The Game: Part II

Part I

Part II of my latest erotica. Enjoy.

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Saturday rolled around before I knew it. I remember staring at the clock all day long, dreading the evening, knowing I would likely have to face off against Skylar. I showed up early to give Mary a hand with getting things ready. After all, that’s what friends were for — right?

As I entered the house and hung up my coat I listened intently for any sound of Skylar, but heard nothing except Mary’s voice talking to me from the kitchen as she prepared the snacks. I confess; I was relieved. The doorbell rang and Mary called out for me to answer it. It was the wine guy. Actually, it turned out the wine guy’s real life name was Stanley, which didn’t seem right. Anybody who made their living being a wine guy should be named Alfonso, or Demitrius, or some other romantic name; basically, anything but Stanley.

The other guests arrived within minutes. It turned out Mary’s party would be more casual than Mark and Susan's. Translated, that meant enjoying the wines she had purchased without the spitting. I poured myself a large glass of something purple and was sipping it, nodding intently to Stanley as he rambled on about how and where the wine I was drinking was made.

“Stan, can you come here for a minute?” Mary called from the other end of the room. “We have a bet to settle here and we need your expertise.” She was referring to some conversation she was having with a yuppie-looking couple I recognized from Mark’s party.

“Will you excuse me?” Stan said, motioning towards Mary. “Or will you join us?”

“No, I’m fine,” I smiled, providing us both with an eloquent exit to our most-boring conversation. Truthfully, I wasn’t nearly as interested in where the wine I was drinking was made, as much as where the bottle was so I could fill up my glass again. I found it in the kitchen near the others and emptied it before taking a long sip. It was very fruitful, I thought to myself. Sheez, what was happening to me? I was starting to sound like one of ‘them’.

“Boo,” came the soft whisper from behind me.

My heart began to beat like a drum roll in my chest the moment I realized who that voice belonged to. I turned slowly to find Skylar staring into my eyes, sipping a glass of her own.

“Oh, hi Skylar, I didn’t see you there,” I stuttered. “In fact, I didn’t think you were home tonight.”

“I was getting dressed. Do you like what I’m wearing?”

I looked up and down her slender frame as she spun around in a small circle. She was wearing a pair of form fitting black slackswith matching black heels. It all was topped off with a ruffled long sleeved blouse. A conservative look, yet snug enough to show off her ample figure.

“Why yes, you look very nice.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “You look very handsome yourself.”

There was something definitely wrong with this picture. She was never this pleasant with me. It was like I was talking to a different person. I lost my train of thought as I watched her lift her glass, wetting her lips with the wine and sliding her tongue back and forth to capture every last drop.

“She knows,” Skylar said, staring at me.

My heart thumped and I felt myself getting flush. “Who knows — knows what?” I stammered.

“My Mom . . . she knows.”

I looked quickly in Mary’s direction to see if she was watching Skylar and I talking. She was still heads down in conversation with the yuppie couple and Stanley the wine guy.

“Well, there’s not much to know, Skylar. I told you, as far as I’m concerned our lunch conversation never happened.”

“Not *that*, silly, she knows I drink wine. You were staring at my wineglass as if I’m underage or something. She doesn’t mind if I drink, as long as I don’t overdo it.”

“Oh, I see what you mean.” I took another big gulp, draining the glass and refilling it with a different vintage, secretly wishing the bottle contained bourbon. “So, what’s new?” I asked, trying to keep the subject light.

“Well, let’s see. I’m wearing some new panties,” she grinned, taking another sip from her glass and leaning her head back to swallow. “They’re from Frederick’s — wanna see?” She paused for a moment and started to laugh. “You’re turning red.”

That was no surprise, as I was close to igniting with embarrassment. “Yeah, it’s a little stuffy in here . . . I think I’m going to step outside and get some fresh air. If you’ll excuse me, Skylar,” and I turned to make a break for the back door.

“I’ll join you,” she said before I had time to respond.

We made our way across the patio and on to the back lawn. It was a brisk evening, but not really cold. The skies were crystal clear, complete with a full round moon that lit up the area where we were standing.

“Hmmmm, it’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” Skylar sighed, looking up to the stars.

“Yes, it is.”

As she stared into the heavens I sipped my wine and glanced in her direction. My eyes traced her profile, her long curly hair pulled back into a ponytail and spilling down her shoulders as she stared upwards towards the heavens. I worked my way down to the curve of her breast that pushed the limits of the button down blouse she was wearing, her chest rising and falling with each breath. God, she was beautiful; there was no denying that.

“So how was the rest of your week?” she asked innocently, still looking from star to star.

“Busy as the first part of my week.”

“Did you think about me at all, David?”

I swallowed hard. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean?”

She turned and stared at me. “About our business deal . . . did you think about my offer anymore?”

“Skylar, frankly, this is getting too weird, can we just drop that subject, please?”

“Okay, suit yourself, but you don’t know what you’re missing.”

That was easier than I thought it would be. “So, how’s school?” I asked, looking to shift the conversation to totally neutral territory.

“David, will you kiss me?”

This time I started coughing as the wine seemed to change to putty half way down my throat. She placed her hand on my back. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I managed to grunt between hacks. “Just went down the wrong pipe, that’s all.”

She gave me a moment to recover. “So, will you kiss me?”

Her words were thick and heavy as she spoke, her glistening eyes staring into mine. “No kisses tonight, Skylar,” I managed to say. “I’m headed back in the house,” and I started for the back door.

“If you don’t kiss me, David, I’ll scream loud enough that my mother hears and when she gets out here I’ll say you tried to kiss me.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned towards her. She was still staring up at the stars, but paused long enough to glance in my direction.

