Just then, Tom's roommate George walked up to the counter in search of a cup of coffee. Time to go fishing, thought Lin.
"Hi, hi, hi, George!"
"Hullo, Lin. How are you doing today?"
"I'm doing better, now that I have such a handsome good boy to chat with. Not in a hurry are you?"
"No, I'm just studying today, looking to wake up with a cup of coffee."
She poured him a cup and set it in front of him. "For you for free," she added, looking him up and down unabashedly.
He put a five-dollar tip in her jar.
"Coffee is over-rated for waking up."
"Really? How do you like to wake up?"
Lin leaned over the counter, looking up at the tall athlete, and pushed her tits together with her elbows on the counter to display her modest but firm and delightful cleavage to him. She used to be shy about flirting with all these stunning young men, but now it was second nature to her. She looked side to side to make sure nobody was in earshot or particularly watching. She was still a modest woman. Then she whispered not so softly, "I like to wake up by having a man shoot inside me. It wakes me right up."
George's eyes widened and his adam's apple bobbed up and down. "You're married... right? Your husband must be very happy."
"I'm separated from my husband. He did something very bad to me, and I won't see him anymore. I'm very lonely in my new place. And my sciatica hurts me all the time."
"Separated? Does that mean broken up?"
"We're broken up, yes."
"Well, that's sad."
"How about you? Of course such a tall, handsome boy like you has a beautiful girlfriend to wake up every day? Maybe one for each day of the week?"
"Ha ha. I wish. I'm afraid not."
"Why on Earth not?"
"I'm busy with school. I need to train several hours a day to be on the swim team. Then there's my nursing studies. Being Tom's roommate helps a lot because he's such a good partner and study buddy, but my life is swimming, studying, and sleeping. That's it."
"The right girlfriend for you doesn't have to take much time. You like girls, right?"
"Oh yes, ma'am, very much."
"You want a girlfriend, right?"
"I so desperately want a girlfriend. I've never had one," he confessed, shyly.
"Oh, it's hard to believe it. Are you too picky? You want a high school girl? You want one much younger and prettier than me, right?"
"Oh, no, ma'am. You're very beautiful. I've always dreamed of having a girlfriend as pretty as you."
"Oh you flatterer." She gave herself permission to just look at George and his powerful frame for a couple of minutes. He stood there, his eyes locked on her, fidgeting with and sipping his coffee, growing more agitated. He towered over her, well over six feet tall, and had an insanely tight and muscular body, dark brown hair, and doe-like green eyes. Otherwise, his skin was quite pale. Stunning.
She had a momentary concern that she might actually start dripping from her panties onto the floor. She could easily feel that her panties were already totaled, and she had barely gotten started with this boy. She examined him further, and by the look of things, she very well might need every bit of lubrication she could produce. She could see a bulge. She actually started worrying that he might be too big for her.
"You just need a low maintenance girlfriend. I'll find you one, okay? I'll teach you."
"Okay," replied George, a little stunned, and willing to agree to practically anything coming out of her mouth at this point. He was already mesmerized.
"We'll start right away," she continued. "How much time do you have right now?"
"Well, I have three and a half hours until my next workout."
"Okay, that's plenty of time," she concluded. "Walk with me." She lifted a section of the counter to let him into the shop. He ducked and squeezed into the shop. She shut and locked the front of the shop. Then she led him out the back door. "We could walk to my place, but let's drive, okay?"
"Gosh, okay," breathed George. She saw he was bulging a bit more. Maybe pulsing. It was distracting her. "What about closing your shop? Won't your customers be unhappy?" he asked innocently.
"Business is slow today anyway," she lied. He was a moron, talking his way out of her sweet pussy like that. She would teach him, but, first things first.
She stuffed him into her passenger seat, got behind the wheel, and drove the short distance down the street and around the back of her landlord's house to her very private granny unit. Then she unlocked her door as he clambered out of her passenger seat. She locked the car with her fob and carefully ushered him into her new place. What a way to break it in! She was grinning ear to ear. She hoped it didn't look too much like an evil grin.
