The Bridge Club

Chapter 09 –  A Year Of Turmoil

Joanne:

I woke with a start, staring into the dark silence. Something was wrong.  I glanced at the glowing red numbers reading 4:23AM and allowed my brain  to reassemble the events and realize that I had fallen into a sound sleep waiting for Jack to arrive home.  Still I sensed that something was wrong.  Turning over, I  swept my arm across his side of the bed.

Empty!

“Good grief, is he seeing someone behind my back?” I said to myself, a twinge of panic clutching me.  

The irony of that thought after my own weekend of sex with Danny flooded through my mind.  It didn’t push it out of my mind, just mingled there.

“Maybe he’s just out late.” I murmured.  I closed my eyes, still troubled.  

“Too early to get up.”

But sleep would not come. By 6 AM I had all I could take of lying awake with my thoughts and got out of bed and ducked under a steaming shower.   The steam couldn’t remove the wrinkled forehead of worry, though.  

“Where could he be?  Not an accident, I hope.”  

I stood thinking, soaping tender nipples and wondering.  I slipped the soapy bath mitt between my legs and cautiously explored and soothed the tenderness there as well.  I closed my eyes and gently soaped my pummeled pussy lips.  I couldn’t help letting the smile return to my face.  He had been so very eager, my young lover.

I felt like a new woman.  I had asserted my own needs and run off with a young, virile, eager man who couldn’t keep his hands off me.

As I went down the stairs, apprehension returned, dousing the pleasure of reminiscing on the events of the past few days.

“Where on earth can Jack be?”

While the coffee drizzled and the toaster took its time with two slices of marble rye, I checked the phone for messages. None. The sun came above the horizon and began chasing the gloom from the room while I sipped the scalding hot coffee and crunched the satisfyingly crisp toast.  I stared off into the morning light, and Danny’s taut, youthful body sprang back into my mind.  My god! How he had loved me!  His body beautifully lean.  His cock firm and insatiable as it nuzzled me and then thrust inside.  

I loved the excited look of wide-eyed pleasure as he had slipped in the very first time.  His voice caught in his throat as he gasped, .. .. .. what had he said?  I tried to remember exactly.

“Ohhh, … … my god! Ohh, … … so … hot! … “ He had said as he flattened himself against my body.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts and solve the mystery of my missing spouse.  There was a scratch pad on the other side of the table, near the phone.  I tried to read it by craning my neck, then reached across to draw it nearer.  There was no note.  Just a scribbled phone number in Jack’s masculine scrawl.

It was an out of town number, but it looked vaguely familiar.  I dialed, and waited a long time until a groggy male voice answered.  

“Theta House.”

I hung up without speaking.  A cold curtain seemed to close around me.  Theta House, Danny’s fraternity house.  

Caught!  Caught in my very first extramarital affair!  

I realized that Jack had called Danny.  Suspicious, I suppose. He had found that Danny was out of town, put two and two together, and leaped to the conclusion.

A cold lump settled in my chest.  I resented his jumping to the conclusion -  then realized how crazy that was.  But where was he last night?  Getting even already?  All the strange possibilities filtered through my mind.  

“Where is he now?” I heard my voice say.

I picked up the phone and then put it down just as quickly.  I couldn’t call his office.  

“What if he is not there either?  How will I explain not knowing where the hell he is?” I thought.  I sat there, willing the phone to ring; but it remained silent.

Trying to take my mind off what had become a big problem, I unpacked my bag and put all the clothes into the washer, examining each garment as I dropped it into the water.  The torn panties I stuffed into my pocket to discard discreetly.

“You pick a hell of a time to be discreet!” I muttered to myself.  I leaned against the warmth of the washer as the agitator strained under its load. Everything reminded me of fucking Danny, even the back and forth slapping sound of the washer.  I shook my head, trying to hold back those thoughts.

It was a long day.  Jack didn’t call.  On top of everything else, it was a rainy, gloomy day; my mood sank lower by the hour.  

I found myself talking to myself, rehearsing the difficult conversation I knew would come when Jack got home.  I was getting angry with him for not calling.  At the same time, I was thinking through all that happened.

