp after making such an admission, but as improbable as it was, this old fart was heads-over-heels with my teenage lover.
Living with me benefited Tanya. Her stick-like scrawny body (yep, that's how she described herself) became slender with added flesh to round off her bony edges. This was due to various contributing factors such as having no stress about making ends meet, eating good meals on a regular basis, and imbibing in her screwdriver cocktails. Additionally, Tanya substituted her grueling long-distance running with vigorous exercising with me under the sheets. However, Tanya was convince that her weight gain was a side effect of Tanya getting on the contraceptive pill.
"Look, Jack! Do you realize that I've been on the pill for only a month or so and that my teeny boobs have grown? Jeez, I've gone from a teeny AA-bra-cup which I had a hard time filling if you can believe that, to a full A-cup. What? Oh, that's right, you men have a hard time with the concept of bra cup sizes. Let me see if I can put it in a way you can understand.
"Think of it this way. When I met you, I was as flat as a pancake or plum-size at best. I never wore a bra when I went jogging because there was nothing to jiggle in the boob department. When I had to wear a bra, its AA-sized cups were held in place by only my nippies. Now, I got lemon-sized tits and wear an A-cup bra. Can you believe that after all these years going braless, now I have to wear a sports bra for support when I exercise? Beside all that stimulaton you give my titties, my fullness must be due to the pill."
Living with Tanya benefited me too as she 'cure' my erectile dysfunction (if I had such a condition to begin with) with her oral skills (boy, was Tanya a fast learner) and seductive nature. To put it simply. I got more erections because of her blow jobs; had vigorous exercise humping her; lost weight in so doing; noticeably lowered my high blood pressure and stress; and improved my outlook on life. It was hard not to feel invigorated with Tanya running around the house in skimpy t-shirts or undershirts, tantalizingly flashing me much of her young slender form and carnal delights. I had more stimulation and activity (mostly sexual) in the past few months of living with Tanya than in the decades preceding her.
However, try as we may, speculation of us and our living arrangement grew as many sensed that we more than just friends despite our claims to the contrary. Once again, it was after a good sweaty and exhausting session that had Tanya bent over the sofa while I took her from behind that we discussed dilemma.
"You know, Jack, that people are getting very suspicious about us."
"Hmmm, what makes you say that?"
"Well...when we go out of this house, we draw an inordinate number of stares and attention even though we don't publicly display any emotion towards each other."
"That could be because they are wondering why a lovely, tall and, young woman would want to hang around someone as ho-hum, short, and fricking old guy like me."
"That could be...but I think the stares go beyond our odd couple appearance. They somehow sense that we're more than just friends. It's like they suspect that something is 'going on' between us...something we shouldn't be doing and which is not right.
"Take for instance, Mary-Lou, that older woman from the gym. She happened to drop by the other night because she was in the area and wanted to see if I was interested in going to a seminar with her. Give me a break! Like her mobile phone wasn't broken! Didn't you hear her snide comment when she left the house that my room was far too neat to have been lived in...the bitch!"
