Chapter 6: Communion

My first and what I fully expected to be my last visit to Jodie’s church had gone smoothly enough. My ex-wife had expressed concern that I’d become too much of a hermit, “Church will at least get you out. You don’t have to be a believer.” I’d decided to appease her, because she wasn’t going to stop bringing it up until I went once. With the service over, I was headed for the parking lot.

“Jerry, could you give my friend Lana a ride home from church? She lives on your side of town,” Jodie asked.

I first pictured Lana as an elderly woman who used a walker and couldn’t drive any longer. Jodie’s good samaritan side knew no bounds, a quality shared by many of her sister nymphomaniacs. I looked in the direction of a table of elderly women, a couple of whom were reading from their Bibles, and tried to guess which one was Lana.

A few seconds later, a light tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my reverie. “Mr. T, it’s so nice of you to offer to give me a ride home. I hope it’s not too much trouble.”

The voice was young and so was the face and body. Darcy had nothing on Jodie when it came to knowing my taste in women; Lana was gorgeous. Her long full dark brunette hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face with upturned nose, full lips, and alluringly bright blue eyes. Her seemingly innocent face and her womanly body sent opposite messages: Lana’s 5’4” inch frame was a tantalizing mixture of curvy and slender in all the right places.

“No ... no trouble at all. Please, just call me Jerry, Mr. T’s a guy from a TV show from before your time.”

For a moment, I imagined myself as Mr. T and it occured to me that I would have driven Lana to New York if she wanted me to.

“Are you kidding? I love the “A Team!”

“Really?”

“My dad had it on DVD, all five seasons. We used to watch on his weekends with me.”

“I didn’t know there were five seasons,” I murmured

Naturally, I found myself wondering if I was older than Lana’s dad.

“Mr. T and the A Team all the way,” Lana stuck her butt out at an angle as she did a passable BJ Barracus impression.

Her dark blue dress was short and it rode up her hip, giving me a sense of Lana’s exquisite A team. I opened the car door for her and watched her work her way in. The top of her dress was more or less church modest, but the bending brought my attention to how sheer the fabric of her dress actually was ... Jodie was right: I definitely had been spending too much time by myself. Just as I completed the thought, Jodie texted me.

I pointed to my phone as I shut the passenger side door, “Sorry Lana, just let me get this before we get going here. It might be work.”

“You must be pretty important if they need to get you on a Sunday morning.”

“Well, it’s my business so the clients have this habit of calling whenever.”

Jody’s text read, “Am I the world’s greatest ex-wife or what?” It was accompanied by an icon of a Rolling Stones tongue.

“She’s not much older than Cheryl. What kind of dirty old man do you take me for?”

“Please, we were married for almost twenty years. You don’t think I know a bit about you? I do your books, remember? I know you weren’t making appointments with forty-five-year olds for the kind of money you were spending in Pittsburgh.”

I looked up from my phone. Jodie was standing on the sidewalk, straight across from me. She smiled, winked, and texted again.

“You better get on your way before some other dirty old man gets to her. Believe me, those Sunday School teachers are seriously horny fuckers.”

As I pulled out of the church parking lot, Lana asked to open her window. “Of course,” I said, “But I can get the air conditioner going in a second here. It sure got hot.”

“When I got home from work this morning, I actually needed to put on a sweatshirt.”

“You work nights?”

“I’m kind of a waitress. Saturdays and Fridays are really busy, so I’m lucky to get those shifts. It works out pretty well with my school schedule, even if it means coming home just before sunrise.”

Lana closed her window as the air conditioner kicked in. I glanced over at her and noticed that the air conditioner might have worked a little too quickly: her nipples were poking out from beneath her dress. Despite the way her breasts seemed to defy gravity, Lana wasn’t wearing a bra under that very thin fabric.”Let me turn that down a little bit.”

Lana’s face turned noticeably red. “I’m so embarrassed!”

She drew her arms around her chest.

“I should be the one who’s embarrassed. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“But you didn’t, not really. You were the consummate gentleman about it.”

