Cindy locked the door and sighed. She felt surprisingly tired, the events of today wearing on her mind. Not even a half hour ago, her life had taken an unexpected and surprisingly thrilling turn. For better or worse, she couldn't decide yet.
Things had started off pleasant enough. After getting herself set up on a dating app that her daughter had recommended to her, she'd met what had seemed like the perfect match for her. An older man named Marcus with whom she'd looked forward to meeting had asked her out on a date. She'd gotten dressed up to meet this man, only for her to find herself ghosted by her "perfect" date.
Then to her surprise, she'd ran into Chico, her neighbor and son of her best friend, the half African American 19-year-old man, really a teenager. But one she'd known since he was a child. He'd been the one to help fix up her profile page on her dating app hours before her date was to take place after all. In a surprising twist of irony, he, too, had been ghosted by a girl he had been supposed to meet at the restaurant. However, Chico had proved to be good company, despite their differences in age, good enough for her to follow, albeit hesitantly, onto the dance floor. Then after enjoying herself and lowering her guard, Chico had surprised her by kissing her on the dance floor. And she'd even briefly kissed him right back.
But even that paled to how the rest of the evening had gone down. For not long after that unexpected kiss, she'd taken him to the abandoned drive in movie theatre she'd gone to as a teenager herself. The intent, she reminded herself, had been to show Chico a place where they could connect over their mutual interests in movies.
Well, they certainly did connect. For with shockingly little resistance, she ended up making out with her neighbor's son once again. But it didn't stop with kissing. They'd felt each other's bodies. She'd touched his cock, even jerked him off a little. Then he'd fingered her 58-year-old- MILF pussy and made her experience the best orgasm she'd experienced. Even her previous boyfriends had never made her cum like Chico did.
Cindy sighed, rubbing her temples. It did no good to dwell on what had transpired just yet. She needed to sleep.
She went to her bedroom and discarded her dress. With a scowl, she removed her panties, a lavender pair still damp from her earlier excitement, and replaced them with a light green pair. She'd only just had time to throw on her night gown, a white with blue trim and pictures of flowers all across it, when she distantly heard the sound of a knocking on the door.
Cindy frowned, listening. Who on Earth could be here at this hour? It was 11 PM. Her first thought was the wrong address or maybe a druggie picking the wrong door. But as she fumbled with her thoughts, the knocking at the door went off once again. With an annoyed growl, she stomped off towards the front door, her bare feet clomping down the hallway. When she got to the front door and peeked out the peephole, however, her breath caught in her throat.
It was Chico. All 5'11 of him, his athletic frame filling her doorway outside.
For a wild moment, Cindy panicked a little, remembering the events that had taken place tonight, especially the memories of his touch. She was super tempted to just walk off, go back to her bedroom, pretend that she was in bed. Procrastinate on facing Chico and the conversation she knew she was going to have to have now that a line had been crossed. But she watched as a familiar charming grin lit up his youthful face. She knew that the jig was up, he knew she was at the door and was waiting patiently for her response.
With an exasperated sigh, she unlocked the door, feeling as though the best solution right now was to face him and send him back home. At least deal with this in the morning.
When the door opened to reveal his older neighbor in her cute nightgown, frowning at his appearance, Chico smiled openly. "Hello again, Ms. Walker," he chirped. The high feeling from earlier and the scent of her pussy on his fingers gave him a definite feeling of bravado. "Did I disturb your rest?"
As if it hadn't been even 10 minutes ago they'd seen each other. Cindy looked at Chico in the eye. "No, not at all. In fact, I'm just about to go to bed. Perhaps we can continue this tomorrow?" she suggested politely.
Chico responded equally politely, but bluntly, "I think we need to talk about what happened tonight. And I know I won't be able to rest until we clear the air. I'm sure you can agree we need to talk about this." His straight-to-the-point reply backed her into a corner. Of course they needed to talk about what happened, but she wasn't sure yet how to. Being caught off guard in this manner set her teeth on edge.
The two of them watched each other for a few moments. Chico, smiling, seemed perfectly relaxed as he watched Cindy wrestle with this new dilemma. Finally, she conceded. "Of course, I'm sure you're right. We do need to talk about what happened. So why wait?" She stood aside, allowing the teenager to enter her house.
Cindy shut the door and turned around. Being this close to Chico again brought back the sensations of earlier. The scent of his body, the smooth texture of his lips, the feeling of his fingers entering her wet pussy. Forcing back those thoughts, she forced herself to remember the kid that he had been. That helped ground her thoughts about him.
"Chico, listen. You know that I've known you practically all of your life, right?" she began gently. Well, she'd known him since he was 7 anyways, but it felt like it had been his entire life. Chico nodded seriously. That was a relief to Cindy. It showed that he was at least being the considerate, good guy that she knew he was since he was young.
"I've always been glad to see you, of course, I've always loved having you around. You're practically like one of my kids. Heck, you're younger than either of my kids. And Chico, I understand. Really." And Cindy did understand. Although his mother, Alice, had maintained all of those girls Chico had brought home or snuck out to see had been "girlfriends" of his, Cindy had suspected, borderline knew, that in fact many of those had been casual hookups of his. He was a good looking, confident guy, and young besides. It seemed pretty normal to her that such a kid like Chico might have such an active sex life. And in his pursuit of good sex, it wasn't out of the question to Cindy that that interest may direct him to exploring other avenues of sex, including older-younger pairings. Maybe enough to convince himself to pursue relationships with someone like herself that was practically family.
