Cougar House Ep. 024: Goodness Gracias

Cabot Ross had spent the night with Maria Salazar snuggling after some intense sex for over three hours straight. Giving in to slumber they awoke together at the chorus of singing lovebirds outside her apartment window. Was that a hint?

"Good morning." Maria smiles looking over as his eyelids lift reluctantly, she had been awake watching him slumber, enjoying his company overnight.

"Morning." He turns his head to face her at an angle, stretching the kinks out from their earlier entanglement. Once he resumes normalcy, Cabot stares back at her for long moments to witness her hairs curls dangling across her face in the sexiest of poses, her left cheek laying over her hands on a cushy pillow. He had to breath before even acknowledging her, making an unexpected observation, "Those are some pretty amazing eyes Maria."

"Gracias Senor Cabot. Yours are very blue. May I swim in them?"

"As long as you skinny dip."

"I AM still without clothing." She lifts her sheet away to expose her stunning body.

"I noticed that." He swiftly rolls over her golden body to lay on top of her as she follows his lead on to her back. Cabot's arms lifting his upper body over her to peer down between them at her crushed together breasts with the most perfect set of nipples he had ever seen, strangely even better than his landlady's. Was that even possible? Nudging his erection back inside her pink pussy with a slow entry of his enormous crown, she gasps at his girth. Claiming his cheeks with her palms, holding him firmly to explore his emotions she melts. The crown in pressing forth smothers amid succulent lips and burrows deep to linger. It was her time to breath, failing miserably.

"I have never gone so many times. You will spoil me." She stares deeply into his gaze.

"Beauty makes a guy want more. I personally love fucking you."

She giggles wrinkling her nose, "You may share my bed more often."

"And, you can come out to our house and share mine. There's a swimming pool to skinny dip in without getting lost in my eyes. At least there we have a life preserver."

"Senora Margo would be agreeable to this?"

"Why wouldn't she be?"

"I see how you look at her, how easily she took her clothing off in front of you."

"Jealous?"

"Nada. I only try to understand your connection with her."

"Yeah, she's pretty openminded."

"She went home with your friend naked. He too has...connections?"

"We're all roommates. There's two others, Brian and Eric. Yes, Margo runs naked in front of all of us." He continues his own swim diving deep and surfacing, only to dive deeper inside her. Each thrust making Maria arch her back and move her hands to his shoulders. "Somehow I think you're pretty openminded too. You took your uniform off without worrying about who saw you."

"I...wanted you to want me."

"I do want you. You're freaking Salma Hayek. Hotter than her even."

"The actress? Evita."

"Sure. Whoever Evita is."

"Peron. Even I know History."

"Picturing an old woman here. Might wanna chill on that if you want my dick hard. Is that why you work at a Senor citizens home? Notice I said Senor instead of Senior?"

"It was very funny. I will keep you mucho hard." She whispers with alluring eyes, yearning for his attention.

"Tell me about yourself. Guatemala right? How did you end up here? No family?"

"I have family in Guatemala City. Four sisters. Mucho trouble there so I escape. My sisters send me to America for safety. They are much older than I. Mucho crime and violence there. They knew I would be taken and sold into slavery."

"Slavery?"

"Yes. Sold off too many men."

"Ahhh. Prostitution."

"Yes, I would die very young."

"You seem to like sex when it's not bad news."

"I love sex. I just do not wish to be mistreated, unless it is with...someone I might care about."

"Gotcha. Are you...expecting a relationship?" He slowed up in his thrusting, studying her misery at the loss of tender penetrations.

"I wish only to have a caring companion. If I never see you again...I will cry."

"Oh, you can count on my seeing you again. I love this pussy and that tight ass. You haven't even sucked my dick yet."

"Is this all you wish of me? Sex?"

"No. I think you're pretty awesome. Dating doesn't always have to be fucking."

"This I like to hear." She clutches his face again, "Have no worry it will always lead to this."

"Nice! Movie night next time?"

"Evita?" She snickers.

"I was thinking more of Speedy Gonzales cartoons." He hits her pussy hard making her cry out at his impacting rhythm. He even went so far as to mock the Mexican Mouse with, "ARRIBA ARRIBA ANDALE ANDALE!" After hearing him she shared in his moaning laughter, seconds later he admits, "Pretty much the only Spanish I know."

"That is all you need. Harder, Cabot. Faster."

