Note: If you haven't already, read Chapters 01 - 14 of Boarding with Linda, which are prequels to this story.
Because we'd known each other since middle school, most of Linda's friends were also my friends or, at the very least, we were acquainted with those of each other's friends who we might not know well. Of course there were some exceptions, like friends we'd made since leaving high school and friends Linda had made with or through her ex but kept when they had split up. For the most part, though, if someone reached out to one of us who neither of us had seen in a while, the other typically was familiar with whoever it was. Such was the case when one of Linda's friends from high school contacted her and, after getting caught up on the phone, they decided to meet up in person. Since Linda had Ashley, the easiest way to accomplish this was to have the friend come to the house. Often, this meant I'd get a chance to catch up, too, but in this case, Linda's friend was also my ex-girlfriend.
Michelle and I had parted ways on amicable terms and had stayed friends, though we'd lost touch through college. Still, Linda checked in with me to give me a heads up that she'd invited Michelle over but had also warned her that I lived in her house now. Of course that had led to a lot of questions and Michelle was curious like everyone else about the living situation. I didn't want their opportunity to catch up to be overshadowed by Michelle and me catching up instead so I offered to not be home and Linda could show Michelle my living space. Linda thought it would be better for me to be there but we agreed that I'd stay downstairs and, if Michelle wanted to see the space or see me, she could come downstairs. That worked perfectly for me.
On the day that Michelle came by, I was down in my space watching TV as she and Linda got caught up. I fully expected that she'd come down to visit but it was just a question of for how long and whether Linda would come down with her. When Linda called down from the top of the stairs and said that Michelle was on her way down, I assumed that meant she'd be coming by herself but I was not reading anything into that. I turned off the TV and stood, figuring at the very least we'd hug, but I was caught by surprise when she walked through the door. She'd had long brown hair for as long as I'd known her and had also seemed to be in a constant battle with her weight, though I wouldn't have said that she'd been heavy. The woman who walked through my door had short blond hair and was exceptionally fit.
"Hey, you," she said with a big smile and came toward me.
"Look at you," I replied, "Wow!"
"Oh, thank you," she said as we hugged, "You like?"
"You look fantastic," I told her and was going to let go before she started to feel something between us, which would have been my stiffening cock. She continued to hold onto me, though, and I wondered if she was hoping to feel it. It was definitely a little more than a "it's nice to see you again" hug but she loosened her grip before things actually got awkward. I encouraged her to take a look around and answered her questions as she did then she shared a bit about how she got healthier and felt like a different look would better reflect a different her. As soon as I had a chance, I turned on my cameras because she looked so damn good that I wanted to make sure to document it. I had no expectations otherwise but did sit on the couch and just admired her as she moved around the space. Finally, she came and sat beside me.
"I want to show you something," she said, "I'm sure you remember the one thing that I refused to do back when we were dating but I have since realized that I actually really enjoy having a stiff cock in my mouth."
She moved down to kneel in front of me and immediately began to open my shorts. In spite of the utter shock I was feeling, I lifted my ass so she could slide my shorts and briefs down as my rigid cock sprung out. She gently gripped it and briefly pumped it before engulfing it in her mouth. I moaned as she slid her lips down then back up while still pumping the base. While the thought had crossed my mind about potentially fooling around as a result of her visit with Linda, I was absolutely in no way anticipating that my cock would end up in her mouth. She had been vehemently against the idea of sucking my cock the entire time we'd been dating. There was no question that she'd developed some skills, however, so kudos to whomever had managed to get her to change her mind.
Leaning back and looking down, it was only when she'd occasionally glance up that it even looked like Michelle sucking my cock. It felt so amazing, though, and only continued to feel even better the longer she was doing it. I'd experienced countless blowjobs in that house and in that space since I'd moved in but there was no way I'd ever get tired of having my cock in the mouth of woman, young or older, whether it had been in her mouth before or not. I knew pretty quickly that I'd want to make sure that my cock ended up in Michelle's mouth again after this visit but, on the off chance that it wasn't going to happen, I was completely tuned in to all of the pleasure that she was providing, which was significant.
While my staying power had vastly improved with all of the sex I'd been having while living with Linda, I was not trying to hold out to enjoy this blowjob for longer. Since she was there to visit with Linda, I didn't want to keep her from that for too long and I was eager to finally blow a load down her throat after all these years. However, her skills were apparently such that she was able to draw out the pleasure for much longer than I was expecting to last. Since she'd said that she now really enjoys having a stiff cock in her mouth, I had to assume that drawing it out was not all about making me feel good. Linda, of all people, would certainly understand and it wouldn't have surprised me if she had expected something like this to happen anyway.
She was doing such an exceptional job that I knew there was no way I'd be sending her on her way once she'd made me cum. Since I was expecting that Linda would understand, at the very least I was going to do what I could to make sure she had a long build-up to a highly pleasurable orgasm as well. In the meantime, regardless of how skilled Michelle was at drawing out the pleasure she was providing, we reached a point where I was building toward an orgasm and I doubted there was anything she could have done to hold it off. She must have realized it, though, because it seemed like she sort of switched gears from trying to draw it out to getting me the rest of the way there. The level of pleasure continued to build and my cock grew even thicker than it had been but she was unfazed. She just continued to suck me off while gently pumping the base of my cock, even when I started spewing into her mouth. She swallowed my load then, once I was completely spent, she released my softening cock from her mouth.
"That was well worth the wait," I said as she looked up at me.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," she replied, "I've been hoping I'd get an opportunity at some point and this just worked out so well."
"Will you let me return the favor," I asked, "before you head back upstairs?"
"If you insist," she replied with a smile then stood up. She was wearing some kind of snug spandex capri pants which were probably that era's equivalent of yoga pants today. I started to slide them down then went ahead and took her panties down at the same time. The question of whether the carpet would match the drapes was answered when no bush, either brown or blond, was revealed. Her pussy was completely smooth and, as it was exposed, I could feel the blood trying to return to my spent cock. She stepped out of her pants and panties then I had her recline on the couch with her head propped on a throw pillow against one of the arms. I knelt between her spread legs and I lowered my head.