After all, Jack was the one who had brought me along to this affair. 

“He was right, I had been too up-tight sexually.  

“I was way too repressed about sex.  I realize that now.  It was bad for our marriage.”  

Replaying the events of the last few years, I stared gloomily out into the drizzling evening darkness.

“It was you who realized it first!  You who kept suggesting those things.  You how wanted me to play out your fantasies!  You!”  Tears rolled slowly down my cheeks as I sipped a little more wine.

My upbringing had been very restrictive about sexual matters.  It was never discussed except in a “you don’t do it” manner of speaking.  And then when we married, it was hard to make it all right in my mind.  I even wanted to hide in the dark to undress at first.  Jack was patient I guess, but eventually, it started to bug him. But that was just in the beginning.  I was a shy person.  It took a long time before I was self-confident enough even for nudity in marriage.

“I was shocked at what you wanted to do!  But you just didn’t give up.  It was one thing after another.  And then the fantasies involving Danny started,” I said indignantly.  The sound of my voice echoed around the empty house.

But the fantasies about Danny made me smile.

“But, you were right, Jack, you were right.” I muttered.  “I don’t want to be that “mousy” little girl again.  I don’t want to spend the second half of my life hiding under a bushel basket!  No!  You’re just going to have to get used to it.  I got used to you, you know!  You and your wild ideas!”

My practice for the big argument was rationalizing my behavior and making me feel vindicated.  Where was he, I wondered.  Why doesn’t he come home and get it over with?

“I know this can’t last.  Oh, yes, I know it can’t last.  Danny will move on soon.  On to someone his age, someone right for him.  ….. And that will be OK too.    But for now, …….. for now …… I .. just .. have … to have …… him.  I just hope you can .. deal with it, ,, ,,, dear Jack.”

Jack’s car lights turned into the drive.  I sat waiting in the darkness, not bothering to turn on the lamp.  The garage door closed.

I wiped a tear from my cheek and turned on a light.  The door opened and Jack was standing in the doorway.

“How could you do it?” No hello, no nothing. Just that accusing question.  My heart sank.

It went downhill from there. 

“What do you mean ‘how could I do it?”

“Don’t give me that!  You betrayed my trust!”

“Listen, Jack, you’re the one who started th .. .. ..!” I began.

“Don’t give me that crap.  That was all for OUR pleasure!  You just did this for YOUR  pleasure alone!  How could you?”  It was as if he too, had been rehearsing his speech.

“Be reasonable, Jack.  Let’s talk this through.  You know it can’t last.  It’s just something I had to do for me.”

We talked, mostly in loud voices, for a couple of hours.  I thought at one point that he was going to hit me.  I flinched and he drew back a little, falling silent.   

Sullenly,  he stormed up the stairs.  I followed, trying to convince him that he should stay.  I sat on the bed as he packed a bag.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Away from here.  Away from you!  I can’t take it!”

“But, Jack.. .. ..”

But he slammed the door and I stood silently biting my fingernail as I heard the car start and screech slightly as it left the driveway.

Jack:

“Six months.  Yeah, it’s been about six months, now.’

“Are you getting a divorce, then?” Jolene asked, tilting her head  and turning to look at me.  We were sitting way back in the corner of the bar and I saw the disk jockey motion toward her.  

“I dunno.  Just separated right now.”

“I gotta go, I’m up next.  She put her hand on my arm and spun around on the barstool.  I looked down and looked longingly at the dark top of stockings in the split of her dress.  She grinned at me and nudged my shoulder.

I watched as she began her hip-swiveling dance, slowly losing her clothes and hanging upside down on the vertical brass bars at each end of the stage.  I watched as the front row guys got their thrills pushing dollar bills down the front of her g-string.

When she returned, she was carrying the dress and she was nude, standing next to me, steadying herself on my arm as she tugged at the sling of her pump.

“You know, I’m glad we have become friends.  I like you coming in and talking,” She said.  “But I have to go make some money.”

I laughed sardonically.  “Yeah, I know, I know, I’m a lousy tipper!”

