She crooked her finger, so I followed. She led me to her bedroom. I stopped in the doorway. She turned in the center of her room. “Don’t chicken out now.”“Why can’t we still be boyfriend and girlfriend?” she finally asked.
“Because, you need to get on with your life.” She started to protest but I waved her quiet and went on. “Do you remember when we started together and you said about how older guys were good for girl’s first times so they could learn from an experienced guy, a guy who would teach them?” She nodded. “Well, Sweetie, you’ve had that. I think you need to learn about guys your own age now. That’s why the conflict.”
“But why can’t I have both?” she asked sniffling a little.
“If you could, it wouldn’t be a conflict. I think you need to flirt, to chase a boy and catch him just like you caught me,” I said.
She smiled at that. Then she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed. “I’ll always remember you.”
I hugged her back. “I will too, Sweetie. Now call your friends and tell them you really would like to go on that picnic.”
She looked at me.
I smiled and said, “Yes, I’m sure.”
Claire kissed me, one of affection, and bounced out to the living room and to the phone.
I knew it was well and truly over.
It was a difficult week or so, seeing her every day. Knowing there was just a door between me and her, that she was sleeping right there. All I needed to do was go over and join her in bed… Naomi helped a lot by talking with me when Claire joined her friends.
Once again, I proved that I know nothing of the female of the species. I returned early one morning maybe two weeks after the breakup and got my upload done. I walked out onto the porch that ran around the back of the house. There was Naomi wearing nothing but a sweater that had been pulled apart, framing and showing off her breasts. I gulped unable to believe I had just walked into her sunbathing or something. I blushed. “Excuse me. I didn’t know…”
She smiled a devilish smile. “You done for the day?” I nodded wondering what that had to do with her standing out here naked. “Good,” she said. “I’m not sure I can wait a moment longer.”
She crooked her finger, so I followed. She led me to her bedroom. I stopped in the doorway. She turned in the center of her room. “Don’t chicken out now.”
What man can resist that challenge? I followed her into her room. She put her arms round my neck. “Okay big boy. I’ve been listening too long now to my daughter moaning at night. My turn.”
“But Naomi…” I started.
She cut me off by shaking her head. “I don’t want to hear it. Do you know how long it’s been since I got laid?”
I shook my head.
“Too long. Now kiss me,” she said and looked up at me.
What could I do? I bent down and kissed her. She took over and turned that kiss from friendly to passionate in seconds. She pushed my shirt up and off, only breaking the kiss long enough to get that shirt over my head. She mashed our lips back together even as she was tossing it aside. Then her hands found my zipper and she was ripping that apart.
To be truthful, I had never met a woman this aggressive and I was a bit put off, maybe scared. I was just a year out of college and and only had a few girlfriends leaving me a bit uncertain. Naomi had been married and was experienced and more confident and she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it from a man. The table had turned from me being the older more experienced to the younger less experienced participant.
When her hand dipped down into my pants and found my cock, my unease diappeared. Her hand swirled round the shaft, stroking and pulling. Oh Lord, that brought the starch to it. And it changed me from passive participant to active aggressor.
Naomi knelt in front of me, kissing and licking my cock. She pulled off the slippers I wore around the house and pulled down my jeans, helping me step out of them. Then she grabbed my cock and started sucking and licking it. If she kept this up long I knew I’d fill her mouth rather than her pussy with my cum.
Naomi pulled my hard cock from her lips, kissing it once, then she stood and pushed me back onto her bed. She stepped back and started to slowly and sensually remove her only bit of clothing, that sweater. Oh my God there is nothing as sexy as a woman slowly removing one last piece of clothing when her eyes are full of lustful promise. I thought my cock was going to explode from the pressure.
She paused with the sweater hanging from one hand letting me drink in her sexiness, an Aphrodite gloriously naked and gloriously reveling in her own sensuousness. The look in her eyes was lust personified, a pure carnivorous animal lust that told me I was in for a wild ride. She let the sweater drop and came to the bed.
Naked, she crawled up between my legs on the bed. She stopped over my throbbing cock. As she bent down to lick it, I screamed in my head, ‘DON’T CUM YET!’ I wanted this to last.
