The First Time Ch 02 4

I replayed the night as I drove home. A small part of my mind registered guilt for taking the virginity of a man so much younger than me but the other, much larger, part was reliving it with pleasure. In the end, I remembered that he wanted me to be his first and now my only regret was that I hadn't just asked him to come home with me. I wanted nothing more than to feel his body curled around mine as I slept.

Too tired and too worn out out to even shower, I just collapsed into bed. As I lost my battle with consciousness, I realized that I could still smell him one me. I smiled at this and it dawned on me that the real reason I didn't shower was that I didn't want to wash him off me yet; I wanted to hold him close and keep tonight as vivid as possible. I inhaled his scent with each deepening breath and still smiling, fell into a deep sleep.

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Some part of me knew I was dreaming as the song "Three Little Birds" sang over and over in my head. Coming more awake, I recognized the ringtone on my cell phone and with eyes still closed reached out to grab it and shut it up. In the next second, I came fully awake as read the caller ID; MARIA could be seen clearly on the small screen. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit" I whispered over and over until I composed myself enough to finally answer. I mumbled a nervous 'Hello' into the phone.

"Good Morning, Sunshine," she said cheerfully, "I'm on your front porch with coffee cake. You gonna get your ass out of bed and make coffee or what?"

"Use the code, and start the coffee please," I replied as calmly as I could, "I have to jump in the shower, ok?"

I thought I heard her chuckle, but I couldn't be sure, as she said, "No problem, meet me in the kitchen."

"Okie doke." I said, thinking I was sounding pretty normal, then realizing that I never said 'Okie Doke' before in my life!

Shrugging it off, I stepped into the shower and finally washed the delicious scent of Tony off my body. Then, hair wet and still in my bathrobe, went down to meet Maria in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table with her back to me cutting the coffee cake into squares. I stood there for a moment, unsure what to do when she broke the silence with, "Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to face the music?"

'Yikes!' I thought. 'She knows!'

She turned in her chair to look up at me as I came around to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup as slowly as possible while I tried to gather my wits. I turned toward the table and sat down adding a generous dollop of cream to my cup and stirring it slowly with my spoon before I found the courage to look up at her.

"Do you know how much I love my son?" she asked plainly.

I swallowed hard. "Yep."

"And you know how much I love you."

"Yep." I said again as I looked back down at my coffee, unable to hold her gaze. I just sat and waited for her to lower the boom on me. I began to sweat from my brow a little and the seconds dragged on until I finally found the courage to look up at her.

She looked back at me steadily, pinning me with her eyes; the same soft brown eyes of her son. "I love my son so much," she paused to take a sip of her coffee, "that I set him up with my best friend." She allowed me to take that in before adding, "And, I love you so much that I set you up with my son."

My mouth dropped open and my thoughts rolled over one another like a tangled ball of yarn. "Wait," I managed to finally stammer; and after another very, very long moment, I managed to choke out, "What?"

"I know what happened last night, and I'm the one who made sure it could." she replied calmly.

"What?" I asked again, like an idiot. "You wanted me to... Us to... You set us up? Why? Why would you want me for your son?"

"Because he wanted you; wants you." She looked a little sad and my guilt doubled. "When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he told me that he's loved you since the first day he saw you," she paused, "and all he wanted was you."

"Oh," I said hotly, "And you thought, 'Ok, she's probably horny and lonely, so why not?" I'm not sure I had the right to be, but I was a little angry.

"What? No!"

Her expression was pained and I immediately felt bad for my outburst and said, "Sorry, I'm just a little shocked by all of this."

"You didn't... Uh... Um..." Wow, was her face red! "Enjoy yourself?"

Now it was my turn to blush. I found that if I looked over her shoulder and talked to the toaster, it was much easier to have this conversation. So I concentrated on the red metallic finish and the black plastic levers before saying, "Oh, I enjoyed myself," and after a moment added the question, "But, why me? I mean, there's the huge age difference, and my lack of fertility, and I'm sure I can come up with more reasons why this was a bad idea." I paused again, considering something before I continued, "Or did you think that this was only going to be just one night?"

