Marla Harris woke up and realized it was daylight. She turned her head, expecting Buddy, her teenage lover, to be lying next to her, and was disappointed that he wasn't. "Did...did he go home?" she wondered. Then she realized the house was filling with the smell of cooking bacon and realized the young man had gotten up and was cooking breakfast. "I'm impressed," she thought. Come to think of it, other than her mother, nobody had ever cooked breakfast for her. She threw back the covers and looked down at her body. Dried remnants of love-making remained on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "Buddy really is incredible," she mused as she swung her slim legs over the side of the bed and sat up.
A few minutes later, wearing her fluffy terrycloth robe, Marla walked into the kitchen. Buddy, wearing his shorts and T-shirt, was standing at the stove and flipping a pancake, looked over at her and smiled. "You don't mind that I'm making breakfast, do you?" he asked.
"God, no," Marla replied. "I think it's wonderful. I'm starved."
"I was, too," the young man said. He flipped the last of the pancakes he'd made onto an oven-safe plate and put it in the oven to stay warm. Then he turned and walked across the kitchen to where Mrs. Harris was standing. Before she could do or say anything, he'd untied the sash around her robe, opened it, and slid his hands around her waist.
"Buddy!" Marla gasped. She felt herself being pulled into the young man's arms. Then his lips pressed against hers and feelings just like those she recalled from the day before began exploding through her body. She felt his hands sliding down and cupping her bottom. He pulled her against him and the intensity of the thrill she was feeling intensified when she felt the swollen mass at his middle pressing against her belly. "He still wants me!" she thought, elated. She slid her arms around him and began kissing him back with the same level of fervor he was kissing her. She loved how it felt to have his tongue plunging into her mouth and to have his hands squeezing her bare bottom. Her teenage neighbor seemed to have the ability to make her feel like a teenager, too. It had been ages since she'd felt so alive, so desired, so sexual. She should have seduced him ages ago.
"Is...isn't our breakfast going to get cold?" she gasped between kisses.
"It will stay warm in the oven," Buddy replied. He chuckled, "and we'll keep each other warm, OK?"
"God, yes!" Marla responded. She plastered her mouth against the young man's again. She felt him moving her, turning her, walking her backward while they kissed, and assumed he might be guiding her back to the bedroom. When her bottom came in contact with the edge of the kitchen table, she knew she was wrong. "He...he can't be planning to..." before she could finish the thought, she felt herself being lifted onto the table. The minute she was on the table, Buddy's hands slid up and began toying with her breasts. Marla groaned softly. He was so wonderful! He knew exactly what it took to turn her on! She wasn't totally sure that he planned for them to make love there in the kitchen, but the wildness of the idea was arousing. "Oh, Buddy!" she exclaimed when she felt him positioning the tip of his erection at her vaginal opening. He did intend for them to make love in the kitchen! "Oh, Buddy, yes!" she exclaimed. "Take me, darling! Oh, darling!" Having him sliding into her was so wonderful!
Once Buddy was all the way in Marla's lovely body, he clasped her buttocks in his hands and began thrusting. At first he hadn't been sure they'd be able to make it there in the kitchen, but it turned out the table was almost exactly the right height. He felt Marla's - he still had problems not thinking of her as Mrs. Harris - arms slide around his neck and her legs wrap around him while he continued thrusting into her. God, if he'd only known how wonderful it felt to make love to a woman, he'd have tried harder to lose his virginity years ago.
"Buddy! Oh, God, Buddy!" Marla groaned as the young man plunged into her. They were making love in her kitchen, in broad daylight, and the curtains on the windows were pulled back. She desperately hoped nobody would show up at her back door. She could feel things, wonderful things, building up inside her and knew it wouldn't be long before Buddy drove her once more to the peak of delight she'd come to expect in the short time they'd been making love. "Take...me...Buddy! Please, Buddy! Take...me! I...I need you! Oh, God, Buddy, I need you so much!" she babbled.
"Uhhh! Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Buddy groaned in reply. This was all way too wild. He wasn't going to be able to hold out as long as he wanted to. He experienced a brief moment of fear that he was going to come too soon, then it no longer mattered as powerful sensations of ecstasy exploded through him and he felt his insides pumping his hot juices into Marla.