“You know I’ll do it, too,” she added with a quiet certainty.

I made my way back to the lawn area. “You know, I liked it a lot better when you hated my guts.”

“I never hated you, David.”

“Well, you acted like you did. Why this sudden change in attitude?”

“Attitude?” she asked in a confused voice.

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

“Well, if we’re going to sleep together, I think we should be nice to one another, don’t you?”

“First of all, we’re not going to sleep together, so if that’s the reason you’re flirting with me like this, then you can stop.”

“That’s part of it,” she said, pausing to sip her wine. “The other is you’re so fun to tease. You get so flustered.” She reached out and took my hand, guiding me out of view of the patio door. “Kiss me now, David. Over here, where nobody can see us.”

I stood my ground, until she pulled harder on my arm, dragging me along with her. She gently eased the wineglass out of my hand and sat it on the ground next to hers. Moving her face within an inch of mine, she paused, her gaze washing over my features. “You know David, you really do have pretty eyes.”

“Thank you,” I gulped.

Without further warning, she wrapped her palm around the back of my neck and pulled me into her, pressing her mouth hard into mine. Surprisingly, she was an awkward kisser. There wasn’t much sensuality; more a feeling of rushed passion. Not that I don’t appreciate ‘animal-like’ lust, but generally I prefer to work up to such moments. As far as I was concerned, that moment hadn’t arrived between us. She sensed my awkwardness and pulled away, glaring into my eyes.

“You’re not kissing me back, David,” she said, seemingly annoyed.

“Well, you’re coming on a little strong.”

“I’m what? Most of the men I know appreciate a forward woman.”

“The forwardness isn’t what I’m talking about, Skylar. Let’s just say I prefer a little foreplay, a little more sensual form of kissing, that’s all.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

“It’s hard to describe.”

“Then show me,” she quipped, like she was calling my bluff. I paused. “Show me, David, or I’ll scream like I said I would.”

I could see this wasn’t going to get any better. Reluctantly I leaned forward, taking her cheek in my palm and grazing her lips with my own. I was moving much more slowly than she had; slow enough that I could actually feel her lips instead of ‘tolerating’ them. They were soft, very much in contrast to the harsh beard that covered my own face. She stood motionless as I kissed her.

I was out to prove a point and poured all the sensuality I could muster into that one kiss, sculpting my mouth across hers. Instinctively she followed, kissing me in return, the passion of the moment starting to simmer as we tasted and explored one another’s lips. This went on for at least a minute before I pulled back in an attempt to slow down my own arousal.

“There,” I said, a bit out of breath. “Do you see the difference?”

She was staring at me intently, her breathing clearly labored. “Wow, that was — yes, I see the difference. Kiss me like that again, David.”

I admit, I felt a wave of excitement hearing her words and seeing her response. I kissed her again, but this time with even more passion. She leaned into me until I could feel the peak of her breasts pressing into my shirt. Her one hand was resting against my chest; the fingers of her other gently caressing my cheek as her mouth moved further into mine.

I took her slender waist in my hands, feeling the texture of her skin through the thin material of her blouse. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this to happen, but I really didn’t have a choice; or at least I didn’t want to think I did. If I didn’t go along with it, I knew she would start screaming and that would translate into a scene worse than death.

She was the first to bring her tongue into play and I confess I was ready. I met her, lavishing in the slick feeling of her hot mouth interlaced with my own, tasting the sweetness of the wine remnants on her breath. My cock stormed upwards in my trousers, with plenty of room to move now that I had switched to boxers. I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling her heavy breasts harder against my chest. Our kissing became more ferocious until she began to moan as my stiff cock pressed into her slacks.

“Hmmmmm, David, this is making me so hot,” she whispered, rubbing her hips back and forth against my raging erection.

Now at a point where inhibitions or hesitance were things I could only remember, I moved my mouth to her neckline and began to grab into her soft flesh with my lips. Her fragrance was washing over my senses and I was losing more and more control. Her one hand remained against my cheek, now guiding my mouth down her neckline, while the other traced downward and across the pronounced ridge in my pants. She expertly used her fingers to trace the outline of my cock, working her way up to tickle the sensitive head before squeezing her palm around me, causing me to moan uncontrollably against her neck.

I moved my hand up and across her blouse until I found her breast. As I measured over every inch with my palm, tracing over her now-protruding nipple, I became lost in the moment. She pulled away from our kissing, taking my cheeks in her hands and staring directly into my eyes.

“David?”

“What?” I replied, painfully turned on and almost fighting for air.

“Do you want me to suck your cock? I mean, I will, if you want me to. I’ll pull your pants down, hold it up so I can run my tongue from bottom to top, then I’ll take it all in my mouth. Would you like that, David?”

I literally shivered at her descriptions, a flashing glimpse through my mind of how it would feel to have those sensuous lips wrapped tightly around my now aching member, the breeze passing over my naked body. I nodded a few short nods of agreement and started to unbutton my pants.

“Then start to think about what you’re going to tell my Mother,” she grinned and stepped around me, picking up her glass and starting back towards the house.

I turned and watched her walk away. As she reached the patio, she disappeared from my view and I heard the sound of the sliding glass door open and close as she returned to the party. Closing my eyes, I listened to the sound of the breeze passing through the trees. I even reached down and gave my throbbing dick a hard squeeze with my own hand. I was so aroused it almost hurt, and yet, I knew the whole situation was so wrong. As I thought about everything that had happened this week, I started to realize how insane the whole scene was getting; too insane for my tastes, that much I was sure of.