She took a deep breath before saying, "I took everything into consideration. I swear I did. Even the fact that I would never have any grandchildren..." she trailed off and looked up at me with a trace of guilt in her eyes. But then she reached her hand out and I put mine in it without hesitation. "But I don't care. Do you hear me? I don't care. Tony's happiness is more important to me than anything and judging by his whistling and smiling this morning; he's really happy." She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

It felt natural to smile, because I was happy too. He made me feel like no one ever before had made me feel. He made me realize that I was a whole woman. Not damaged, not lacking in any way, just me; a beautiful, vibrant woman.

I did feel the need to acknowledge what she was giving up though, "I am sorry about the grandchildren," I said squeezing her hand, "But, this was no one night stand. I want to see him again. We really connected last night during dinner. And later, um well, we connected on a level that I've never known before."

"So, you're not going to blow him off today? You're going to continue to see him; to date?" Her apprehension still evident in her voice.

"Yes." I said truthfully, making that decision on the spot. I knew I wanted to, I had just been worried about Marie and how she would feel about it. What a tremendous weight off my shoulders!

She blew out a breath she had been holding and said, "Good, because if you had said no, it would've broken his heart and I just don't think I could take that." She paused meaningfully, "Please don't ever break his heart, ok?"

"I swear, I'll do my best." That was all I could offer her. How could I know the future? Don't we all just take our chances and hope for the best?

"Well, I guess that's all I can ask." We stood up and she pressed a button on her phone before giving me a kiss on the cheek and saying, "Oh, and Jon's ok too. Actually, I think he's a little jealous, the jerk!" she laughed. "I have to go but come this week for dinner ok?

I stood and hugged her, "Of course I will." I paused, wondering if I should say what I was thinking and quickly decided I should, "Thank you Maria, um, for last night. Tony really is a remarkable man."

"You're a remarkable woman, Lucy." She said as she moved to the kitchen door to let herself out. I put our cups in the dishwasher and was re-wrapping the coffee cake when the doorbell rang.

I made my way to the door acutely aware that I was still wearing only my robe. Putting my eye up to the peephole I saw Tony's handsome face and I swung the door open with a welcoming smile. He grinned widely at me and held out a bouquet of roses. I took them and stepped back to allow him entry but he swept me up in his arms and swung me around planting a full lush kiss on my surprised lips. My robe fell open at the legs and he raised an eyebrow at me, a lecherous grin on his lips.

He carried me into the living room and laid me gently onto the couch. Untying my robe at the waist, he slipped his hands inside and slid it open. My breath caught as he looked down at me, his eyes sweeping over my naked body. He leaned down over me and brought both of his hands up to cup my breasts, brushing his fingers over my already hardening nipples He kissed me again, softly this time, his tongue gently parting my lips to find and tease my own. Roses and something that he was holding dropped to the floor.

The immediate response of my body amazed me. Eddie never elicited a reaction like this from me. I had never felt this womanly, this wanton, with him. For the last several years with him, sex was a duty, a job, not a pleasure. I think I had forgotten that you were supposed to enjoy it. Tony reminded me of this fact with every touch of his probing tongue and every swipe of his gentle thumbs.

I ran my hands up over his back before pulling his shirt up, needing to feel his bare flesh under my fingers. He pulled himself up to a sitting position again and quickly obliged me by discarding it for me. I swept my hands over the hard angles of his chest before changing direction to run my thumbs over his nipples then down to over the taut ripples of his lovely abs. I continued my journey to the waistband of his jeans to unsnap them and tug the zipper down. He stood up and quickly divested himself of them to stand before me in his full naked glory for a mere moment before returning to the couch.

I opened my legs inviting him to settle himself between them. I wasn't interested in foreplay, I was too impatient to feel him inside me again. He kissed me hungrily as he slid easily into my wet and welcoming pussy, filling me fully once again. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of our union; by the merging of our bodies once more. His generous girth stretched me once again mingling pleasure with the mild pain of my still sore muscles.