I pointed behind me, “I have a clean sweatshirt in the back seat, if that’ll help.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like you’re the first strange man who’s seen them. I guess coming from church and all, I was just a little self-conscious. I definitely should have worn something more appropriate, but I was in too much of a hurry; I got off work at four this morning.”

“You look lovely, but you’d look lovely in anything.”

Lana smiled at me as she let her hands fall to her lap.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet.”

“I assume you must hear that sort of thing a lot.”

“Mr. T, are you flirting with me?” Lana brushed her hand against my thigh then looked at me directly, “ Who I’m hearing it from matters though.”

We drove in silence for a few more minutes until I got to the exit. “If you got home so late this morning, you must be exhausted. I’m sure you can’t wait to get home to get some rest.”

“Actually, I try not to sleep during the afternoons. It makes it harder to stay awake at school during the week. Do you have plans?”

“Nothing much. I’m probably just going to hang out by the pool for a bit and catch up with work e-mails.”

“You have a pool? God, that sounds nice.”

“Well, you’d be welcome ... but I don’t know that I have a suit for you. Maybe there’s one of my daughter’s somewhere, but ... uh...”

I hesitated as I realized that Lana and Cheryl had very different bodies.

“It’s not a problem, Mister, I mean Jerry. I have one in here.”

Lana held up a black purse, the sort a woman might take to a cocktail party. It looked just big enough to hold a wallet, a couple tubes of lipstick, a small hairbrush, and not much else. In thirty minutes, I’d gone from visions of driving an older woman home to her assisted living facility and helping her with her walker to imagining Lana wearing whatever fit inside that purse. My little head was ready to go and it seemed likely that Jodie had set us up for a reason, but my big head was warning me that Lana wasn’t much older than my daughter Cheryl and she quite reasonably just saw me as someone’s nice dad who happened to have a pool. I figured I’d just see what happened. At worst, I’d get to see her in a bathing suit and that would certainly be more fun than hanging out alone and maybe later relieving some tension while looking at dirty movies on my computer. Being middle aged and single can make for some pretty pitiful weekends sometimes.

Once in the house, I asked Lana if she’d like something to drink. I mentioned several alcohol free choices before mentioning the bottle of white in my refrigerator. She chose water, perhaps a sign not to get my hopes up.

“You have such a nice house Mr. T. Do you live here by yourself?”

Lana sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. I figured I’d test her reaction.

“Well, ever since the divorce from Jodie. Our daughter Cheryl stays here sometimes when she’s home from college. Maybe, you know her?”

“No, I don’t think so ... Wait! Does she have a friend named Emily?”

My heart skipped a couple beats.

“She does, but I don’t know if it’s the same Emily.”

I’d been doing well not to think about Emily for the last couple weeks. Besides, it was a reasonably common name.

“Dark hair, petite, really pretty, amazing dancer. I used to take classes with her. I heard she’s in Pittsburgh still studying dance.”

“Wow, such a small world. So, you and Emily are friends?”

“Um, not exactly. We had the same taste in guys a couple times too many. I’d always lose out.”

“I wouldn’t see why that would be.”

“Believe me, Emily gets every guy’s attention.It was just that she hardly ever wanted them. She’s a total heartbreaker. I’m really awkward around boys. I mean men.”

Well, I only met Emily a few times. She seemed like a nice girl, so I obviously don’t know anything about the rest there. Still, I’d imagine that you’d have plenty of boys interested in you, Lana.”

“It’s nice of you to say that, Mist ... Jerry. But I’m really not that into boys.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with...”

“I’m much more into men! You know, older guys.”

Lana put her glass on the coaster on the coffee and uncrossed her legs. I did my best to pretend not to notice that she quite likely wasn’t wearing underwear. Her wink wasn’t exactly subtle.

“I can show you the rest of the house if you’d like.”

“Sure!”

I did my best impression of a real estate agent as I showed Lana the other parts of the house with the exception of my bedroom. I might have been doing my best not to think about Emily, but I still had a small picture of Emily on my bureau. I took care to hide it any time Jodie or Cheryl were around.

“Is there a place I can put my suit on? That is, if it’s still okay for me to go swimming here.”