She took my cock in her mouth, slavering over it, leaving it coated with a slimy mantle. Then she crawled up over my loins, held my cock straight up and slowly settled down, pushing my cock up into her pussy. Man, she was as tight as a virgin, testifying to the many years since she had someone. As she bottomed out, Naomi threw back her head and moaned, “Yesss…”
Her pussy clamped down on my cock and once again I had to use all of my willpower to keep from splashing my cum up into her right then. Naomi ground down on my loins, rubbing her pussy and clitoris all over, I felt her juices flowing down and puddling at the base of my cock. The woman was definitely turned on. She leaned forward, running her button along my shaft in fast little lunges, up a little then quickly back down. Her breath was already coming in shallow pants accompanied by little moans.
Then, her whole body went stiff; her fingers clutching at my chest, eyes closed and mouth open. Nothing moved except the muscles in her pussy which clutched rhythmically around my cock, over and over trying to pull my seed deep inside. The only reason that I didn’t join her climax was that I was so surprised the rapidity with which it hit. Naomi fell against my chest breathing hard.
Her pussy was still massaging my cock. That felt quite good and my hips joined in, stuffing my shaft up into her slowly, again and again. She moaned and looked into my eyes. I saw that same feral look of lust that seemed to be saying, ‘You want more… Okay, here it comes.’
“I want you on top,” she said. I rolled over and she followed keeping her loins glued to mine. “Fuck me,” she commanded.
Like any gentleman, I did exactly what the lady requested. I fucked her hard.
So the second chapter of my trip up the mountain opened. Claire was pursuing a young fellow named Derek and Naomi had grabbed me. Every afternoon, when I returned from the equipment, I would find Naomi waiting for me, usually in some state of undress.
It got to be a little game, where would I find the half naked to completely naked Naomi? One afternoon, she might be lying on my bed, legs spread, her hands toying with her own sex, wet and ready for me to drop my drawers and plunge into her. Another day, she might be in her own bed, pretending to be napping as I would quickly disrobe then ravish her sleeping form, only to have her ‘awaken’ as I plunged into her. Another day, she might be sun bathing on the deck and we’d make love in the bright light of the mountains. Every day it was something new and wonderfully sexy.
Of course, Claire had to notice eventually. Her first reaction was anger. But Naomi and she went off to talk. I’ll never know exactly what was said in that woman to woman talk. But when they returned sometime later, both were laughing and blushing, so they must have had a real heart to heart. Claire would give me impish little grins after that, like she knew a secret I didn’t. I’ve always wondered why they were giggling like that.
Claire surprised me one day when she cornered me and said, “Mike, will you take me to the store?”
“Yeah, sure. What’s the deal?”
“I need to buy condoms,” she said.
I was thunderstruck. I remembered a conversation I had with her telling her that I thought all girls should carry condoms. The truth is you never know what might happen. We’d like to think we are in charge of our emotions and desires but we aren’t always. Better to be prepared. But I knew this wasn’t just a just-in-case, this was a getting ready.
“Have you…” I asked.
“Not yet, but…” she answered.
I nodded, then bucked up like it wasn’t as devastating as it felt. “Let’s go.”
I drove down to the market and led her to the aisle. She was confronted with a bewildering array of choices. Her eyes went wide. I started explaining about sheep, latex, and polyurethane. She started blushing and fidgeting. “Claire, if you’re going to be an adult you have to act like one. So, relax, learn, and quit worrying that someone will see you.” She smiled at that. We finally chose some thick latex condoms since I knew loss of feeling wouldn’t be an issue with teen boys. It might even slow them down enough to give her time.
I knew she took them along on a picnic, supposedly with other couples, she went on that Saturday. I had a strong feeling that those teen couples would be coupling all right.
On Monday, Claire found me alone and said, “I need to go to the store again.”
“Holy shit! The whole box?” I said.
“Not me,” Claire retorted. “I just used two.” Then she blushed a furious red.
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself and her. She started to get mad but I said, “No, I’m laughing at me too.”
The laughter swept both of us for a while. When it died down to giggles I had to ask, “A whole box?”
Claire looked abashed but said, “I can’t help it. April was there and Corinne and Jennifer and Heather.”
“So, five of you…” I said.
“Mike… It’s like you said, the guys didn’t last long. They went through them…” She blushed again but gamely continued. “It was pretty funny though I guess. Jacob used four by himself. The first one before he even got on top of Heather.”
It wasn’t funny to me imagining five pretty girls all with their legs spread. It was sexy as hell, but not funny. “Yeah well. So you need to go to the store. I hope you are charging your friends. You could go broke this way,” I said. "If you tell the guys, no contribute, no pussy, they'll come up with the bucks, believe me."
The long hot days of summer gradually shortened to the crisp evenings of autumn, then the cool days of fall. As my time on the mountain grew short I had a problem. I had two potential girlfriends one ten years younger than me, although she was exploring at the moment, and one ten years older. I loved both of them in different ways. My mind was in a whirl of possibilities.