"Mouse in the house."

"Hacienda." She giggles.

"There too."

He tore the bitch up. Even her neighbors heard her screaming in Spanish with each explosive orgasm. Maria Salazar's heart was beating a million miles a minute. Cabot's? Faster for sure. Knowing he had a lunch shift at Hilltop, the restaurant he worked at, Cabot warned her of his last time, before having to end their lovemaking. She embraced one more doggy style session allowing him to cum inside her, birth control her only guarantee of not getting pregnant. A risk she was willing to take. Cabot just wasn't smart enough to wear a condom. He needed to work on that.

Showering together Maria lured him into one more time up against her shower wall before dropping to her knees in the torrent of water to give him her first BJ sample. Cabot Ross just couldn't stop nutting. She swallowed every drop and smiled up at him, "¿Te complaceré?" His nod was good enough.

Watching him get dressed from her closet doorway, she handed him Margo's pale blue dress, neatly hung up last night before anything between them escalated. Maria knew respect. Wearing only her towel she waited until he was fully attired then walked him to her front door. Snatching her up to his chest like a Clark Gable movie she yelped as he followed up with a sweltering kiss that made her swoon. Hearing someone else leaving their apartment he waited until the person was right behind him on the concrete hallway onlooking the parking lot just beyond a rail. Without warning he pulled Maria's towel from her body and dropped it to the carpet. Their lips never parted for even a second. Cabot knew the other tenant had seen his gift and lifted her up to switch positions.

Her ass feeling the chill of morning made her tense up, goosebumps rushing to say hello to the viewer on the other side. Eyes open Cabot was curious to see whom it was. To his shock he discovered a gorgeous blond with her hair pinned up wearing a jogging outfit consisting of short blue spandex shorts and a sports bra. Meeting eyes with Cabot she winked at him then let her crystal blue eyes lower to take in Maria's stunning backside. Mouthing the words, "Good job." The girl took her leave.

Feeding upon Maria for another minute of lost time passion, he picked her up once again and twisted in step to be on the outside once more. Peeling away from her lips slowly he whispers, "I have to go." Pouting she clung to him and planted her cheek over his heart.

"You give me chills Senor Cabot."

"That's just the morning air waking you up." He chuckles.

"You would show me off." She lifts her cheek to now pose with her chin embedded where her cheek vacated, looking up at him with unwavering eyes.

"I just felt evil for a second there. Beauty should never ever be hidden away. Mad for what I did just now?"

"Nada. I have never felt more alive. Thank you Cabot. When will I see you again?" She winks, "When will you allow the world to see me again?"

"You liked that switcharoo didn't you?"

"It...was quite thrilling. I do not know any of my neighbors. I hope they approved."

"Pretty sure they did. I saw her checking out your sexy ass."

"Her? Oh mi! Dios mio. Which neighbor was it?"

"Gonna leave you guessing." He laughs and steals one last kiss this time dragging her outside her apartment door to the landing. She squealed at his taunting of her flesh in the light breeze, her nipples deadly fierce from the cascade. Another door opening, further down he heard a man talking over his cell and glanced left to see him locking his apartment door. Wearing a business suit Cabot suddenly grew jealous, he was pretty rugged in appearance. Not wanting competition he backs Maria into her apartment. Kiss parting with a final tug to her bottom lip led him to nudge her further back and close her front door behind him. She caught a glimpse of the man in passing and knew exactly why Cabot had sent her inside. The man was gorgeous.

"Have a good day Senor Cabot." She whispers as the door latches. Palming the door the moment it clicked Maria Salazar twirled in step and pressed her back against the door pouting. She missed him already.

Downstairs Cabot located his Grandmother's car and began to unlock it when he heard a voice behind him say, "Lucky girl." Pausing to locate the voice he discovers the blond on a mountain bike bending over the bike to relock her padlock and chain to the bike rack, which had been chained outside. Her ass was certainly tight and full of life. Wearing a bicycle helmet with pads on both knees and elbows she still looked hot.

"Lucky guy too." He chuckles.

"You looked cute together."

"Thanks. Not sure why, but I never guessed you to be a biker."

"You noticed me this time, I'm impressed. Every morning ritual. I like keeping fit. I run and cycle. You don't remember me do you?"

Taken back by her sudden familiarity he studies her better but comes up blank. "Sorry. Bad memory I guess. Not sure why because I usually don't forget hotness."