Okay, here’s what was going through my head. Here I was about to be nearly naked with yet another young woman around Cheryl’s age. As best I could tell, Lana appeared to work in something like a strip club. That didn’t necessarily mean that she’d have sex with just any rando who gave her a ride and offered to let her use his pool, but the odds had certainly changed from her just being someone I’d met in church. I showed her to Cheryl’s room.

Did this make me a dirty old man? I guess it did, but virtually any male of any age who encountered a young woman who looked anything like Lana and who was this flirtatious was going to at least consider the possibility. When Lana came out of the bathroom by my pool, the odds and certain parts of my anatomy jumped further. This might have been the smallest black bikini I’d ever seen on a woman and I’d been to Brazil in the middle of their summer. Had Lana been on the beach with Stella that day, I suspect she would have easily gotten as much if not more attention. The cheeks of her ass pushed out of the two little triangles of fabric held together by knots that begged to be untied. The top of her bikini appeared to be two cup sizes too small for what looked to be 32D breasts.

“Whoa, what would your father say about your wandering around in that suit?” If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t let you out of my house.”

Lana shifted her hips and looked me straight in the eye. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’m not your daughter and we happen to be at your house, so you don’t have to keep me from leaving. Aren’t you going to come in with me?”

While Lana was changing, I’d gotten out a pair of mirrored sunglasses and my laptop to set myself up to do work, not that I really expected to work while she was in my pool. I just didn’t want to make my interest too obvious, just in case.

“Uh ... just let me get into my suit.”

I started to turn back to the house, but --somehow-- Lana had slipped behind me and pushed me into the pool. She was much stronger than I’d imagined. I was still in my church clothes, though I’d taken my shoes off at the front door.

“Someone’s being a seriously bad girl!”

I shook my head and upper body the way dogs do when they get wet.

“It looks like someone needs to get out of some very wet clothes.”

That was the last thing I heard before my head was dunked underwater again; Lana had jumped in the pool after me. I reached for her to dunk her back, but instead of getting a hold of her shoulders, I caught the strap of her bikini top as she dodged my grip. Lana’s exposed breasts hung just above the surface of the water while her bikini top fell to her upper abdomen.

Lana looked me in the eye, unhooked her bikini top, and tossed it out of the pool. She pointed at the soaking wet mess that used to be my dress shirt. “It’s your turn, Jerry.”

I complied then tossed my shirt in the general direction of her bikini top. Somehow, it landed right on top of it. Lana looked me over, up first then down. “Mmmm ... looks like getting those pants off might be more than a one person job. There’s some sort of obstruction down there.”

She then proceeded to run her tongue across her upper lip. I looked down and had to agree: unzipping my pants was going to have to be done carefully. Lana wasted no time as she undid my belt buckle while bringing her mouth to mine. Hadn’t we just met in church?

Seconds later, I felt Lana’s tongue slip past my lips as it searched for mine. My tongue responded happily as my hands explored her upper body until my index finger circled Lana’s left nipple. Lana moaned softly as it went erect.

“Jerry, you know it wasn’t your car’s air conditioner that made them stand up like this before.”

“Oh?” I stopped momentarily as I looked down to admire the view. “Why would getting in a car with a middle-aged stranger get you excited?”

“Because that middle-aged stranger’s ex-wife told me that her ex had the best cock she’d ever been with.”

As free with her favors as Jodie was, I’d never known her to be indiscreet verbally. “Jodie, Jodie my-ex, told you that?”

“My Prius is back in the church parking lot and I don’t live on this side of town, but when I saw you with Jodie, I decided that I needed to get a ride home, though maybe a little different kind of ride.”

“So, if I’d said I was too busy to let you use the pool, you would have been stranded.”

“I had a pretty good idea, you were going to say ‘yes’.”

“Does anyone ever say, ‘no’?”

“Just the guys who thought they had a shot at Emily.”

Lana had slipped her fingers inside my underwear and was lightly running her fingers along the shaft of my cock. She cooed, “Someone wants to come out to say ‘Hi’. Do you mind?”

