Chapter 11 ~ Mf, MF
Erin cuddled against him and Steven held her, always lightly caressing her skin here or there, as they talked, and grew comfortable with their newfound intimacy. Erin wanted so badly to tell him the truth about herself, and her past... but decided soon, but not now. She wanted to remember today as perfect, forever and always, and wanted him to feel the same. Even if he ended up hating her when he knew she had lied to him about her age, at least they would have today when they were happy.
"You know.... I hope this isn't too much information.... but I dated a few women before I got married.... and...." he hesitated.
"Yes?" Erin asked him, head resting on his chest, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised.
He chuckled, hoping he wasn't in trouble... "... and, I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I think that was the best sex I ever had."
Erin tried to keep her angry face on, but her smile cracked, "Really?"
"Oh yeah. I didn't even know I was capable of three times in a row."
Erin giggled. "Well I am glad I can inspire you," and squeezed his chest with her arms.
He smiled back, "You really did," and pulled her up so he could reach her lips, and they kissed softly, for a while, as the minutes ticked by.
To his surprise Steven was beginning to wonder if they had time for a fourth time, and glanced at the clock.... he broke their kiss, "Shit sweetie, I have to pick up Sarah in 20 minutes, and.... she... will be home in less than an hour. I hate to stop, but..."
Erin gave him a somewhat forced smile, she didn't want to break the spell, either. "I understand... don't feel bad. We'll continue this next time.... right?" she asked her scary question.
He looked at her, understanding what she was asking. "I was really hoping you'd be up for a next time.... like, really soon..." and he smiled, and she smiled, and she kissed him one more time, and jumped out of bed.
Steven sat up on his elbows and watched her, amazed by how hot her petite body was. He watched her step into her panties, noticing that her inner thighs seemed to still be glistening... he was leaking out of her, still. He watched her mutter softly as she looked around the dim room for her bra, finding it near the foot of the bed where he had flicked it, and she put it on, having to do it backwards and then turning it right side forward.
She smiled at him shyly, "Don't you have to get dressed too?"
And he blinked, coming back to reality, "Oh yeah, sorry, I was kind of hypnotized for a second," and she giggled as he threw the covers off of himself and put his feet on the floor, standing up, looking around for his own clothes.
Erin saw his limp penis, not erect, but still looking so manly, so swollen, so recently used. She stepped in close to him, looking up into his face, her fingers around his cock. "I can't wait to play with this some more... soon, right?"
He put his hands on her upper arms and growled deep in his throat... "Sweetie... if you don't stop that, I'm going to forget everything and throw you back into bed and then you'll meet my very angry wife."
She gave him a little squeeze, "Tempting...." but then she smiled and stepped back. "Next time," and found her dress, pulling it on over her head.
Steven was disappointed when he could no longer see her body.
He hadn't put on his shirt yet, he walked her to his door, Erin's head still spinning too much to really take note of her surroundings. At the door he held her hands and looked down at her face, "I am so glad we did this... you?"
Erin smiled back up at him, "So glad, you have no idea."
"You were amazing," he said to her.
"Nobody has ever made me feel like that," she said back to him, not sure if it was true, but wanting it to be. He leaned down and kissed her goodbye. She broke the kiss and turned to the door, quickly letting herself out and closing it behind her... she didn't want to leave, but knew she had to, it was becoming too tempting to stay. She walked down the hall in a daze, barefoot, heels in her hand, and accidentally hit the button to La Mercada by accident, out of habit, and then had to come back up to her own floor, where she walked to her door.
Steven watched her close the door and fell forward, resting his head against it... "Oh lord," he said out loud, so many thoughts running through his head. She was amazing. That was the best sex I ever had. I'm still married. She will be home soon. Right now I hate her because Erin had to leave. But I can't think that way, and I have to go pick up Sarah....
He realized he didn't have time to shower, and mentally winced... I hope I don't smell too much like her.... and I hope Andrea doesn't come home horny, for a change... He threw on his clothes and walked down the block to pick up Sarah, two minutes late, but they didn't mind. He held Sarah's hand as they walked home while Sarah told him how she didn't like Marcus, he plays with the blocks inappropriately, and he chuckled at his four year old daughter's correct usage of the big word. He got Sarah home and settled and eating her snack, and he quickly planned dinner, there was no time to defrost anything from the freezer so he made the call: pizza night. He'd tell his wife he had a craving. With all the calories he burned that afternoon, he was starving.
And it turned out his wife Andrea was in the mood, that night... whether it was women's intuition, or a primal detection of a competing female's scent on her man, or just coincidence, but when they got Sarah put down that evening she put on her sexy nightie and asked him to come to bed.
Steven had two thoughts... god damn I'm a stud, two women in one day.... and the second was, It's a good thing she never sucks me, I probably still taste like Erin.
He surprised his wife by diving under the covers to eat her pussy... he was still thinking of Erin and was feeling adventurous, and when he could tell she was close, he crawled up between her legs and plunged into her on the off chance she was thinking of returning the oral sex favor. Once he was inside his wife and Erin's juices were being washed away by hers, he thought whew, now I won't smell like Erin's vagina any more... and even though he had his eyes closed thinking about the little blonde girl, he had already cum three times that day, and a 37 year old vagina didn't feel anywhere near as good as an 18 year old vagina, and his wife was feeling sore by the time he finally came inside her. She had cum 10 minutes prior, but was kind enough to let him finish even though, physically, she was ready to be done. She would be sore the next day at work and think about how he hadn't made her sore like that in years.