If Skylar wanted me to stop seeing Mary, then that’s exactly what I would do. If I didn’t, I knew one of two things would happen; I’d be committed to a mental institution, or I'd be sleeping with an eighteen-year-old nymphet; maybe both.

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I made my way back to the party and to the few remaining couples who had congregated in the living room. It seemed that Mary had never noticed me leave. She was too busy gabbing away to some jock-looking-attorney type who was too damn handsome for his own good. I was a bit surprised at the pang of jealousy that shot through my stomach when I spotted the two of them getting so chummy. What a night, I thought to myself. The one woman I am interested in wants us to be casual buddies and the nymphet daughter wants to make out with me in the backyard. What’s wrong with this picture?

I rinsed out my glass and went for a refill as I thought about my options for exiting stage left. Leave and disappear, never to call again? Nah, that wasn’t my style. Make up a huge story about how my job is causing me to relocate; hence the reason I wouldn’t be calling. Nope — too complicated, not to mention embarrassing when she talks it over with Susan and figures out what I liar I really am. I decided to just let the friendship fizzle. I’d likely call again, she might call me, but sooner or later both of us would get busy and not follow up and it would all be over. Skylar would get just what she wanted and I would get back to my lifestyle as a modern day monk.

No sooner had I made my decision, that Mary noticed my presence. She excused herself from her conversation with Prince Charming and made her way over to me.
“Hey, where you been?” she asked me.

“Oh, I just stepped outside for a minute.” Even I could hear the annoyed sound in my voice, the jealousy bleeding through. I knew I had no right, but emotions like jealousy seldom stood the test of logic.

“You okay?” she asked in a concerned voice. She stared into my eyes for a moment, then glanced down at my full glass. “I think you've tipped the bottle a few too many times tonight, David,” she grinned.

It wasn’t until she said something that I realized she was right. I was getting downright hammered and hadn’t even realized it. The intent to speak, to reply to her comment was there, but the words weren’t coming out of my mouth. I shrugged my shoulders in agreement and walked to the sink, dumping out the wine I had just poured.

“So, you’re having fun, I hope?” she asked, following me.

“Yeah, it’s been fun, I like this format better.”

“You mean where you can drink and not spit?” she grinned.

I nodded and leaned up against the counter for support as she began to move around me, rinsing some wineglasses in the sink.
“Mom, I think I’m going to bed now, I’m not feeling good.”

I turned to see Skylar standing in the doorway that led from the kitchen down the hallway. The slacks she had on from before had been exchanged with a pair of moderately loose fitting pajama shorts. A matching flannel pajama half-top had replaced the ruffled blouse, exposing her bare midriff. It was obvious she didn’t have a bra on from the fleshy silhouette of her full breasts and large round nipples standing at attention. Sexy was an understatement.
“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Mary said, drying her hands on a towel and moving towards Skylar. She stared across her daughter’s features, brushing her hair from her face, probably a lot like she did when she was just a child.

“Just a tummy ache, that’s all,” Skylar said. “I’ll be fine tomorrow, I just need some sleep. Goodnight David.”
“Night Skylar, feel better.”

Mary returned to where I was standing and took a leaning position against the counter next to me.

“So, where were we?” she asked, crossing her arms and mimicking my posture.

“I forget. Besides, your date is probably waiting for you,” I said sarcastically.

“My date?” she asked in a confused voice. “Something is up with you, David, now, what is it?”

Normally I would have stayed quiet, but something in the wine was screaming for me to say what I was feeling. I wanted to know right then what she saw in this other guy that she didn’t see in me.

“Well, for starters–”

At that point Prince Charming himself appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Mary, I need to run, thanks for everything,” he said in a deeper-than-thou voice.

“Oh, but it’s still early,” she replied, leaving me where I was standing. I noticed every detail of how she caressed his arm as they talked. “Well, thanks for coming,” she said.

My blood started to boil as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

Stanley appeared in the doorway. “I think the rest of the couples are leaving also, Mary.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll walk them out. David, will you join us?” she asked.

“No, I think I’ll just straighten up around here,” I replied, still fuming.

She stared at me in a moment of silence. “All right Mister — but when I get back, you and I are talking about what’s bugging you.”

I watched as the three of them exited into the living room, followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing as the remaining guests left for the evening. I stood there, practically crying in my now empty wineglass. Much like that first day on the porch when I thought Mary was having sex, I again felt like I'd been wronged; in some way dumped. Okay, so the guy she was flirting with did look like he could fill his spare time modeling for Gentleman's Quarterly — big fucking deal. It's not like I'm the elephant man, plus I've got a sense of humor and I'm crazy about her. The more I talked to myself about it, the worse I felt. I just wanted the whole situation to be over and to move on with my life.

“Psssst,” I heard from the hall. “Are they gone?” Skylar whispered, peeking around the doorway.

“Yeah, they’re gone,” I said.

She smiled a seductive smile and curled her index finger in a signal for me to come to her.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice ripe with frustration.

“Come here!” she whispered louder.

Reluctantly I followed her into the dimly lit hallway. She wrapped her arms around me and guided me towards the wall, staring into my eyes. “I’m not wearing a bra, could you tell?”

“Oh for Pete’s sake Skylar,” I said, peeling her arms off my neck and returning them to her sides. “Look, you win — as soon as your mom gets back in the house I’m telling her it’s over, then I’m fading out of this picture once and for all.”

She stared in my eyes, almost with a surprised expression on her face. “You can’t do that,” she said.

“What do you mean I can’t do that? That’s what you’ve been asking for all along.”

“I know . . . but, well . . . it was just getting fun.”

“Yeah, well the fun’s over with.”