"There's the jock in you. I ran track for the Hanson Gamecocks when you were a junior. I was a senior at the time. Older by a year."

"The Hands on Cocks." He recalled her schools overly sexual name. "Nice!"

"How they didn't change their team name I'll never know. Grace Goode seeing as I'm sure you don't know my name. You ran a mean 400 meters."

"Watch my ass the entire run?" He chuckles.

"Did you watch mine? You'd remember me if you did." She pats her cute ass with a smack, barely muffled by her shorts. "Seeing as I remember yours that answers that."

"Too much going on back then. Sorry."

"Too many girls back then too." She razzes him, "Is Maria your girlfriend?"

"You know Maria?"

"Not at all, only by the name on her mailbox. I'm nosey that way. She's beautiful."

"That she is. She's not really my girlfriend, we just met last night."

"Stealing her dresses?" Grace points at the blue dress over his shoulder.

"My landlady's actually."

"You get around." She giggles.

"Not as much as you think. We visited my Grandmother last night at the nursing home. Maria works there. My landlady let her borrow the dress for us to go out, spur of the moment. We didn't actually go out." He laughs, "Ended up here. It was a cool gesture on Margo's part though."

"Margo?"

"My landlady Margo Needy."

"Wow! Darryl Needy's wife. You go big don't you Track star?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Margo Needy's name is almost bigger than her husbands. Model turned Coach's...wife." She trails away her words then returns with a grin, "She's pretty hot for her age."

"Still in her 20's mentally. Not far behind in her visuals. She's cool as hell."

"I bet. So, if you have her dress...she loaned it to Maria...where did that leave Margo?"

"Pretty cold." He chuckles. "I have to get to work before I'm late. Bad enough I'm wearing yesterdays clothes. I don't have time to go change."

"You still look good."

"So do you Goode." He winks.

"You don't even remember me." She rolls her eyes.

"I will from this moment on." He opens his car door then pauses before hopping in, "Wait a minute...weren't you the Preacher's kid? I recall hearing boys talk about you now. You had braces and weren't as..." He points at her chest.

"Heavenly? Yep, the clouds billowed up nicely in a years time." She lifts her tits with gloved hands and shifts them about for a pleasing visual of compressed 36C's, her sports bra constricting their fullness.

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That Preacher's daughters are wild."

"Everything you've heard is true. Go Big Cocks! We've got Game. Go Gamecocks." Grace was never a cheerleader but she recalled the verses. Of course that verse was only used off the field. Applying her palms in prayer mode she then curls her fingers as if holding a big boy dick stroking it off. "Go to work Cabot Ross. See you around." She set her bike in motion and began peddling away, lifting her tight ass off of her seat to wiggle at him. Cabot Ross would definitely remember her now. He also knew where she lived. Looking up at Maria's door he sighed. He definitely needed to reel in his hormones.

Needy Manor, 7 miles outside of Wildwood...

Heath Talbot sat on his bed going through the school yearbook. Flipping pages on a search for a certain someone that had been on his mind of late. Locating class pictures, primarily group shots of the Faculty he spots the woman on his mind. Spanish Teacher among other qualified courses Frannie the Fannie Filmore was a very busty woman with long flowing strawberry blond hair and a light complexion. Not lily white, but faintly tanned. Amazing green eyes are recalled even through a black and white photograph. All through school Heath had a crush on her, knowing through rumors that she had a wild side away from her duties as Teacher. He never completely believed in the rumors because she was married to a Wildwood Cop by the name of Riley Filmore. Surely she wasn't that wild if she had to put on a decency act to protect his reputation. Right?

"Fuck she's beautiful." This was the only woman other than Margo Needy to keep his attention of late. He was pretty picky, being with Margo and living the good life along with his buddies was great. His dominant side rising up more each day made him do a lot of soul searching, trying to define who he was and what he wanted from life. He knew he had a good thing going with Margo, but there was that nagging fantasy over his old Teacher.

Brian Hancock had recently encouraged him to at least stop by and see how she was doing. He knew that she taught summer classes for those less fortunate to keep their grades up. It was a thought. He had matured quite a bit physically over the last year, working out with his buddies to keep in shape. What worried him was rejection. "Let's do this dammit." After he took a shower of course, his dick still stank of Margo Needy and their off road encounter after picking her up from the nursing home. Hearing her own shower he saved water and just took one with her. For once his hard on was being saved...just in case. Margo washed him thoroughly and merely kissed him and his dick goodbye. An hour and a half later he would take a huge risk.

