[Starting from the end of Free At Last]
Tess sang and tore it up. Others of “The Locals” performed. It was a very good karaoke night interrupted only by the occasional drunken girls twenty-first birthday rendition of “I Feel Like A Woman” and at the end of the night we all began to say our goodnights and leave. When I walked outside, there standing by my car was Pam.
“What happened to your guy?”
“My “guy” went home with the guy I brought him to meet.”
“You know that we have a lot of gay guys and girls here. Don’t tell me that you have not noticed. Why do you think I was thinking about switching sides last week? There are many girls here that would like to take me home; a couple even asked me tonight.”
“So why didn’t you take them up on the offer?”
“You complained last week that no one has ever waited for you at your car with the idea of being taken somewhere to fuck; so I wanted to give you another chance. My ride home has left. Can you give me a ride?”
I quietly walked to the passenger side and opened the door. The seat was almost clean, but before I could tidy it up, Pam swept past me and entered the car. I closed her door and slowly walked around the back of the car, thinking with each step; to do or not to do.
“Will you tell me your plan for tonight?”
“Will you at tell me why you are doing this?”
“Will you at least tell me how to get to your house?”
“You don’t remember?”
“I really didn’t think there would be a repeat of last week.”
“There won’t be.”
Pam gave me directions as I drove. This time I paid attention, just in case. When we arrived, I was mentally patting myself on the back when Pam took my hand.
“Will you please come inside and spend the night with me again?”
“I have been thinking about last week. I did enjoy it. I have discovered over the years that the thing I miss the most is the intimacy, not the sex. Lying in bed with you was wonderful. Waking up with you naked was better. Finding my hand on your naked, furry pussy was best. So, yes, I will spend the night with you.”
“Stay there!” I almost yelled at her as I jumped out of the car.
“Please let me open your door for you.”
“Thank you.” She waited for me to run around the car and open her door.
I offered my hand and she took it making her grand exit form my vehicle. I did not let go of her hand as I closed the door and I held onto it as we walked to her door. She reached into her bag with her one hand and pulled out a key chain and with perfect coordination she used her one hand to unlock the door and open it.
“This time we obey house rules. #1 take off your shoes and set them by the door.”
I did so as she did the same.
“#2 hang up your coat on the hook. Do not drop it on the floor.”
I followed her lead again.
“#3 if the hostess offers a drink, accept it. Would you like a beer or some other beverage?”
“I would love a glass of cold water, please.”
She moved into the kitchen as I walked into the living room. I looked at the loveseat recliner where we had slept together the first time. Pam came back in with two glasses of water and pointed to the loveseat. I sat and she handed me a glass and sat next to me. She took a sip and set the glass down in the cup holder built into the arm of the furniture.
“It seems that we have been here before.” She smiled.
“Yup and it led to a very nice night.” I took a drink and set my glass in the cup holder on my side.
“Do you mind if I dim the lights and put on some music?”
She reached for a big remote control and with the push of a few buttons the lights dropped to less than half brightness and the stereo came on playing, of all things, Moonlight Sonata. She had set up a wonderful mood.
“Why do I get the feeling that this might be a set up?”
“Because it is.”
With that statement, she pulled her legs up beside her and leaned over to snuggle against me. She reached behind her to the inside of the cushion and found the release for the recliner and pulled it. Her side of the recliner smoothly slide back, so I did the same with mine and suddenly we were re-enacting our last time together. But this time there was a difference. She looked up at me and softly kissed my lips.
“We ARE going to take a shower in the morning.”
We cuddled and fell asleep again for almost three hours. We awoke with my hand on her breast and her hand on my bulge, again. When we got up, she led me by the hand, again, to her bedroom and that is where the night changed.
“Last time you slept in your clothes, not tonight. Take off your clothes and get in bed.”
I undressed looking into her eyes as she did the same. When I was done I got in the bed and assumed my normal sleep position. She again lay down snuggled against my back. This time I could feel her warm, naked breasts against my back and her soft fuzzy hair against my butt. She reached under my arm and hugged me against her and I reached back and placed my hand on top of her naked hip.
When you wake up in a strange bed with a strange body attached to yours, it is fairly disorienting. First you half wake as your waking mind must wrap itself around the idea that something is not normal. It then takes an inventory of body parts and where they are.
I was lying on my back. My left arm was touching something wet and fuzzy. There was a soft, wet warmth touching me, while my mind was figuring out where it was touching me. I slowly flexed my fingers as my mind ran through the sensory roster of all the things that I had felt like this. Soft, warm, wet, fuzzy ... a pussy.
BOOM! I was awake! And then I knew where the warmth was. There was a soft humming coming from my cock and a wet tongue was swirling around the head. Pam was lying on her side, my hand between her legs, a couple of my fingers in her, playing with her g-spot.
Her head was bobbing up and down as I flexed my finger and soon her humming became louder and the vibrations around the head of my cock were more arousing, until I let loose a huge load into her mouth and I quickly jerked my fingers in and out of her a few times and she joined me in release. As she came, she curled up in a ball with my hand trapped inside of her. She released my cock and let out a scream as she continued to cum.
Finally, she relaxed and moved up to cuddle with me. I lifted her face to kiss her. She pulled back.
“I still have your cum on my face and in my mouth.”
“So? It is not like I have not tasted my own cum before. Come here.”
We kissed and in the act of touching tongues I tasted myself. We kissed deeply and softly on our mouths, on our cheeks, foreheads, everywhere our lips would reach. Finally, we just held each other tight.
Pam led the way, I stayed in bed long enough to watch those naked, wide hips sashay away from me. She turned and posed with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread showing a hint of her extended labia showing below her fuzzy patch of pubic hair.
“Like what you see?”
“Absolutely, but it looks a little soiled.” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head.
“Well why are you not getting over here to clean the dirty spots?”
“Well, Pam, from here it all looks dirty.”
“Smart ass get in here and get me wet.”
I got out of bed, my softened penis beginning to get chubby. I joined Pam in the shower and we washed and rubbed and inserted and washed again and kissed and rinsed and licked and washed again. Finally, I bent Pam over against the wall and entered her from behind.
“Wait!” I stopped.
“Dry me off, I want to do this slowly and in bed.”
We dried each other thoroughly and went to the bed. In the process of drying, Pam managed to raise my erection again. She took hold of it and stroked it as we walked back to her bed. She sat on the edge and kept stroking. She lay back and spread her legs wide and I watched as her luscious labia spread open showing the bright pink depths of her sex. I lay on top of her as she directed my rigid cock into her wet channel and I pushed mu weight onto her and sunk to the root.