“David,” she said in a serious voice. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Yeah, well we don’t always get what we want, do we?” That was a more telling comment than I cared to admit. I wondered if Mary was making out with Prince Charming out in the front yard. It wouldn’t have surprised me in the least.

“Kiss me David,” Skylar said, moving into me again.

I let her lips brush across my mouth. A rush of thoughts flashed through my mind; a rush that included something along the lines of ‘two can play at this game.’ If Mary’s not interested and Skylar is, then maybe I should just take what I can get. Let’s face it, Skylar was no second string; she was just too young. But then again I was contemplating a roll in the hay here, not a long-term commitment.

Just as I started to give in to the temptation, accepting her kiss, I heard the screen door open. Skylar heard it too. She glanced down the hallway, then back in my eyes. “You’re leaving soon, right?”

I looked at my watch. The clock said it was time for me to go, but the semi-drunken haze I was staring through made me think twice. “Sometime soon, yeah.”

“Come to my bedroom window and tap on it three times,” she said, staring into my eyes.

We both heard the front door open. “Don’t think so, Skylar,” I whispered, “I think I’m headed straight home.”

“David, please–” She reached up and kissed me on the lips one last time before disappearing down the hall, silently shutting her bedroom door behind her.
I returned to the kitchen, just in time to see Mary reappear. She prodded me to talk about what was bothering me, but I refused, writing it all off to how much I had to drink. I started to leave, reached into my pocket for my keys, and dropped them on the floor. She quickly picked them up and held them behind her back, making clear I wouldn’t be driving home anytime soon, at least until I sobered up. I smiled a sinister grin and pointed out she didn’t have a guestroom. She pointed out equally fast how the sofa unfolded into a bed.

I took off my shoes and crawled on top, clothes and all. As I lay there, negotiating the bed spins, I listened to the sounds of Mary’s bedroom door closing. I imagined her ending her evening, doing the things women do at night. I imagined what she might wear to bed, most likely something sexy, something red to go with her striking brown eyes, something with lots of lace. I was sure she looked ravishing in it, whatever it was.

I was torn. I really did want to tell her everything I was thinking, tell her all that I was feeling; tell her how much I was attracted to her. I really did want to confess how jealous I felt when I came back inside the house and found her flirting with that guy. I really did want to convince her that there was truth in the saying that ‘opposites attract’. I wanted all those things. The worst part was I didn’t have a good reason for keeping it to myself, outside of the fact that there’s nothing worse than a one-sided attraction.

I closed my eyes and decided to sleep the whole thing off. I’d get enough rest to sober up and I’d leave as quietly as I came, putting this night, this friendship, and everything about it behind me. The spinning sensation of the mattress was just starting to slow when I heard the unmistakable sound of Skylar’s bedroom door opening. I had almost forgotten about our last conversation and her request for me to come to her window. My heart raced as I turned my head to the side. It was just light enough to see the outline of her form through the darkness.

“David?” she whispered from across the room.

Quickly I faced the ceiling and closed my eyes, faking that I had fallen asleep. Her faint footsteps grew louder against the carpet as she approached, followed by the sensation of the mattress sinking as she climbed on top.

“Wake up sleepy head,” I heard her whisper, followed by a gentle rocking of my body.

I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me. She was next to me on the bed, her legs folded underneath her. Her half-pajama top was pulled up, her pierced bellybutton twinkling in the dim light of the living room.

“Skylar?” I said, rubbing my eyes and pretending I hadn’t heard her approach.

She smiled down at me. “Decided to stay the night, huh?”

“Yeah, your mother decided that I drank too much to drive and has my car keys.”

“Oh . . . I see,” she grinned, gently stroking my shirt with her palm.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t you be there with me?” she replied with a smile.

I inched myself up on to the back of the sofa. “You know, I just don’t get this. One minute you want me to leave, the next you’re trying to talk me into climbing into bed with you. What gives?”

“Oh, I don’t want to talk about that now, David.”

“Well, maybe I do. You’re like the queen of mixed signals. Just when you’re going to get me out of your life, you change the rules.”

“I said I don’t want to go into it. Wouldn’t you rather kiss me than sit here and talk?”

I stared at her in silence until she smiled, forcing me to smile in return. “I don’t know what I want,” I said, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
That was about as true a statement as I could make. I didn’t know if I wanted to tell Mary what I was feeling; if I wanted to take Skylar up on her offers; or if I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and hopefully wake up to find this whole dating game had been a bad dream.

“David?”

“What?” I said, opening my eyes and looking at her.

“You want to know a secret?”

“Sure, tell me a secret Skylar.”

“You’re the best kisser I’ve ever known.”

I felt myself blushing. “Gee, thanks,” I said, trying not to take the situation too seriously.

“Will you kiss me again like you did earlier?”

“Maybe someday.”

“No, I mean now — right here.”

“I don’t think so, Skylar. Right here in the living room is even more dangerous than in the backyard. Your mom could get up and catch us, then it would be curtains for both of us.”

“No, she’s a really sound sleeper. Once she goes to bed that's it — especially when she’s been drinking wine. Please, David — just once.”

I stared at her. Looking at her in the dim light, I noticed again how much she looked like Mary. I confess the thought of kissing her again was appealing. Still, while it didn't feel right, what was so wrong about it? I wasn’t involved with Mary, she clearly wasn’t interested in me, and after tonight I was going to fade out of this picture. Why not indulge in the moment?

Skylar didn’t wait for me to respond and leaned towards me. I watched in silence as her lips got closer to mine. We began with a single, gentle kiss, followed by another, then another, and yet another after that. She tasted exquisite. With each passing moment our kissing became more passionate. She began to squeeze into my chest with her fingernails, then floated her hand across my ribs.

