Castillo. Sunday.
I'm beginning to like mornings. Not that I was never a morning person. I had no problems with them per se. They just did nothing to me.
But waking up to a feeling of contentment - to open your eyes and see a place where you feel you belong, to have that connection from the moment wakefulness stirs you, is quite a blessing. For the past week, I've been slowly reconnecting with my childhood town - intimately reconnecting, I should say.
On this Sunday morning, seven days into my return, I feel it. The love is there.
I rise from bed and stretch in all directions. I slap my face a few times, then head to the bathroom, not bothering to get dressed, though I don't pass anyone in the halls. Quickly, I jump into the shower (I lock the door this time, for good measure) and proceed to do a quick wash. I'm much less excited this morning than I was yesterday - that whole incident with my mom walking in on me, the pole falling down and the curtain being torn - which reminds me I need to fix it all today. I have something planned in the morning but I can drop by the hardware store on the way back, and do the repairs in the afternoon.
As soon as I'm dressed, I join my mom in the dining room. My sisters are still up in their room. I give my mom a big hug from behind, then kiss her hair. She presses against me. I sit down at the table.
- Do you want help? I ask her.
- More than you're already providing? No, dear. Thank you though.
I check my phone and text Mary. She's expecting me sometime in the morning, and I suspect how I'll find her when I get to her place. Apparently, my favorite librarian has some news about my father's illegitimate daughter - or rather, her mother. I already have minor details of information, but there's more to be said. Or maybe Mary just wants to spend time with me. It's cool either way.
When Stacey and Heather join us, I catch my older sister's stare at me. It's more intense than in previous days. We eat breakfast in relative quiet. As we get up to leave, I waddle over to her.
- Something on your mind? I ask.
- Well... yes.
I see her hands fidgeting. I wait for her to speak up.
- What are your plans for today? she asks.
- I have something in the morning but otherwise I'm free. Except for fixing the shower curtain. That, I'll do early afternoon. Why?
- I... wanted to spend time with you. If it's ok.
- It absolutely is, I smile at her. Did you have any idea what you wanted to do?
She doesn't answer - her mind isn't made up yet.
- Well, I tell her, I'll be back for lunch, so we can decide then?
- That sounds good.
She smiles back, and then we part. I suddenly realize why she seems anxious. She's leaving tomorrow, going back to her own life, away from here. I have also reconnected with Stacey, in a way that is much more intimate than is probably socially acceptable, but we have no issues with it. I also spent a full day with my other sister earlier in the week, so she must feel somewhat jealous for not having the opportunity to do so. Today is her last opportunity.
I definitely need to come back for lunch, I tell myself. Mary might want to keep me over for a while, so I'll have to be clear about that. If it's an issue, which it might not be.
Walking down the street and passing by my neighbor's home, I see no car in the driveway. Pauline is still out with her husband Jeff, visiting their kids at summer camp. Nothing I can do about it until she returns, and even then. I just carry on and guide myself to Mary Winston's apartment across town; it takes me a whole forty minutes to walk there but I don't feel rushed - although when I get a text from her inquiring about my arrival time, I do sense her eagerness to greet me. I stop in front of her apartment building and text her about my whereabouts.
"Come on up," she answers. I'm expecting something along the lines of when I got to Olivia's last Friday. I'm not disappointed when I push the door open.
I am greeted to the sight of her naked body - except for the black lacy socks that go up mid-thigh. Her hands are on the inside of her hips an she sways seductively.
- Grant...
- Mary? My oh my...
She giggles. I stand at the door, keeping it open on the hall.
- You missed me, I tell her.
- You have no idea, she whimpers. But I'm willing to show you.
She steps forward before I can walk into her apartment, then grabs my head and pulls me into her face; we kiss passionately, trading tongue; one of her hands caresses over my crotch. She pulls from my lips and leans into my ear.
- Please tell me you're going to put that thing inside me...
- If that is your desire, but do I need protection?
- I've taken all my precautions, she states. I'm yours to fill.
Her hand unclasps my pants and reaches into them; I can't help but notice the hallway door is still open; she's acting like she either doesn't realize it or doesn't care. The more her hand wanders, the more I tell myself it's the latter. She further drops to her knees and starts pulling my pants and underwear down, exposing me. The corridor draft caresses my exposed ass; she presses her face against my rising erection, bringing her lips to it. I caress her short blonde hair with my fingers, indulging in the sweet kisses on and around my shaft. I moan gently; I don't want my sounds to be heard in the other apartments. In fact, that's when I start to pressure my partner Mary to move back.
- So delicious... we should take it inside, I tell her.
- I like this danger, she repeats, but if you prefer inside...
- It's just that, well... if we get caught, one of two things will happen... either someone will the call the cops on us... or whoever comes may want to join in.
- I wouldn't mind the second scenario, Mary hints with a snicker, but ok...
Mary grabs my manhood with one hand and pulls me in; I manage to shut the door with one hand on my end. Her whole mouth then goes to town on my cock; I stare at the delicious sight for as long as she keeps me warm in there. I pull off my top and toss it on the floor.
The moment she releases me, she rises to her feet, then turns away from me and walks towards another room - her bedroom. I follow silently. She climbs into bed on her side, spreading her legs, inviting me to move in behind her.
- So that's how you want me? I ask.
- For starters.
I climb in where she wants me to be. She lifts one leg up so I can get better access. She's ready for the main course so I don't dally. From behind and slightly underneath her, I penetrate her pussy for my whole length, forcing a sweet moan out of her lips.
- Fuck, Grant! This is wonderful.
- You're so hot, Mary...
- Fuck me until you come...
That's the plan, I think. I start pounding rythmically inside her; my thrusts are echoed in her grunts as I dive deep inside her pussy.
- Fuck... Mary... I whimper.
- You give me... such good incentive... to work for you, she laughs.
- Be prepared... to work for me... a long, long time...
She giggles and moans as I continue having my way inside her, the warm tightness of her being enveloping me in delight and excitement. In this position, I can't see her face clearly unless she twists her head, but I can hear the delirious panting of her breath as pleasure builds inside her.
- Oh fuck, Grant, you're gonna make me come so hard...
- I promise you... it's not the last time, I goad her on. I want to hear your orgasm grinding against my cock.
