During the nine months or so that I had been receiving weekly blowjobs from Stacy, it was usually at night, after my kids were in bed and asleep. So, I was a little surprised when she texted me that Monday morning to ask if she could come over that afternoon, while my youngest daughter was napping and the other two were at school.
Then I remembered that she had said her family was going camping that week, I wouldn't be getting one from her at all while she was gone, and I told her yes. Stacy and I were alike in that we each had two kids in school and one not in school, so I was curious what she was doing with her little boy while she was over and I asked her that when she walked through my door.
"He's with my mom. Her and my dad are going camping with us so she's at my house to help us get ready. I gotta run to the store to buy some supplies, but I figured I could stop here too," she said as she pulled her black hair back into a ponytail.
I sat down on the couch as she kneeled on the floor in front of me and said, "The way you were talking, I didn't think this would even happen this week."
"Me either," Stacy said, pulling my pants and underwear down. "But, I told you I was going to miss it and the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to skip a week."
As she wrapped her hand around my shaft, I started to grow bigger as she stroked me. She used her tongue to tease the tip of my cock and I said, "I'm definitely not going to complain about it."
Stacy laughed and said, "I bet. What would you do if you didn't have me anyway?"
I laughed, thinking to myself that I would be just fine with Lauren but my laugh turned to a moan as Stacy wrapped her lips around me and started to bob her head up and down my six-inch-long cock. She kept her hand on the lower half of my cock, moving it up and down, as her mouth worked the upper portion, using her tongue to lick all around it when she wasn't bobbing her head.
After a few minutes, Stacy took me out of her mouth and I watched as she grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt she was wearing and started to pull it up. I just caught a glimpse of her stomach before she grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, keeping herself covered as she put the sweater down next to her. She wrapped her hand back around my shaft, rubbing up and down the entire length, while using her tongue to lick the sides.
As she blew me, I looked down at her with her dark, olive skin, soft lips, and what appeared to be A-cup-sized breasts, just poking out from her skin-tight shirt, and said, "Ya know, if you are in a hurry so you're not gone too long, I'll probably cum faster if you take off your shirt."
I knew that Stacy never would, but I still liked to tease her. Stacy actually told me one day that she liked it and said that there was a few times that she had considered it. This time, she just slid me back into her mouth and continued to blow me.
Stacy really was good at blowjobs and it always made me imagine how good she was in bed. As I tried to think what her body would feel like and how her moans would sound, I could feel my orgasm starting to build up and told Stacy that I was close. As usual, Stacy moved her mouth to my tip, using her tongue to swirl around it, and was jacking me off with her hand, only slowing down when I started to cum. As I came, she stopped using her tongue, instead sucking with her mouth, as her hand pumped up and down, and she swallowed as quickly as I could fill her mouth.
When I was done, Stacy grabbed a near-by tissue and cleaned my cock off for me. We both stood up and I pulled up my pants and underwear before giving Stacy a hug and she left, waving goodbye to me after getting into her car.
During the rest of the week, Taylor was texting me almost every day asking if I was available for lunch. I kept having to turn her down because of work, felt bad because of it, and invited her over to my house for dinner that Friday, figuring she could ask me whatever questions she had after the kids fell asleep or while I cooked.
Taylor did agree to come over and actually came over early enough to help me cook. I asked if she wanted to ask her questions for me while we cooked and the kids played, but she said, "No, I would rather do it once they're asleep. If you're OK with me staying that long."
"Of course," I told her, curious what she wanted to ask me.
Later that night, after eating dinner and watching a movie together until the kids fell asleep and I carried them to their beds, I walked back into the living room. Taylor was sitting on her legs on my couch, her brown, curly hair pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing a blue sweatshirt with the name of the high school she attended on it and blue jeans.
She was scrolling on her phone but put it down as I sat down close to her. "Your girls are such good kids," she said.
I laughed and said, "For the most part."
"I still just feel so bad for you guys," she said, referring to my deceased wife.
