I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right.
My family didn't have enough cash to send me away to college, so I wound up going to the local community college. Which turned out to be a smart move. It gave me an entire year to get to know our new neighbor. And I know every inch of her, too.
It was right after my last exam for the fall semester when things got really interesting. Mom and dad were going off to Aunt Rose's place in Canada. Knowing dad, I'll bet he spends the entire two weeks next to a heater and wrapped up like a burrito. They had enough confidence in me to allow me to stay home solo. I found out later that dad apparently decided to stack the deck in his favor, but that one will have to wait a bit.
Brenda Dobeson was her name. I actually went over to introduce myself. She was wearing a long black dress. It hid her body well. Too well; I couldn't even tell if she was wearing a bra or panties. And I looked; trust me. The weekend they left I was busy trying to figure out how I was going to seduce her. I was coming up lank when I ran in to a friend from college.
Kevin Miller should have been in Virginia Tech, but the dolts decided he didn't fit their standards. He's a wiz at computers and electronics. And actually a fairly cool guy. So what if he's black and doesn't act the part? Who the fuck cares?
He came by on Saturday to deliver a disk copy of our group project. I was busy thinking about Brenda when he shook me. I snapped back into the present, blushing like mad.
"Ok, Queen. Spill it. You've looked like a zombie since..." His eyes narrowed slightly, but the look was comical.
"Well?" I said.
"And you're trying to hit on her. Ok. Try this one. You're solo for two weeks, right? You think you hear something. Maybe you just need to feel like someone's in the house with you. Someone you trust. You pop over and ask to stay with her. She'll probably put you in a spare room, which nixes that. You can't play but so innocent; she'll see that."
"Hold up, James Bond! How about I just go over there and get her drunk? I know she drinks."
"Too complicated. She might have a guilt trip or something. You could just knock on her door and ask her to fuck you." He didn't smile when he said that. He couldn't...
"Hey. Bull in a China shop, but you never know. Otherwise you'll be stuck with your favorite plaything and dreams."
"You're Ok with this? I thought..."
"That I was a homophobe? Hell no. Got no prob with gay men and lesbians. Flaming queers and bull dykes... that's a whole 'nother bucket 'o shit." He always let his Southern accent slip when he gets pissed off. I smiled and thanked him. I offered to square things with him properly.
"Afraid not, Queen. Don't think I don't want to, but right now I value our friendship too much. It would be dishonorable." I silenced him the instant he said that word. I'd spent two weeks learning how much honor meant to him. I should have remembered.
Just a word to the wise, ladies. When someone with his sense of honor and justice and loyalty says they love you, you're in it for life. Even if you slit their throats, they will not dishonor you or the memory of you. The concept chills me even now, and I'm married to Kevin.
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I knocked on Brenda's door, still wondering what I was going to do. When she opened the door, I tried to speak. But the sight of her in a pink teddy... satin and lace no less... and a bright smile totally choked me.
"Care to come in?" she asked. I walked inside, dazed beyond belief. Or so I thought. One look around the livingroom and I was dead to the world.
I had seen the place before. Not like this, however. The lights were off, replaced by dozens of candles. White candles. The sofa was covered in a thick white fur blanket. The floor sported an Asian rug. Incense filled the air. But it was the armor rack of sex toys and accessories that caught my attention.
And it was an armor rack. It could have easily held three complete sets of English medieval armor. With room for spare equipment... like lances. It held so many toys it would take ten pages to describe them all! In the interest of time, I'll relay the toys we wound up using. Sit back; this might take some time.
She locked the door and walked up behind me. When she wrapped her hands around my hips, I shuddered and backed up into her. This could have technically been rape... if I wasn't so damned hot to fuck this older woman. She released me, then walked over to the toy store, letting her teddy fall to the ground as she did. Her body was very well curved. She turned to one side, giving me a good view of her gracefully sloped breasts.
"Choose." Her voice sent electricity through my nipples.
"Only one?" She smiled. Her hands dropped to a cabinet draw and opened it. I watched as she strapped on the mother of all dildos. Blacker than night and easily a foot long and four inches thick! There was no way I was going to be able to take that monster, and told her so.
"Before your parents come back, you will, little one."
She was on me in seconds. Fear gripped me briefly, then the sensation of her hot lips on my clit crushed those thoughts in an instant. I grabbed her head and held on for dear life and she tore an orgasm from my body. It nearly blacked me out. I managed to regain just enough mind power to pull away from her and fall to my knees.
Brenda looked so perverted with that fake dick sticking up from her crotch. Perverted... and delicious. I crawled forward and plastered my mouth to her drooling cunt. She hissed, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me into her cunt.
"Eat me. Suck out my slit, you fuckin' dyke whore. You're gonna love getting this hard dick in your holes. All of 'em." Christ! Where did she learn those lines? Did they teach Female Porno Speak at a school and forget to tell me which one?
Despite sounding like a porno flick bimbo, her words were tuning me on again. I rammed two fingers into her asshole. When she started up again, I felt myself climbing higher and higher... well past the power of that last one.
"Oh yes! Finger my asshole. You're a dirty little dyke slut! You'd like to be sucking many cunts right now, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd like them to fuck your rancid lezzie slit. WOULDN'T YOU!!!" She came hard and loud, shouting profanities at the top of her lungs. She thrashed about like someone had hit her with a live wire.
When she finally calmed down, I pulled away from her and headed to the rack. Without thinking I grabbed two double headed dildos and a small bottle of love lube. I turned around, grinning like a fiend.
"Time to fuck, Brenda."
She raised her eyebrows. I knew what she was asking, but actions speak much louder. I joined her on the floor, but sat on my haunches. I lubed up one dildo and slid it deep into my ass. My former boyfriend introduced me to anal sex by accident. Or so he says. HE slipped... I'll just bet. I'll also bet he didn't expect me to fuck him like there was no tomorrow when he did it. Seeing my actions, Brenda rose to her haunches, grabbing the other end of my anal probe. Pretty soon we were connected in a most peculiar way. When I slid the other two-banger into my cunt, she joined me again. I'll bet we looked funny. We tried to find a position that would allow one of us to fuck the other. We failed a few times, and laughed ourselves silly. When we finally reached a good position (we had to take off her strapon before getting to this point,) we were off and fucking. We ground out cunts onto those fake dicks, also filling our assholes with latex monsters. I don't know how many times I came. Once Brenda began stroking my clit like she was jacking off a guy, it was like one massive, never-ending orgasm.