The girl beneath me was slick with baby oil and sweet sweat. Her soft skin and smooth muscles rippled as she flexed and drove herself back against me, impaling herself deeply on my cock, driving her own breath from her mouth in grunts and sighs. I could tell that her own climax was within reach, and I urged her on. "Come for me darling, come for me, I want to feel you come on my cock, come with me inside you."
She moaned and thrust back harder, faster, deeper, faster again, and then hardest of all, staying put with my cock filling her up as her body clenched me and she shook and cried out.
I looked down and smiled at her as she collapsed in front of me, gasping for breath, glistening and naked. A few weeks ago she was a virgin schoolgirl, never been kissed. Now she was a writhing wanton woman, who would demand I take her again, and come in her pussy, or her mouth, once she had breath to voice it. She was beautiful. And mine.
I bent to kiss the small of her back, and run my hands over her beautiful bottom, pulling her cheeks apart to see her sweet sex and the little puckered secret spot just above it. Then I moved to lie on top of her, my still hard cock between her buttocks, the tip against her pussy lips, pressing them open as I nuzzled her neck and whispered "Beautiful," in her ear.
We were on my bed in my parent's house. They were collecting my grandmother from the airport, and would be bringing her back for lunch, so we had perhaps an hour at most to be dressed and innocent looking. She moved her hips in a less than innocent fashion, pushing up against me, making me open her up and slide inside her.
I tried to kiss her mouth, but the angle was wrong. There was a flurry of movement and we slid around each other, and she was on her back, with me between her legs, drawing me into her body as we kissed.
She sighed and her body rose to meet me "Oh, god, oh my wonderful man," she said, with her eyes closed and head thrown back, and I kissed the hollow by her throat.
"My beautiful woman, I love you, Jill, I love you and I love your body, and I love to be here with you," I said as I thrust into her and held myself deep in her warm and tight embrace.
She looked up at me and her smiling eyes melted my heart and hardened my cock as she said "My handsome man, make me your woman. Take me and come inside me and make me yours, oh Sean, I'm yours and I want you, oh yes, like that, oh make me your woman again, oh god!"
I crushed her lips with mine and our bodies followed in the dance, and I flowed into her, coming in her, claiming her as she clung to me, her hips twitching as her second climax burst upon her.
We nuzzled and kissed and hugged, and reluctantly got up, and I helped her dry herself after the fastest shower in history, and checked her dress wasn't crumpled and her hair was perfect, and we went downstairs with five minutes to spare before Grandma came through the door.
My grandmother was a fantastic character. Not the way a granny 'ought' to be. She wore a fur coat whenever possible (she had several, all presents from different admirers in her youth) she had married very young and had my father and then a divorce in swift succession, and returned to her career on the stage. She once hitch-hiked across the Atlantic on a tramp steamer, which wasn't licenced for passengers so she was signed on as "Entertainments Officer." And she was fierce. She would argue with anyone and always got her way. I loved her.
Jill was a bit nervous, but looked stunningly sweet and pretty, and played Grandma like a piano. She admired her coat, agreed with everything except the most outrageous nonsense, when she didn't argue but just firmly stuck to her point and sidled the conversation onto something else, and was generally charming. As she left Grandma squeezed my hand and said "I like that girl. If it weren't for the fact that nothing is too good for my favourite grandson (she referred to all of her grandchildren as her favourites) I might wonder if you were good enough for her."
"I often wonder it myself." I agreed.
When we were alone again Jill laughed. "You said she was a wild and wicked old woman, but I never expected that!"
"Why? I didn't think she was too outrageous today."
"When you cleared the table after lunch, we were left together for about two minutes. As soon as we were alone she turned to me and said 'I hope Sean is as good in bed as you deserve. I went through a husband and three lovers before I had an orgasm you know. Don't let him be lazy. If he doesn't know how to do it for you, teach him or find another. You are far too pretty to not have a good time. Are you having a good time?'"
I laughed. "What did you say?"
"I looked her straight in the eye and said 'Actually, I was having a very good time this morning just before you arrived. Sean is very good, and very generous in bed. But thank you for the compliment and your concern. Are you getting any orgasms these days?'"
"You didn't!" I said, shocked.
She smirked. "I bloody did. I thought she was going to die laughing. She almost cackled. She punched me on the arm and just laughed for a bit and then she recovered and said, very po faced, 'Sadly, no. It has been some years' and then she was all serious and said 'I thought you had a healthy glow about you when I arrived. Enjoy it while you can girl. Don't let the god-botherers and prudes put you off. Plenty of time for celibacy when you're seventy.'"
"Good god." I said. "Really? I shouldn't be surprised, but even so!"
Jill smiled shyly at me. "She's funny. And nice, under all that front. I like her. I'm glad she liked me."
"Darling, Jill. Everyone likes you. And I love you. Now we have to get you home, it's a school night, and I won't risk annoying your folks. Not after last Wednesday."
"True" said Jill, and she cringed at the thought.
So I dropped her home, with a kiss on the doorstep, and she called me her handsome man, and I whispered my love to my beautiful woman, and went on my way smiling.
I was smiling for all sorts of reasons. One was because of my amusement at what happened on the Wednesday before. It was funny, in retrospect.
Jill and I had just spent an unbelievably wonderful weekend seducing her friend Penny and introducing her to the joys of troilism, tribadism and heterosexual coupling. Or tripling. I had used every ounce of my knowledge about Penny, and women generally, and sex and seduction, gained over fifty years of living this life in a previous version. It had been ridiculously simple. It was true. 'If I knew then what I know now..' things would be very different.
Imagine if you found yourself in just that position. You could go back and do it again, knowing what you know now. You would know things about people and events and places. You could change things, not make those old mistakes. Do it better.
So, if I was back there, 'Then,' I would do it differently, and have a different life to look back on from this lofty perch of old age...
For instance, I would know that my grandmother would die in about ten years time from a stroke, and I would be determined to see more of her this time round. I would know the winner of the Gran National this year (1980), and the pitfalls (and opportunities) of the dot com boom in the 90's and the value of gold a decade in the future.
'Then' (Life version one -- the trial run, as it were) Penny had been my girlfriend, and Jill was an unrequited love. 'Now' I had chosen Jill, and with my knowledge of Penny's bi-sexual and submissive tendencies, which in our former life had lead to us breaking up, I had instead brought her into a ménage a trois.
The girls had come to an arrangement. Penny had a crush on Jill (something I had suspected first time round) as well as me, and Jill had quickly discovered how much fun another girl can be, so sharing me was mutually acceptable. Jill had chess club on Thursday's, Penny was caught up with drama on Wednesday's, so they agreed that each could see me alone during that time and the rest of the time was for the three of us.
So after our tumultuous and exhausting weekend of self indulgence, we had spent some of Monday afternoon trawling around estate agents, the girls looking for rentals, me making discrete eyes at the for sale section. Tuesday, we had coffee and arranged lists of places to see on Friday. So eventually, we got to Wednesday. I had Jill to myself, and her mother was out shopping with a friend, so her house was empty.
Or so we thought.