"I feel bad for them. They've done great the past year, but growing up without Madison isn't going to be easy for them," I said.
"Actually, one of the questions I was going to ask you kinda involves Madison," Taylor said. "If it's OK for you to talk about her. I won't force you to answer, of course."
"Taylor, you can ask whatever you want," I reassured her.
"Thanks. I'm not even sure how to ask honestly. I guess I'll explain as best as I can. Since getting back from my mission and reconnecting with my friends, I've noticed a few of them talking about things we never would have talked about before," she started.
"Ok? Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Like, stuff with boys. Coming out of high school, we talked a lot about what boys we thought were cute or what ones were good kissers, stuff like that. But now, I had one friend tell me she gave oral to her boyfriend. And another talked about going on a date and the guy giving her an orgasm," she said.
"Oh yeah? That is strange," I agreed.
"Well, so, I asked my sister about it. And she told me that her and her husband, Adam, almost went all the way! Before they got married! I was so shocked. It feels like everything we learned growing up just got thrown out the window," she said.
"Yeah, it does, I guess," I said.
"Sorry, I guess that wasn't a question. I was really just wondering if it's a new thing or if it was that way for you and Madison," Taylor said. "Really, I guess I'm just confused as to what guys expect from a woman now. I thought guys wanted a woman who wanted to wait until marriage but now I'm questioning everything. Especially after finding out about my sister and knowing what they did and that they still got sealed in the Temple."
"I can definitely see how that could be confusing and hard to process. With my past, I'm probably not the best person to answer, unfortunately. But, I can tell you to not conform to what a guy wants. It's your choice what you want to do before marriage. Of course, it's best to save yourself, but I've known plenty of people who didn't, including myself, and still got sealed in the Temple," I said.
"Oh. Yeah, that is true," she said. "Wait. You didn't save yourself? Madison either? What do you mean by saying with your past?"
I laughed at her confusion and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. But, no, not with Madison. However, I wasn't a virgin when her and I started to date."
"Oh," Taylor said, processing what I said.
"But, Madison forgave me for it, I repented with my bishop and Heavenly Father, and was married in the Temple. That doesn't mean what I did was right, but it also wasn't life damaging," I said.
"I don't know why this is just so crazy to me. Like, I've always had those thoughts and my parents had the talk with me, but I always figured it was best to wait until marriage to do any of. Hearing that my friends, who I grew up with in the church and talking about our values and such, just doing those kinds of things and being OK with it and enjoying it, it's just crazy," she said. "I just wish I could make sense of it but every time I try to talk to somebody about it, then just say the same thing or act like it's no big deal."
"I think you hit on part of it there. It's things that people enjoy doing. I'm not saying it's right to do some of them outside of marriage, but I think that it can certainly add to a relationship," I said.
"This is probably a really stupid question, but do you miss it since Madison passed? Do you think about it a lot? Would you ever do something like that outside of marriage again?" She asked.
I leaned back, thinking about what to say. I didn't want to lie to Taylor but I also didn't want to quite tell her the truth and wreck even more of what she thought. I finally said, "Like I said earlier, with me not growing up in the church and doing all of that stuff before I went back to church and got married to Madison, my views on it are probably different then most in our religion. I also grew up with parents that were never married but lived together and were in love, so that affects my thoughts on it as well."
"I see," Taylor said. "I guess not growing up in the church could give you different values. But, has that changed since Madison?"
"It can change on a daily basis," I told her.
"Makes sense," she responded.
"But, what I think shouldn't change how you think or feel. If you're going on a date and his end goal is to get you in bed and it's not what you want, then don't let him force you. Waiting for marriage is great and there is nothing wrong with it and don't let anybody convince you otherwise," I said. "Any man would be lucky to have you. You're beautiful, fun, smart, and you're going to do great things."
"Thanks, Christopher," Taylor said.
"Was that the only question you had? I thought you said you had a few," I asked her.
Taylor laughed and said, "Actually, I do have one more. Can I use you as a reference on a job application?"