Meanwhile, back in Wildwood at Hilltop Restaurant...

Cabot Ross parked his new ride along the outskirts of the parking area. Almost embarrassed by his Grandmothers car, especially her license plate. The car itself could be dealt with, it was far better than the vehicle he had. Still had. Lower mileage and less rust at least. Grabbing his small knapsack he headed inside the restaurant. It was still early and wasn't open to the public just yet, but he liked to help out a bit in the kitchen prep just to feel as if he had a future. Entering through the front entrance he was met by a middle aged woman who still had her youthful vigor. At 40 Tracy Edwards was holding on to her figure. A good bra helped. Seeing Cabot looking chipper made her greet him with a grin of her own, "Morning Cabot."

"Hey Tracy. Did you dye your hair?" He notes a difference from the last time he worked with her.

"You noticed. Not even my husband commented on it. He rarely looks at me these days anyways." She rolls her eyes with a frown. "It was time to hide the grey."

"Looking hot."

"That's sweet. I'm off at 4:00." Tracy plays with a dangling curl over her right cheek. She wasn't serious but she did enjoy flirting. In passing Cabot merely winked and complimented her with a peck on the cheek knowing it made her day. Cabot Ross did have a lot of heart.

"Where's my kiss?" Another feminine voice called from the seating area where a very cute black girl was filling condiments. The girl was easily Lupita N'Yongo, her smile glowing at his arrival.

"Hi Nikki." He swerves in his travels with swagger and kisses her on the cheek making her giggle. "Pick up your sister alright?"

"I did. That kiss gave me goosebumps." She shivers dramatically, her breasts jiggling beneath her shoulder less white top offering soft, silky flesh and a well constructed clavicle. "Thank you again for working my shift so that I could make the drive to Philly. She should be here any minute, Nelson gave her a part time job here to get her started. She's staying with me until she can get her own place."

"Awesome. Let me hit my locker I could really use some cologne. Long nighter." He winks.

"I wasn't going to say because I'm much too polite." She winks then waves her hand in front of her face to dispel body odor. "Who's the lucky girl?"

"That bad?" He lifts his arm to smell his pits, that was not the odor she meant. "I took a shower."

"Didn't help." She flares her big brown eyes, "The scent of sex drives me crazy, so I'll say no. Better hurry before I attack you."

"No hurry." He winks and looks around him for prying eyes before moving behind her and nuzzling her neck, rolling his exhales slowly across her shoulder. She sighs heavily, "Why do you tease me like that when you have no intention of taking me to bed?"

"Never know. Foreplay for a rainy day." He moves back to her ear and blows into it, before whirling in step to take his leave.

"I am so going to ride that boy." She puffs her cheeks and shakes off her hormones.

Reaching the backroom he opens his provided locker to find a spray can of Axe Apollo and scents up to his satisfaction. Even going so far as to spritz his crotch. Not that anyone was going to sniff his crotch, it was just an insecure move after having sex with Maria. Their quick shower likely not enough, considering they did have sex in said shower. If he had known he was going to stay the night, or for that matter even meet the girl of his dreams he would have prepared better and brought a change of clothing. Girl of his dreams...so why was the neighbor girl Grace Goode on his thoughts? He barely recalled her from High School, yet once she did strike his thoughts he remembered the old her over the much better new version. Grace had turned out pretty fucking beautiful. "Why am I meeting her now? Maria is perfect, now I'm eyeballing Grace? Then. there's Margo...not that Margo is anything more than a hot lover, she's not take home to meet the parents type." He sighs, "I'm surprised my folks haven't even talked about my moving out to the Needy place. Dad's been too absorbed over Grandma the last month to really stress over me, that and he knows I'm smart enough to stay out of trouble. Mom's the snoop, yet of late even she's been distraught. Maybe I'm too smart for my own good, but I feel like Mom's hiding something, afraid to question me over my choice to move out to Margo's. Anyways, I better get clocked in, I can think about all of this later." His thoughts were only going to become more complicated.

11:00 AM...Speaking of complicated...

Heath Talbot had driven around Wildwood High School six times in his Nissan Xterra, having skipped work today in favor of dealing with something that had been weighing heavy on him of late. Less something, more someone.