Helpless, I managed to nod without drooling. The water was cold, but my cock clearly didn’t know that. She pulled down my pants and underwear, leaving them bunched around my ankles.

My cock was standing straight up. Lana had shifted her fingers to my balls which somehow were full and hanging down instead of shrivelling up into my body with the cold of the pool water.

This clearly wasn’t her first time fondling a sac. Very few women have a sense of the right mix of pressure and tenderness, at least not the first time with someone, well me at least. As well trained as the ladies at Tabby’s Treasures were, it usually took at least a few minutes and several hints to get it right.

I bent down to start kissing Lana again, but suddenly found myself underwater again. I used the opportunity to pull her bikini bottom off. Given how small it was, it didn’t take much. I did my best to get completely out of my pants, but, as I said, Lana was surprisingly strong. I did, however, manage to get my head back above the water.

Lana splashed water in my direction while giggling.

“Either I’m getting old or you’re really strong,” I stammered.

“That’s what you get for messing with a girl who wrestles for a living.”

“I would have guessed that you were a stripper or something like that.”

“Well, I do work in a strip club, but I’m not one of the dancers. With MMA getting so popular, the owner has this kind of low impact MMA tournament, no real hitting and lots of grabbing of clothing. I have to get the other girl fully naked and pin her, unless it’s an after midnight show. There’s a big muscular girl with big tits who wins the first couple matches. She then gets cocky and challenges anyone to take her on. Sometimes a customer will take her on, but in the end I put down my tray of shots, jump up on the stage, peel off my waitress costume, reveal this bikini or one like this, and I uphold the honor of all the pussies in the bar.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“Whoever gets pinned has to get pegged.”

“Ouch!”

“Fortunately, I’ve never lost.”

“I get why. I hope you’re not planning on pegging me.”

I covered my backside with my hand, expecting to feel the back of my pants then realized they were still around my ankles. I used the opportunity to step out of my pants in case Lana tried to ambush me again.

“Only if you want that.”

“Maybe not on a first date.”

“So, you like playing hard to get,” Lana winked at me.

“Let’s say I’m not an easy guy to pin down and one who’s terrified of being taken down a peg.”

‘I was just teasing about the pegging thing, but the wrestling for a living part is true.”

“And that bikini is your work uniform?”

“Part of the uniform, yes. It doesn’t really stay on long though.”

“Do you like your job?”

“I like the money and the attention from the men. It’s not something I intend to do forever, just until I get out of school.”

“So what do you want to do after school?”

“I know this sounds kind of lame, but I don’t really know yet.”

“It’s not lame. I didn’t start my business until I was in my late thirties. You wouldn’t believe some of the odd jobs I did, though wrestling in a strip club was never one of them.”

Lana took my hand in hers as the mood shifted from erotic to comfortable. Noises came from the other side of the fence; my neighbors were getting ready to use their pool and they had kids.I found my pants, Lana recovered her bikini bottom, and I lent her my shirt. We headed inside. Before I knew it, we were on my bed, naked, and kissing passionately. I began to explore Lana’s body with my hands once again. As I put my mouth to one of her nipples, Lana’s stomach began to heave.

“I guess this is a little more comfortable than the pool,” I said between licks around her once again erect nipples.

Lana’s breathing deepened as she nodded emphatically. I couldn’t believe my luck. My Sunday had gone from doing some work by the pool to being in bed with a gorgeous woman in her early twenties who happened to be in tremendous physical condition. My only worry was whether or not I’d be able to keep up with her. Well, I thought it was my only worry.

As I began to kiss my way down Lana’s stomach to her more private areas, she happened to look around the room and suddenly started to sit up.

“Is everything okay? Do you want me to do something differently?”

There was a pause. “I’m just wondering why you have a picture of Emily in your bedroom? You said your daughter knew her, but I don’t see your daughter or anyone else’s daughter in this one.”

Ouch! I was sure my chances of getting blown by this beautiful creature had just dropped catastrophically. Just about the last thing you want to come out after you meet a woman you’re attracted to is that you just lied to her about an ex. I tried to think of some plausible explanation for Emily’s picture, then quickly realized that I’d only be digging a deeper hole for myself. I took a deep breath and caught her scent, an oddly appealing mix of chlorine and flowers. I sat up.

