Chapter 4

We talked for a few minutes more, but I needed to get to bed. I was dragging ass. Saturdays can be a bear.

I got up at 4:30 pm and came out. The smell of food woke me up. Wendy had made a large chicken noodle casserole. She had also bought an apple pie.

I met Samantha right away. Tall, very pretty, instantly I felt nothing for her. Sex with a complete stranger would have been very uncomfortable for me. I treated her like a guest and did nothing forward toward her. Besides a brief handshake, she was as shy of me as I was of her.

To me, feelings have significant meaning. First impressions are very telling. I have always subscribed to the notion that people put out some type of field. If we embrace this concept, it tells us who is a go and who is a no. Sam’s a no.

When Wendy served the pie, I took mine and slid the pie into a bowl. I added a sprinkle of cinnamon and half a spoonful of sugar. Then I poured a half cup of milk over the mess. God, that was good tasting. Wendy stole a bite and then did her slice of pie up as I had.

Wendy had made me a double lunch and a thermos of ice tea for work later.

I went to work and had a good Sunday. The mall closes early, at five on Sunday, so it’s already closed by the time I get there on Sunday evening. It makes an easy third day. 12-hour shifts are exceedingly long, but a slack Sunday for the last day of my workweek works just fine for me. Chuck likes them too. We toured outside and walked the mall, checking doors and looking for issues.

I got home, and Wendy was at the door when I came in. I saw Bob and Sam together on the couch. She did have long legs in her short shorts and a perky chest. I noticed her tits were very pointy in her little tube top. That’s Wendy’s tube top. It was a bit large on Sam. I suspected it had something to do with Bob and Sam sitting together like two peas in a pod.

Wendy took me by the hand and down the hall to my room. I let her lead me, knowing it was OK. She had been here long enough. I trusted her a lot more than Bob by now. She shut the door behind me.

She said, “Did you see the tube top? I ‘loaned’ it to her. I went to the store for the chicken, and when I came back, I caught them fucking. If there is a thing called love at first sight, they have it.”

I said, “We have that also, don’t we? You watch me almost as often as I watch you. We both have it. I still won’t say the L word yet. It’s too soon.”

“She said, “When I caught them, you would have thought I saw 6-year-olds with their hands in the cookie jar. Bob was worn out, and she was riding him to beat hell. I gave them hell for a minute so they wouldn’t know they had been manipulated.

“Are you moving in here with me?” I said.

I put my hand on her hair and stroked her hair. I was openly declaring how I felt about her. She leaned her head into me.

“She said quietly, “I Already did move in, Bill. It took mere minutes. I don’t have many clothes suitable for Florida. Bob bought me a swimsuit for the beach. That’s all, and it was for his pleasure, not my needs. I left my winter clothes at home for my sisters to fight over. They’ll be useless here.”

I thought for a minute. When I furnished the house, only two things were new, the Sears washing machine and my bedroom set. I had a king-size bed, a double dresser, and a chest of drawers. A complete set included the dresser and end tables. It seemed a good idea if I ever found a live-in girlfriend. Wendy had probably taken over the empty dresser as her own.

I said, “I am real pooped. By the end of my three-day shift, I get burned out. I’m going to sleep. Do you want to join me for a little while?”

She said, “Naked?”

I said, “Is the pope a Catholic? I need a quick shower first to get the mall smell off.”

She said, “Would you like me to get you a bedtime snack?”

I said, “I wouldn’t mind an ice tea.”

I went through the bathroom door and locked the hall bathroom door. My clothes went into the hamper in my room, and I walked naked to the bathroom.

When I came out after my shower, she was on the bed nude in all her feminine glory. Thoroughly revealed in bright daylight at last. It could be called supine or some other fancy word. I stood there dumbfounded at her beauty, unencumbered now by my duty to Bob or the guilt attached. I stood there enjoying looking at her. I had seen her before, but it became more real this time. I could look thoroughly and touch fully.

I could see her quite well with the bright morning sun coming in. I realize what a treasure she is. She was here in my bed. This was very real. Finally.

She looked at me and said, “What?”

I said, “I tried to comprehend your beauty. You have no idea how much I like to look at you this way. The sun makes you so incredible to look at.”

She pointed to my dick and said, “Maybe I have some kind of an indicator, he-he.”

I closed the two heavy drapes and turned the box fan on. With the drapes and door closed, the room could get warm. It’s September, and it’s still quite warm.

I slid into bed. The top sheet was off and folded on the dresser. She slid up to me and kissed me gently. She put her leg over mine and cuddled into me. For the first time ever, I felt complete.

She asked, “Are we doing it?”

I said, “Would you mind if we didn’t yet? I want our first time to be special, and I am completely worn out from walking all night.”

She said, OK, I will lay with you a while, and then I will steal your car to do some shopping,”

I said, “OK, my keys and wallet are on the chest of drawers. Get some clothes too.”

We kissed goodnight, and I admit it was difficult to sleep with this dream girl next to me.

