Mark and Louise did not get a chance to get together again that week, and on Friday afternoon, Mark left for home for a couple of days. Before he drove off, he looked at Louise with puppy dog eyes, and pledged eternal love. Louise smiled and sent him off with a light kiss on the cheek. Mark was very special, but she did not want him to fall in love with her.
That evening, there was only Steve and Lonnie at dinner. Jeremy and Bonnie were off camping together, and Danny Kaiser was spending the weekend at home. Louise was anticipating a pleasant evening of conversation with the two young men, when Steve stood up from the dinner table and announced, "Well, I'm out of here till Sunday night."
Disappointed, Louise asked, "Oh? Where to?"
"Believe it or not, I have a job interview-slash-luncheon at a very prestigious law firm tomorrow afternoon. I think they are checking me out for a clerkship. Anyway, I have to stay overnight, and then play golf on Sunday morning. I haven't played in a while. I hope that I don't make a fool of myself." Steve carried his plate to the sink.
"Good luck, man," Lonnie said around a mouthful of cherry pie and ice cream.
"Yes, good luck. I'm sure you'll do fine. Do you need a suit pressed, or a shirt ironed? I'd be glad to do it for you," Louise said.
"No, but thanks. Everything's ready, and I've got to get dressed and get going. It will take at least an hour to get there, and there's a cocktail party at eight."
Fifteen minutes later, Steve appeared wearing a freshly pressed pair of Levi's Dockers, and a very nice pullover sport shirt. He looked very handsome, Louise thought. "My my," she said, "you look very nice. I'm sure you will make a fine impression."
"Thanks. Here's the number of where I can be reached if you need me." He handed her a slip of paper. Then he was out the door.
Louise sat down at the table. "Well, Lonnie, what are your plans for tonight?"
"If it's okay with you, I thought I would watch the baseball game in the living room on the big color TV and drink a couple of beers."
"That's fine with me. I was going to just read, but I may watch it with you."
"Good deal," he said. "I'd like some company. This is probably my last free weekend until the end of the football season anyway."
That evening, Louise and Lonnie watched the Atlanta Braves play the Chicago Cubs. Louise did not care who won, but Lonnie was an Atlanta fan, and he enthused over every Atlanta run, and agonized over every Chicago one. He sat on one end of the couch, and Louise sat on the other, and from time to time, she caught him looking at her long, tanned legs. She was wearing a pair of cutoffs and a chambray shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned. And she was not wearing a bra.
Louise thought of Lonnie as a big, friendly physical guy. He played guard on the football team, and his shoulders and arms with massive and rock-hard.
He had huge thighs and big, rough-looking hands. His knuckles were a bit scarred.
When she returned from a trip to the bathroom, she sat down quite a bit closer to him. He looked at her closely for a second, then went back to the game. Louise sat forward and leaned over his lap, saying, "I need some popcorn, Lonnie." She let her breast rub briefly against his thigh while she gathered a handful.
The living room was getting darker by the minute, as dusk deepened into night. By the fourth inning of the ball game, Louise and Lonnie sat in nearly total darkness, the only light coming from the television set. They drank beer, ate popcorn, watched TV, and gradually became more comfortable with each other. By her third beer, Louise fancied that she could feel the warmth from his big body washing over her. He smelled good, too: sort of clean, male and musky all at the same time. Eventually, Louise began leaning against him. He put his arm around her and drew her close, but did not touch her breast.
Louise cuddled close to him and gently rubbed his chest and belly. He took a deep breath, leaned down, and kissed her lightly on the lips. She responded by kissing him back, snaking her tongue past his lips.
He hugged her harder, and the kiss increased in intensity, until they were locked together passionately. Louise was a bit light-headed. He was so strong and so manly! She reached down, and ran her hand lightly over the large bulge in his loose sweat pants. He took her hand, and placed it inside, on his large erect cock. Lonnie groaned as Louise grasped it firmly and gave it a pump or two. Now he was fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. She leaned back from him and said, "Here darling, let me help you." Then she removed her shirt, and put her hands underneath her breasts, offering them to him to suckle. Lonnie buried his face in the deep valley between her firm titties, breathing in her sweet, womanly fragrance. He took a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, then bit it slightly. Louise gasped.
