Rita barely slept a wink. Every time she tossed and turned, she could feel her muscles ache. She had heard the door shut over her head and had made a mental note of when Maya had come home. Judging by the footsteps, she knew Maya was alone.
As the sun climbed up the sky, she knew Maya would get suspicious by her absence. Rita slipped out of her bed, and gingerly walked over to her cabinet. She pulled out a scarf, but quickly realized that a scarf would look too silly over her white, printed shirt, and black pajamas. Standing in front of the mirror, she applied some foundation on her love bites, and ruffled her hair sufficiently, to cover any traces on her neck.
"Morning, Aunty," Maya said, her eyes glued to the newspaper, and with a cup of coffee in her other hand. "You slept till late today. It's almost 9 am."
"Oh yes. Was feeling a bit lazy this morning. Aren't you getting late for work?" Rita inquired, hoping she would disappear soon.
"Leaving now," Maya said, as she noticed a missed call on her phone screen. "Have a nice day, Aunty. And don't exert yourself too much!" Maya breezed through the door, slamming the door shut behind her.
Rita felt like yelling after her to call Maya back. The silence in the house was unnerving. Although she had made acquaintance with this silence ages back, it was different today. Did the wall clock always tick this loud?
Rita cleared the plates from this morning and rinsed the cups clean. There was a strange tension in her actions, as she dropped one cup onto the floor, and it shattered to pieces. Very gingerly, she bent down to collect the pieces, and put them in the trash.
"I should send him a text and tell him not to come. But I don't have his number. I could call his place, but what if he doesn't answer?" Rita was in a fix.
At about 945 am, she was nervously pacing up and down the hallway. Despite a nice cross breeze from the living room window, through the hallway, to the kitchen window, she was sweating profusely. "I should call him, and if he doesn't answer, I'll pretend to be someone else. Yes, good idea."
She quickly hobbled over to the phone but heard a knock on her door.
(Door opens)
"Dave! You're early!" Rita was a bit taken aback.
"Hello Mrs. S. Yes, I was told you have a plumbing issue. Such things can't wait." He whistled past her, leaving her leaning against the open door. "Come in, Mrs. S" Dave said, entering the hallway.
"Now look Dave, we really need to talk," Rita said anxiously, reluctantly shutting the door.
"Of course, but hear this first.." Dave pulled Rita close and drove his tongue down her throat. There was passion and experience in this kiss, as he collected her bum flesh in his large hands, grinding his groin against her. Rita was still flapping her hands, unsure of where to place them and what her response should have been. In a matter of moments, she was hanging onto his neck, as the two unlikely lovers swallowed each other's lips.
"Dave, wait, please, I need to talk to you." Rita said, pulling his hands away from her buttocks, as he tried to dart a finger up her rear.
"Oh man, do we have to?" Dave looked dejected, still heaving from kiss.
"Please. Come with me."
Rita was running on fumes as she guided him to the couch. Very reluctantly, he sat down on the three-seater, hitting her knees, as she sat down on the lone couch next to it.
"Dave. Please understand. This isn't right. I should have controlled myself yesterday. At your age, these fantasies are normal. But I can't let myself go like this." Rita was pleading, but she noticed that Dave was still eyeing her breasts.
"Dave are you listening to me?" Rita was loud.
"No, I'm not. I'm thinking about what you'd be looking like right now under that tight shirt of yours. I'm thinking about how sweaty you are right now, and how tasty your salts would be. I'm thinking about ripping your shirt open, right here, and chewing your nipples off. I'm thinking of your moans, as you spray all over my face!" Dave was digging his nails into the sofa fabric, and Rita was trembling with fear.
"But, I'm not going to do any of that. Not till you tell me. Not till you want me to. Rita, sex has nothing to do with age. Tell me your loins didn't burn last night. Tell me you didn't touch your scars from yesterday and think about me. Tell me you want me to go home right now!" Dave was leaning forward now, and he was staring at her with bloodshot eyes. Rita was at a loss of words at this stage, staring back at him like a confused kitten.
"I've got my answer, Mrs. S," Dave said, dejectedly getting from his seat. "Let's go back to being neighbors." He had played his last card, and it was either a summer full of sex or a slap against his cheek.
