The first weekend that Donna spent with Brian was over far too soon for her. The time raced by in a flurry of sex and laughter. Brian was funny; he made her laugh so much, and he was wonderful company. Not only did he ease her loneliness, he made her feel alive, like she had been woken up. When he touched her, she felt all those special tingles. The difference was that there was someone to share those feelings with.
They had barely gone out of bed the first day until they both decided they needed a shower. They showered together; it was the first time that they had sex standing up. Brian's slippery, wet hardness thrusting in and out of her as he pulled and tweaked her nipples was something that she would never forget. She was very pleased that she had never removed the handrails: the aids that mother had needed in her later years. They came in very useful to hold on to as Brian pounded her so hard that he practically lifted her off the floor.
As the weeks went by, she loved that each time they had sex, it was so different. Brian was loving and gentle, but then he could be harder and rougher. She wasn't sure if she could choose what she liked best. She loved it all. She loved her time with Brian; she could very easily fall in love with the man from next door.
After spending a few weekends together like this, she started worrying about how he felt about her. Was it just sex? Was she just a distraction from his sadness over the end of his marriage? He told her that she was lovely and that he liked her. She wanted to believe him and that he was enjoying their time together as much as she was.
When he kissed her goodbye and went home one Sunday night, she switched on the television, but she couldn't concentrate. She was bored, the house had seemed warmer somehow with Brian in it, so full of laughter, fun and passion. It had only been about half an hour when the doorbell rang. She could see Brian's outline through the glass. She had barely got the door open when he rushed into the hallway and kissed her,
"Sod this being alone business. I want to be here with you, or you to be there with me. Whatever you want. If you want."
"Oh Brian, what have you done to me? It had only been half an hour, and I missed you so much."
"I was the same. What a pair we are."
"Is it me you want, or is it just the sex?"
"Sex, I can get anywhere, I suppose. Boring, ordinary, vanilla sex with no feelings I could get. No, I want you; I want us to date, to be a couple. If you want to step back a bit, ease up on the sex part, and really get to know me first. I'll understand. I realise that we have done all this backwards."
"No way, I'm not giving that up, or you!" Donna exclaimed, and with that, she kissed Brian long and hard, pushing him against the radiator shelf. Some of Mother's little fussy ornaments slipped off and crashed to the floor. She could hear them smash but she didn't care. She had never liked them. Now there was less to dust. She pulled Brian's top over his head and kissed and licked his nipples. Fascinated as they rose to little peaks on her tongue. They were so different from hers, but they responded in the same way.
She heard Brian groan in the back of his throat. "You little minx, you are going to kill me before long. I may need to take tomorrow off to recover."
Donna giggled as she lowered his zip. It was the first time she had ever undressed him, and she was enjoying every second of it. She pulled down his trousers and admired him, strained inside his tight boxers. She was fascinated by the tent that his long cock made as the fabric stretched around his manhood. She pulled them down finally, and his cock sprung free. Brian pulled off his trousers as he kicked off his shoes. He bent to take his socks off, but she stopped him.
"No, leave them on. You look sexy, all big and hard, wearing your socks and nothing else."
"Really?" said Brian, stopping and posing for a bit, waggling his erection at her as he did so, "Gillian always said that men naked in socks was a huge turn-off."
