Friday Finale

Charles and Morticia met 12 years ago. She was 14 years younger than he was, 18 years old vs 32. She was attracted to him back then, figured an older guy could teach her a thing or two about "things". He didn't take much convincing, a sexy little love rocket like her was always going to be able to convince him to fool around.

Fast forward to now, they'd been in contact a bit over the years, but not much. Then, after messaging her for her birthday they got talking and rekindled the old flame.

They'd both been married, both unhappily. They talked together for weeks, convinced that things would be better with each other, convinced they were in love. They supported each other, gave each other a bit of what they were missing in their respective marriages.

They weren't together, they lived a long way apart, but they spoke every day. They were there for each other. They talked about their relationship and their respective relationships, as well as their lives, their work, just anything.

Morticia was going away on a long scheduled holiday with her husband. She realised then, she really didn't want to be with him, in fact she couldn't stand to be with him. She wanted to be with Charles, the man who'd shown her that she was more than just a side thing for some guy, that she was special.

It didn't last long, a month long holiday and three days in Morticia couldn't go any longer. She split with her husband.

Charles didn't know what to do, he wanted to support his new love, but couldn't from afar. He tried to contact her, but she wasn't available.

Morticia went through a raft of emotions. She'd just split from her husband. She'd never wanted to end it, she didn't want to be seen as having failed. She never wanted to be a failure. She didn't realise what she'd feel when it all came to a head. She just couldn't deal with any emotion, it was all too much. She put up walls, closed off completely. She stopped talking to the one person she'd talked to the most, Charles.

Charles was devastated. He didn't do anything wrong, and suddenly he couldn't even get to talk to Morticia. He was left to do his own overthinking. He did his best to try and keep in touch, sending messages every day,

"Good morning, how did you sleep?"

"How was your day?"

"How are you feeling?"

Anything to try and get Morticia to open up to him. For days on end he got nothing, or very simple sentences. Nothing like he was used to. He knew what was going on, he was being compartmentalised.

Morticia was a nurse. They'd spoken multiple times before about how she coped with difficult situations. Simple, you put the hard stuff in the too hard box and forget about it. People dying, drug addicts, incurable diseases, things she couldn't do anything to change, into that box. Now Charles was going in there too.

After a couple of weeks, Charles had had enough, he was languishing. He kind of thought that if Morticia leaves her husband, he'd leave his wife and they'd continue their relationship, eventually building to a point where they move to be together. Now all that was in disarray. There really was only one thing for him to do, put up his own walls, compartmentalise. He wasn't as good at it, but he had to.

He needed to know where he stood, so sent a volley of messages, tackling his feelings. Morticia finally responded, telling him that she needed space, she didn't have the emotional capacity to continue things with him. As hard as it sounded, it was actually good to hear that, to have words, clear direction. It allowed some sort of closure for Charles. When there was silence he was left to his own thoughts, now that he knew, he could step back from the relationship emotionally.

But, there was more than just emotions in this relationship. There were physical needs. They'd been doing long distance, so the one thing sorely lacking was physical. They'd both been sorting themselves out, Charles had gone into overdrive, jerking off to pictures and videos of Morticia three and four times a day. The endorphins from each auto-erotic sessions helped him get by. Morticia did the same, fingering herself daily, giving herself pleasure.

They kept in touch, a little more than before the talk. Charles was trying to give her space, and Morticia was dealing with her emotions better, starting to realise she could be having fun a single person. They were on different paths. Except for one thing, Morticia's holiday was almost over and she'd be driving home, right past Charle's place.

Charles had accepted that right now, the relationship was over. Morticia was protecting herself, building walls to keep any risk out. He'd been there himself. Break ups are hard, and one of the hardest things to do is to allow someone else be in control of your emotional wellbeing. He understood she needed her emotional space, but.

But there's always a but. They hadn't seen each other in the entire time they'd been "dating", talking online and on the phone, and she was going past. Forget about the feelings, and the emotions. They both had pysical needs.