“Right, but you’re cute!” She whispered into my ear.  I could feel the warmth of her body.  “Listen, it’s my birthday tomorrow.  I’m not working.  Want to come to my house for dinner?”  Her luscious lips were crimson and inviting.

“Really?  I should take you out.  How about that?”

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetie!  I accept.”

I watched the beautiful fluid roundness of her bottom as she walked away and then turned quickly to catch me staring at her.   She grinned, and I pretended embarrassment and turned away.

After a few lap dances over the next few weeks, it was clear that I was a fan of hers.  I was one of her regulars, and we had nice conversations that had become even more important than the feel of her pussy snuggling against my lap, or those firm young breasts against my face.  We even slipped out for a cup of coffee on her breaks.  The coffee breaks soon dominated.  We each knew a lot about each other’s lives.  Her father had left when she was 5.  Her mother was a saint who had kept her straight.  Now she was dancing to pay her way through college.  It was a nice American story.  I liked her very much, too.  I thought she like me too.

So, now it was going to be a date.  “My god,” I wondered, “what the hell do you do on a date these days?”

Her apartment was in a new complex on the East Side, a few blocks from the college.  Her roommate answered the door.  

‘You’re Jack?” She leered.

“I’m Jack.”  

“Come on in. She’ll be ready in a minute.  I’m Sally.  Sit down, I’ll be leaving in a few minutes, got a class.”  She curled up on the end of the couch, long caramel colored legs tucking under her knee length, black skirt.

“What’s your major, ……. ?”

Before she could answer, Jolene came down the hall, fastening an earring to her earlobe.

“Are you flirting with my roommate already?  I can’t trust you out of my sight!”

They giggled together and left me sitting there feeling a little tongue-tied between two beautiful girls.

“OK, OK, I’m going, I’m going!  I can take a hint.” Sally protested as she swung toward the door, an armload of books under her arm.

Still fiddling with her earring, Jolene turned a radiant smile toward me, and waited for me to say something.  I was dumbstruck.  She looked gorgeous.  Accustomed as I was to seeing her nude or in slinky, sexily sequined dresses, I was unprepared for this.  I have no idea what I expected, but a beautiful girl looking just like a choir member ready for church wasn’t it.  Jolene wore a tasteful, knee-length brown dress.  It fit her body beautifully, but not tight, not obvious.  It draped gracefully over full hips and cinched her slim waist to focus attention on full, round breasts.  A button closed the top at her neck, and topped a tasteful oval space where the hint of breasts, lovely and ripe peeked out.  A single strand of pearls and solitary pearl earrings looked elegant against rich dark skin.

“You look, … wonderful …” I managed.  I handed her a small gift box.  “This is a little nothing, really.  But, happy birthday.”  It was a simple silk scarf, carefully selected, but nothing special.

“Oh, ..  a present!  I love presents. Thank you!” She opened it hurriedly and held it up.  “Its perfect.  I love pretty scarves!  Thank you.”  I suddenly wished I had brought something more, it seemed so insignificant.  Jolene, however, seemed to like it.  She turned to a large mirror and slipped the pearls off and substituted the scarf, then turned to me.  

“What do you thin k?  I don’t need the pearls now!”  Her enthusiasm made it perfect.  She looked at the mirror, adjusted the knot to the side and looked at me, her white teeth gleaming in a happy smile.

It looked perfect.  A nice touch of color, perfectly coordinated. Completely accidental, but perfect. She looked like an ad for cosmetics, if you know what I mean.  That gleaming, clean look the models have in the ads.

Dinner was excellent in my favorite restaurant.  It’s small, and the service is unobtrusive and knowledgeable.  All eyes, male and female, were on Jolene.   She was charming and good company.  My morale was at a high.  

As we came out of the restaurant, she asked:  “Shall I take YOU to one of my favorite places, now?”  

Not knowing what to expect, I followed as she led the way to a private club in a basement downtown.  The door opened, just barely, onto a large, low-ceilinged  room, jammed with people.  The noise was louder than I like, but I was in the mood for anything.  I followed Jolene through the crowd, which parted for her graceful entry.  She held a hand back for mine and I followed her swiveling hips and round bottom through multicolored lights swirling around us.  