He caressed my every nerve ending with his urgent thrusts as I clasped my velvety walls around him in a loving embrace. Lacing his fingers through my hair, he delved deeply into my eyes connecting with me on a soulful level as I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him deeper into me with each thrust. I had never felt so...so full before, both physically and emotionally. Perhaps I should say fulfilled because soon our frantic, lustful coupling was reaching its culmination. We were riding the crest of an orgasmic wave of pleasure and we were riding it together.

My moans were matched by his as he thrust deeply, almost painfully, inside me and held himself for a moment before driving into me again triggering my own release from this exquisite torture by the feel of his seed filling me, warming me. I lowered my legs to his ass and forced him in further calling his name as I gave myself over to that pleasure, that pain, that satisfaction. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt completely open and completely loved.

He allowed me to hold him there until the orgasms that were tumbling over one another in rapid succession gradually grew smaller and smaller before finally subsiding. Then, when the earthquake within me finally settled, he smoothed my hair back and kissed me so softly on the lips, so gently that I couldn't stop myself, as embarrassing as it was, I cried. I just cried. I was so emotionally overwhelmed by him and by the physical response of my body to his that it had to come out somehow. I'd heard of this happened to women sometimes, but I only half believed it. But this was the second time he brought me to tears of pleasure.

He kissed my tears away and whispered, "I know. I feel it too." I realized that this was the first real thing either of us had said since I opened the door to find him standing there.

I smiled at his understanding and fell into those soft brown eyes. He kissed me again, and he kept kissing me as I felt him hardening inside me once again. (There is something to be said for youth!) Before long, he started to move against me once more and my already sensitive pussy was being pushed to its limit. He moved slowly, in direct contrast to our first frantic lovemaking, pulling more pleasure out of my already quivering muscles.

I came almost immediately, softly this time, quietly with shuddering delight. He smiled and whispered in my ear, "I wonder how many times I can get you to do that before I'm finished. Do you want to find out?" There was that mischievous grin again. I could only wordlessly nod and I hoped that was enough to convey my thought of, 'Yes please, let's find out!'

He made love to me slowly, languorously as my kegel muscles clenched and released involuntarily around him. I lost track of how many times he brought me to orgasm. I reveled in his strength, his stamina and wondered how long he could keep this up. I didn't think I could take much more, my body was nearing pleasure overload so I did the only thing I could to bring him to his climax. I pulled my leg up and, with his cooperation, hooked it over his shoulder. I wrapped my other leg back around his waist, opening myself as wide as possible to him and welcomed him deeper into me.

Now craving his orgasm, that feel of him swelling right before he came, the look on his face when he did, and, most of all, the delicious heat of his cum filling me once again. I urged him on with the leg I had hooked over his back, encouraging deeper, harder thrusts. I moaned urgently, "Tony, please! Come again for me, come inside me please." Just the thought of it sent another stronger orgasm rolling through me. I clamped down as hard as I could on his cock, milking it with those strong muscles and was rewarded with a guttural groan.

"Lucy," He moaned, "how do you do that? It feels so good." I squeezed him again and he gasped, "Fuck! That's so good! Don't stop doing that!" I put all the strength my exhausted muscles had left into the next contraction around him and made myself come yet again. Harder this time, more deeply. I was rewarded with his cry of, "Oh fuck! Yes!" a split second before I felt that amazing feeling of hot cum filling my womb once again. I came so hard, as hard a he did, the pleasure radiating through my body in rippling waves.

We lay there together for a moment catching our breath before he slowly pulled out of me. He rolled onto his side and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel our mingled juices beginning to find their way out of me and pulled my legs up, bending them at the knees and resting them over his hip in a vain attempt to avoid that inevitable moment when I would have to leave his arms for the sake of my couch.

Somehow, without even realizing it, I fell asleep. I awoke some time later with Tony snoring softly into my ear and my legs still pulled up and bent at the knees. I rolled on my side to face him and stroked his cheek before pulling the afghan off the back of the couch and covering him with it. I backed off the couch, narrowly avoiding the roses that lay where I had dropped them and stepping on something hard in a paper bag beside the flowers. I scooped them both up and, leaving the bag on the coffee table, made a beeline for the master bathroom.