Claire was nowhere ready to be a wife. She still had much living to do before she would be ready to settle down. Naomi was ready, but she was also so much older than I and in a much different place. She was settled down and I wasn’t. Could I suddenly become Claire’s step-dad? Wouldn’t that be a real change?
So my mind ran possible scenarios over and over. What if I moved up here? What if Naomi and Claire moved down to the valley? What if Claire moved down to live with me? Would I be a dad figure or a boyfriend? There were too many choices and none that made real sense.
I was sitting in the main room looking, but not seeing the valley and mountains stretched out to the horizon. Naomi had come into the room. She stood next to me for a while, then said quietly, “I think it’s time we talked about it.”
“Huh?” I said.
“You’re leaving in three weeks. We need to talk about it,” she answered.
“But…” I stumbled.
She sat next to me smiling. “You think I haven’t been thinking about it either? Of course I have. Let’s talk.”
Gradually, she got me talking. Once I started, it was like I couldn’t stop and it all came gushing out. By the time I was done, Naomi had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. I had no idea what that meant.
She put her hand on my cheek in affection. “Mike, this has been a wonderful summer. But that’s all it was, a summer romance. Just like when someone went off to camp and fell madly in love, but she went back home, and you went back home.”
“Naomi, I’m not some love struck teen…” I protested.
“I know, you are a love struck twenty-four…” she said laughing.
I had to blush since she was probably right.
“I’m too old and Claire is too young,” she said voicing it exactly.
I started to protest again but her eyes said everything, as if she could read my mind. But she didn’t need to do that. It was true. Claire was too young and for where I was in life, Naomi was too old.
Naomi smiled but there was a little water in her eyes. “Okay, that’s settled. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the time without having to feel guilty or worry.”
She sat on my lap and kissed me. We were still there when Claire came home from school.
The trucks were scheduled to come on Friday to pick up the equipment. Thursday was to be my last download. The equipment hadn’t been flawless but it had exceeded baseline performance. I could tell my boss was happy.
When I got back to the house, Naomi was waiting. “How did it go?”
“Fine.” I sat next to her, my hand finding hers. There were tears in her eyes. I felt them in mine as well.
We sat in silence for the longest time. Naomi stood up and took me by the hand to her room. We kissed and slowly undressed. She pulled me down onto the bed and we made slow love, holding each other, touching each other as we moved together until our climaxes. Afterwards, we lay touching each other until we heard Claire arrive.
That night, Claire who had dumped her boyfriend some weeks earlier, came into my bedroom. “Mike, please, can I come to bed?”
“Of course,” I said holding the covers off. She was naked as she crawled in next to me.
“I’m going to miss you,” she said.
“I’m going to miss you,” I said.
Her hand found my staff and it quickly stiffened as she slowly stroked it. “Please,” she said.
I rolled towards her and she spread her legs in welcome. Soon, we were moving together, loins meeting loins as we scaled the heights once again.
I was supposed to leave that Friday but couldn’t. Friday night, Claire was in my bed. Saturday, Claire went off with friends and I spent the day in Naomi’s bed. Saturday night was a repeat of Friday. Sunday, I went to Naomi.
“You have to leave today, don’t you?” she asked.
I nodded. “I have to be at work on Monday.”
She brushed back a tear. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re trying to think of a way to make it work, you and me and Claire.” I’m sure I looked surprised. “Come on, I told you I could hear you when you two are together. Don’t blush. Mike, I’m letting you go because I know in the long run it wouldn’t work and the same goes for Claire. This was just a summer romance for all three of us. It’s something we’ll always look back on fondly, but the truth is it wouldn’t last for any of us.” She patted my hand as the tears spilled down my cheeks.
“I just wish I could give you your fantasy,” she said.
“Huh?” I asked.
“Your threesome. But I just can’t,” she said laughing. “Oh, I’ve thought about it. I think Claire might even be okay with it. She went off yesterday so we could be alone. I know how much you would like it… Sorry, I’m just not built that way.”
“I wish…” I started but she put her finger to my lips stopping me.
“Make love to me, then go make love to Claire. Then you have to go. I don’t want you driving down the mountain in the dark, you flatlander.”
I did make it down to the freeway before dark. It was just so hard to actually drive away. Claire and Naomi stood on the porch and waved as I drove away. If only… But wise Naomi was right. I know that. It is just so hard even when you know it is right.
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