As she straddled herself over my hips, her breasts pushing into my chest, I broke from our kissing in an attempt to slow things down. She seemed ready, sliding her lips down my neck as I turned my face to the side, her hair falling into my mouth as I desperately whispered in her ear. “Skylar, this is moving too fast. A kiss is one thing, but this — it’s moving too fast . . .”

“Let’s go in my room,” she mumbled before resuming our passionate kissing.

I felt her thighs squeezing around my hips as she started to guide her body up and down my stiffness. I wrapped my hands around her ass, pulling her tight against my hard-on, sliding it up and down her flannel pajama bottoms. I leaned my head back as she returned her lips to my neck, her kisses washing into a subtle moan.
“I’m getting so hot, David,” she breathed in hoarse whispers, grinding her pussy against me in succulent friction.

She sat upright, pulling her hair out of her face and staring down at me. She smiled the most delicious smile and started to unbutton her pajama top, one button at a time. I took her hands in mine and forced her to pause.

“Skylar . . . we can’t do this. I’m dating your mother and being with you — it’s just not right.”

“David,” she said, not taking her hands off her buttons. “You’ve said yourself that your relationship with my mother isn't like that — not romantic. Are you changing your story now?”

“No, of course not, but–”

“But what?” she interrupted, guiding my hands back to her hips before lightly pressing her index finger to my lips in a signal that I was talking too much. My eyes closed for a moment as I tasted her skin. “You’re not cheating, David,” she whispered. “Unless you’re sleeping with her, you’re not cheating if you sleep with me.”

I admit, at that particular moment, I really wanted to find logic in her reasoning. I watched as she returned her fingers to the buttons of the pajama top. She looked down, working loose the last one, then stared back at me, gently pulling the lapels of the half-top open and to the sides. Her breasts looked spectacular in the dim light of the living room. They were full and sensuous with large round nipples that stood at absolute attention. She stared down at me, scraping her tongue between her lips, as she scooped up my palms and placed them over her exposed chest.

Gently I squeezed, delighting in the sensation of the flesh rolling between my fingers. She shuddered as I gently pulled and teased at her thick nipples. Her head fell back, her hands over my own; her chest rising and falling as our arousal grew.

“My breasts are so sensitive — they always have been,” she said with an aroused giggle. “David, will you kiss them? Kiss them the way you kissed my mouth . . .”
I smiled and she scrunched her way up my hips, leaning forward with one hand to support her weight against the sofa cushion as the other guided the erect nipple towards my lips. I met her half way, using my tongue to work a wide arc around the circular areola, slowly and sensuously wrapping my mouth around the swollen tip. She tasted exquisite.

“The other one,” she panted, switching the arm supporting her weight and guiding her other breast towards my face.
At this point I was all but consuming her. I’d moved my hands up to hold her breasts together, my mouth moving in a passionate frenzy, working from left to right, then back again. I used my teeth to gently pull against the protruding flesh of each mound, then bathed my mouth over the reddened area, leaving it wet and glistening in the dim light of the living room.

“Oh God, David,” she moaned, reinforcing how much she was enjoying my almost savage attack.
She sat up on me with a ravenous look in her eyes, forcefully working the pajama half-shirt off her shoulders and tossing it to the side before draping her topless body across me as our passionate kissing resumed.

“I want to fuck you so bad right, now,” she groaned, her mouth hot and ferocious against my own. By this time I had lost all inhibition. My hands moved to her hips, guiding her against me in simulated intercourse. She sat up and started to move off me. “Let me take off my bottoms,” she whispered.

“This is too risky, Skylar,” I muttered in jagged breaths. “We can’t do it here. It’s not that I don’t want to . . .”

For once it seemed my words registered. She looked back towards her Mother’s bedroom, then down to me. She reached over and put back on her pajama top, fastening a few of the buttons to keep it closed.

“Come to my room,” she whispered, looking down at me, her hand stroking my stiff cock. “We can lock the door and she’ll never hear us.” Her squeezes to my dick were getting tighter and longer, running the length from top to bottom.

“I don’t — know — Oh God Skylar,” I moaned, arching my hips off the bed and against her hand.

She smiled and squeezed harder, reaching forward with her free hand to unfasten my pants at the same time she was stroking me with the other. “You’re getting really hard,” she moaned, unfastening the button and dragging down the zipper.

“She’s going to get up,” I stuttered. “She’s going to find us . . .”

“Pull your pants down for just a minute,” she whispered, ignoring my concerns.

I suppose I should have made her ask twice. That would have at least made it seem like I was really concerned or that I was being halfway responsible. Instead, I inched my butt off the bed and drove my pants and underwear down my thighs. My raging erection sprang forward, delighting in the freedom.
“Oh my,” she smiled, taking my cock in her hand and delivering a slow, sensuous stroke. “We’re just a tad excited, aren’t we?”

I bit my lip and nodded. I looked down at her small hand wrapped tightly around my shaft, working faster, then slower.

“Are you sure she won’t hear us — in your room I mean,” I asked in anticipation.

I stared up at the profile of her breasts jiggling with the motion of her pumping fist.

“No, she won’t hear us. She’s a really sound sleeper,” she answered, loosening her grip slightly.

She bathed my cock in the pre-cum that had started to form, gliding her hand up and down my shaft with luscious rhythm. I looked into her eyes.
“Okay, okay,” I moaned. “Let’s go in your room.”

She smiled a mischievous smile and slowed the movement of her hand. “We could go to my room,” she whispered. “But there’s something really exciting about doing it right here, don’t you think?”