I cleaned myself up, finding a short silk robe to wrap around me (my other robe was still trapped under Tony's sleeping form) then ran a hot bath in the oversized tub while I found a vase to fill with water and roses. I left one rose out and scattered the petals across the surface of the water of the rapidly filling tub. I added a few drops of the rose oil I had made a few months ago (one of my many attempts to keep my idle hands busy and boredom at bay) and headed downstairs to leave a note by the couch for Tony to join me when he woke up.

I was surprised by the sight of a vacant couch when I reached the bottom of the stairs, the afghan and robe still strewn across it. I called out to him and he answered back from the direction of the kitchen.

He was still naked and sitting at the table with a half-eaten piece of coffee cake on a napkin in front of him. He looked up at me over the glass of milk he was drinking reminding me again of how young he was. It was disconcerting and I felt a quiver of guilt run through me. I wondered if I would ever get over that or if I would carry it with me throughout our relationship.

I shook my head slightly, realizing that guilt had nothing on lust and I wanted him again sore muscles or not. I leaned down to kiss him on the forehead and said, "I ran a bath, why don't you join me when you're done."

Smiling, he winked at me and said, "I need to refuel. I'll be up in a minute."

I put some soft classical music on and wandered around the bedroom and bathroom lighting scented candles before stepping out of my robe and into the hot bath. I turned the jets on as I reflected on how hard I had to fight to get this bathroom built the way I wanted. Eddie had been against every bit of it. I knew even then that I would need a place to escape to, a place to be alone. We built this house from the ground up, and the only rooms about which I had any input were the kitchen, this bathroom and my herb garden and still room where I created my homemade beauty concoctions.

I wanted the toilet in a separate room from the sink, dressing table and two-person massage tub. I never could fully relax knowing the toilet was lurking just a few feet away. I'm weird that way. But, since we were using both of our money (I was once a very successful interior decorator and Eddie is an investment banker), I felt I should have some say in how things were laid out. Especially this bathroom. My bathroom. My sanctuary.

My muscles were relaxing and the rose oil was doing its job softening my skin when I heard Tony come into the bathroom. I opened my eyes to watch him as his muscular legs, hips and finally chest slipped beneath the water across from me. He reached down to capture my foot and began massaging it bringing a moan to my lips.

"You know, you really are beautiful." He said softly, working his magic fingers on my toes.

"You know, you really are handsome." I said back to him laughing softly.

He moved onto the other foot saying, "Your cheeks are pink from the heat and your hair is clinging to your face," he put the other foot down and moved toward me, parting my legs with his body, "and your eyes are bright," his voice lowered and he picked up my hand and kissed each knuckle as he continued, "and your skin is so soft," his kissed his way up my arm until his face was level with mine, "and your lips are begging to be kissed." He paused, his lips inches from mine and caught my gaze in his before gently pressing his lips to mine.

"Do you read poetry or something?" I asked him breathlessly.

"No, I'm just describing what I see." He dipped his head down to my neck and kissed me behind my ear, then slowly down my neck to my shoulder. I laid my head back as he kissed the pulse in my throat and laid his body more firmly between my legs.

I slid my hands up his arms enjoying the bulge of his muscles and down over his back as his lips moved back to mine. His tongue found mine and I enjoyed its teasing as my hands roamed lower down his spine and over his buttocks. I squeezed the fleshy mounds and pulled him more firmly against me, his length hardening and massaging my clit. My pussy clenched in pleasure as his hands floated over my body, teasing me with light touches and brushing gently over my sensitive nipples. I pulled at him harder wanting him inside me again. He just slowly rubbed his cock against me, teasing my clit and heightening my pleasure.

I shivered as the water cooled around us and he pulled away from me, concern on his face, and asked, "Are you cold?"

"Getting there. Let's move into the bedroom." I said, my mind on getting another taste of him.