I woke up feeling drained, alone in the bed. I looked around and realized that the sun was just coming up. I was still dressed, well partly. I had a shirt on and pants on, but they were open and just pulled up around my thighs. I slid off the bed and pulled my pants up the rest of the way. My brain told me things that weren't possible, that I had sex with Lilly, but that wasn't possible. It also told me I had sex with my son's wife, more than once. I hoped that wasn't right, but somehow I knew it was. I walked into the living room and found Amanda laying on the sofa, covered in a blanket. I could tell she wasn't dressed, and I wasn't going to wake her. She looked as tired as I felt. I turned to walk back to the bedroom.
"Scott," she said softly, stopping me.
"Yeah?"
She got up and walked towards me. "Are you okay?" she asked, reaching out for me and then stopping short, not touching me. "Nan...Nan told me about it. About what you shared, about how it felt for you, for her."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I don't know where that came from. I don't know why that came out."
"I don't either, but surprisingly, I think both Nan and Rob needed it. I think they needed a different view of what a relationship is. Nan understands. I don't know that Rob does completely, but I think he understands enough."
"I feel bad, having had sex with his wife."
"You didn't. You had sex with your wife," she whispered. "At least to you that's what it was. Nan said when you were making love to Lilly on that bench, and her on the table, she could feel the love you had. It was as if...as if she could feel what you felt for Lilly. I know you said that you could feel what we feel. But I didn't know it went the other way."
"I didn't either," I answered, really wanting to reach out and hug her, but afraid to. Wanting to pull her against me and feel her softness against me. She seemed to see it, understand it.
"Take your clothes off," she whispered.
"Huh?"
"Take your clothes off. Please?" she whispered again.
I nodded and pulled off my shirt and then stepped out of my pants and briefs. When I was naked in front of her, she stepped back to the sofa. "Come on. Lay down," she coaxed, patting the sofa and then stepping back to give me room. I laid down on my back and then she carefully moved over me, making sure not to touch me until she could lay herself flat on top of me, her soft body pressed to mine. She quickly lowered her face to mine and brushed her lips against mine. "I wish I could feel that kind of love," she whispered, both of us waiting for IT to happen and also waiting for the two of us to be transported off to some memory or fantasy. We waited, looking into each other's eyes, waiting more. But nothing happened. No memory no anything.
"What's happening?" she whispered.
"I don't know," I answered back.
"You don't feel it happening?" she asked, her lips almost brushing mine.
"No. Except maybe getting a hard-on."
"Yeah. I feel that too," she whispered. "Feels kinda nice, especially where it's poking."
"It is poking a good spot there, isn't it?" I said quietly, arching my back a little to force it towards her. She grinned and pushed back against me, the two of us forcing my dick into her pussy a couple short inches.
"This is kinda fun, isn't it?" she giggled. "Having sex together, I mean, really together for a change."
"Kinda is," I answered, wrapping my arms around her and moving my feet so that I could push a little more of me into her.
"Ohhhhh yeah. Much more fun," she groaned, arching her back to work me a little deeper. The two of us rocked our hips in time with each other, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, dragging her clit along my shaft with each stroke. "Mmmmmm this is nice. You keep this up and you're going to make me come all over you!"
"I think that feeling is mutual," I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensations as we rocked together. Stroke by stroke, we pushed each other closer and closer until I felt her pussy start to contract around me. Her legs shuddered and trembled as I took the last few strokes into her. With a grunt, I arched my back and felt my cum lancing into her, surge after surge flowing into her hot pussy.
I felt my body start to relax and stretched my legs out, hers still on either side of mine. She looked down at me with a smile and lowered her mouth to mine, giving me a long slow wet and very loving kiss. I held her close as she moved her face from mine and lay her head on my shoulder. We fell asleep that way, both of us contented for the moment.
I got out of the car and walked around to open the driver's side door. Suzanne looked gorgeous in the long cream colored strapless gown. I held a hand out for her and helped her out of the driver's seat, the slit in the gown's skirt portion spreading until her bare leg showed all the way to her hip. She grinned up at me and pushed the skirt aside slightly more, allowing me to get a glimpse of her bare pussy, her mound and full outer lips shaved clean.
"Just in case you wondered, yes, the dress is all I have on," she said softly before pushing up out of the car and standing, letting the dress once again cover her exposed pussy.
"Suzanne..."
"No. Stop," she said, stepping towards me and slipping her arms around my neck. "I get it. I know exactly why you haven't wanted to come to these for the last few years. I remember dancing with you at the last one you came to, the one where she was overseas. You were happy, you were having fun, even though I could tell you wished she was dancing with you instead of me. But I kept you from being alone and we had a good time. I worked hard to get you to agree to come tonight. I like you. I like you a lot. I have for a long time. So for tonight, just have fun. Do whatever you feel like you want to. You have my permission."
"And if my choice is to just drop your dress right here and fuck you on the hood of your car?" I asked, trying to get an extreme reaction from her.
