Chapter 3

Jim was also feeling a need of his own. His cock, which up until now was a tool of torment and provocation, was now turning against its owner, demanding its reward for services rendered. It had gotten her to the point of madness, and now it wanted what was due it.

He put his hands on her ass and hefted her up. Debra wrapped her legs around his waist like a little girl being carried to bed by her Daddy. He carried her in this reverse piggyback fashion down the hall as she clung tightly to him, her head resting on his shoulder.

They passed Craig’s room first and with the door about halfway open he peeked in as he passed. “This must be Craig’s room – typical teenager’s room!”

“Yes, it’s always a mess! I’m amazed he can find anything in there!”

They continued down the hall to the end where the master bedroom was. The door was closed and just as they reached the room Debra said “Just a minute, Jim.”

He set her down gently on her feet and she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes.

“Jim, as much as I want this, as much as I want you right now, I don’t want you to think I am in the habit of sleeping around. I haven’t had a man in my bed in over two years – since my divorce. I have had a few dates, but none of them ended in sex. I just didn’t feel any connection or any desire with any of them.

“Jim, I’m not a slut. This is a very big step for me and I am really putting myself out there. Please ... if this is going to be a casual thing, please let me know now so I will expect it. I-I just can’t go through another bad breakup like that again. Please.”

He reached up and softly stroked her cheek. Then he took her small hand in his and opened the door to her bedroom.

Jim walked her across the good-sized bedroom to her queen-sized brass bed. Jim was a bit surprised at the height of the bed considering that Debra was only five-foot-four-inches tall.

“Wow, this is a pretty tall bed for you isn’t it?”

“Tom and I got this bed when we were married. We bought the bed, then put wood blocks under the feet. Tom was six-five and he had a bad back from playing basketball as a kid. He needed the height to help him get in and out of bed easier. I have a stepstool on my side of the bed so I can get in and out without jumping. I suppose I could take the blocks off, but I’m just so used to it now that I don’t bother.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m tall too, then!”

Debra looked down shyly. “That was one thing I first noticed about you tonight. I don’t really like short men – I like to feel protected and look up to my man!”

Jim put his fingertips under the point of her chin and lifted her face to his. “Debra, honey, I want you to always feel protected when you are with me. And as for that other concern of yours, you don’t have to worry. I’m not the one-night-stand kind of guy. I take every relationship seriously. I’ve been hurt before too and I didn’t like it then so I don’t do it now.

“I was completely serious when I said I wanted to get to know you. I have had fun tonight and I don’t know about you, but I think this could turn out to be something special. I’d sure like to give it a try.”

“So would I,” Debra breathed huskily. Jim had won her now all he needed was to claim his prize – something he was not going to waste time in doing.

“Shall we then?” he asked, nodding his head towards the bed.

“You go ahead and get undressed. I’ll go change in the bathroom across the hall and be right back.”

“No. I want to see you. Debra, I have been imagining what is under that dress all night and then when we got home and I found out you weren’t wearing panties ... well I want to see what other delightful surprises you might have under there. Please?”

“But I’m a little ... self-conscious and shy. I’m not a teenager anymore, you know.”

“No, you’re not. You are a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman. I wouldn’t be here if you were a scatterbrained giggle box – I have to deal with those all day long at school! As for being self-conscious and shy, you don’t have anything to worry about there, trust me. I was wowed the first moment I saw you and I have been every moment since!”

Debra smiled. “Okay, then. I’ll tell you something, Mr. Johnson – you certainly are good for a girl’s ego!”

“A woman’s ego. And since we are on the subject, having a beautiful woman invite you to her home and then ask you to take her to bed doesn’t exactly damage a man’s ego either!”

“Touche’ Sir. Now would you mind helping a lady?” Debra turned around and raised her hair up to show him the zipper in the back.

Jim took hold of the zipper tab and began slowly unzipping her dress. He paused every couple of inches to pull apart the edges of her dress and plant a hot kiss on the newly exposed flesh. Each kiss caused her to moan and sent a thrill up her spine. He went agonizingly slow and methodically, knowing that she was about to bust each time he stopped.

