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The morning sun caressed Paul's face as he dozed in the king-sized bed, his tan, muscular body stark against the white cotton sheets.
He had yet to open his eyes but he sensed a sound. A knocking, and a movement. Someone getting off the bed. Through squinted eyes, he could see Maddie putting on a robe and moving to the front door.
She was greeting someone. A woman. He could see Maddie bring her index finger to her lips, signaling the woman to keep her voice down, as she closed the front door behind her.
Through one eye, he could see Maddie taking the woman by the arm and walking down the driveway towards the back yard.
The woman looked concerned.
From where he lay in bed, Paul could see the two women standing in the garden, talking animatedly. But he couldn't hear their voices.
He reached out his long arm and gently turned a crank handle to open the window slightly.
Their voices were clearly audible now.
"But you were crying for the longest time," the woman was saying. "I was really worried."
"I told you I wasn't crying," Maddie answered.
"Well, what were you doing? Were you hurt? You sounded like you were in terrible pain. And it went on and on and on."
Maddie looked around, exasperated.
"Allyson, please. You're a wonderful neighbor and I love the fact that you're concerned about me. But I'm fine. I'm not hurt. I'm not sad. Not in the slightest."
"Well, I'm relieved about that. I've never heard anyone moaning and crying so hard. I was worried. I mean, at one point, you were practically screaming."
Maddie put her hand on Allyson's shoulder.
"I think somebody's been watching too many scary movies lately. Maybe you should keep your windows shut from now on."
"You know I can't sleep without fresh air. C'mon, let's have a cup of coffee."
She started to walk towards Maddie's back door. Maddie grabbed her arm.
"You can't go in there. I mean, I'm not sure I have any coffee at the moment."
"That's ok. We can have tea. I'm not particular."
Maddie stopped her again.
"We can't have tea either. I... uh..."
"Maddie, what's going on?"
She looked at her friend, then back at the cottage.
"Is somebody in there?" Allyson asked.
Maddie sighed.
"Yes."
"Who?"
"You don't know him."
"Him?"
Maddie realized she would have to come clean.
"I had a friend over last night. He's still asleep."
"He stayed the night?" she whispered.
Maddie nodded, shrugging. Allyson looked back at the cottage.
"So, all that moaning and groaning..."
Maddie raised her eyebrows, her eyes wide.
"We had quite the night."
"Oh my God! Maddie! You minx!"
Maddie grinned and made a face.
"It was amazing!"
She grabbed Maddie's arm.
"Tell me. Everything. Oh my God, you sounded like you were loving it."
Allyson's voice got very quiet, conspiratorial.
"Did you cum?"
Maddie held up five fingers.
"Five times? In one night?"
"Maybe it was six. I lost count. I think I blacked out at one point."
Allyson's mouth was agape.
"Because it was so good?"
Maddie nodded, then leaned in, whispering.
"He's very energetic."
"Oh my God! Maddie, I can't believe it!"
She leaned in, close.
"Is he big?"
"Allyson, please!"
"I'm just curious! This is as close as I'll ever get to getting laid."
Maddie sighed again.
"Yes, he's big. But he's not
too
big. You know what I mean? He's the perfect size. It was heavenly."
"Ohhhh," Allyson said, imagining. "Like how big?"
"Eight? Nine? I'm not sure."
"Nine inches? You're kidding me!"
Maddie shushed her.
"And he's thick too."
Allyson's eyes rolled back.
"I'm so f-ing jealous."
"I better get back. In case he wants a little morning roll in the hay."
She gave her friend a look, then turned to head back.
"I want details!"
Maddie headed back to the front while Allyson staggered back to her cottage next door.
Seeing the two women were done with their conversation, Paul curled up with his pillow and pretended to sleep.
The cottage door opened and Maddie let herself in. She closed the door quietly.
She could see Paul laying on the bed, looking fast asleep. She took off her robe, draped it on a chair, then climbed between the sheets, naked.
She moved next to him, her hand finding his washboard abs.
"Hey," he said, softly.
"Good morning," she whispered.
She snuggled next to him and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked.
"Great. This bed's so much better than the couch I'm sleeping on these days. How'd you sleep?"
"Wonderfully. You really wore me out last night."
He softly touched the hair next to her face.
"I had a great time. You were incredibly sexy. Who knew acting out your fantasies could be so fun?"
She looked at him and smiled, then planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
He turned his body to face her, slipping his muscular arm around her torso.
His body felt warm and inviting, his skin silky soft. They lay on their sides, face to face.
"Why are you sleeping on a couch these days?"
"Just biding my time, staying at different friends' places. Waiting til school starts this fall."
"And then where will you go?"
"Don't know. I'll have to find a place to rent near campus, I guess.
"Until then, you're living a nomadic life."
"Yeah. I was staying with Siobhan for a while. Then, she left for school and I had to move out."
"What about your parents' house?"
"You mean, my foster parents? They moved to Arizona a couple years ago."
"Can you stay with them?"
He shook his head.
"No, they made it clear I was on my own when I turned 18. Besides, there's no ocean in Arizona."
He smiled, but she could see the sadness in his eyes.
"How's your relationship with them?" she asked softly.
He shook his head.
"Not great."
She registered this. How hard it must be for him, she thought. Cast out on his own at such a tender age. She wanted to pull him to her breast and comfort him.
Instead, she caught his gaze with her own.
"You're welcome to stay here with me. As long as you need to."
His eyes got misty and he embraced her. Tightly.
"Thank you, Maddie," he whispered.
They lay holding each other for the longest time.
Paul felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. For her tenderness and kindness. For her generosity, both as a teacher and a lover.
He could hardly believe where he was. In her bed. Mrs. Engle. Maddie. His favorite teacher in high school. The one he used to fantasize about.
He always felt a connection with her. The way she'd smile at him in class. After he made a particularly cogent comment. She made him feel like he was special. Like he had something to offer.
He had good relationships with other teachers too. He was a good student overall, at least in the classes that interested him. But he always felt something special for Mrs. Engle.
Her class was a kind of refuge for him. He could learn about books and ideas that took him away from his home life. An alcoholic foster Mom. A disengaged foster Dad.
Mrs. Engle threw him a lifeline when he needed it most.
And on top of all that, she was so classy! And so hot! A gorgeous face, long graceful legs, round hips, and big, luscious breasts.
And now they were laying in her bed. Stark naked. Their bodies fused together. She smelled amazing and her full breasts were pressed against his chest.
No wonder his cock was getting harder.
Damn, how is it he's always ready for me?
Maddie was amazed by Paul's libido. Her ex-husband was nowhere near as virile. One and done was his motto. And even then, she felt like she had to do most of the work just to get him ready.
Her relationship with her ex started out well. They'd met in an airport in Athens. He was dashing in his pilot's uniform and she was a 19-year-old knockout.
They had a whirlwind romance on Santorini and she was swept off her feet. They married within a year.