After New Years Eve, Dan and I talked on the phone whenever we could manage, between my class work doubling and my mother breathing down my every neck hair. She had not one clue or suspicion of Dan and my meeting one another, and that is how it was going to stay. Phone sex was our only way to keep our fire for one another temporarily abated. His hot thick voice in my ear as he described everything that he would do to me, while keeping my pussy spasming, aching with each word. I was a vampire fan so every now and then I'd be the one speaking Dan's cock to hard, his hand pumping away as I told him what my little mouth and sensitive tongue would give his thick meat. And one evening I started to picture small trickles of blood from bite marks left by him as it slid down my breasts and this sent Dan into a wild frenzy of arousal, as I described what my mind was imagining his panting moans fluttered in my ear. I knew he was not just aroused by my words, it seemed that he wanted to bite me, love bites. Gentle at first but ever to grow more intense until I flesh broke ever so slightly as to release beads of blood. It was a fantasy that may be viewed as wrong or disgusting but hey, to each his own; right.
Dan's cock shot cum from his thick heated cock and as he pictured my breasts decorated with little trickles of blood his cock burst a second time to the sound of my voice. My pussy was soaked at my own words as well as listening to his pleasure, I longed for his hands on me, I moaned to feel his kisses on my tits. My pussy was aching and tight with need for cock, to be split open by his girth.
My mother had made plans in January to spend Valentines day with her boyfriend, and I had that day off from school so Dan and I made plans for him to come spend the day with me. Unfortunately it was one of the denser winter seasons that year so when Valentines day came it was blizzard, white outs all day prior and on that day. Yet that didn't stop my mother from leaving me alone to escape her own personal nightmare, to visit her boyfriend. All night I fretted and worried about my Dan because he left before the weather had gotten too bad, but he drove on through the blizzard, all night til he arrived in town around 10 pm. My mother had left around 7 am the day before Valentine's, so having to wait for his arrival had me jittery with worry and excitement. After pacing and getting sporadic text messages from Dan all through the day, finally there came the text: I'm here baby!
I nearly jumped out of my pajamas, I answered the text informing him to come up the back stairway entrance to my mom's apartment rather than the front. Roughly 5 minutes later there came a gentle knock at the backdoor in the tiny kitchen. I eagerly went to answer it and there was Dan. Heavy winter coat and jeans, winter's chill drifted from him in waves.
Dan stepped into the little space while I closed and bolted the door shut. I skipped around to the front of him and smiled at him. I hugged and kissed his chilled lips. Happiness exuded from us both as he took his coat off and set his backpack down. To spend the time in my mother's bed gave me a giddy mischievous sense of delight.
The heat of the little apartment began to warm Dan up as he moved into the living room. I did all that I could not to tackle him, I knew he was tired and needed some rest after his white knuckled 8 hour drive to see me. My cheeks flushed with heat as Dan easily slipped his out wear off. While he changed into his own pajama bottoms I went into the next room to turn down the bed.
My mother's yellow egyptian 450 thread count sheets felt so soft against my fingertips.
"Can I get you anything Dan? Something to eat? Drink?" I offered returning to the kitchen, finding him in his comfy clothes.
"No I'm fine. Thank you though." Dan was always so gentle with me, even in the way he spoke. Dan silently followed me into my mom's little bedroom, only big enough to hold a full sized bed and a small computer desk; an even smaller bathroom was just off to the right of the bed.
I climbed onto the bed and sprawled out comfortably. Dan stood simply looking at me, what was going through his mind I didn't really know, yet his gaze held a look of awe and love. As if he still couldn't believe that I wanted to be with him, to share myself with him in the most intimate of ways.
I raised my hands to him inviting him to join me, Dan smiled as he joined me.
Laying down next to me Dan moaned with utter relief as he finally had a chance to be horizontal after the grueling drive. I smiled at his settling in, glad to at last have him with me. Our bond, our friendship had grown strong over the past few months, more then either of us could have dreamed of, to those around us that knew of our relationship... The age difference was just wrong to their eyes. Only one or two people from both of our inner circles seemed just fine with us as a couple.
Dan had four children by his first wife, of 20 plus years of marriage. Annie had passed away in 2006, and Dan's youngest child, Andrew who was only 18 at that time had suddenly died of heart failure just two years after in 2008. Both were unimaginable heartbreak to Dan, and his three remaining children; despite the many family dynamics he loved his kids very much.
Dan's two daughters were completely opposed to him being in any kind of relationship, because to them it would be dishonoring their beloved mother. Yet Dan's oldest boy, Sam, was in a relationship with a young girl who was ten years younger then himself and Sam was 29. And had had a child with the girl while she was still under age, so needless to say, Sam had no trouble with his father's choice of woman.
