Fenna watched him sleeping, Luuk's slender face relaxed and his black hair unkempt and not swept back as usual. The tray, with a light breakfast that she wanted to share with him, shook in her hands as she gazed at her young lover and stepped over their discarded clothes on her bedroom floor. The carpet deadened the sound of her slow steps.
She had always known her nephew to be impulsive, but she had not reckoned on him being so persuasive that she had gone along with the idea of them going to the street fair and, letting go of her natural caution, she had gone on the wilder rides, shrieking out of fear from the breathtaking rise and then the dizzying fall, only for the process to be repeated.
What she had not reckoned on was how involved she would become with him as the minutes passed and he eased away a genuine feeling of terror that some of the rides provoked. Nervy from her excitement to be with him in different ways, she had also sensed an easing of the tension in him and that being with her had brought.
Her sister Betty and her husband, Hans, were going through a divorce, and, while they lived on the other side of town and thirty or so minutes away, it had been agreed that Luuk would stay with her for a week or two as the last stages of his parent's break-up were gone through.
That he was in the apartment, with her, was nothing new. There was a small second bedroom and there he always slept whenever she had looked after Luuk in the past, and in recent years, when Betty and Hans went away for a holiday without him and his trade school studies took over his life. He had work now, went to a course on day release, and he got about on a throaty-sounding motorcycle that was secure in the basement car park where she kept her much-loved Mini.
Fenna knelt on the bed beside him and Luuk stirred.
"Hi...have you been awake for long?"
He reached out and discovered the silky softness of her nightdress. His eyes flickered open as she leaned in to kiss him. The awkwardness that they had felt on discovering what had arisen between them had been so wantonly consummated.
"Hi, I guess you deserve a rest after what we did last night."
At the time, it had seemed that the world beyond her bedroom window had disappeared.
"That goes for you too."
He looked up at her with lustful and approving eyes, at the woman with her long auburn hair that fell in lazy strands over her forehead and framed her slender face. What Fenna lacked in beauty she had made up for in the practised ways of taking him, and after early doubts had been slowly and pleasurably seduced away.
Luuk trailed a fingertip caress over her pale skin, from her throat down to her cleavage, then the full and rounded shape of her pendulous breasts. The straps of her nightdress, the lacy edge that plunged between them, drew the eye quite easily to what Fenna had brought to his sight and touch. Her nipples poked at the silken cups and his fingers gently squeezed on one.
"Be gentle, they ache after all that we did for each other last night." She leaned in to kiss him, once more, as Luuk tugged at her nightgown, coaxing her to strip it away, her movements interrupted as he sat up and pressed his face to her breasts as they tumbled free. "Do you want breakfast or more of me?"
"I'll show you."
Fenna wondered whether she preferred his fingers and mouth on her sex, or to be claimed by that hard length of flesh that she gripped for only a moment before Luuk pushed her back and buried his face between her legs.
Fenna called out to him in dismay as Luuk began to tongue her sex. "You sure kept your feelings for me hidden!"
"I did wonder if it was only me who felt this way..."
He had been tempted by the sight of her and had flirted outrageously almost from the moment that he had arrived at her home after work. And then he had become surprised that Fenna had said and done nothing to discourage him.
"You got through to me and, besides, we've always had a bond that's been special...and needed few words."
She knew again that she wanted it all, just as she had done last night as every moment together had set them on the path to where they now were, on her bed and after a night of ragingly pleasurable and fleshy frolics. Young he certainly was, but Luuk already knew how to find a woman and to please her.
"Are you ready? It's time for some fun at the fair!" Luuk had whooped and she had seen the approving gaze of his eyes on her last night, and again now.
She had loved his infectious enthusiasm and sense of adventure and succumbed to it all. She had been dressed appropriately for the street fair, with sturdy walking shoes that she always wore for treks in the nearby sand dunes and on the beach, faded jeans, and a long-sleeved T-shirt under a thin sweater. A chequered windcheater, and a hair scarf, had been the final touches to keep out the night's chill.