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, trying to relax myself so that I wouldn’t cum. “Your — Mom — get up and find us,” I managed to grunt in broken words as she slowed her hand.

“I know, the danger of it all is such a turn on.”

She grinned and used her free hand to move her hair to the side as her face leaned over my swollen member. I looked down and stared into her eyes as she gripped the base of my cock, right before her mouth engulfed the sensitive head.

“Skylarrr,” I moaned, as her lips moved up and down my shaft, her eyes remaining fixed with my own. I watched my cock vanish in the warmth of her mouth, her lips pressed tightly around me. She slid all the way up until I could see traces of saliva glistening on my thickened shaft, then slowly plunged back down until I had all but disappeared into her throat. She lifted up for a moment, pumping me with her hand.

“Your cock tastes so good, David,” she whispered before engulfing me again, driving up and down in a deep, tight sucking motion.
“Gonna cum,” I whispered as my thighs started to tremble.

Quickly she eased up, caressing me ever so gently with her hand to maintain my arousal, but careful not to push me over the edge. She paused and scooted to the edge of the bed. I started to pull my pants up, ready to follow her to the bedroom.

“No,” she whispered, fumbling for the drawstring that held closed her pajama bottoms. “I want to do it here.”

“Skylar, we can’t,” I whispered, but she wasn’t listening.

She slid the pajama bottoms down her thighs and stepped out of them before standing up and facing me. My cock lurched at the site of her naked body waiting to be taken. The rational side of me thought to argue. The irrational side of me won, and I slid my own pants further down, wrestling them around the bottom of my feet and kicking them off to the side. She climbed on to the bed and straddled my partially nude body, while staring down at me with the most erotically charged expression I’d seen in a very long time.

“This is so naughty,” she giggled, unbuttoning the two buttons that held closed her pajama top.

She peeled it off and tossed it to the end of the bed. As she worked the buttons of my shirt loose, I stole a moment just to look at her, to take in every detail. Her long curly brown hair framed her face and washed down her bare shoulders; her full, naked breasts were heaving in the stream of light that peeked through the living room window. She was right about one thing; the sensation of her nudity straddling me, her fingernails parting my shirt and scraping into my chest, her eyes locked with my own, all in a situation that could be discovered at any moment was both dangerous and yet incredibly arousing.

I reached up and cradled her cheeks in my palms, pulling her lips against mine to resume the intoxicating kissing we had discovered earlier. As our passion started to boil, I felt my hips lifting against her. She responded immediately, sliding lower until her drenched pussy slid back and forth against my aching hard-on. I ran my hands down to her bare hips and guided her body against mine as the sounds of our combined moaning washed between our kisses. She broke from our embrace and leaned upright, staring down at me.

“David . . . I want you to fuck me.”

I applied one hand to her narrow waist as she lifted up, allowing me to use my other to guide my cock back and forth against her moistened entrance.

“Now . . .” she moaned in quiet desperation.

I lifted my hips until I could feel my alignment, then returned my hands to her waist and guided her backwards. I sank inside her without resistance as I watched her jaw shudder with the sensation of my cock entering. She looked down at me and we exchanged smiles as she sat all the way back and then rose, my hands guiding her hips up and down.

She covered her breasts with her hands, pulling and twisting at the hardened nipples as she rocked her body against me in luscious rhythm. Her teeth clenched and I saw asmile form as she squeezed her own breasts. As I stared into her eyes, fucking her, feeling her naked body moving against mine, moving harder, then softer, faster then slower, the intensity grew even further. I slid my hands up her lower back and guided her off of me.

“We’re not stopping?” she whispered in a stressful tone.

“Only getting started,” I whispered, rolling on top and easing myself between her legs.

I repositioned my cock near her pussy and paused a moment to slide the head back and forth against her swollen clit. Her legs arched and pressed against my hips as I toyed with her further, teasing the sensitive nib before easing forward and sliding inside. Our rhythm became one with my entire body tensing up as I pressed and withdrew in long, delicious strides.

“Hard,” she whimpered. “Harder, David,” scraping at my back with her fingernails.

Her breasts jiggled against my chest with the motion and I smiled to myself as I delivered on her request, burying my hips between her legs in thrust after thrust. I closed my eyes and arched my body as I took her, becoming more and more aroused with the sound of her muffled moans, the feeling of her thighs wrapped snugly around my hips. Harder I pushed, driving deep with all I had to give, biting my own lip to keep from screaming out loud. Her hands started to clamber across my chest as her legs clamped around me, her hips bucking against my own.

“I’m going to cum, David,” she whimpered, squeezing hard into my waist. “Oh God, I’m going to cum . . .”

“Cum for me,” I moaned, ramming my cock inside her. “Cum for me, Mary . . .”

I froze as soon as I heard the words spill out of my mouth. I tried to recover, resuming my thrusts and whispering for her to enjoy the pending orgasm, but it was too late. Skylar’s body had gone limp beneath me. I opened my eyes and saw her staring up at me,an expression of bewilderment on her face. I kissed her, trying in vain to pretend I hadn’t just muttered her mother’s name.

“It feels so good,” I moaned, caressing her deathly still lips with mine as I tried to keep my half-erect cock inside her.

The moment was gone; the gig was up. I continued shrinking into a limp and lifeless state as Skylar’s arms fell from around me and against the bed.

“I’m sorry,” I said, resting my forehead against the mattress.

“Get off me David,” she said in a monotone voice.

I rolled off and she sat up immediately, sorting through the tangled clothes and sheets on the foot of the bed. I stared at the ceiling, then lifted myself into a sitting position. We dressed in silence, me pulling on my pants, Skylar standing to the side and wrestling on her pajama bottoms. I felt obligated to say something, although I wasn’t sure what.