"Ready to learn?"
"Y-yes, ma'am," he stammered.
She pushed him down to sit on the couch. He was impossibly tall and muscular, but at least now she could reach some of him. She excitedly climbed onto his lap and straddled him face-to-face. She was glad his hips were narrow enough for it to be comfortable. She would have a lot of cowboy with this one. He had on these kind of stretchy athletic pants, not too revealing, loose enough to be comfortable. He felt big down there. She adjusted her skirt so that the wet region of her panties was now busily soaking into the athletic pants restraining his cock.
"Learning anything?"
"You feel so good on my lap..."
"I want you to treat me like you would a girlfriend, okay?"
"Will you please just be my girlfriend?"
"Okay," she smiled.
"Okay," George breathed, then tried to kiss Lin a bit too forcefully and bonked their heads together. She didn't care, and soon they were lashing tongues successfully. No more stupidity from her like holding back kisses. She was her own woman, unrestrained. She would give this one all of her body and skills, whatever he wanted, whatever she wanted, with no fear and no holding back.
"Uhh, there's a problem."
"Are you hurting?"
"No it feels wonderful, but—"
"You have a disease?"
"Heavens no! I'm an athlete—"
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"My stuff, it comes out quick."
"Good, very good."
"It's not a problem?"
"No, that's natural! I'm a very pretty woman! You want to shoot in me right now, right?"
"Oh, I'm afraid so! I'm trying to hold it in—"
"Wait! Let's get your dick out!" Lin advised, "I want to check it." She jumped off his lap and he stood up agitatedly. She pulled down his stretch pants. A blue speedo was clamping that sizable cock down like a vise. It looked uncomfortable. She started working the speedo off him. She noted that he was completely shaved like some freak: his legs, everything.
She had a momentary unsavory feeling like she was molesting some kind of child. Then he shimmied out of his shirt and she saw his defined abs and powerful chest and shoulders. Also, although his legs were hairless, they were giant pillars of chiseled muscle. This was no child - this was a god. She was gobsmacked by his physical beauty. She felt something twist deep in her pelvis, like a cramp, like she was letting down eggs or something. Wouldn't it be something if this young titan knocked her up? She would keep it - no argument allowed from anyone.
George's cock was big and very excited-looking. Lin took the speedos off the rest of the way. She wanted to touch it, but she was afraid it would go off, and she wanted it to be good for him. Dammit, she wanted his first seed for her in her puss, ideally all over up in there mixing with those eggs she felt.
She threw off her skirt, climbed out of her panties, and dragged him to the bed. She perched herself on the side of the bed and spread her legs widely and seductively. "Bring yourself right in here. Okay, lean down and hold yourself up so you don't crush me. George's cock was already touching her opening. He didn't even know. "Oh sweetie." She was overcome. She was so excited. George was shaking.
"Okay now, push your hips forward," her hands were there momentarily to guide him so he wouldn't pop out. Then she heard herself whimper, "Oh-my-god," and she gripped the bed tightly with both hands as he slowly and shakily entered her further.
"Are you okay?"
"Okay, just rock your hips back and forth a little until it feels smooth. Yes! Then keep going in." It just kept getting wider and longer in her, filling her up in the most delicious way, her twisting shaking twat muscles effortlessly dilated by her new godlike boyfriend. "Oh! My-god," she breathed again, and stretched, and stretched with such incredible pressure but without pain, only pleasure from her new man. It just kept opening her. She was a fertile field and he was an enormous godlike plow.
His hips were pressing and shaking against her opening and everything down there. His face looked sweet to her, and it looked like he was about to pass out. "Sweetie, you're doing so good! It feels wonderful! Feeling god - I mean - good?"
"Oh yeah," he whimpered.
"Congratulations! You're not a virgin anymore!"