But once they had returned to her apartment she had eased out of warm layers and had sensed Luuk's deeper involvement with her; that his touches during the scarier rides, like the Ferris wheel, had been only a prelude to finding deeper expression. Her scarf was gone, and he had told her how captivated he had become by the sight of the woman before him with her hair in a tangle of auburn curls with blonde strands. After what they had done to be companionable on the rides, and then the walk home, she was an attractive woman to his sight and touch, and no longer an aunt; someone he'd known all his life and from whom no secrets were to be hidden, or opinions left unsaid.
She had never spoken of any man being in her life since her marriage had ended, over ten years ago, and once in her apartment and after a few words were said about the fun they'd had together, the clutch of his hands to hers had kept them close. Wondering looks and soft words had been exchanged, their actions hinting at the uncertainty of how they wanted to proceed.
Then after a few more words, a hesitant kiss, an embrace that made it clear to her his state of arousal they had fallen into pursuing wilder and deeper kisses; to questing caresses that found bare skin and their undressing of each other; the fierce hold of her hand on Luuk's as she had pulled him into her bedroom.
"My stay here with you will be different, Fenna...you understand what I'm asking of you?"
"Yes, I've seen that look in your eyes from the moment we went out," she had answered, saying what had been so obvious. She had wanted to be sure that she would meet him in what he desired to share with her and put into words what had become so obvious that they wanted from each other.
"Yes, I had to make you understand, somehow. Now, sit down on the edge of the bed," he had commanded, taking control. She had complied, left in no doubt about what would happen next.
"Are you still okay with this?" Luuk had still asked.
It had been such a long time since she had been naked in the presence of a man and she knew that Luuk was not a novice, unpractised in his ways with women, although perhaps she was some years older and a member of the family. None of that mattered.
"Yes, I am, and I want us to just do it, to get on with it and...and less talk!" Her movements against Luuk's toned and naked body, the slick of his penis against her belly as they lay in a moment's embrace, had the effect of urging him on. "We're both where we want to be!"
She remembered so clearly the rush of sensations as Luuk's tongue and lips found her sex, for the first time, and the exquisite pleasure she had felt from a man's attention to her body. Luuk had lifted her legs and coaxed her to rest them on his shoulders before trailing kisses over the soft skin of her thighs; then his tongue had traced a path to her dripping waiting pussy, opened by his touches and her fingers, their pink lips opening like a flower.
Luuk was not deterred by the tug of her hands on his hair, her eagerness to be filled by his penis not to be satisfied so quickly.
He had slicked his tongue over her parted lips before it darted in between them in search of her neglected clitoris. When it made flickering and sliding contact, she had whimpered in pleasure from being reacquainted with the rushing sensations that had been aroused. Her breaths had come in snaps of short and sudden gasps, her calls to him met by the quickening flickers of his tongue and brush of fingers.
"Lie back," he'd told her, and she eased off her elbows and was soon clutching the duvet cover with both hands as he deliciously tortured her with his tongue, the taste of her sex brought to her often enough as he moved to kiss her, and she could work his penis with clutching hands.
"Are you ever going to let me do something for you?"
She had scarcely heard his reply. Luuk's tongue had continued to poke and swirl in her pussy and together they had driven her forward, rushes of pleasure cramping her pussy's muscles and sending little shocks through her abdomen.
"Let it happen, Fenna...I know that you're there," he said and trailed kisses up her body before he pressed his lips to her breastbone as she massaged his cheeks with her tits. His fingering was torture, and she had surrendered to the rush of an orgasm. Something in her needed release after such a long time of denial.
"Don't torture me anymore but come inside me!"
It had sounded like the wail of a wounded animal before her body had shuddered and was wracked by spasms, her young lover's attention to her body easing away the frustration she had lived through without any enduring relief. Unsatisfactory love affairs had only sharpened her need for a bond that was credible.
But this, now, and with Luuk? She had already sensed that the young man wanted to please and love with her; not use her. He had gazed into her eyes, and she had seen wonder in his look. She had taken his hand and pressed it against her belly and had him brush his fingers over her sex. If their tryst had ended there, she would have been happy with those moments of bounded intimacy, but she had then felt Luuk take her hand to his erect penis, thick and still aroused even after all the attention he had devoted to discovering taboo pleasure with her.
