Sunday morning Buddy Wilson woke up to the delicious smell of food cooking. For a second the fact that he wasn't in his own bed confused him, then he smiled. The bed he was in belonged to his neighbor, Marla Harris, one of his mother's friends. He had been doing chores for her for years, but in the past few days things between them had developed into much more than an employer-employee relationship. The night before, after they finished having a long delightful, sensual time in the large bathtub, they went to bed and, after talking for a while, made love one more time before falling asleep.
Buddy still found it hard to believe that he was where he was. It was almost too good to be true. He and his beautiful older neighbor were lovers, his fondest dream had come true and, much to the young man's delight, reality turned out to be far better than his dreams had ever been. As far as he could tell, he and Marla had done just about everything a couple could do sexually, and all of it had been incredible.
He stretched, sat up, and slid his legs over the side of the bed. His cutoff denim shorts, jockey shorts, socks, and T-shirt were lying on the floor next to the bed. He'd was wearing them when he left his house on Friday and he'd even had them on a few times since he'd gotten to Marla's house. "Mom would kill me if she knew I'd worn the same underwear for three days," he thought. Despite himself, he chuckled. If his mother knew all that had happened since he arrived at the Harris home, wearing the same underwear for three days would be the least of his problems.
He looked across the room, saw that the closet door was open, and noticed a man's dark blue terrycloth robe hanging on a hook on the back of the door. He stood up, walked over, and slipped the robe on. He was sure it belonged to Mr. Harris, but Buddy didn't care. It was like the underwear problem, wearing the robe was no big deal given what he'd been doing with the man's wife.
Marla had awakened before Buddy. She laid next to her young lover, watching him sleep, for some time. She, too, had a hard time believing what had taken place over the past two days. She, like Buddy, had harbored fantasies about a relationship between them, but hadn't acted on those fantasies because she and the boy's mother were close friends. Then, on Friday afternoon, she lost control and the fantasies became reality. Now she wondered why she'd waited as long as she had. What was even worse was that Buddy would be leaving to go to college in just a few weeks.
Finally, not wanting to awaken her young lover, Marla carefully slid out of bed. She walked across the room to the closet, opened it, slipped on the pale peach colored fleece bathrobe hanging inside, and walked across the hallway to the bathroom.
Buddy visited the bathroom first, then headed for the kitchen. "Good morning," he said to Marla, who was standing at the stove making something. He liked the look of the robe she had on.
"Good morning," Marla replied. "I was afraid you were going to sleep the day away."
Buddy grinned and shook his head. "Not likely," he told her. "I mean, I don't want to waste the time we have left."
"Me, either," Marla said. "But we do have to eat. I hope you don't mind sausage and scrambled eggs. We do need to eat to keep our energy level up."
Buddy pulled Marla into his arms and kissed her. "You got that right," he said after the kiss was over.
They sat down at the table and ate the food Marla had prepared. She was a little surprised to learn that he liked ketchup on his scrambled eggs and said so.
"It's good, you ought to try it," the young man replied, smiling. He put a forkful of ketchup-covered eggs into his mouth.
"I...I think I'll pass on that delight," Marla said, shuddering a little.
After they finished eating, they cleared the table and moved to the sink to rinse the dishes they'd dirtied to put them in the dishwasher.
Marla opened the dishwasher door and bent to put the rinsed dishes in. Buddy, smiling, stepped behind her and opened his robe. Then he stepped forward, grabbed her hips, and pressed his middle against her bottom.
"Buddy!" Marla exclaimed, surprised - but delighted - by the young man's action. She straightened up, closing the dishwasher door, and allowed Buddy's weight to push her forward until she was pressed against the kitchen counter. She was delighted to recognize the feel of his swollen penis pressing against her bottom through the soft robe she wore. A rush of delight swept through her. "Did...did you forget...forget about...what...what happened yesterday?" she stammered. "Gina...she..." She felt the pressure of the young man's body leave hers.
"Stay right where you are," Buddy said. He walked to the kitchen door, locked it, and turned the mini-blinds on it so they were closed. He glanced around and assured himself that the other kitchen windows were set high enough in the house so nobody would be able to look in without a ladder, then went back to where Marla stood, still leaning against the counter. He again moved behind her, but before he pressed himself against her, he reached around in front of her and untied the belt holding her robe closed. "Why don't we take this off?" he murmured, tugging on it. Marla relaxed her arms to let him take the robe off. Once he had her naked, Buddy pressed back against her.
"That feels very nice," she purred when she felt his erection nudging her buttocks. She twisted her hips from side a little.
"Ah...that feels very nice, too," Buddy replied. He bent his legs a little and when his erection was in the position he wanted it to be, he pushed forward again. He felt Marla moving her legs apart a little bit so he could slide his swollen penis between them. "Um...that feels even better," he noted, rocking his hips back and forth slowly.
"It certainly does," Marla agreed. She shivers raced through her body as the tip of the young man's erection slid over her hyper-sensitive vaginal area. Then he shifted position and the next time his hip rocked forward, his erection slid into her, causing her an even more powerful shudder and a long, fervent gasp. "Oh, Buddy! Oh...my...God!" she murmured. She felt his hands sliding from her hips to her belly, then up to her breasts. He cupped his palms over her breasts in such a way that every time he lunged into her and made her shake, her nipples rubbed lightly against his palms. She'd never experienced anything like it. "Please! Oh, Buddy, please!" she moaned.
When he started, Buddy wasn't sure they'd be able to make love standing up and was excited to learn that they could, in fact do it. Added to that excitement was the fact that they were again making love in broad daylight in her kitchen. There weren't too many places in the house where they hadn't made love, actually. He kept rocking his hips, shoving his erection deep into Marla while he savored the incredible feelings that resulted from their coupling. He especially liked the way it felt as he held her breasts and her nipples tickled him. "If it feels that good to me, I bet she really likes it," he thought.
Wild, wonderful sensations continued to bounce around inside Marla's body, their intensity growing every second. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about what they were doing that made this joining so arousing, but it was. "Please, Buddy! Oh, Buddy, please!" she moaned. "Take me! Don't...Oh, God, darling...don't make me wait! Please! I...I'm going to..." She could no longer talk. Her body stiffened, then went into a series of jolting movements that seemed almost like seizures. Swell after swell of rapture broke over her like a tidal wave. She could vaguely feel her fingers clutching the edge of the counter. "Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she wailed as a fantastic orgasm rumbled through her.
Buddy briefly felt Marla's vaginal walls rippling along the sides of his swollen penis, buried deep inside her. Then, like his love, all he could feel were the breathtaking feelings of ecstasy he'd become so familiar with since he and his neighbor had become lovers. And those feelings, as they always seemed to, robbed him of what little control he had left. His insides began churning and his fluids rushed up through him and gushed into his lover's snug cave. "Oh, yeahhh! Take ittt! Oh, God, take ittt!" he groaned. His hands closed, squeezing the breasts they held, pulling Marla back, pressing her bottom tight against his rocking hips.