"Wait Dave, please sit down." Rita looked at him with pleading eyes, and Dave knew the decision had been made. He sat down in his old spot but leaned forward to come close to her.
"Dave," she said, slowly, "I've only read about women like me, or watched them in movies. We aren't given a very good name, and these relationships normally don't end well." Rita paused, and Dave was suddenly concerned. "I've spent all my life thinking about what others' might think of me. It's still important to me."
Dave was breathing very heavily now, and her new-found confidence was irking him. She suddenly looked up at him. "But, I'm willing to give it a try. I'm willing to explore a side of me that shocked me to the core, yesterday." Dave smiled.
"However, remember a few things. If I even get a whiff of this going out of hand, anyone else even remotely alluding to this, I'll call it off. No matter what goes on between us, if it impacts my external image and the name of my family, I'll never see you again. Is that understood?" Rita was still looking at him with a steely expression, as Dave settled back in the seat.
He had long made up his answer, but he still wanted to have the upper hand. "Rita, I promise. Outside the four walls of this room, I'll still be your best friends' son. However, I want to live out every fantasy with you. I want to bring you to a point where there is no shame or pretense between us, when we are together. There will be no boundaries or guidelines, so long as it's just you and me. Do you agree?" Dave got up.
"I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?" Rita asked, blinking innocently.
Dave dug his strong hand inside the collar of her shirt and ripped it all the way through the middle, making her jump in her seat. Pushing his hands under the cups of her tight bra, he pulled her up to her feet. "What I mean is that these breasts belong to me," he said, fondling them strongly. "From now onwards, whenever we are together, you will not be wearing a bra. I want these to hang under your shirt, unless you want me to shred every bra that you own. Is that understood?" He was trying to close his palms around her massive breasts, and she was wincing in pain. "Understood," she said, compromisingly.
Dave removed his hands from her breasts, bringing her back on her heel. In one swift motion, he pulled her pajamas down to her thighs. "Also, from this moment, you will not shave these pubes; I will," he said, tugging at her soft undergrowth, seeping out of her panties. "No panties when you're with me. In public or here. Agreed?" Dave was running his hand roughly over her groin, pulling out a feeble 'agreed' from her lips. He pulled her close to him and pushed his middle finger against the top of her asshole.
"No part of your body will be out of limits, and whether I push my dick or a dildo up your ass, you won't protest. Agreed?" Rita was panting heavily, and while she would have probably said no, all that she could say was, "Yes".
"And the last piece," he said, pushing his index finger up her asshole, causing her to jump, once again. "The main focus of our relationship is ultimate sexual fulfillment. So, if there is something that will further that, you will consider it impartially. Agreed?"
"What's that supposed to.." before she could finish, she could feel his middle finger join the index. "Agreed!" she yelled!
"Sssh, my kitten," he said, licking the sweat off her upper lip. "Umm, you taste good! Now what do you want me to do?' He was still controlling her body movement through his fingers up her ass. "Tell me, Rita, what DO you want?" he said, twisting his fingers.
"I want us to make love," she said, mumbling the words in her mouth. With one thwack, he slapped her pussy with his other hand, making her wince in pain.
"Make love? Am I your lover? Is that what a woman your age wants? Tell me specifically what you want!" Dave commanded, swerving away from her wanting lips.
"I want you to.." her throat was running dry, "have sex with me. Please!' She yelled, and she heard her own words, her begging. She felt another back-handed slap on her buttocks. "I want you to fuck me!' she yelled.
Dave clamped her lips with his, locking her in a kiss so passionate, that even he was surprised. Rita kissed him hungrily, still unable to move her torso, held painfully by his riveting fingers. The kiss was sloppy, wet, unapologetic, and never ending. At some point in, they were simply blowing warm air in each other's' mouths, but neither wanted to part ways. She was back up on her toes, to match his stature, and her own breasts were coming in the way of completing absorbing this gorgeously young infidel.
There was brief moment, where Dave pulled his face back, but all that he heard her mewling was, "please don't," before their lips were sealed again. He gradually withdrew his fingers from her ass, bringing the tight walls back together. His hand immediately moved to pinching her pussy from above the panty, and he was pleased with the wet sounds from down below.