“I’m sorry, Lana. I lied to you about how well I know Emily. I ... well ... I kind of worried about it getting back to Cheryl or Jodie.”

“Well, I barely know your daughter and are you saying Jodie doesn’t know about this?”

“She’s sort of guessed, but she doesn’t know for sure.”

“So, how well do you really know Emily?”

“I don’t really have a straightforward answer.”

Lana pulled away. My heart sank as did other parts of me.

“I take it that I’m not the first twenty-five year old you’ve been with lately. Here, I thought I had you pegged, Jerry.”

I winced. Could you maybe put that a little differently? Okay, Emily and I actually only saw each other, um, that way twice. It’s hard to call either one a date. It just sort of happened.”

Lana got off the bed, went to the bureau, and came back with Emily’s picture. “Well, something must have happened between the two of you.”

She studied the picture as it lay on the pillow. “She was voted most photogenic when she was a senior. I was two years behind her.”

“So are you,” I whispered, “really photogenic, I mean.” I was half hoping that would get us back on track.One thing that hadn’t changed since I was Lana’s age was the way so many women appeared to permanently form their sense of self during high school.

“Does Emily fuck as great as she looks?”

“To be honest, we’ve never...”

As I heard myself say it, it sounded very weird, even if it was true.

“No way! I always knew she was a tease.”

Lana slapped me on the thigh. I could swear that a mischievous look flashed across her blue eyes. “You didn’t strike me as the sort of guy who was reclaiming his virginity.”

“I’m not. It’s a long story and I’m not sure how much of it I can share.”

“I just told you that I work as a wrestler in a strip club and that your ex-wife told me that you have a great cock. We’re not exactly keeping secrets from each other.”

I shared the general outlines of my encounters with Emily. Lana laughed out loud a few times and called me a naughty boy at several points, especially when the topic of Tabby’s Treasures came up and my unexpected “date” with Emily after “A Chorus Line.”

“You absolutely tell anyone about this and... !”

“Why would I? Do you think Emily working as an escort or your being a regular customer is any less embarrassing than my wrestling in a strip club? There’s a code of honor among women like us, even when we’ve liked the same guys.”

“So Lana, if I might ask what’s your take on this same guy?”

Lana flicked at my now soft cock with a fingernail as she ran her tongue over her upper lip. She kissed me lightly on the lips. Before I knew it, she was tenderly licking my balls as she fondled my shaft with her fingertips. I started to breathe faster. As soon as I did, Lana stopped suddenly. “Did Emily do this with you?”

Helpless, I nodded. Naturally, it reminded me of my night in Miami with Stella and her knack for getting me more excited by repeatedly asking me how she compared to Tabby, something that Darcy indulged too. Were all young women this competitive or was it something about me? For some reason though, Lana’s teasing interrogation had the opposite effect from Stella’s.

Lana must have noticed immediately: she was frowning. “Are you feeling guilty, Jerry?”

“I broke it off with Emily a while ago.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not feeling guilty. You still have her picture in your bedroom.”

I flipped over and crawled towards the headboard. I grabbed Emily’s picture, got up, and put it face down inside the top drawer of my bureau. Unfortunately, I glimpsed Emily’s face in the photo and had to take a deep breath.

‘‘Jerry, it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. I understand. I don’t want you to feel like you’re cheating.”

She spread her legs and slipped her right hand over her pussy. “Mind if I take care of myself while you figure this out?”

I glanced in the mirror above the bureau. Lana’s body was a marvel: voluptuous and slender at the same time. Her mahogany-brown hair spread across my pillow. “Jerry, you’re welcome to watch me, of course.”

I turned and Lana, without a hint of embarrassment, looked straight at me as she played with herself.

“Fuck just watching!” I shouted as I jumped face forward onto the mattress. My mouth landed inches from her triangle.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and inhaled the damp, woody aroma between her legs. I’ve always believed that you can smell a woman’s arousal down there and Lana’s scent was a five alarm fire.I proceeded tongue first towards the target. She cooed, “Now, there’s a good boy!”