As the crowd parted, all eyes were on Jolene, including mine.  We stood behind a double line of people at the bar and she held my hand and leaned close to be heard:

“Like it?”

I laughed and shrugged, then changed it to a nodding  “YES!”  She laughed and turned to the bar.

The bartender tipped his head and looked at her, mouthing a hello.  He said something to the crowd at the bar and they let Jolene reach in for two drinks.  He smiled and waved away any money.  Obviously, Jolene was a big hit here.

Again I followed the slim waist and the round bottom happily, turning to the wave of eager males along the way and muttering:

“No way, Mac.  Not a chance.”  I was enjoying being in her entourage.  We found a place to stand and sip our drinks.  Again, she snuggled close to me, still standing regally amid the attention.  

I slipped my hand around her back and sensed the silk sliding over her slim waist.  She leaned against me as I caressed the swell of her hip.  Her wrist brushed against my cock and she looked up at me with a sly grin.  I pulled her tight against me and languished in the pleasure of her youthful body pressed warm and feline against me.  I looked down the dark valley between her breasts and my cock swelled against her hand.

We danced, or wriggled with the crowd to music that I didn’t recognize.  

A good-looking young guy asked for a dance and she looked at me for permission, then went off to the floor.  I stood in the middle of a psychedelic scene, a bit out of place, but feeling good.   I watched as her lithe form moved gracefully under the lights over the dance floor. 

When she returned, the young guy muttered “Thank you, sir.,  ” and moved away.  The ‘sir’ took a little edge off the scene for me, but I recovered.  

Jolene took my hand and led me through the rest of the room and out a side door.  The door closed and the silence was stunning.  She giggled mischievously.

“Did you really like it?”

“Sure!” I grinned.

We laughed happily down the street to the car and I watched her long legs tuck neatly in through the door, skirt hiking high on her thighs.

As I started the car, she said, “I have one hour left of my birthday.  Do I get to ask one very personal question?”

“I guess so.  Yes.” I said, not knowing where this might go.

“OK, then.” She paused.  “Are you going to invite me to sleep over?”  Her eyes smiled.

We sat smiling at each other.   Finally, I said, “Now how am I to answer a question like that?”

“Sorry.  I was just afraid you might not ask. That’s all.”

It was quiet for a moment as I drove down the street.

“Jolene, will you sleep over tonight?”

Her hand slipped over mine.  “Yes, .. I think I will!  I thought you’d never ask.”

I parked the car in the curved driveway of my ancestral home and switched off the engine.  Jolene was staring at the columns that fronted the big old-fashioned porch and the dark awnings hooding the windows upstairs.

“Jeeze!  Mama lives good in the ‘hood, don’t she?” she said, affecting a very deep black patois and rolling her eyes at me.

“Yeah, Mom does OK.” I opened the door and walked around to open her door as she waited.  The under-dash lights glowed over luxuriant, showgirl legs as she swung out and stood tall and lithe next to me, still looking at the house.

The heavy door swung in and I flipped on lights.

“Nice.” She murmured, looking around.

I opened a bottle of wine and sat across the coffee table from Jolene.  She had slipped off her shoes and tucked her legs under her on the big deep couch.

“So, tell me, what’s happening with your wife?”  

“Ah, that.  Well, not much, I guess.  Why?”

“Just curious.  You told me about being separated.  Going to get divorced?”

I looked at her, and thought about it while I spread some cheese spread on a cracker and held it for her to nibble from my fingers.

“Sure you want to know all that ugly stuff?”

“Sure.”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds you know.”

“Are you talking?”

“Oh, yes.  We’ve talked.” She waited expectantly and I looked longingly at her lovely young body.  The pretty legs, the lush lips , the open collar so inviting between her breasts.

“And?”

“Trouble is, .. ..  when you talk and both people get mad, the volume keeps going higher.   You see, she thinks she just did what I encouraged her to do -- get more sexually involved.  She doesn’t see why I am suddenly so pissed off.”

“Are you sure you’re being fair?”

