Ch. 2: Double Matinee
With Jessie and Aurora in my arms, I certainly could not complain about how the summer was turning out. Regretfully, they were not going to be around for long. As soon as school got out and they graduated, and of course after their trip to Disney World, Jessie was moving off to her father's for the rest of summer and had decided on a community college near him. We did manage a few more "get togethers" before she left. I don't know if Jessie started to have sex with other guys too, but when we were together, she was insatiable. I only managed to get together with both of them together one other time, the last time I was to be with them. Jessie and I hooked up five times in the three weeks we had, each time I came at least twice, if not three times! She was particularly keen on trying out different positions and was obviously doing some research, as a few she wanted to try were even new to me.
One lazy Sunday afternoon, Jessie was over and after fucking her in her favorite position, doggy style, and recuperating on the bed, I suggested we cool off in the pool and watch the setting sun. Jessie welcomed the idea, hopping out of bed and opening the sliding glass doors of the bedroom that lead to the back patio. She immediately dove in and beckoned me to join her. I did not have her energy, slowly wading into the pool.
Jessie immediately swam up to me, head first, mouth open towards my cock. In laughing so much she swallowed some water before she could swallow my cock. After her coughing fit, she stood up, pressed her body against mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing about. As we were kissing, Jessie slowly guided us into deeper water where we eventually lost our balance and slipped into the water.
We spent awhile splashing about, naked, teasing one another. I eventually swam to the side of the pool and pulled myself out, sitting with my feet dangling in the water, and my cock, semi-hard, sticking noticeably out. Jessie continued to swim about as I watched her, enrapt by her big tits and small, tight ass. She was a teen goddess, twenty years my junior, swimming naked in my pool after spending an afternoon fucking. Can life get any better?
Jessie eventually tired of showing off her nubile body to me and made her way over to where I was sitting. She stood up in front of me and seductively started to rub her luscious tits over my cock. I hardened immediately. With each stroke down she licked the tip of my cock, eliciting several moans of ecstasy from my lips. After a few strokes of titty fucking, she started to lick my shaft and kiss the tip, seductively sliding my cock into her mouth.
I instinctively humped my hips into her face as she sucked me off, holding her head. Even though I had cum twice earlier while having sex, it didn't take me long to cum yet again into Jessie's eager mouth.
Jessie swallowed every drop then gave me a big kiss on the lips before she bounced out of the pool to get dressed and head home. I could do nothing more than sit there with undoubtedly a big stupid grin on my face, just reveling in my unbelievable good fortune. I did have the wherewithal to eventually move, putting on a pair of shorts and shirt to offer Jessie a drive home. She lived in a working class neighborhood of track houses, decent and clean, not too far from the high school. As per our routine, I dropped her off close to the school to avoid her mother becoming overly suspicious.
Though seemingly moving in another plane of reality, I did manage to stop at the store and picked up some pre-cooked food for dinner – I was sure I wasn't going to have the strength to cook anything that night. Jessie gave me a true workout.
After heating up my dinner, I stepped out to eat on the patio, enjoying the (relatively) cool breeze. My state of bliss was interrupted by one of those unfortunate experiences one has when houses are built much too close to one another – my neighbors were having fight. It sounded like Alia and her step-mother were going at it again and the open windows did nothing to hide their venom for one another in a respectable middle class manner – behind closed doors!
I had met the Kramers a few times in the yard; he was a lawyer and having lost his first wife to cancer remarried his then secretary, ten years his junior. Given my current "relationship" with Jessie (well, it wasn't really a relationship – we were just sex partners, as I saw it) twenty years younger than, I certainly couldn't fault him for being attracted to a younger woman. Particularly Kathleen who, though the epitome of upperly mobile wanna-be with her over done coiffeur and nails, was an extremely attractive woman, and knew it. She had a long neck, high cheek bones, and soft auburn hair she usually wore in some type of fashionable style. She also had big breasts, always showed a bit of cleavage, stylishly of course, long shapely legs, and an ass to die for. It appeared, however, that she wasn't a particularly good step-mother; undoubtedly, under the circumstances, not an easy task to excel at given the untimely death of Alia and her brother's mother.