"Buddy! Oh, God! That's so hot!" Marla cried when she felt the young man's fluids start to gush into her. Then all she felt was whirling, spinning, spreading feelings of absolute and total joy as his explosion triggered hers. "Oh, Buddy! Ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, clinging to him, savoring once more how wonderful he always seemed to be able to make her feel.
After their orgasms ran their course, the two lovers clung to each other, letting their bodies settle down. Finally Marla leaned back and smiled at Buddy. "My God!" she exclaimed. "You are incredible!"
"You aren't so bad yourself," Buddy replied, grinning.
"What a way to wake up," Marla said.
"You ready to eat now?" Buddy said. "I don't know about you, but I'm starved."
"I am, too," Marla said. Buddy stepped back, bent, and pulled up his shorts. She slid off the table and belted her bathrobe back around her. They set the table, Buddy got the food out of the oven and Marla got butter and syrup out of the refrigerator.
"You want some coffee?" Buddy asked.
"You made coffee?" Marla asked, surprised.
"My folks say they can't start the day without it," he chuckled.
"I'd love a cup," she said. "Black."
After we finish breakfast, I need to take a shower," Marla said while they ate. She looked across the table at the young man and grinned. "And I think I'm going to need your help with that."
Buddy grinned back at her. "Awesome," he said. "Can I stay here with you until my folks get back?"
"I'd love that," Marla said, thrilled. "But won't your folks worry if they try calling and you aren't there?"
"They usually call my cell phone," Buddy said. "And I always have it with me, so..."
"Wonderful," Marla said. She stood up. "I was just thinking, before I take my shower, I think I'm going to change the bed."
Buddy got up and said, "I'll help."
"You don't have to," Marla said.
"I want to help," the young man said as they walked down the hall toward the master bedroom. "I don't mind. Sometimes I help Mom change the beds."
Once they were in the bedroom, Marla walked over to the bed and bent over to start stripping off the sheets. She expected Buddy to go to the other side of the bed and was surprised when she felt him pressing against her from the rear. She was even more surprised to feel his erection and to feel her vagina moistening in response to the wonderful discovery. "Buddy!" she exclaimed. "What are...?" She felt the young man back up a little and pull up her robe, then his erection nudged against her naked bottom. She could feel it moving and, seconds before it slid into her, she realized what he was going to do. "Oh, God, Buddy!" she murmured when his erection slid into her. "Don't you ever get tired of doing this?"
"Nope," the teenager replied. He grabbed her hips and began plunging his erection into her. "Do you?"
"Ah...no...no way!" Marla replied. He was incredible. He never seemed to get tired of making love to her.
"You...like...this?" Buddy asked as he kept lunging against her.
"God, yes!" Marla replied. She had lowered herself so the upper part of her body was lying on the bed while the young man's erection continued to slide in and out of her and make her crazier and crazier with need. "I never really knew what good sex was," she thought as she felt her body once more begin the ascent to the peak of pleasure she knew she'd experience with her young neighbor.
Buddy had really intended to help Marla change the bed, but when she bent over, other ideas filled his mind and, impulsively, he acted on them. Boy, was he ever glad he did. He, too, could feel the signs his body was responding powerfully to being joined with hers. His insides were tightening slowly, but steadily, building to the point where he knew it wouldn't be too much longer before he came. He leaned forward, reached under her and untied the sash holding her robe closed, then he grabbed her bared breasts and felt the rigid nipples pressing against his palms. That was all it took. "Oh, God, Marla!" he groaned. "I...I can't wait! Oh, God! Unnnnnhhhhhh!!!" Wrenching, wonderful sensations filled his middle and he felt his hot juices jetting into her.
Buddy's hot fluids began exploding into her sent Marla spinning over the top, into the magical world of bliss she'd come to expect with the teenager. "Yes, Buddy! Oh, God, please take me! Take meeeee! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried as her body went into spasms of ecstasy.
"We were supposed to be changing the sheets, not making them messier," Marla teased as they lay on their backs on the bed next to each other on the bed once they'd calmed down.
Buddy chuckled. "I know, but if we'd changed the sheets, then we'd have messed up the clean ones and..."
"OK, OK, I get it," Marla laughed. "You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Just about everything," Buddy said.
"What?" Marla was confused.
"I have an answer for just about everything," Buddy explained.