Charles had nothing to lose. He hatched a plan, Morticia could meet him at a house he had access to. The owners were away, it could be just them. She didn't want to meet up. Charles had been telling her for weeks that he was in love with her, how she was so important to him. She didn't want to lead him on. She didn't understand. Compartments. There was a love compartment, and there was a lust compartment. Charles' love compartment was sealed. The box was shut. No feelings getting in or out. His lust compartment, it'd been empty for a long time. He wanted to fill it with Morticia. Actually he wanted to fill Morticia with his cock. Now all he had to do was see if she was as keen on it as he was.

He didn't know how to get her to play along with his plan. She was worried he'd fall for her, be too much in love with her. She didn't want to hurt him, and she secretly didn't want to hurt herself.

Back when they first met, they'd been talking, flirting, spending some time together for a couple of months when Morticia said she was going to be moving away. That made things easy. Keep the emotions away, just be physical. Now twelve years later, it seemed like that was the same rule to follow. Just keep it physical.

Charles was excited at the idea. A purely physical meetup. Morticia wasn't as convinced. Charles assured her he was nothing more than a hook up.

He really wanted her. He'd been in love with her, but she'd changed. She wasn't the same person he fell in love with right now. Maybe that person would come back in the future, but maybe not. But that body, that amazing body was still the same. When she was eighteen, she was a cute little fuck buddy for him. Now that she was in her early thirties, she was sex on a stick, ready to be licked like a lollipop. He wanted to be with that body!

He put his case forward in a text. "You need space, I get that. But, in two years time, you'll either realise that we're amazing together and want to come back to me. That may or may not work out. Or, you'll find someone else and live your life with them. Or you'll live your life single. Whatever happens, the last thing you'd want is to look back to now and regret not taking this opportunity. This might be the last time ever. We've talked about doing this for months now. Let's do it. We may never do it if we don't do it now."

It made sense. Morticia, despite trying not to have feelings for Charles was still attracted to him. He'd given her pleasure a few times in the past. Their first time was at his work, he bent her over his desk and fucked her from behind, it was hot. She still looked back at it with fond memories. This was the chance to make more fond memories.

She agreed.

They discussed the plan, she'd meet at Charles' rendevous house early that Friday. They'd do whatever the mood felt like. And then they'd go their separate ways. They knew what they were getting into. They were both adults.

Friday came. Charles made an excuse to his wife that he had to do some work. Some deliveries and pick ups in his car, and it'd take all morning. He arrived to the house around 9am. He knew the things he wanted to do, but didn't want to encroach on his friend's space. They had a queen bed in the master bedroom, but it would be weird to use that. But a good fucking needs a good bed. hmmm. He waited. Morticia arrived about fifteen minutes later. He met her downstairs and let her in.

He was nervous, but not overly. He was nervous, but had a confidence that he knew what had to be done. He had things to check off his bucket list. The first thing, he wanted to kiss Morticia. Twelve years ago, they kissed, they fucked, they had a good time. They'd seen each other a couple of times since, but he couldn't remember her kisses. He remembered her body, but not her lips. He wanted a reminder.

She walked in the door, he closed it behind them. She looked nervous too. There was an expectation. She knew why she was there, she wanted to be there for the same reason that Charles wanted to be there. But she wasn't entirely sure how to start. Didn't take long though, Charles took the lead.

He said, "Hey, how are you doing"

"Good, tired," she replied.

"Well, I hope you've got some energy," Charles said as he grabbed onto her. He pushed her against the fridge, not rough, but definitely in control.

Morticia's heart raced, "Wow" she thought as she struggled to keep her breath.

Charles leant in, resting his arm above her head against the fridge he looked her in the eyes with a wry smile on his face and planted a kiss on her lips. His head tilted left, his tongue pushed inside Morticia's mouth, he passionately, almost forcefully kissed her. It was intense. They'd talked about gentle, tender kissing in the past. This wasn't that. This was hot, passionate, sexually charged. This was setting the mood for the rest of the day.

Charles kissed Morticia down her neck, licking, sucking tempted to give her hickeys. If she wasn't going to visit relatives afterwards he'd have happily left his mark.