I woke up around three. Wendy was lying next to me. Her little hand surrounded me as soon as she saw me wake up, and she gently began stroking my dick. As soon as he was at full mast, she crawled over me, centered herself, and lowered herself slowly onto me. I sat up to hold her to me, with us still connected together at last.

I felt her bare breasts on my chest and kissed her face and neck while holding her close. We sat that way for some time, moving only occasionally to keep the feeling below alive. I petted her hair and kissed her ears and neck as I worked my way around to the other side of her face. My hands never stopped moving, feeling, touching, and caressing her everywhere.

I made the mistake of getting close to her mouth. I had not brushed my teeth yet, so I didn’t want to gross her out by kissing her. Wendy had other ideas as her tongue snaked into my mouth.

She grabbed me and gave me one of her mind-numbing, hot, wet kisses. I knew she liked tonsil hockey a lot. Her mouth was hungry on mine, and she took charge, kissing me deeply. She must have kissed me for fifteen minutes as we occasionally twitched our mid-sections to keep the feeling so alive below.

I really wanted to fuck her hard in the worst way, to roll her on her back and fuck her hard. I wanted to make this moment in time last a while. While kissing, I slowly started to rock her holding her in my lap and playing with every bit of her soft skin I could reach.

We did not go crazy fucking like minks. We started out slowly and gently, lovingly. I’m not an experienced lover, but I was sure this delicate piece of togetherness would be memorable forever. Monkey sex would come later. I had no idea how much passion Wendy had inside.

We held each other and gently rocked until she started getting more excited. Eventually, she wanted completion and started to hump back at me. I laid back so she could move more controllably on me. Looking up at her, I watched her semi-large breasts bobble and shake as she fucked me. I could watch those babies do that all day long. They are mesmerizing. Wendy had become very forceful in her fucking. Her pale areolas had turned a light pink, and her nipples were sticking out prominently. She has a blush on her chest and cheeks.

I held her tits and caressed them. Oh god, I fondled those firm lovelies.

She said, “Harder.”

I said, “Are you sure?”

She said, “I’m Sure.”

I started to get rougher with her tits, and she got into it. Wendy turned out to be noisy. I loved it. She tried hiding her passion and noise, but it was laid bare.

I have screwed one completely unenthusiastic woman. That woman would never cum. She fucked because she felt obligated to do it, and it did nothing for her. A dead fish.

Other women, I had fucked previously enjoyed themselves but didn’t give any cues about what they liked or wanted. You were totally responsible for the whole encounter. I called the ones that lay there and made me do the work, lazy fuckers.

This was way better. It was mutual. We communicated. Those others made me feel like they were masturbating with their vagina using me. There had been no spiritual connection.

Wendy was close to cumming. She lay on me completely and sucked at my neck as her hips hammered at me. I moved my hand to her head and lightly pushed her head back.

“No hickey, please. I have to go to work in a few days.”

She didn’t say anything. She whimpered and sobbed as she continued. I felt her cunt grasping at me, clamping as her hips undulated on me. She did stop sucking my neck.

Our bodies were going whap, whap, whap as she moved against me very energetically. Her pussy was awash, and the squelch sounds affected my balls somehow. I was close, very close. It was all I could do to hold off.

In the end, she rammed her cunt into me and held it as her pussy clamped tight, and her whole body quivered hard against me. Then she loosened a second and repeated that cycle several times. She gently cried as she came.

Quietly she said, “Oh yes, oh yes. Right now, Bill, it’s right nowwwww!”

I grabbed her ass, pulled her in tight, and pumped her back and forth several more times. That prolonged her cum. She breathed very hard and whimpered constantly. She was continually crying when she finished.

I thought that was the best sex ever in my life. If you could tell from her reactions, it was also at the top of her list.

After resting on me, she said, “You didn’t cum?”

I turned her over so I was on top, pounded into her for a few strokes, and then came into her.

I said, “Burns ... Ohhhh, yeessss ... cumming...”

My dick had burned, I think because my cum was thick. I hadn’t gotten off in a while. My jetting into her was forceful, painful even.

I didn’t say anything about her quietness. I assumed she had been quiet because Sam was out there. Interesting. Wendy was very noisy with Bob when I was around. She had been sending me a message when she was with Bob. She’d wanted me to lust after her. Hell, I didn’t need Bob around for that. I naturally lusted after her. She was more than hot enough as it was.

So, she was uninhibited when I heard her and Bob going at it, but Sam was an entirely different matter. Oh ... I get it. She didn’t want Sam thinking about sex with me. Women are so strange. Dad always said you can’t live with them, and you can’t live without them.

I said, “Sorry, I had to pee, so my dick got confused. I do better on top. Good morning sweetheart.” I kissed her.

I was softening up, but when I called her sweetheart, I felt her reaction on my dick. She moved her legs apart as if she was settling in on top of me for a while. I was surrounded. I suffered a few minutes with her on my bladder before I begged off to pee. I took another shower.

I was thinking about a window air conditioner for my bedroom. I’ll think about a bigger unit for the living room.