Chapter 14: Sex, Pizza, Gaming, Sex...

They dozed for a while, entwined in Nancy’s marital bed. Del woke when his phone indicated that someone had sent him a social message. When he checked it, he saw that Melanie was checking in:

Hey u not @ school 2day?

He typed back, Nope just taking a day off to help my landlady

Aw your so nice

He winced at her ‘your’ vs. ‘you’re’ mixup, but kept quiet about it. He didn’t really know what to type back, so he let the conversation drop.

“Help a girl up to pee?”

He turned and saw Nancy’s embarrassed face. “Oh, yeah, c’mere...”

She didn’t want him to stick around for that, though, and waved him out of the room once he got her situated on the porcelain throne. After she was done, he helped her back to bed.

“Don’t tell me,” she said, “you engineered all this sex so I’d stay in bed and off of my ankle.”

“Guilty as charged!” he said, his hands in the air. Then he fell upon her again and they made out for a while, but since they were still recovering from earlier, they soon fell back into slumber.

“Pizza?”

Del opened his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost four,” she replied, looking at her phone. “Guess we needed the rest.”

“Yeah, pizza sounds really good.”

Nancy donned another t-shirt and panties, the latter only so that she wouldn’t be leaking Del’s cum, and he helped her downstairs. After the food was delivered and they ate, they played more Dragon Era on the couch.

“So now that we’ve fucked Alain, can we do it again?” she asked, sitting behind him this time, her legs akimbo about his hips as he leaned forward to allow the shorter woman to see the screen over his shoulder.

“Yeah, but it just repeats the same animation. Now that we have Lily and Vezzir in the party, we can start flirting with them too.”

“Lily the bard? So we can be bi, huh?” She considered. “Or Vezzir the Elf? He seems too cocksure.”

Del looked back at her. “You don’t like confident men? You seemed to like it when I took charge.”

She blushed. “Okay, fine, let’s go talk to him.”

Soon, though, Nancy’s hands wandered, rubbing at Del’s shoulders.

“That’s nice...” he sighed. “Yard work’s kinda tough.”

She moved her hands down to his lower back. He had opened up a line of questioning that she didn’t want to follow up on. ‘What else does Trista have you doing over there, Del? Polishing knobs? Some drain snaking?’ That conversation would kill the mood ... how could she argue the propriety of him fucking Trista while Nancy, a married woman herself, had been boffing him all day? She didn’t own Del, nor did he own her. What he did over at Trista’s was none of her business, and she didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Her hand slipped around his hip and massaged his bulge. Del paused the game and moved a hand back, between her legs, and she moaned as he quickly found her clit. Feeling the need to take him for herself, she slipped from behind him on her knees, making sure to keep her bad ankle off of the couch, and told him to take his clothes off. He was quickly naked, his hard cock ready and willing. “I wanna do this again...” she said, climbing into his lap and rubbing her panty-covered pussy along his hard shaft.