Monique and John - a May/November Romance
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 76
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 76 - An aspiring young architectural student sets her sights on her older widowed neighbour.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism
The short walk home from Monique’s parents’ house was quiet, the cool night air wrapping around us as we strolled side by side. Monique slipped her hand into mine, lacing our fingers together, her thumb brushing idly over my skin.
“You’ve been quiet,” she murmured, glancing up at me.
I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, offering her a small smile. “Just thinking.”
She smirked. “Dangerous habit.”
I chuckled. “Not when it’s about you.”
She sighed contentedly, squeezing my hand a little tighter. “I still can’t believe all of this. That I get to stay. That you did this for me.”
As we reached my front door, I turned to face her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I did it for us, Monique. You’ll learn more here than you would in Boston, and we’ll get to be together. It was the best option for both of us.”
She studied me for a moment, her expression shifting from gratitude to something deeper, something more vulnerable. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “I want to thank you, John. In any way you want. I want to give you—”
I shook my head before she could finish. “You don’t owe me anything, Monique.”
Her brows furrowed slightly.
I cupped her cheek, my thumb stroking softly along her skin. “This wasn’t about getting something in return. I did this because I love you. Because I want us to build something real. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to give yourself to me just because I helped you.”
Her breath hitched, and for a brief moment, I saw something flicker in her eyes—something unguarded and raw.
Then, a slow smile spread across her lips, and she leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against my jaw. “That’s why I want to give myself to you, John. Because I love you. Because I want this as much as you do.”
I swallowed hard, the depth of her sincerity settling deep in my chest.
She stepped back, her fingers curling around mine, and with a teasing glint in her eye, she pulled me inside the house. “Let me show you.”
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, Monique turned to me, her hands reaching for the buttons of her blouse. She undid them slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving mine. The fabric slid from her shoulders, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin and the delicate lace of her bra.
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