“Probably not.  Who is in these things?  One person raises her voice, then you raise yours.  It gets so loud that you step back.  It gets louder so you step back again.  You find yourself shouting at the top of your voice from opposite sides of the room and then you can’t hear anything.  Don’t let this happen to you, you hear?”  I laughed, but the laugh was hollow.

“But you’re still trying?”  Jolene snuggled deeper in to the couch and I appreciated the expanse of thigh she showed me.

“A little, I guess.  Well, not really.  God, I wish you weren’t studying sociology!”

Jolene laughed and I longed to kiss those lips that flashed open on white teeth.

“So, what’s holding up the divorce?” She asked.

“Despite the statistics, it isn’t so easy as it sounds.  I think that the fifty percent of marriages that end in divorce, … … were never really marriages.  A lot of them got married because it was time to get married, .. .. .. more than it was the right person.  I mean, at least one partner didn’t commit in the first place.”

“Hmm, interesting.”

“Anyway, I’m surprised to find that that ‘til death do us part’ thing is a hard thing to toss out.  I don’t know about other people, but, I find it hard to get past.  Do you have any idea what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I think so.  So, it’s not that easy, eh?  So why not forgive and forget.”

“Ah, that’s the other problem.”  I laughed.

“Can’t do that either?”  She said, a tiny smile crossing her lips.

“Nope.”

“Must be frustrating.” She said, sympathetically.

“You could say that,” I laughed halfheartedly.

Jolene asked to see the rest of the big old house and after a brief tour downstairs she followed me up the creaking stairs, watched as I wound the huge grandfather clock, and then peered into my old bedroom.

“Your mother kept your room?” she asked, eyes arching, a smile prettily fetching my attention.

“Yeah.  Kind of embarrassing, isn’t it?” I flicked on the light and there was my old bunk bed, a desk now cluttered with a pair of skis I had been doing a little maintenance on and walls full of old clippings. The centerfold pictures were from years before they started showing all, pretty girls with their legs clamped tight together.

“And this is where you abused yourself as a kid, I suppose?” She said, a taunting grin across her pretty face.  She sat on the lower bunk bed and peered up at me accusingly.

“Many, many times.  Lots of happy moments there!” 

Jolene giggled and asked where the ‘little girl’s room’ was.  I pointed across the hall and she slipped past me and then closed the door quietly.

I turned to the desk and idly toyed with the ski binding, turning on the old-fashioned desk lamp to see better.  Intent on the task, I didn’t hear Jolene come down the hall.  The overhead light went out, leaving the room dimly illuminated by the desk lamp,

She was wearing only panties and the scarf around her neck.  Smiling, she stood next to the bunk beds, statuesque, lithe, beautiful.  Her breasts were firm and round and jutted toward me proudly.  Her panties were just a shade lighter than her skin, a rich creamy caramel color, satin smooth and taut across a pubic, mound that stood out from a firm tummy, faintly rounded. Between her legs, the square H-shape looked inviting.

“Can I be your dream girl?”

No matter how old and experienced you get, you never get over the clutzy feeling that a pretty girl taking off her clothes gives you when you are still clothed.  

I accepted her invitation and Jolene unwound her lovely body into my old bunk bed.  It had never looked so good, even in my adolescent dreams.  She lay back against the wall, one foot on the floor, the other knee raised, and smiled out at me.  My eyes never left her as I wrenched my clothes off and approached her.  

“It’s going to be awfully cramped.  You sure?” 

“We’ll manage.” She said, suppressing a giggle once again.  

Her hands were out to me and knelt on the floor and stared at her lovely dusky body.  I could see the hint of a dark triangle of hair under the silky panties and knelt on the floor to lean closer, parting her legs as Jolene scooted around to accommodate me.  I nuzzled and kissed my way along smooth, wondrous thighs and drank in the scent of her sex and her perfume in deep breaths, filling my lungs and my mind with her beauty.

“You don’t have to .. .. ..” She began.

I pressed my lips against the flat panel of panties against incredibly soft folds of her pussy lips and slowly, very slowly, moved my lips back and forth across her crease.  My lips barely touched her, just sensing and feeling the soft resilience of her most secret part.  