Kathleen was night and day to young Alia who was a quiet, down to earth goth. More often than not wearing black, dark eyeliner around her eyes, and she had a few piercings, the visible ones included a number in both ears, her nose and eyebrow. Her hair was usually black but once in awhile she would add some "color" – purple or red. Alia was tall, at least 5'8" or so and thin as anything. She was a rising senior in high school. What she lacked in curves, she made up for in facial looks, despite her best attempts to hide her beauty. I had never spoken more than a few words to her when her father first introduced me, she never seemed interested in saying even hello if I ever happened to see her outside.
Kathleen and Alia fought regularly, though it never seemed to amount to anything more than raised voices. I was tempted to go inside and finish my meal, but then there was a few slammed doors and everything fell silent again. I waited a few moments and then started to enjoy the last of my dinner and peaceful evening. It didn't last long.
From around the corner of the house, just outside my side gate that led to the narrow strip of land that served as a buffer between our two houses, I could hear some sobbing. I toyed with the idea of investigating, but figured it was not my place. Then I noticed a hand reach over the fence and unlatch my gate and in walked a noticeably upset Alia. She closed the gate and walked over to the pool and sat, dangling her long legs into the water. She was wearing a short black skirt and black halter top, though I noticed in the moon light that her face was not made up – she looked radiantly beautiful.
She obviously didn't notice me or was unconcerned by my presence.
"Hi," I finally decided to break the silence.
Alia jumped on hearing my voice, apologizing as she thought I was out as she didn't see any lights on. She explained that before I moved in the house was vacant for about six months and she found it to be her refuge. She apologized for intruding, but didn't bother getting up to leave. She needed a space to contemplate the world and my pool side seemed to be her space.
"Sorry, I thought you might be out with your girlfriend or something."
"Girlfriend? What girlfriend? What makes you think I have a girlfriend?"
Alia just smirked at me, the kind of look one gives when they assume they know the truth and catch you lying.
"Yeah, right. That skank that was over here earlier. She's your ..."
"Skank? Excuse me?" I said, shocked at her judgment of others, as I walked over towards her. Alia didn't move, her whole attitude was so nonchalant. Even her use of skank just seemed to be an everyday word.
"Sorry, Jessie's her name, right? I know her from school. Your girlfriend, yes?"
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Does she know that? I mean, the way you all fucked all afternoon she's gotta be someone special."
"Excuse me? What are you doing, spying on me?"
"Hardly, but given your bedroom window is about ten feet from mine, it is hard not to see, or hear, you two."
I just stood there silently, my mouth agape, staring at her.
"Even though I think Jessie's a bitch, I must say it was kind of hot seeing you pound her from behind. Truth be told, I even masturbated watching you two. But don't get any ideas you pervert. I'm not going to fuck you too. She can have you."
I was shocked, both by her revelation of watching and masturbating and her totally casual way of talking about it, like it was an everyday affair, spoken of with so little emotion.
Her eyes were still swollen from her crying earlier, despite her lack of emotion. I decided to sit down next to her, dangling my own feet into the pool. I figured it best to ignore what she saw earlier, and instead asked her about the fight.
"Trying to change the subject?"
Chuckling, I said, "well, if you'd rather talk about sex, that's fine with me; I am a sexually depraved pervert after all."
"I didn't say depraved, just a pervert! Let's see, how old are you? 40? And she's what, 18 I hope for your sake. Yeah, what's 22 years between lovers?"
Alia looked up at me while she spoke, undoubtedly looking for some kind of response. I think I could begin to see why Kathleen reverted to yelling, Alia certainly had her way of evoking a response. It actually didn't faze me at all; I was bemused by her revelation and attitude.
"I'm 42, so it would be 24 years, but, hey, who's counting."
"You're 42? Hmmm, not bad."
"Excuse me?"
