Thursday morning, Sam Murray awoke feeling disoriented. His alarm had gone off in the middle of a dream. The memory of it was already fading, but he remembered that it was unpleasant. Something about Amy and arguing about having children.
He got the grumps out in his weight room. A few hours later, he couldn't even remember the dream; he was on his way to see Nicole Hennigan, and his thoughts had turned towards her. The gorgeous brunette likely had something planned for him, and his feelings for her had developed since he had last seen her. He cared for her wellbeing, and he wanted to help her as she was clearly exhausted from the struggle of single motherhood.
The address she had directed him to was one of many rentable townhouses. He found a nearby parking space and made his way to Nicole's door. She answered almost immediately after he knocked.
"Hi Sam!" she said breathlessly. "Come on in!" He followed her inside to find a living space littered with children's toys and dog toys. He looked around for a dog but didn't see one. Instead, he saw two small children come down the hallway and hide behind their mother.
"This is Ben and Kaylee," said Nicole.
"Hello. You can call me Sam."
"Hi," said Ben quietly. Kaylee stared in silence.
"Rachel will be here shortly to take them to the park," said Nicole. They watched Kaylee pick up a stuffed rabbit and squeeze it in her little arms.
"Do you have a dog?" he asked, his heart fluttering at the cuteness of the children.
"No, but Stephanie comes over with her dog a lot, so we keep some toys here."
"Ah."
There was a knock on the door. As Sam looked in the direction of the sound, he also heard a "Ben, put that back! Sorry Sam, could you get that?"
"Sure," he chuckled. He went over to the door and opened it. A girl with very straight brown hair stood on in front of him.
"Hi," she said with a look of surprise.
"Hello," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Sam. You're Rachel?"
"Yes," she said, shaking his hand. She kept her gaze at his eyes, but he saw them filled with a familiar itch. "I'm the babysitter."
"Nice to meet you. Nicole was just taking care of... well, whatever Ben was doing. Come on in."
Rachel began to follow him in. "Are you Mrs. Hennigan's new boyfriend?" she asked.
Sam thought for a moment. This was the first time anyone had brought up that label. Nicole had evidently heard the question, as she looked at him with interest. "I suppose we're getting there," he responded modestly. Nicole smiled broadly, brightening the room.
"Ready to go?" she asked the kids enthusiastically. They smiled and ran for their shoes. "I'll get their energy out," Rachel told Nicole.
"Please do," she replied.
Ben stood around while he watched the kids prepare to leave. Their mother kissed them goodbye, and Rachel guided them out. When they were alone, Nicole turned to him.
"I'm sorry for that bit of awkwardness," she said. "Rachel's a smart girl but she's young."
"It wasn't awkward. Actually, it was a valid question that should be addressed."
"I did want to bring it up," Nicole said nervously. Sam took her hands in his.
"I understand that you and the rest of your friends communicate very well with each other."
"We do."
"Then you know that I've also been with a couple of them."
"I do."
"Well, I'm a big sucker for both good communication and for beautiful women." Nicole grinned and blushed. "So, it's my belief that as long as we're open with each other and accepting of the situation, we can work things out. Got it?" She nodded. "Because I like you a lot. I had fun when you came over last weekend and I've been wanting to see you again."
They kissed, and as their bodies pressed together, he felt her heartbeat at a quickened pace. They both wore thin shirts, and he felt her nipples through both layers of fabric.
"I guess I should tell you that I don't mind you being with my friends," she said during a pause, "As long as I can still have enough you."
He shut her up with another kiss, pulling her close and sighing into her mouth. She responded by running her hands around his neck and hair, her tongue darting into his mouth. The effect she was having on him made her moan when she felt it.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked. "I don't want any squeaky toys getting in places they shouldn't be."
She laughed and then squealed as he picked her up and carried her down the hall and up the stairs. "On the right!" she said, guiding him into her room. Her bed was queen-sized and unmade, and she was suddenly embarrassed. Those feelings were pushed aside as he set her down gently and began to kiss her again.
"Oh!" she whispered as he felt her hair. He lifted it aside so he could kiss her neck, sending goosebumps down to her legs. They fell to the bed and she became pinned underneath him. She was at his mercy, and she loved it!
Sam stuck his hands under her shirt and massaged her waist, teasing her by venturing neither up nor down. She wasn't fat by any means, but she was a busy mom and didn't have time to stay lean like her friends. Less than a week ago she had been fine in front of him at the pool, but now she was feeling self-conscious.
"You have a beautiful body," he complimented gently, as if sensing her inhibitions. His hands found her breasts and he squeezed them through her bra.
"Let's get naked," she said excitedly. They rushed through the process, tossing their clothes aside and returning to their embrace. His bare body toppled onto her, his cock nesting on her groin. She sighed at the heat of it and kissed him passionately. As their tongues twisted around each other, he reached down to adjust himself and let his cock rest between her legs.
They continued to kiss while she subtly ground herself on his rod. Soon he felt her wetness smooth their contact. "Oh god, I need you inside of me!" she moaned. He teased her by spreading her legs apart and pressing his cock against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and whimpered softly into his hear.
"I'm ready!" she whispered.
"Are you sure?" he asked carefully. He didn't want to hurt her.
"Yes. Please... fuck me." Her eyes were desperate and yearning. Somewhat reluctantly, Sam adjusted himself so that his crown parted her labia. She winced as he began to push himself inside of her. God, he was splitting her open!
She was wet, but not wet enough. Sam took it easy on her by only using his first couple of inches. Her pussy grip was firm on that much of him, and he still felt pleasure in their union.
"More!" she begged with a wince. Sam spit on his cock and pushed in further. Finally, she began to accept him more easily. He slid in further and back out, repeating his movements. Nicole began to writhe underneath him, rubbing her hands all over his back. Their breathing intensified, quickly synchronizing with each other and with their movement.
"Harder! Harder!" she cried. So, she wanted it rough today. Sam didn't want to leave her disappointed.