“Oh, Jimmm...”

About then the zipper reached the bottom of its run. With a final kiss just above the flare of her ass, he stood back up and slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms slowly, enjoying her as he revealed her a bit at a time. When the dress finally dropped off her completely he took a small step back.

“Turn around, Debra.” She did as he said and he stood there stunned.

He looked her up and down, his eyes scanning her form. “My God, you are beautiful.”

Debra smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Jim stepped forward again, sweeping her into his arms. He crushed his lips to hers in a deeply powerful, kiss – a kiss of ownership as much as passion. He wanted her and not just for a one night stand or a quick fuck-and-forget. It had been a long time since he had felt anything emotionally for a woman, but something about this Hispanic divorcee had struck a chord with him.

And she wanted him as well. More than she had wanted anything, she wanted – and needed – him and she needed to feel validation that she was still desirable and had worth as a woman. This was no longer a meeting between a mother eager to get her kid on the football team and the coach who could make that happen. It had precious little to do with Craig at all anymore. This was about a man and a woman who needed each other and needed to feel the passion and desire they once had known.

Debra returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm, parting her soft red lips and inviting his tongue to come and play with her own. He accepted the invitation readily and their tongues began dancing in and out of their locked mouths. Debra’s arms, which started out initially draped around his neck, began slowly moving down his sides. She was cautious in her movements, not wanting to move too fast and be taken as a slut or an easy piece. But by the same token, she didn’t want to seem standoffish and too much trouble to work for either. She wanted him, to be sure, but she wanted him to respect her afterward. So she walked the tightrope between being a lady and a tramp.

Debra’s hands moved further down his body and before he realized it, she was working feverishly on his belt and trousers. It didn’t take her but a moment to unfasten his pants, however, and he felt her push his pants down to his ankles.

“Oh Jim!” she exclaimed as she pushed her hand through the opening in front of his boxers and grabbed his cock. “I knew you had a nice package, but I never realized how nice! Oh, pretty please can I suck it? I love sucking cock and it’s been such a long time since I had such a nice piece of meat!”

“Be my guest!” he said with a grin. Debra dropped to her knees and took hold of the waistband of his boxers with both hands. She pulled his underwear down slowly, revealing one tantalizing inch of cock meat at a time and marveling how it never seemed to end. Finally, she reached the swollen head and gasped as it sprang free and semi-erect once out of its confines.

Wrapping one hand around the base of the thick shaft, she rubbed the head across her face several times, enjoying the feeling of the soft skin and hardness of his cock. Meanwhile, Jim busied himself unbuttoning his shirt then taking it off and tossing it on the floor with his pants and boxers.

Debra rubbed the head across her plump lips then gave the tip a kiss. She gave the head of his cock a good lick “Mmm, I have missed this taste so much!” she said. Then she licked all the way around the head and over it, covering the mushroom cap in her saliva. When done, she sucked the head into her mouth enjoying the feeling of a cock in her mouth at long last.

Jim was enjoying her mouth as much as she was enjoying using it. He reached forward and put both hands on the sides of her head, entwining his fingers in her long, dark brown hair. He pulled her gently down on his cock, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth – encouragement she did not need as she hungrily gobbled down his meaty shaft. He guided her in the rate, depth, and rhythm he needed to get to where he wanted to be. And Debra followed his lead perfectly; even though this was their first time together, it was as if she instinctively knew what he needed and was right in line with him.

Spurred on by his moans and her own overwhelming needs, Debra took him deeper into her mouth. She slid almost down to his cum-laden balls, trying and very nearly succeeding in deepthroating him. But when she began to gag, she had to pull back a bit. Debra was determined, however – it had been far too long since she’d had a hard cock down her throat and she missed it. She was going to enjoy this one, even if it meant a little gagging and choking!

“Oh darlin’ your mouth feels wonderful ... like a warm, wet vacuum cleaner!” he moaned as she worked his cock deep into her mouth again.