Her scent was rich and heavy under my nose, that now touched the crisp tuft of curls over the point of her mound.  I felt I could have stayed just like that for the rest of the evening and been perfectly content.  It was sensuous in the extreme, having this beautiful young body, fresh and yielding under my lips.  I slipped my hands under her bottom and relished the fullness under the silky panties.  Jolene smiled down at me, making no move, just letting me graze contentedly, as I fondled her body.

“It’s not necessary.. .. .. ..” She said quietly.

I began sliding the panties down, loathe to lose the silky sennsation.  She raised her hips and watched as I hungrily pressed my lips against her bare pussy.  I could sense her reaching down to slip the panties from the leg where they had clung as my tongue parted those sweet lips for the first time.

“Oh, .. my!” She murmured.

I smiled up at her and then examined her pussy more closely.   Between her dark brown lips glistening bright with moisture, her inner lips were a radiant fuchsia color.  It was a shocking, pleasing contrast.  This bright pink color against her dark skin radiated sensuality.  It took my breath away for a moment, and then I kissed the tiny bud at the top of her inviting crease and softly sucked it between my lips.  I looked up into her dark brown eyes and saw the pleasure mixed with apprehension in her face.  She relaxed into pleasure as my tongue caressed her clitoris moistly.  

Her breasts, still firm-looking in this position, slumped voluptuously to form a crease at the base of each.  Her nipples jutted arrogantly, inviting me to suckle.  

My hands still lifted her bottom like a chalice from which my lips savored thick creamy juices.  My nose nestled in the tangled thicket of coarse black hair, quite different in texture from any I had touched before.  I found it very pleasant, and very exciting.  As my tongue explored her, my nose enjoyed this new sensation accompanied by the scent of her perfume.

I slipped my tongue deeper into her vagina and felt her move with pleasure against my mouth.

“Mmmmmm … … yes.”

I continued tasting her, my tongue circling the small opening.  I slipped one finger into her and beckoned against the firm spot behind her clitoris.  She jumped slightly at the touch, then put her hand on my head, encouraging more.  The hot, wet cream of her body surrounded my finger as I fondled inside her snug vagina.

“Ohhhh, .. .. .. Mmmmmm .. .. ..!” she gasped slightly, her fingers twirling my hair as she guided my head slightly, tugging me deeper.  Jolene’s eyes closed with pleasure, her nipples even more crisp looking in the dim light.  I continued my licking and fondling.

“You know, .. ..” She paused.  

“What?”

“It’s just that I have never liked that.  When someone did that to me before.  I didn’t really like it so much.. .. .. .. but,  .. ..  what you did, .. .. I liked very much!” 

She finished the sentence breathily into my ear as I snuggled against her on the lower bunk.  I was hoping that it didn’t collapse under us.

We lay there, kissing and touching, lying on our sides.  My hands were full of her breasts.  They felt incredibly heavy and perfect; round and firm.  I fondled, squeezed, smoothed them, enjoyed them, enjoyed the wonderfully sensual feel of her skin.  I teased her nipples with poised fingertips, and then explored lightly the twin globes and the subtle little crease at the base of her breasts.  

Jolene pressed her tongue deep into my mouth, exploring, teasing, twirling my tongue.  Her lips sucked on mine, sucked my tongue into her warm mouth.  Her hand reached between us and I shuddered at the touch of her fingers surrounding my hard cock.  She moved so that she could brush the sensitive tip of my cock against the crisp patch of curls at her mound and then led me to explore the softness of her pussy lips.  She squirmed as the length of my cock nestled between her thighs, snug against her pussy lips, and then pressed her legs tight together around me.   We lay there fondling each other with our bodies, like two cats curling against each other.  It was exquisite, hard to describe in words. Elegant.  Lovely.  

“Come on, Tiger,” she whispered into my ear, “just like in your teenage dreams.   I want you.”

I rolled on top of beautiful, soft Jolene.

“Sweetheart, it was never anything like as good as this!” I murmured.  Jolene giggled happily and opened her legs wide for me.

As I probed between her fuchsia lips for that heavenly tunnel, Jolene tilted her hips to help, and I felt the shock of her body heat as the exposed head of my cock slipped inside.  We looked at each other wide-eyed at the sensation, then smiled into each other’s eyes.  She thrust up along my length and I sank deep into her snug vagina and rested against her for a long moment of pleasure.

