I hate these disclaimers, but if you haven't read Katie's Man, some of this story may not make much sense to you. The response to the first part has been very gratifying. Thank you and happy New Year to all.
*
As Kit drove home from his Tuesday classes, he pondered the possibility that he would never be able to understand or hold on to the women in his life. It seemed that they washed over him like a rock on the shore and then receded out of his reach. He was beginning to think there was some personality defect or character flaw in him that caused the problem.
This last weekend, Halloween, was a perfect example. Against his better judgment, he had escorted a young widow, Sandy Rhoades, and her five year old daughter to the country fair and carnival that happened to fall on the spookiest holiday of the year. He had actually had a great time culminating in being charmed by a five year old, and sharing a sexual partner, the widow, with her husband's spirit. Later, the sex had been interrupted by Sandy's mother-in-law's unscheduled early return, but Kit was young, and the embarrassment had faded since Saturday morning.
Kit had called Sandy on Saturday night to check that things were OK for her at home, but she only replied briefly and he understood that she could not talk freely at that time. He had ordered flowers on Monday sent to her at work, the placement office. When he went by before classes this morning, the yellow roses sat on Sandy's desk, but the room was full of people and she thanked him briefly and said they were so busy that she couldn't stop to talk at that time. Sandy's boss and Kit's friend, Theda, looked out of her office with an enigmatic smile that threatened to turn into a snicker before she ducked back into her office. Kit left confused and bewildered again.
Kit pulled into the garage at the Cliff House and pushed the button to lower the door. He carried his books into the upper level of the house and made his way down the three levels to the lake where he lived in a small apartment above the boat house. He reflected again that perhaps it was time to move into the main house. It sat empty with his father in west Texas and his mother who knows where. It would be more convenient, especially this winter.
As he crossed the dock and climbed the ladder to his apartment, he noticed the wind was switching to the north. The forecast was for a quick cool-off and the end of the unseasonably warm weather. He placed his books on the table that he used as a desk and kicking off his shoes and shirt, he slouched outside into a sling chair to enjoy the afternoon rays. He didn't know what, if anything, to do about Sandy. He had enjoyed her company and the enthusiastic sex, but she didn't seem eager to talk with him now.
Perhaps she was just embarrassed over being discovered in the act on her mother-in-law's sofa. Kit sighed. Perhaps he should just give her some time and then try calling again. The phone rang. Kit moved quickly inside and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Morgan residence. This is Kit speaking."
"Oh, good, I caught you...I mean you are just who I wanted to talk to...This is Eva Rhoades. I have been trying to call you all morning, but now I've caught you...again...caught you..." A most unladylike snort came through the phone line.
"I didn't mean that I had caught you again...you know..." The silence on the line grew for a moment as Kit did not know how to respond. From the line came a giggle. "I am Sandy's mother-in-law, and I need..." The giggling grew to a chuckle and then to a full fledged belly-laugh.
"This conversation is not going like I fantasized...er...imagined." Eva broke up in uncontrollable laughter leaving Kit more confused. "Sorry, young man, I'll call you back when I get control of myself."
The phone went dead in Kit's hand. His memory showed him a picture of a well-preserved fifty-something wearing tailored slacks and a flowered silk sleeveless blouse.
She had apparently just entered her front entry door as he was finishing in Sandy's rear door. Sandy's knees were on the arm of the overstuffed sofa with one arm braced against the back. The other arm had alternately clutched backward at Kit's butt or pulled her ass cheek open for his easier penetration. He knew both of them had been noisy because they had thought the house was empty.
Their backs were to the entry door, so Eva's throat clearing just after Kit had coated Sandy's bowels with a full load came as a surprise. Kit's cock had softened and slipped out of Sandy's butt, and he was leaned over her holding her while they caught their breath when Eva spoke. She had stood there holding a small overnight bag and did not seem angry. Sandy's embarrassment forced her to flee naked down the hall leaving Kit to face Mrs. Rhoades alone.
She enquired first about Katie, her granddaughter, and when she was satisfied that Katie was taken care of, she suggested that perhaps Kit might remove himself and perhaps come back some day for a swim. He took that to be a slightly snide shot as his lack of clothing. He pulled on his shorts and in an effort to make some reply said she might come swim with him at the Cliff House.
He wished now that he had not felt it necessary to respond at all. He had no intention of swimming with Eva Rhoades, and could not imagine what on earth she was calling him about except to make clear that his behavior in her house was atrocious. He decided that if what she wanted was to chew him out, he would simply agree and apologize.
Meanwhile, Eva had been collecting herself after that unfortunate beginning to the phone call. Her memory also returned to Saturday morning when she had returned home early after a plumbing failure brought her church retreat to an early and stinky ending. She had told Sandy to expect her at twilight, so Eva was about eight hours early. A green convertible was parked on her side of the driveway, so she parked in the street in front and carried her bag to unlock the front door.
As Eva had opened the door, she heard Sandy's voice shriek out in a shrill cry. Immediately, Eva stepped through the foyer to rescue Sandy if she was in trouble. She was frozen by the scene that met her eyes. A large naked man stood behind a naked Sandy who was perched on her knees on the arm of Eva's living room sofa. His left hand covered Sandy's left breast and his right hand was fisted in her hair. Sandy's left arm was grasping the man's butt cheek and her right arm steadied her on the couch. He was thrusting vigorously at Sandy's rear and she was dipping her shoulders and pushing backwards to meet his thrusts.
"Oooh! Fuck meee!" Sandy cried in her excitement. Eva looked around the room at the clothes the two had strewn all over. Sandy's tiny bikini panties shone as they hung from the chandelier. Eva realized that Sandy was not in need of her aid and stepped back into the foyer before she was seen.
Eva had never witnessed the sex act and Sandy's cries along with Kit's grunts enticed her into peeping around the entryway to watch the drama. Sandy seemed to be overcome by some sort of spasms and she shook uncontrollably while Kit held her with both arms. She soon stopped shaking long enough to call out to her lover, "Fuck my ass, Kit." Sandy reached with her left hand and pulled her cheek to the side.
Eva was shocked into immobility as the man withdrew an immense shaft from Sandy's vagina and began working it into Sandy's anus. He reached underneath to jiggle Sandy's clit and gather her fluids to lubricate his entry. As he began slowly working deeper, Sandy began rocking back. Eva's nipples rose to stiffness inside her light bra and she felt a tickle in her lower belly. Her loins began to feel heavy and full as she watched Kit achieve full entry. He began long slow strokes while Sandy murmured her approval. Eva hips began to unconsciously mimic Sandy's motions as she arched her back and spread her feet.
