After our first encounter, the pattern was quickly established. There was no lovey-dovey stuff, but every day when my aunt would leave, Wendy and I would start painting or scraping and the sexual tension would build. When we broke for lunch, things would get interesting.
The day after the backrub became sex, Wendy started the conversation in her usual blunt way. Over sandwiches, she told me, "That was fun yesterday."
I agreed that it was, and told her she was amazing.
"You were good, too. I can tell you've done some stuff before."
I nodded wisely, not wanting to admit my inexperience.
"Do you want to fool around some more?" she asked? "I didn't get a chance to give you a blowjob or anything, and you didn't get to go down on me either. Do you want to do that?"
"Hell, yes!" I responded.
We went inside this time, into the air-conditioned dimness. Wendy shucked off her clothes nonchalantly. I did the same, and at her direction, we laid down on her narrow brass bed. My arm was under her head, and although our faces were close together, we did not kiss just yet. She caressed my stomach, and I ran my hands up and down her thighs, brushing her soft pubic hair with each stroke. When she slid her hand down my cock, I took that as a signal to start and curled my fingers lower along her labia, not pushing them inside, but rubbing her firmly the way my last girlfriend, Alison, had taught me.
Wendy moaned a little, and I leaned over to suck her nipples once again, not forgetting to bite them periodically to get her going. When she opened her legs further, I saw the opportunity and dipped two fingers into her pussy, getting them slippery with her juices, which were starting to flow. I rubbed those two fingers along her slit repeatedly and at the top, spread her juice all over the hood covering her hard little clit. My fingers circled there for a few seconds, then dipped back into her pussy to gather more moisture. She was laying back now, rubbing my cock half-heartedly and enjoying my attentions.
