Chapter 14

Mary awoke in the morning, saw Matt sleeping next to her, and realized that they’d spent the night together. She found that both exciting and scary. What if Ricky had tried to come in her room when he got home from the game? Fortunately, they had locked the bedroom doors, but he might have knocked. He sometimes did that because he was wound up after a game. Of course if that had happened, she’d have had time to waken Matt and get him out of there, so they probably were at little risk.

“Good morning, Matt,” she said to the slumbering young man, whose eyes flickered open.

“Good ... good morning?” Matt mumbled. He looked around. “Is ... is it morning?”

Mary nodded.

“You mean we...?” he stammered.

Mary nodded again. “It was a delight to wake up with you here, next to me, my darling,” she said, caressing his cheek lightly. “But we can’t let this become a habit. We’ll be in a lot of trouble if Ricky finds out what we’re doing.”

Matt nodded, kissed her, then climbed out of bed, picked up his clothes, and headed for his room.

Mary stretched and followed him as far as the bathroom. She turned on the water and examined herself in the mirror over the vanity while she waited for the water to get hot enough.

“Last night was really delicious!” Mary thought. A thrill coursed through her as she recollected what had transpired the previous night. She’d come five times! She’d never come that much in one night before. God, life with Matt would be wonderful!

Then reality intruded. Would it? She was more than twice his age and through with child-bearing. What if he wanted to have children? He had the right to expect that. She had no idea what she was going to do, or what would happen. All she did know was that she loved Matt, and couldn’t give him up.

She opened the glass shower door, stepped inside, and felt the stinging hot spray pelting her body. When Matt was her age, she’d be sixty-three. Would he want her as much then as he did now?

Matt, in his room trying to decide what to wear to school, heard the shower start. Grinning, he slipped into the bathroom, his pulse pounding, and watched Mary’s naked form moving through the pebbled glass of the shower doors. He quickly became turned on.

He’d once read a story in an adult magazine in which a couple made it in the shower and the idea intrigued him. He couldn’t get enough of seeing Mary naked, and even if they didn’t get it on, they could at least have fun.

Mary, unaware of Matt’s avid scrutiny, had her back to him and was soaping herself. She had no idea he was in the bathroom. She worked the lather into her skin and stood, head back, eyes closed, under the driving spray.

His erection jutting from his middle, aimed in the direction of what he wanted, Matt silently slid the shower door open and stepped in.

When the door opened, Mary felt a rush of cool air, then hands began to slide over her soapy flesh, and something very warm and hard pressed between her buttocks.

“Matt!” she exclaimed when the young man pulled her back against him, squeezing her soap-slicked breasts, pushing his hard shaft between the cheeks of her bottom. It felt good, incredibly good!