I Think About That A Lot

Do you know the white house with the green door? It's not hunter green, but not lime, somewhere in between. Oh, that's right, there are probably a lot of houses like that. It has the wrap around porch, the big wrap around porch. I had thought I would sit on it for a while, in one of those white rocking chairs. Not the same shade as the house but close. It's in Murray, New York. Do you know Murray? Of course not, it's small.

Well, that is where she took me.

This was before iPhones. Not before the internet, but before you could bring the internet with you.

I'm not sure how much older she was. She drove slow and it was a long drive. She hummed more than she spoke.

I remember being confused when we finally got there and she pulled her car into the back yard.

She had not brought much with her so she crossed the yard quickly. She seemed familiar with the house but the one picture that was in the dinning room was not of her, or her husband.

We had sex on the couch, she was on top the whole time. I loved the way she felt on top of me, the way her thighs pushed against my hips, the way her breasts swayed when she leaned forwards, the way she closed her eyes and pursed her lips when she was going to cum.

She told me she needed help with something in the car before she had even put her bra back on.

We went into the shed and she told me to get the shovel and pick and gloves. She said she needed help burying her dog. It was very hard to get the bag out of the trunk. I was glad she had pulled into the yard.

I asked what kind of dog it was, I had never felt a dog so heavy. I asked what breed it was. She said it was a European breed. I didn't bother asking any more questions, I was already feeling tired.

I had to dig a very large hole. She kept telling me it had to be deeper. Past my knees, and then past my waist. She helped some, but should have helped more.. She seemed a little sad.

It was a late dinner, but it was good, and I was hungry. It was chicken and rice. I had also gotten some blackberries from a bush in the backyard. The opposite side from where we had buried her dog. I ate what she served me and then filled my bowl twice more.

I slept well. We had never slept in a bed together. She snored a little. Her ass rubbed against me and I had to masturbate before I could fall back asleep. The sheets on the bed at her house were nicer though.

In the morning she gave me a slow blow job. I had just showered and it felt great. SHe did not make much eye contact but she took her time. She licked me all over. Half way through she took her shirt off and I could watch her tits jiggle as her mouth went up and down. She wasn't mad when I forgot to tell her I was about to finish. I wondered if she still gave her husband blow jobs. It wasn't until a week later I realized that she would probably kiss her husband with those lips that had been on my dick. It took me another week to realize that when I kissed her her lips had been on other guy's dicks.

She said she had written down the directions to help me get back to campus. She told me she had another way of getting home. I took a few wrong turns but made it back and parked her car in her lot. I don't remember how I got the jets back to her.

My roommate had moved out. His stuff was there, but the guys in the room next to me said he left a note that he was going back to France. They thought it was kind of weird since finals were next week, but I didn't really like him. The guy who took his place for the spring semester was much better. She would ask what people were saying about my old roommate, but there was nothing to say. He went back to France.

She never gave me another blow job. I think about that a lot.