“Oh, baby, .. ..” She said.

“Yeah, me too, .. .. ..” I replied, feeling the smooth moist warmth of her along the entire length of my cock.  The coarse black hair of her mound pressed against my own at the base of my cock.  I pressed closer, wanting more of that tactile sensation against my body.

Jolene put her feet against the upper bunk and squirmed with me.

“This is not so bad, is it?” She teased.

“I was wrong.  Perfect fit!” 

Somehow the tight quarters of the bunk beds didn’t bother us at all.  We were snuggly coupled.  I confess that I did briefly think of all those nights where this would have been an unfulfilled dream of my adolescence.  But the real sensation of Jolene’s body brushed aside any dreams other than the present.

Using the upper bunk for leverage, Jolene thrust against me as I thrust into her body.  Her pussy clasped my cock.  I felt all the little rills and valleys of her tight vagina teasing pleasure buds along the entire length of my cock.  The head of my cock explored dream-like moist depths.  She felt smooth and velvety inside.  She held onto me as I pulled out until the tighter ring at the outer end of her tunnel grasped the deep crease behind the head of my dick.  Then she would suck me right back inside, as I slipped deep and her legs opened wider to get all of me inside her pleasure.

“Now, .. .. harder, .. harder, .. .. give it to me!  Fuck me. Now!” She gasped.

“Yes!” I rasped in her ear.

Her legs clasped my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck tightly as her orgasm took control.  I urgently thrust harder, straining to reach deeper, struggling to touch more of her.  I was hanging on, trying to be good, as Jolene bucked and thrust in taut orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it .. .. that’s it .. .. more .. .. more … come on .. give .. it … to …. ME!”

I felt my balls tightening and again shoved my cock deeper into her wonderfully tight vagina. Again and again, I thrust, my toes tensely pressing against the slats at the end of the bed, shoving my cock hard and fast into her.   The old bunk beds shook under the pounding of our bodies.

“Ohhhhhhhh! .. “  I felt her quiver violently, heard her stifled cry of pleasure close against my ear, then her relaxation under me.  

“Come, baby!” she murmured.

I felt my hot sperm shooting up the channel of my cock and into Jolene.

“That’s it, give it to me!” She whispered.

Spurt after hot spurt issued as I thrust firmly into the welcoming warmth of her body.  I slumped onto her, spent at last.    I rolled off her body, leaving my thigh between hers as our juices dribbled from her snug pussy and our perspiration-covered bodies exuded the steamy heat of our passion.  Jolene snuggled closer, clasping my thigh between her own.

‘You’re a wonderful lover!” I murmured into her ear, nibbling strands of her hair with my lips.

“You, too, lover.” She smiled.

I had the coffee brewing and sliced potatoes sautéing on the griddle when she came downstairs.  Her hair was sleep-tousled and her lips smiling.

“I found one of your shirts, OK?” She asked.

She looked cute.  The white shirt reached below her panty line except on the sides where I recognized the tan lace.  Three buttons remained open, glimpsing those lovely round breasts, probably slightly abraded by my beard.

“Looks better on you than me.” I said, “But you have to button the flaps down, you know.”  I buttoned the collar tabs as she stood close and looked up expectantly for the kiss.  My hands brushed the top slopes of her breasts and she pressed closer.

Over crisp bacon, eggs, potatoes and toast, we talked lazily about last night, about what she wants to do with her life, that sort of thing.  

“Where do you ski?” She asked.

“We have a chalet in Colorado.  Haven’t been for a while.  Not very inviting sport alone.”

“I envy you.  I only get to go about once a year, if that.”

“Oh, you ski?”

“Yes, love it.”

“Want to go sometime?  I still own at least half of the chalet, I think!  I better take advantage of it; she might have everything soon.”

“Not sure I can afford it this year.  But I’d love to go.”

“Don’t worry.  I have airline miles out the wazoo!”

“Really?”

In a few minutes we had set a tentative weeklong ski trip for December.  It was something to look forward to.