Morticia was taken aback, she'd expected some tenderness. She wasn't upset, it was just unexpected. Every conversation they'd had was about love, being nice, kindness, emotional and sentimental togetherness. This was clearly about passion, sex, raw lust. She immediately felt her pussy swell as the blood flowed to her loins. Her panties moistened just at the idea of being taken so hard, so unexpectedly hard.

Charles reached down, he lifted up her shirt. She was wearing a purple bra that gave her a little more cleavage than she really had. He reached around, between her and the fridge she was pinned against and undid it. He had a skill, his fingers could unhook a bra without the slightest difficulty. She stood there, bare chested, waiting for his next move.

He bent down and took a her right breast into his mouth. He sucked it as hard as he could. It hurt. She felt like he was going to rip it off. But in that pain, there was pleasure. Charles slurped as he let it go. He looked up at her, a fire of passion in his eyes. He picked her up and kissed her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into the house proper, up the stairs and into the kitchen.

They'd made out in a kitchen once before, it was time to pay homage to that occasion. Charles sat Morticia on the bench, like he'd done the last time, except he wasn't mincing around like before. He was going for it. Morticia leant back, her stomach taut, her bare breasts sitting beautifully. Charles took in the view. He was incensed, she was beautiful, she was sexy, she was so hot. He had to take her. He reached for the button on her jeans, undoing it and sliding down the zip of her fly. He tugged at the jeans, pulling them down a little in front. Morticia lifted herself up on her hands, inviting Charles to take them down further. He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her jeans right off, leaving her completely naked on the kitchen bench. It was time for brunch, and pussy was on the menu.

Charles put a hand on each of Morticia's knees, pushing them apart, opening her up. He went straight in, face first. He pursed his lips as they met her clit and gave it a kiss. Then a lick. Then another kiss. Then a suck. He grabbed her around the thighs, and pulled her hips a little forward, forcing her to lean back. She pulled her knees to her chest, opening herself up to Charles' tongue. He furiously licked her pussy, his tongue slightly penetrating her, fondling her clit, up and down and side to side, making figure eight patterns on her privates.

Morticia let out a moan, then another. She had never realised this kind of raw passion, powerful lust was possible. She announced, "I want you in me."

Charles pushed his finger into her pussy. It was so wet, it just slid right in. His thumb pushed against her clit, doing feverish back and forth motions as his finger curled up against her g-spot, stroking it from the inside. It was alarmingly quick, but Morticia felt her legs begin to tremble. The shaking was like an earthquake inside her, the climax from his touch, so strong, so forceful, but so wanted, was building inside her. Her clit was throbbing as the blood filled it to bursting. She could feel the nerves tingling, excited by the attention. The telltale pulsing began, her stomach muscles clenched, her body releasing the sexual tension, the lust, the passion as a wave of orgasm washed over her. Her head flung back with pleasure, she screamed Charles' name. It was one of the quickest, most intense orgasms she'd ever had.

As the waves died down, she started to giggle, she was filled with happiness. Positivity. She was worried that there'd be too much love, too much emotion. This was lust, pure, raw, simple, animalistic. This was what she needed.

Charles had often talked about pleasuring Morticia, how his goal was always to please her, so she was surprised by his next move. He stepped back, and took off his own clothes. He stood in front of Morticia naked and announced, "My turn!"

MMmmm, what an inviting sight. Morticia slid off the counter. She lowered herself, crawling along the tiles to Charles, his member hanging in front of her face, She reached up to it and grabbed it. She took it into her mouth, taking the whole thing in and then letting it out again. She licked it from the base to the tip. Her long, luscious tongue caressing his cock as it stiffened from her touch. She licked gently around his knob, all around the rim, making him squirm before taking as much of his erect shaft into her mouth as she could, gulping it down, in and out of her mouth.

Charles moaned, "mmmmm, that's so good, suck it harder."

Morticia loved giving pleasure as much as receiving. She could feel how hard his cock was getting.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked.

He looked her in the eye with an obvious look on his face, "Yes" was the reply.