“I really am sorry, Skylar,” I said. “It just . . . slipped.”

“Don’t even talk to me, David,” she said as she pulled on her pajama top.

I put on my shirt, but didn't bother buttoning it as I stood and pulled my pants the remainder of the way up. Sober or not, I had to get out of there. I took a seat on the bed and started looking for my shoes.

“I was really enjoying it,” I added, trying to say something that would break the tension.

She stared at me as she finished getting dressed. “Well, the least you could have done was wait about a minute or two longer before you called out my mother’s name. Your timing was about as bad as it gets, if you know what I mean.”

I looked up and forced a smile. “Forgive me?” I asked sheepishly.

She plopped herself into a seat on the bed next to me. “I guess,” she sighed. “I pretty much forced you into it, so I guess I deserve what I get.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say you forced me into it and, believe it or not, I was enjoying it.”

She turned to me with a hint of pain in her eyes. “David, you never really answered my question at lunch that day. Have you slept with my mom too? Is that why you were thinking about her when we were doing it?”

I could see where she was going with this. It was almost certain she had quizzed Mary about our relationship and no doubt heard the same thing I had said — nothing romantic, only friends. If Mary and I had been sleeping together, and I could see why Skylar might think we had, it would mean absolute betrayal — not only by me, but more importantly by Mary.

“No Skylar, we haven’t slept together,” I said with absolute conviction. “I was telling you the truth when I said we were only friends; she doesn’t even know I’m attracted to her. Besides, she's interested in somebody else and not me. That was made painfully clear earlier tonight.”

“Who? I wasn't aware she was interested in anybody?”

“That GQ-looking-guy she was hanging all over when we came back in from the backyard.”

“I didn't see him.”

“Well trust me, I did.”

She stared down at her lap, fiddling with the draw strings of her pajama bottoms. “Well, if you're so attracted to my mom, why didn't you tell her instead of going to bed with me?”

I took a deep breath and thought about how I should answer. She had a point. “Well, honestly, as ridiculous as it sounds, when I saw her fawning all over that guy tonight I felt like I'd been dumped. I figured if I'm still single — then why not act like I'm still single . . . I'm just mixed up, that's all, and I'm sorry for dragging you into it.” She looked up at me, staring in my eyes, as if trying to assess my honesty. “I’m telling you the truth, Skylar. I might be a jerk, but I’m not a liar.”

“You’re not a jerk, David,” she said, seemingly relieved. “A lousy lover, but not a jerk.”

“Lousy?” I said in defense. “You seemed to be enjoying it!”

“I’m teasing with you,” she smiled. We sat in silence for a minute, when I felt her eyes on me again. “Wait a minute — back to what you said earlier about my Mom not knowing you’re attracted to her.”

“What about it?”

She stared into my eyes like she was reading my every thought. “It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“More than what?”

“More than being attracted to her. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“Love is a big word, Skylar,” I said, laughing nervously. “I've barely gotten to know her.”

“You know what I mean.”

I put my head in my hands as her words rang through my mind. “Yeah, I guess I am,” I confessed without looking up.

We were silent for what seemed like minutes. “I think you should tell her,” she added.

“Oh right — before or after I mention you and I have slept together?”

I was barely finished with my sentence when Skylar looked away, then back towards me, an expression of panic on her face. “SHIT!” she whispered.
“What is it?”

“Didn’t you hear that? She’s awake!” She stood up, fumbling quickly to fasten the remaining buttons on her pajama top. “Do something, she can’t find us out here like this!”

“Like what? We’re just talking!”

“Your shirt David!” she hissed between her teeth.

I looked down at my exposed chest, the tails of my shirt hanging at my sides. I hadn’t even buckled my belt. “What do I do?” I whispered back.

“Distract her! Get a drink of water or something!” she said, giving me a shove towards the kitchen.

I paused at the doorway, improvising as best I could, stuffing my shirt in my pants and buttoning every other button as my heart pounded in my chest. I made my way towards the sink and wrestled through the cupboard that held the glasses, trying to make as much noise as I could. It seemed to work, as within moments I heard Mary’s bare feet shuffling across the linoleum floor. I turned to find her standing behind me; her arms hugging closed a floor length, silk-looking robe. Her hair was a bit disheveled, but she still looked beautiful.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked.

“Thirsty,” I replied, holding up a glass. My heartbeat started to slow when I realized my diversionary tactic had worked.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep either,” she said, making her way over and grabbing a glass of her own.

I filled mine with water from the built-in dispenser on the refrigerator door, then finished by filling hers. We moved to the kitchen table and took a seat.
“So what was eating at you earlier?” she asked.

“Earlier? Oh nothing,” I replied all too quickly.

“David, cut the bullshit, would you? That’s why I couldn’t sleep, I could tell something was bothering you, now spill it.”

Skylar’s last words rang through my brain — you should tell her. I took a deep breath and blurted it out. “I was jealous, okay?”

“You were what?” she asked with a confused look.

“Jealous . . . when I was outside, and then came back in and you were practically pawing all over that jock-looking attorney guy; it made me jealous. I know I have no right to be, but I was.”

I was expecting some lecture about how jealousy is a futile emotion, or a reminder of how clear she was about not being interested in a relationship. Instead she started laughing, slowly at first, then almost hysterically.

“What’s so funny,” I said, trying to act annoyed, but finding myself laughing along with her.

She covered her mouth with her hand until she had calmed down. “You mean Brad? The tall, good looking guy I walked outside with?”

“I didn’t get his name; the guy who looked like he was headed off to audition for a sportswear ad.”

