I had just become a full-fledged adult when I was hired by a noted engineering firm near Atlanta. The outfit had signed me up during a multiple-company job-interviewing day my last year in college.
My mother reminded me that my cousin Paul lived in Atlanta. She suggested that I visit him, even though I hadn’t seen him and his wife, Jennifer, since I was twelve years old. Several months later, I found their address in the phone book and decided to pay them a surprise visit.
It was late afternoon when I rang their doorbell. Jen answered the door, barefooted and wearing shorts and a T-shirt. “May I help you?” she asked.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
“No. Should I?”
“Sure. You and your husband once bought me a banana split.”
She had a puzzled expression as she blurted, “Al--bert?”
“That’s me.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, you’re all grown up,” she said as she grabbed me in a big bear hug and pulled me inside.
For the next ten minutes or so, we gabbed about a lot of things. Paul was out of town and would be gone for another week. He’s operations vice-president of a huge food processing and distribution conglomerate, and is responsible for all states east of the Mississippi. His position allows him to come home as often as he likes, but apparently he doesn’t care to.
I had been admiring Jen’s breasts and legs ever since I arrived. I wished she wasn’t wearing a bra so I could check out her nipples.
“How about slipping into something a little dressier, so I can take you out to dinner?”
“Sounds great. Just give me time to take a quick shower. There’s wine in the fridge, and scotch, bourbon and vodka in the cabinet above the range. Pour yourself a drink and a small glass of wine for me.”
She joined me in the kitchen less than ten minutes later, looking like a million in a snug-fitting summer frock. She grabbed me in another big hug and said, “I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am you’re here. I hope you can spend the weekend.”
“Won’t that give your neighbors something to talk about?”
“Let them talk. Besides, I’m supposed to play cards tomorrow evening with the couple next door, whom I’d love to have you meet. So you just have to stay.”
“Actually, I’d planned to drive home, but if you’re sure it won’t be any trouble, I’d like to stay here.”
With that settled, we spent a delightful evening together.
The following morning, I drove her to a grocery store before we lolled around in and beside their pool. She wore a revealing bikini, giving me a hard-on that I managed to keep covered with a towel when I wasn’t in the water. After a late brunch, we spent several hours playing gin. She took me for ten bucks. Later, we were nibbling on crustless cucumber sandwiches as she sat with her back to me on the side of an armless part of a sectional sofa. She was holding a photo album and describing whos, whats and wheres.
I suddenly had an irresistible urge to kiss her. I pulled her across my lap and put my lips against hers. When she failed to respond, I opened my eyes to find her staring at me wide-eyed and bewildered. I raised her into her former seated position and stumbled through an embarrassed apology.
“Please forgive me, Jen, I hope I didn’t offend you.”
“There’s nothing to forgive. You’re in a new job in a new area of the country, and undoubtedly are feeling somewhat lonely.”
“That’s not at all the case. You’re so darned close and so appealing that I couldn’t resist kissing you.”
Flustered, she said, “Hey, it’s time for us to head next door. I talked to Polly this morning, and she and Scott are looking forward to meeting you.
We had a wonderful evening at the neighbor’s house. They’re middle-aged and lots of fun to be with. We drank, snacked and played a variety of games at their kitchen table until well after midnight. Jen sat across from me, and all evening we found ourselves looking at each other, then quickly glancing away. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I was wanting to kiss her again and have her kiss me back. And I thought how great it would be to fuck her.
Neither of us spoke as we returned to her house. The kitchen was lighted only by a lamp turned on low in the family room. She walked to the sink and stood looking out the window. I felt my prick hardening as walked over and put my arms around her.
“I’m not sorry I kissed you, Jen. All evening I’ve looked forward to being alone with you so I could kiss you again.”
She turned to face me, looked at me wide-eyed, and murmured, “Oh, Albert.” I kissed her gently. When I ran my tongue across her lips, she opened her mouth. As our tongues touched, I put my hands on her ass and tugged her to my now-full-blown hard-on.
“Take me to your bedroom,” she sighed.
I swept her into my arms, and still French kissing, I carried her down the hall to my bedroom which was dimly lighted by the family-room lamp. I lowered her onto the bed.
We continued to kiss as I put my hand under her dress, then slipped it under the waist of her panties and cupped her hairy cunt. My heart pounded from excitement.
I was so eager to fuck her that I pulled off her panties over her shoes, and managed to lower my pants around my ankles. Without even considering if she was ready, I guided my cock to her cunt. Fortunately, she was wet as I plunged into her.
After only ten or twelve thrusts, I came, then collapsed beside her. Neither of us spoke. She held one of my hands, fingers entwined, as my other hand rested on her stomach just above her pubic hair.
The next thing I recall is waking with my pants still around my ankles and a sheet over the lower part of my body. Obviously, I had fallen asleep and she had gone to bed. Damn, I would like to have fucked some more. I undressed and got back into bed.
The sun was high in the sky when I awoke the following morning. Jen was standing by my bed. “Good morning,” I uttered.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” she said with a smile.
“I apologize for going to sleep last night.”
“You gave me such pleasure, Albert, that I’d have sung you a lullaby if you had asked .”
Never once has she called me Al, as most people do.
“I came in you, Jen, without any protection. God, what if you get pregnant?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve had my tubes tied. Unless you’re sorry about what we did last night, I’d love to have you make love to me again.”