She pulled his cock out and grabbed onto it, stroking it back of forth, rubbing it against her chest. She felt Charles start to shudder, his thighs were shaking, she knew he was close. "Cum on me," she told him. He followed her advice, releasing his hot sticky load all over her chest. Pulse after pulse, it fired from his cock onto her. She loved making him cum, it was one all, they'd both pleasured the other.

Charles was empty. He grabbed some paper towel from the bench and helped Morticia clean his stickiness off her chest.

"Want a cuppa?" he asked.

She loved tea, she knew he knew she loved tea. Hmmm. Of course she'd love one. He boiled the kettle and found the tea bags. He made a cuppa just the way she liked it, strong, with a dash of milk.

As she sipped on it, she talked, "That was unexpected. I didn't think you were like that."

"I can make love, and I can fuck. They're two different things Morticia. Today is all about fucking." His words were still harsh, animalistic, like the session they'd just had, but his actions were different. He'd made the perfect cup of tea for her, and he was behind her, his cock nestled against her naked arse, his arms around her waist, him nuzzling into her neck, slowly nibbling, kissing her from behind as she drank.

It was a contradiction. The morning so far had been intense. She loved it, hard and fast and raw, but she wondered if it was what he wanted. She wanted to know what he was feeling.

"Charles, that was great, but I thought you were a lover, not a fucker."

"Do you want me to love you?" he asked.

"You know I'm not ready for that," Morticia replied.

"Then let's fuck," said Charles.

He reached forward and took the tea cup from her hands, putting it on the bench. She turned to him, he picked her up again and carried her to one of the bedrooms. There were two single beds, he threw her onto one.

"Now, I've only just cum, so you've got to keep me up," he instructed. "I've been practising my backup game."

He'd told her he'd been pleasuring himself a lot in the past couple of weeks, six times one day apparently. That practise was for this moment.

Morticia lay on the bed, naked, waiting for Charles. He stood there, his cock at half mast. She didn't know what to expect, would he manage. He rolled her half over, "You've got a spectacular arse" he told her as he gave it a rub, his hand firmly grabbing her butt cheek and giving it a squeeze. Then he ran his fingers into her crack, sliding up and down, reaching around, finding her pussy, still wet from before, sliding two fingers in and then back again, over her perenium and finding her butt hole. He pressed one finger hard against it. She'd told him she liked butt play. He'd never done it, but if this was the last time, he was going to give it a go. He pushed his finger, it slid in slightly. This was new. It was tight, her arse gripped his finger, differently to her pussy. He'd felt pussy before. He liked it. His cock raised itself from half mast. He slid his finger in a bit further, not sure what he was doing, but eager to give it a go. Morticia moaned, she liked this adventurousness. With his other hand, he lifted her leg, opening her up. He crept forward. She looked down, his erect member was staring at her, she wanted it. He gave her that same look from earlier, the wry smile before he kissed her. He pushed his cock against her pussy, his finger still in her butt. She felt him slide into her, gently at first, easing it all the way in, feeling it fill her insides with his hot shaft.

His pace quickened, he needed to keep it going otherwise he might not make it. He fucked her hard and fast. Using two hands, he grabbed onto her leg and fucked her sideways, using her thigh to pull her in as he rammed himself in and out of her. More intense fucking. Morticia again was shocked at how it was going, but loved it. It was the best hard fucking she'd had in a long time.

She rolled onto her back, both legs up in the air as Charles repeatedly penetrated her, in and out with his shaft, filling her pussy, emptying it, again and again. The heat of the day was filling the room, they were both working up a sweat as their bodies slapped against each other in a sexual rhythm. Clapping together, like a round of applause for their efforts.

It was hard work, Charles was starting to lose breath, he rolled over next to Morticia, "Your turn." he instructed.

She climbed on top, sliding his shaft inside her. The visual of her sitting on top of him was exciting. Her body was delicious to look at, something he'd fantasised about over and over for years. She leant forward to kiss him as she took his cock inside her. He reached up and pulled her in, kissing her madly, passionately as he fucked her from below.

Her pace quickened, she could feel her second orgasm of the morning growing. "Oooh Charles, you're going to make me cum!"