After he came inside his second woman of the day Steven rolled over onto his side of the bed and collapsed on his pillow, and he realized he could still smell the younger girl's hair in his pillow. He loved it. He fell asleep smelling her, thinking he would dream of Erin all night... but he was exhausted, and if he dreamt at all, he didn't remember it the next morning.
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Once Erin managed to find her floor, she sauntered down the hall, relaxed, freshly fucked, and she felt she was starting to get the squishies in her panties. She was absently thinking she would need to take a shower before her mom got home, but was surprised when she entered her home, walked through the foyer, and saw a birthday cake on the kitchen breakfast bar.
"I thought I would surprise you on your birthday, but I didn't know you'd be out," her mother's voice came from the living room.
Ohhhh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. "Oh... hi mom.... yeah, I was just down at La Mercada looking around, thinking about birthday presents.... is this cake for me?" Duh.
"Yes it is... happy birthday, by the way." Her mother came into the kitchen with Erin with a glass of wine. "Nice dress... isn't that a bit much for the Mercada?" She came over to Erin and gave her a birthday kiss on her forehead. A scent reached her nose... is that...
But then Erin was moving away, "Hold on Mom, I really have to pee," and went to the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her and looked at herself, hair mussed, and cheeks red... but besides that, not bad. But she felt her squishy panties, oh my god, I wonder if she knows what cum smells like. She pulled off her dress and panties and wiped herself, a lot of Steven's semen dripping out of her young vagina. She wiped again and flushed. Then she ran to her room, "Just a sec Mom, gonna change real quick!" and threw on some comfy panties, sweats, and a t-shirt. She felt comfortable now, but she also hoped her Mom wouldn't start to suspect anything. She was, of course, too late.
She came out of her room just in time to see her mother down the glass of wine she had, and refill it from the box in the fridge.
"I tried to call you when I got home but it went to voicemail," her mother said quietly.
Oh god, it isn't done yet. "Really? Where's..." she was looking for her phone, and went and fetched it from the bathroom. 4 missed calls. shit shit shit shit. Coming back to the kitchen, "Crap, it was on vibrate and I didn't hear it, sorry." She looked at the times of the calls... Steven was inside me, and then we were cuddling. "Anything important, or just the cake?"
"Just the cake, and I thought we could spend some time." And now I find you like this. "Is everything ok with you?" she asked Erin, looking into her face.
Erin wouldn't meet her gaze, "Yeah mom, everything's good. You?" Suddenly, thankfully, Erin thought of a subject change. "Oh, hey, I was talking to the girls, they want to get together to celebrate my birthday this weekend, maybe have a sleepover. Can they come over Saturday?"
"Lucy and Nora and Laura?" she asked, caught off guard by the rapid change of subject.
"Yeah. Well not Laura, she moved to Utah with her Dad."
Betty had never learned Laura's father was the nice doctor who had seen her through her accident. She always thought of Crazy Ed breaking her daughter's jaw and putting her in a coma as her accident, even though Erin saw it very differently. She was also a little relieved that Erin was changing the subject... she was not yet tipsy enough to confront her daughter with what she was beginning to suspect. "Well, actually... I had been thinking about taking you for a spa weekend in the country. Do you think they'd like to come?
Erin actually loved that idea, "Really? You want to hang out with me and my friends all weekend?" she said with a smile, even though a small part of her was saying, please say no, please say no.....
Betty forced a small laugh, "Well, not really... I couldn't keep up. But I could go for a day and leave you to it with your friends for the next day. Does that sound fun?"
Erin thought about it, and it didn't take long to decide, "It sounds great to me, I will see what they think."
While Erin was booting her laptop and writing her message to her friends, Betty had been on the phone to the spa, and learned they had a suite available that could sleep 4, and that sounded fine. She made the reservation without waiting to see if Erin's friend's were available and called out to Erin, "Tell them we would get there Saturday morning and leave late Sunday afternoon."
Erin sent a group message, "Hey do you guys want to go to the spa this weekend? Mom said she would take us Saturday morning and leave us to spend the night and then we have all day Sunday... let me know quick!"
"Ok mom!" came her voice from the next room.
Then, thinking absently that she thought she had smelled semen on her daughter, it suddenly occurred to Betty to wonder if John was back, and it gave her a feeling of dread. I will need more wine, she thought.
Erin came back out, pleeeease don't smell the cum on me.... "Ok, I messaged them."
Betty took another long drink of wine. "Why do you use the computer? You have a cell phone."
"Well Nora has a phone, but Laura and Lucy don't, so I'm just in the habit of sending messages through Skype."
Betty took another long drink, surprised she had drained her glass, again. She refilled it, and turned to her daughter, just sitting at the kitchen counter, texting.
"I'm sending Nora a messsage though, telling her to check Skype. So we can at least see if she can go."
Betty just looked at her daughter. Let's just get this over with. "So you're a teenager now. We always said that's when you could date. Are there any boys you like?"
Erin almost choked on the water she had been sipping. "MOOOM. NO."
"No you aren't interested in anyone, or no you aren't ready to date?"
Erin rolled her eyes, stalling, having no idea where her mom was going with this. "Both! Or neither. I don't know!" She thought briefly of Steven's cock disappearing up inside her body, a little over an hour ago. "No, there's nobody I really want to date right now, but trust me, you'll be the first to know."
Betty thought about that answer, felt like it was evasive, but... "Well, make sure I am. I want to meet anyone you want to step out with."
"You got it, Mom."
And now I have to ask if she's seen John... but she lost her courage, she felt exposed to dangerous topics enough for one day. But I'm sure I smelled something when she came in....
Betty refilled her wine glass, and decided to have pizza delivered, that night, and was silent as she watched how famished her daughter seemed to be.
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