Chapter 3

We didn’t get back out of the house that weekend. Clothes went on for kitchen duties and meals, came off soon after, like right after dinner on Saturday night.

I thought that possibly the fact we’d spent most of the day in bed with multiple orgasms for the both of us, AND her suggestion that we occupy the living room for some TV just might mean a lull in the sex.

I would be wrong.

First, she’s never sat in my lap other than a brief, giggly tease in front of her mom and Lana. Tonight I sat and lounged back, got shorts-clad Remy in my lap.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she told me as we wrapped each other up.

“I wanted you to be right here.”

“We wasted two months.” She giggled. “Or more. Shoulda done this when Mizz Lana was still here.”

“Glad you didn’t. I’d’ve had a heart attack and she’d be living off what I left behind.”

“Maybe. At least that would’ve been the excuse I used for giving you mouth to mouth.”

“Cute!” I laughed, kissing her.

“Why do we have clothes on?”

“Because if we didn’t have clothes on, I’d be leaking and you’d be leaking and then we’d make love and there’d be this big sticky glop in the middle of the upholstery.”

“We got towels.”

So there was a towel in the seat of my recliner the first time we made love in it. Found out that a recliner will tip over backward if an athletic young girl decides to try sixty-nine in it.

We were extricating ourselves from that particular exercise, which actually occurred
Sunday night. It was about eight in the evening; we were working ourselves out of the tangle when her cellphone rang.

She was able to reach it, answered, giggling, “Hi, Mom!” Pause. “We’re havin’ fun.” Pause. “Well, since you asked, “ALL KINDS of fun. Uh, Mom, I know that since I’m eighteen I really don’t have to ask, but you’re my mom, so I will anyway. Can I marry Bob?” Pause. “YOU told me to move in here. It’s not ALL my fault.” Pause. “Thanks, Mom!” Pause. “Yeah, that kinda should give you an idea of how I’m doin’. How about you?” Pause. “Good! And now I’m outta the way, so y’all can stroll off into the sunset together.” Pause. “Did YOU an’ Stephen wait?” Pause. “Thought so.” Pause. “We’ll have a license tomorrow! Then quick!” Pause. “Yeah, maybe kinda rushing, but maybe not. We’ve known each other for years. And lived in the same house.” Pause. “Yeah, Mom. I love you, too. Here he is.”

She handed me the phone. “Hi, Mara...”

“Hello, Bob. Who got to who there?”

“Huh?”

“Did she seduce YOU, or did YOU seduce her?”

“Nobody seduced anybody. We decided that all the turmoil in the universe conspired to put us together.”

“She could do a lot worse, for damned sure. You, though ... Remy ... Well, it’s your choice. And hers. Good luck!”

“Thank you.”

“Lemme talk to her again.”

“Okay.” I handed the phone back to Remy.

“Well?” Pause. “I know, Mom. It’s a very adult thing. I love you.” Pause. “Bye.”

She put the phone down and looked at me. “My momma loves me and says she hopes things work out for us.”

“I hope so, too,” I said, scooping her off her feet.

“Where’re we going?”

“Bedroom.”

“After the recliner disaster?”

“Yep. Whole exercise was so I could eat you and I’m still hungry.”

“You know I love that.”

I put her gently on the bed. The covers were still on the floor from earlier.

“You’re delightful, you’re sexy, and I need you.”

She pulled me up beside her in bed. “Good. I need YOU like this.”

“This?”

“Hard and horny for me.”

It was another lusty little collision between us. I get the feeling that my Remy really LIKES sex in a way that no previous partner had indicated.

By eight o’clock she was lying beside me smiling, two fingers tugging my dick. “I think we killed it again.”

“I might be able to work something up,” I said.

She kissed me. “Don’t try. We need to shower and you have to go to work tomorrow.”

Remy was certainly not the first female to join me in the shower, but I’m having difficulty remembering it being this fun. The grins and giggles as we toweled each other off melted my heart. I even helped her dry her short haircut.

“Perfect,” I announced.

