"Yes, Ivy," John whispered, "You know I'm married."
"Yeah, but I just assumed that you two were divorced, or at least separated," said Ivy, sitting up in the bed and pulling the sheet up around her bare breasts.
"Why would you think that?" asked John with a puzzled look on his face.
"Well I never see the two of you together, so..."
"Oh, yeah, that, well Ivy, she works a lot, I think it's to avoid spending time with me," said John, climbing out of bed and sliding his jeans back on.
"Well she must be a total loser then, I would never avoid you, especially in the bedroom," cooed Ivy, giving John her sexiest grin.
Just then, from Ivy's open upstairs bedroom window, John heard a commotion coming from across the street.
"Fuck, that's my wife now, I need to go, Ivy," he said, then he bent down and gave his new lover a smouldering kiss.
"When will I see you again?" she asked.
"Well we do live right across the street, baby, but it won't be too long, I promise," said John, making his way out of the bedroom.
Ivy watched him leave, taking in the perfection of his sexy ass tucked so tightly in his faded jeans. She slid back down into bed, closing her eyes and remembering the lust that had taken place beneath these very sheets, not more then an hour ago.
As she replayed John's sexy words in her head, she began to get turned on again. She could still feel his hot flesh pressed into hers. She could feel his hands all over her body, never missing an inch. And most of all, she could still feel his cock ramming in and out of her young 19 year old pussy.
Her nipples began to harden again, rising to perfect little cones. She knew her parents weren't due home for another hour or so, so she relaxed and slid the wrinkled sheet down to her ankles.
She spread her gorgeous legs wide open, yet again. She got chills when she felt the cool breeze from the open window dance across her pussy, which was still very much sticky with John's cum. She arched her back and slid her fingers down between her thighs, her fingertips wasting no time finding the clit, which had already began to swell up again.
She moaned and slithered up and down the warm sheets, riding each thrust of her slender fingers. She could feel the gooey, warm cum coating her flesh and it made her even hotter. She placed her feet on the footboard, using it to push her slutty teen body up and down. The harder she rode, the louder she moaned until finally her climax hit her like a freight train.
To her surprise, she screamed out John's name over and over. As she laid there trembling she realized that she could never love John, but she could and would definitely possess him.
Again, Ivy's sly wicked grin appeared on her face when she leaned over and realized she had never turned the bath water off. She laughed knowing that if she didn't get this mess cleaned up, there would be no more afternoon rendezvous with John, she would be grounded until she was dead!
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Later that afternoon, Ivy was in the kitchen with her mother preparing lunch for her father.
"Guess who I ran into today at the store," said Gina, Ivy's mother.
"Mmm, no idea, Mom, who?"
"The lady across the street," answered Gina.
Ivy almost choked on the carrot she was eating.
"Oh my, Ivy, are you alright honey?" asked Gina, patting her daughter's back.