“Yeah, that’s the one. Well, Brad was alone tonight because his significant other had made alternative plans.”

“Significant other?”

“Uh huh. I think he said his name is Tim.”

“Tim?”

“David, Brad is a dear friend of mine and I love him to death, but he’s as queer as a three-dollar-bill. The funniest part is when I walked him to the car, he asked me if YOU were seeing anybody because you were such a loner all night long, he figured you were gay or something.”

I couldn’t help but start laughing myself and Mary was quick to join in. When we finally regained our composure, she filled in a few more of the details. It seemed she had met Brad during her initial stint at law school and they had started studying together. She had decided the hours and stress were too much, but he had continued on, eventually graduating and hooking up with one of the more prestigious firms in town. They had stayed in reasonably close touch ever since, which explained the chummy behavior I saw.

Just when I thought I was off the hook, she asked me to explain the jealousy thing. I started to try and dodge the question, but figured, at this point, it really didn’t matter. I told her the truth; until a short while ago, I wasn’t sure how I felt about her. Okay, I did leave out that my realization came when I was fucking her daughter. Nobody said I had to include all the details. Still, while I was confused before, it was clear to me now. I did have romantic feelings for Mary; very strong feelings that weren’t going away no matter how much I tried to deny them, and I told her that.

She listened intently to my every word, but didn’t respond. As a moment of silence hung between us I started feeling very exposed, like I was about to hear another round of ‘let’s be friends’; that I didn’t need.

“Well, now you know and now it’s time for me to go,” I said, getting up to put my glass in the sink.

She stood and met me halfway, placing her hands lightly on my waist. “That is so sweet, David,” she whispered, staring into my eyes. “I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Truthfully, Mary . . . I had no idea I felt that way . . . or at least I didn’t want to admit that I did.”

“You want to know something?” she asked. “Ever since that night on the dance floor, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I tried making myself believe that what I told you that night on the porch swing was true — that we were friends, that this wasn’t supposed to be romantic. But my heart kept telling me something very different. I knew that night how attracted I was to you, but I thought it would pass. Maybe I wanted it to pass. I knew I didn't want to get hurt all over again . . .”
She stared up at me, waiting for me to respond.

“I don’t know what to say, Mary.”

“Well, you could say you’re happy to hear I feel the same,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around me.

“I am happy to hear that . . .”

“I sense there’s something else, David, what is it?” I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing how to respond. “Is it Skylar?” My heart skipped with her question. “You’re worried she won’t like you, is that it? I’ll admit, she was cold to you in the beginning, but tonight she seemed to warm up to you.”

You have no idea, I thought silently to myself. “Well, I know how overprotective she is about you.”

“David,” she whispered, so close I could feel her breath against my face. “She’s got to learn that I’m not going to be alone for the rest of my life. I need companionship as much as the next person.”

I paused, trying to decide what to do. This was getting way too confusing and my stomach was in knots as she talked. All I could think about was how badly I had blown what was probably the most incredible opportunity to find companionship since my divorce. I could never be with Mary, not after I had just been with Skylar.
“Why don’t I call you tomorrow — or today,” I said, realizing it was already the next morning. “I’m a little fuzzy right now and think it would be better if we both got some sleep . . .”

“You have to go?” she said in a disappointed voice.

“I don’t want to, but I think I should . . .”

“Wait here . . . I'll change your mind,” she said, disappearing towards her bedroom.

I didn't know what she had in mind, but also figured I better not take any chances. I made my way down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Pulling down my pants, I grabbed a handful of liquid soap from the dispenser on the sink and gave my dick a quick scrubbing. If I didn't feel like a jerk before, I sure felt like one now. Still, I knew women had a sixth sense when it came to other women, even those related to them, and if Mary sensed Skylar on me it would be curtains in more ways than one. I was just shaking off the shudder from the cold water and toweling myself off when I heard a light tap on the door.

“Skylar, are you in there?” Mary said.

I pulled up my pants, dried my hands, and fastened the remaining buttons on my shirt before opening the door. “No, it's me.”

“Oh good; I thought for a second you made a break for it.”

I laughed. “No, nothing like that.”

She took my hand. “Come with me,” she smiled, leading me down the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

She led me into her bedroom and quietly shut the door behind us. There was a clock radio on the nightstand that had been switched on and tuned toan easy listening station. The music that poured out was surprisingly rich for such a small unit. She took my hands in hers, placing them lightly on her waist as she stared up at mewith those incredible brown eyes.

“May I have one last dance before you go, kind sir?” she whispered with an embarrassed grin.

I felt myself blushing in return as I took her in my arms, pulling her close. “You’re too much, you know that?”

We moved together, just as we had the first night on the dance floor. The thin material of her robe made it clear that she was nude beneath it. I pulled her closer until I felt her breasts pressing into my chest. We danced in silence for at least two songs, holding one another in a tight embrace. It was almost like we were making up for lost time. It felt so good to wrap Mary in my arms, so natural, so right. Any doubts, any uncertainty I had regarding our future seemed a million miles away. We had that moment; that’s all that mattered. As we continued to dance, our bodies began to move together in a gentle friction. My cock was already fully erect and surged as I felt her press her hips into me.

“Hmmmmm,” she moaned softly, pressing her cheek against mine, sliding her hips back and forth against my arousal.

I wanted to climb inside her feminine curves. Still, as much as I felt that this moment was ours, I was still painfully aware that less than an hour before I was inside another woman. Simply moving on to make love to Mary was more than questionable, no matter how desirable she was.

“You feel good, David,” she whispered in my ear, grinding her hips against my cock.

“So do you Mary . . .”

“David, will you make love to me?”