“Hope so. It’s me,” she retorted. “You sure I shouldn’t be a blonde or a redhead or something?”

“How about you stay the color I fell in love with and I’ll just keep adoring that?”

“Works for me.”

We didn’t put bottoms on when we dressed for bed. We pulled the covers back up and crawled in, meeting in the middle.

“I’ll try to be a good girl tonight,” she told me. “I didn’t mean, well, if I wake up and it’s THERE waiting for me...”

“I’m not complaining, little love.” I leaned towards her, letting her hands guide my lips to hers.

Once our lips touched her arms pulled me atop her as she rolled onto her back.

“You belong here. Or I belong on top of you. Or we belong in a tangle like when the chair flipped.”

“You’re killing me, angel.”

“I’m YOUR angel. And I won’t kill you. If you pass out, the worst that will happen is that I will have my way sucking on you while you’re out. I already know how you react when you wake up to that.”

“Exquisite,” I told her. “A surprise. And very much appreciated.”

“You do that to me, too, love,” she stated. “Like walking up behind me and wrapping me up in your arms. I FEEL loved.”

“You ARE loved.”

This is the third night we’ve spent in bed together for the purposes of sleep (too). Remy is a dream. Her thin, leggy form just sort of finds its way against me, spooned up behind me, or curled up in my arms, her butt pushing back into my groin, or turned towards me, her hands between us. I’ve woken up to roll over, not wanting to disturb her, much like finding a kitten on my lap. I try to move gently but she always seems to become semi-conscious, to rearrange herself, before we go back to sleep.

And there’s the “Does this bother you?” where ‘this’ is a hand gently grasping my dick.

“You know I love how you touch me.”

“It’s mine.”

“Just like it’s your pet. You get to care for it and keep it happy. But you know that if you get it excited then it’s YOUR responsibility to calm it down.”

“Like this?” Her head ducked under the covers.

“God, Remy!”

Giggle. She popped back up. Okay. I’ll be good now.” Kiss.

So, yeah ... there’s a lot to be said for having one’s genitalia gently caressed as both parties enter slumber. So’s having a nubile young lady backed up against you who thinks that having your hands on her breasts is conducive to sleeping well.

Unlike the previous two mornings, an alarm got me started on Monday. I rolled out of bed fully planning on the ‘go to work’ routine that I’ve used for years, but when I turned from the toilet after voiding a full bladder, I was startled by the nightshirt-clad form of Remy.

“My turn,” she said, brushing past me, bumping me out of the way with her hip. “You didn’t kiss me when you got out of bed.”

“Didn’t want to wake you up.”

“I need the kiss. I suppose you’d’ve left without kissing me?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m the one who needs to be someplace at a certain time. You don’t. So you could sleep.”

“I have a husband now and maybe I wanna be with him before work. Share breakfast.”

“A bowl of cereal,” I said. “What I usually have.”

“I know that. I do the dishes every day. How about if it was something warm, and a cup of coffee?”

“I usually get coffee at work.”

“You could leave here with coffee.”

“You have something in mind, then?”

“Your coffeemaker has a timer. So does that silly rice cooker, and IT will do oatmeal or something. I read that cookbook.”

“Then we’ll see...”

“Okay. Oatmeal’s good for your heart.” She flashed her eyes at me, telegraphing her next statement. “Along with frequent exercise.”

We talked about my plans for the day – work in the morning, take off this afternoon to go to the courthouse to get an important document.

“You’ll need your birth certificate and driver’s license,” she said. “I know. I looked.”

“When did you look?”

“Before you let me move in.”

I looked at her. She sort of turned her head to give me a sideways glance. “You’re a good one. Mom even said so. I knew that myself, but I thought that a bit of time living in the same house...”

“That’s not the same as ‘living together’?”

“Nope. We started living together Friday. Has to do with sleeping together.”

“Which we did a good job of, last night.”

She smiled. “Self-restraint. Couple of times I woke up and almost attacked you.”

“Me too. I miss that two AM tangle.”

It’s been a long time since I was kissed as I went out the door, and frankly, I like this one better than the previous.