I took my first taste and liked it enough to go back for seconds, thirds. I wanted to inhale Lana whole.

“I love it when a man knows what he’s doing down there.”

Lana shifted her position and spread her legs even further apart.I took the opportunity to slip a finger into her vagina. There was so little resistance, a second finger followed almost immediately. I slipped my thumb just below her clitoris and checked her response for the best position and pressure. Now and then, Lana would reach down to squeeze my other hand. Whenever I got it just right, she squeezed a little harder. The skin just above her breasts was turning pink and her nipples were fully erect. Her breath sped up and instead of speeding up with her, my tongue slowed down.

To call Lana a screamer would be understatement. She was so loud I was concerned that one of the neighbors might call the police. In addition to the screaming, Lana was also a bucker. I had to take care to keep my teeth out of the way as she climaxed. Lana’s response was so extravagant I wondered if she was faking until I realized it didn’t matter; it felt incredible to believe I could get a woman this young and this hot so excited even if it might be make believe.

Lana went into the landing phase of her orgasm, but I took care not to stop completely. Gently, she stroked my hair with her fingers. “Okay Jerry, it’s your turn.”

I kept licking instead.

“Someone’s not listening,” she giggled.

I felt a pair of thighs lock beneath my shoulders, a quick twist followed, and I found myself laying on my back. I hadn’t tried to resist, but it was still an impressive physical feat for a woman Lana’s size and very much a turn on for a man whose size in certain regions was rapidly changing. Before I could sit up, she straddled me. My erect penis was just behind the crack of her exquisite ass. Lana’s hands were on my shoulders; she had me pinned. Her boobs swayed with the effort. I, no longer, had to imagine what it would be like to be in bed with Wonder Woman.I slapped the mattress with my open hand three times and shouted, “Uncle, Uncle, Uncle!”

“Do you mean Aunt?”

“How about niece?”

“Niece will do.”

“Whoa, I guess I’m lucky you’re not a serial killer.”

“You don’t really know that now, do you?”

“So, I guess I better do what you say then.”

“Smart man!”

Lana had let her right hand off my shoulder and had slipped it behind herself to caress my balls. I reached up to move Lana’s other arm out of the way so I could lick around her nipples. After a couple minutes, we switched over to kissing.

“So Jerry, I hope you like having your cock sucked very very slowly and very thoroughly.”

“Did Jodie told you about that too?”

Lana laughed as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I don’t think there are too many men who don’t like me doing it other than the gay ones maybe ... And Jodie might have said a thing or two after a couple glasses of wine.”

She slipped a pillow beneath my head and positioned us so I had a view of the mirror. Her hair brushed along my chest as she worked her way down. Her finger slid along my sides. She planted a kiss just above my navel then licked along my thighs.

“I hope you’re not in any kind of rush here,” she said as she looked up at me.

I reached for the alarm clock by the bed and turned it towards the wall.

Was Lana planning to tease me to death? There were certainly worse ways to die. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth, but just barely and planted a soft kiss between my balls as she worked her way up my shaft with a mixture of kisses and little hints of tongue. I reached down to stroke her hair. Politely but firmly, she moved my hand away. “I don’t want you to move a muscle. Focus on what my mouth is doing.”

Clearly, Lana wanted to take charge here and who was I to stop her? She had now kissed her way around my shaft at least twice and had switched to using the flat of her tongue in little circles as she worked from tip to base. Her fingers played with my balls. Part of me longed for her to start actually sucking my cock.I was ready to come right then, even though I suspected that wasn’t part of her evil plan. We were well past the point where many other women would have suggested her neck or mouth was getting tired, yet Lana was clearly just getting started.

She took a break from the festivities and propped herself up on her elbows with her chin resting on the palms of her hands and the tips of her breasts swaying seductively. I expected her to say something, but, instead, she simply ran her tongue slowly across her lips. Once again, she stared into my eyes as if trying to hypnotize me. In many ways, she already had. My cock was now totally under her control: Lana the snake charmer.

“So Jerry, where do you want me to start ... or should I figure it out?