Chapter 7: Getting Involved

We were lying together after our second encounter. If I ever even knew what great sex was, I found out with a certainty that night. Fiona was dynamic in bed and made me realize what I had been missing. Our first time was rather short and unsatisfactory, but it didn't seem to bother her. The second time seemed to go on forever. I didn't really understand what a responsive woman was like. I had been with only one sexual partner in the last twenty-plus years and had nothing to compare her to.

On top of that, I got my first ever oral sex. Carla absolutely refused to give me what I so willingly gave her. I simply accepted her decision and left the matter alone. Fiona had no such inhibitions. I had no idea what I was missing. Oh sure, I'd heard from guys how great a good blow job was, but this new lady in my life was making sure I now knew what I had only heard about from other guys. It seemed so much better when I reciprocated and she let me know in more than one way that I was pleasing her.

"Uhhhmmm Fiona ... I wonder ... uhhm ... can I get a second date?"

I was kidding, of course and she got that right away. She burst out laughing.

"Only if you tell me your real name," she said, rolling toward me.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw your briefcase and the initials were G.B.A. What's your real name?"

"Gordon Bruce Andrews," I said in as thick a Scottish brogue as I could imitate.

"I wonder if we're related?" she asked.

"How so?"

"Fiona Aileen Alexander, great granddaughter of Fiona Aileen McGregor of Kilmarnock, Scotland."

"Not too likely," I said, idly stroking a breast. "Gordon Hamish Andrews, my grandfather, was from Aberdeen. That's some distance away I think."

"Well, we've both got oatmeal in our blood, so maybe that's why we're so compatible."

"I was always told it was scotch whiskey," I murmured, "but I was young and believed everything my parents told me."

"Do you have brothers or sisters?" she asked.

"One brother, Jamie, in Ontario. He's been there since he finished high school. Married a woman who runs a stable for rich people who own horses. It suits him just fine. He's become a country boy, despite the fact that he was brought up in the big city."

"Older or younger?"

"Older by three years. We fought like most brothers do I suppose, but in the last fifteen years, we've become close. We're good friends now."

"I'm glad. That's good," she said with a nice comforting smile. "I am an only child, so I never had a brother or sister to be around. Unfortunately, Tina is in the same situation. I hope when she gets married that she has at least two or three children."

"So, what about that second date?" I persisted.

"Oh, I don't know. I mean, I hardly know you, sir," she teased.

"Oh sure. I finally find a great looking woman who cooks like a chef and likes sports ... and she blows me off."

"I certainly did, didn't I," she laughed until I realized just what I had said.

"That was a first for me," I admitted.

"What! You'd never had a woman go down on you?"

"Nope. Carla absolutely refused and I didn't exactly come into the marriage with a lot of experience."

"Well then, sir, I am going to show you just what you've been missing. I could do with an encore performance from you too," she said, sliding down until her face was in my groin.

There was nothing to say and I lay back to enjoy a skill being practiced on me that was a completely new experience. I had no idea if Fiona was a superior practitioner of the art, but it felt like it to me. I was up and ready to go again much more quickly than I expected. Fiona examined her efforts, threw a leg over me and impaled herself on my erection in one smooth, constant motion. I think we both sighed in pleasure at the very same time.

She was amazing to watch. So much bigger than Carla and so much more voluptuous as a result. Her breasts swayed in rhythm tantalizingly just out of reach of my mouth, but well within reach of my hands. She rode me for several minutes before stopping.

"Take me from behind," she said as she dismounted and assumed a position on all fours. This was another first for me. Carla would have no part of "doggie sex" either.

I moved behind her and she helped me enter her once more. Immediately I noticed the difference in feeling as I began to slowly stroke into her.

"Harder, Andy. Give it to me harder," she ordered.

Within a few seconds the sound of my hips smacking into her beautifully sculpted ass was resounding through the bedroom. I knew I wasn't going to last a long time in this position. The sensation was too much to sustain this continuous aggressive driving motion. My God though, was it good while it lasted.

"I'm just about there, Fiona," I admitted a short time later.

"Just do it," she gasped back at me, so I did.

This time we were panting as we lay on the now sticky and damp sheet. Carla hated that while Fiona didn't seem to care.

"So, have you decided about the second date yet?" I tried, making light of what we had just experienced.

"Oh, I suppose I can see my way clear to maybe being with you again. Of course, there is one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you fuck me silly like you did tonight," she giggled, pulling me to her and holding me in her embrace.

"Okay, I can do that," I chuckled. I was pretty sure I could, too.

She dragged me out of bed when we had caught our breath and led me to the shower. She had a nice big tiled enclosure in her attached bathroom and we enjoyed soaping and rinsing each other until the hot water ran out. Then we towelled each other dry. Neither of us bothered to put any clothes on. She was perfectly happy to walk around the house naked and I followed her lead.

We pulled the sheets off the bed and she stuck them in the washer and turned it on while I made the bed. That seemed to surprise her.

"Huh! You really are domesticated aren't you?"

"I like to think so," I admitted.

"That settles it, you definitely get that second date."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm most appreciative."

"What do you like for breakfast?"

"You want me to stay?" I asked, slightly surprised. "Won't Tina notice?"

"Hah! You're way too late for that. Whose idea do you think it was for her to stay with her friend tonight?"

"So, you're telling me you conspired with your teenage daughter to seduce me and keep me overnight?"

"It wasn't so much conspire as it was my daughter clearing the path for me to do what I wanted to do."

"Ah hah! I was a victim of your wanton plot all along," I said, trying to give her a disgusted look. It didn't work.

"You fought like a tiger to resist me, didn't you?" she smirked. "It took me all of thirty seconds to bring you to heel."

"True. You can chalk another one up to a weak man being led by a powerful woman."

She flopped on the bed and held her arms in open invitation to me. I complied with her wishes. Who wouldn't?

We'd turned off the bedroom overhead light and were basking in the low light of a small table lamp with her pale yellow t-shirt draped over it. I was borderline emotional at that point. This was such an amazing night, an amazing turn of events that it was almost overload.

"You aren't weak, Andy. You've gone through a rough time and made it out the other side very nicely. I've never been there so I can't imagine what a loveless marriage is like. It's hard to believe that a guy as nice as you could have that happen to him. If you're half the man I think you are, that woman is crazy."

"How about we agree not to talk about it? I don't want to dwell on the past. What's done is done. The future looks a lot brighter to me right now," I said, holding her closely.

"Hmmmm," was the only response I got and within a few minutes, she had fallen asleep. I reached over and turned off the light. It was just a shame that I couldn't turn off my brain at the same time.