Chapter 2

As if sensing my need - or possibly because of her own - she began to wiggle back against my cock. She lifted herself up and I felt her hand reach down under her to grab my shaft. She lowered herself down onto it, sliding it back and forth inside her slit until it was just as slippery as she, then she guided it into the waiting tunnel and sat down on it. Her weight buried me inside her, right up till my cock pressed against her cervix. I knew she hadn't been with anyone because there was no way she could still be this tight!

Water sloshed all around us and even out onto the floor as she moved up and down on me. Dad had once told me in confidence that she couldn't have children for some reason and since she'd not raised the issue of birth control the first time, I saw no reason to raise it now. I used my hands on her firm little ass to help her bob up and down on me.

I felt myself quickly approaching that point of no return and I wanted her to cum with me, so I reached over her thigh with one hand and found her hard clit. It was strange, feeling myself slip in and out of her while I stroked her clit. I whispered in her ear while biting on her neck, telling her to let go.

She did. We arrived at almost the same second. There was no better feeling on earth than her pussy contracting around my cock as I shot a long full load into her.

Eventually we got out of the tub when the water started to get cold. I dried her off head to foot, pausing to pay extra attention to certain locations. I wrapped her in her long bath sheet, swung her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. She gave me a beautiful smile for that gallant gesture. Then I stripped the towel off her and simply stared down at her for a few minutes. It took no time at all for my cock to be standing ready again. This time however, I dropped between her knees and spread her smooth thighs. I knew she was ten years older than me but there was so sign of age or sag anywhere on her body.

I put my mouth onto her pussy and licked her till her next orgasm took her. Then I lay down on top of her and fucked her hard until I came again in no time.

We cuddled for a long time, spoon-fashion, and had planned on getting up and going out for lunch. However, the very nearness of her got me so hard again that I entered her from behind, lying on our sides Eventually, I got her on her hands and knees and did it doggy style till she came hard and screaming, then I came one last time, lying on my back with her straddling me. She collapsed over on my chest, both of us sweaty and dehydrated, needing another bath, but both of us blissful.

I'm not sure if we dozed any or simply relaxed with our eyes closed, but she suddenly woke with a start. Her digital clock on the nightstand displayed 3:20. Chris would be getting home from school around 3:30. We didn't panic, but hurriedly dressed and had just sat down at the kitchen table with unopened bottles of water before us. Chris didn't seem to notice the flush on our skin and I hope he couldn't smell the hot salt tinge of sex in the air.

He was surprised to see me here early but happy. Not only was he starting as quarterback in the homecoming game, but his girlfriend was one of the candidates for homecoming queen. He was already strutting around proudly. I had to laugh sheepishly because I'd probably done the same thing last year. It was strange how much your thoughts and feelings could change in a year, after going away from the familiarity of home and the friends you'd grown up with. It all seemed so unimportant to me now, all that high school stuff.

"I'm only home for a few minutes," he told us, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket. "We got that parade and then we're all meeting at the field. You're coming to the game, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't miss it," I said, waving him off. He went to his room, changed into his clean game jersey and dashed out the door again.

Cassie and I just sat and stared at each other, kind of in shock at being brought back to the real world like that. It was almost as if I'd only imagined what we'd spent most of the day doing. If wondered what was going on behind those pale blue eyes, if she could possibly be thinking what I was thinking. I was ready to hop back in bed for a repeat performance.

"The parade is passing up Wells Street," she said. "We could walk over and watch it."

Trying not to let my disappointment show too much, I agreed. We still had about forty-five minutes to kill, there was time for something intimate, I was sure. I didn't really want to feel this way, but it was like my body was out of control. I wanted her again! Over and over. Naked, doing whatever I told her. I had to keep reminding myself that she wasn't one of those high school girls who did whatever I asked because I was their football hero. I also had to keep telling myself not to be that insensitive bastard who'd used all the girls I could get away with. This was seriously different.

I sighed and decided I could sit here and look at her like a puppy begging for scraps or I could act like I had a modicum of self control and clean up the mess where I'd dropped my bags just inside the door. I chose to walk away. She seemed relieved when I did and we stayed in our separate corners till parade time. That didn't keep her off my mind.

As we walked up the street later, I realized I was talking incessantly. Cassie eventually hooked her arm through mine and gently said, "Relax Keith. I'm not expecting anything from you. Just be yourself. I always like that best."

I'd not known just how really uptight I was until she said that. I had no idea that it showed so much. I wanted her to like me, I wanted to appear knowledgeable about things, I wanted to be on her level. I forced myself to take a deep breath and let my muscles flop.

I envied Cassie the calm demeanor she always wore, not knowing then that that particular kind of confidence only came with experience. She always displayed the same attitude, ready to deal with whatever came along in her life. I'd only seen it fail once, when Dad died. She seemed to anticipate nothing and remain composed no matter what the situation was. Later in life, I came to understand that I had learned to be "cool" from my stepmother. Dad had taught me how to handle most things that I would have to deal with, but Cassie taught me not to worry about what those things might be.

The parade was pretty much the same affair as it was every year. All the different clubs in the high school made tacky floats, the marching band got to show off and various local merchants got to plug their businesses. This was the fifth one we'd been involved in, probably the 15th one we'd watched. I suppose this was one of our family traditions.

After we walked home, we got right into my truck and I drove back to the small stadium. Cassie and I didn't hold hands as we walked, although I wished we could've. We couldn't give any clues like that because the bleachers were already filled with people who knew us.

We walked around the track from the gate to the home stands. Our team was already on the field warming up and many of them, including the coaches, called out surprised greetings to me. I found myself wanting to be back out there with them in the thick of things.

Cassie had always had a sixth sense for our feelings, seeming to always know what we were thinking. At the turn-off that led up to the bleachers, she stopped and pulled me down so she could speak into my ear and be heard over the crowd.

"Go," she said. "Have fun with your friends. Just don't strand me here after the game, okay? I don't want to walk home in the dark."

I was amazed and torn. I wanted to do the grown-up thing and go sit with her and be her companion, but such a big part of me still needed to be out their on the field again, hanging out with the guys, being the ex-hero back to give them inspiration. The coaches would talk to me like an adult now, ask my opinion, maybe. Of course, I didn't see it clearly at the time, but that's what I felt.

"It's okay," she assured me, "I promise." I suppose the relief was clear on my face. I took off out to the field.

I only thought of her once while the game was going on. I'd turned to look over the packed stands to see if I could see her. I only wondered if she was proud watching me and Chris out here. Had she been proud watching me last year? And was she looking at me differently now? Then someone yelled about the last play, starting an argument and pulled my attention back to the game.

When the game was over and we'd (rightly so) beaten them by 17 points, I stood at the gate and waited for her to come out. She was laughing with some of the other parents. She'd not needed me, had not been crushed and alone without me. I felt a silly sort of disappointment.

We walked back to my truck and sat for some time in the center of a sea of unmoving traffic, recalling the exciting parts of the game. Again, I had something to tell her and wasn't sure how she'd react.