Chapter 2

I regarded my plump little Britney. "What'd you say?"

She looked up at me. Blue eyes. Smile. Okay, I'm melting now.

"I said, 'how do you think they'd feel if I moved in with you?'"

"I thought I was hearing things."

"You DO know I'm kidding, right?"

"Are you now?" I smiled. "You trying to break my heart?"

"I dunno," she said. "It's not like I'm hookin' up with some guy for the first time, you know."

"But this IS our first time." I kissed her. Active little tongue in that mouth of hers. Good kisser.

"Yeah, but you've known me since I was five." She was right. Annoying spoiled daughter of then sister-in-law. Always thought she was very bright, often very funny, and she thought she was the center of the universe. Now she was a college freshman. She'd talked mom and step-dad into footing the bill for her share of an apartment near campus so she could have the "college experience". It leveled her off some amount. She had a job and her own car.

"Yeah, I've known you all these years. And you've heard all the horror stories your aunt has about what a horrible human being I am."

She smiled. "And I know the difference between chocolate and dog crap. She's your ex-wife. You think she's gonna tell everyone she let a good one go?"

"True," I said. "But KNOWING somebody from being around them is NOT the same as living with them. Your aunt is a good example, no, a bad example of that."

"But suppose I just want to use you?"

"Use me?"

"Yeah. I kinda gave up on the whole "boyfriend" thing. And I'm not gonna do the 'hookin' up every weekend' thing, because that's just wrong and I am not that way." She paused. "So then I think about ex-Uncle Bob. And he's mature and caring and sweet, and that's enough right there to have me thinking, but then I find out that he makes me come like an earthquake. So the idea sort of came up."

"How logical," I said. And laughed. "I'm easy, though. I can't think of a single argument except twenty-odd years of age."

"Doesn't seem to bother us too much."

"That's because you're lying in my bed naked right now. What about tomorrow when you're in class and some twenty year old hunk walks by?"

"I'll remember that he has a vocabulary with no words with more than two syllables, he's never read a book of his own free will without a centerfold in it, and if he's with me any time, it's because he thinks I'm desperate and easy because of it an' he's doing ME a favor. And that I'm doin' a real engineer with a real job who treated me better all my life than anybody else could manage for one night."

"Okay," I said. "But that 'easy' part? You just waltzed in here four hours ago and here we are in bed, naked and sticky."

"And if you think that this is a spur of the moment thing for me, your elevator's not getting to the upper floors."

"I suspected something, but I was having too much fun playing your game."

"Yeah," Brit continued. "I've kinda been thinking about it for a couple of months, actually."

"A couple of months? Hmmph!"

She smiled sweetly. "I had to make plans. Steps had to be taken. I had to do some prep work."

"Prep work?"

"Yeah, prep work. Did you notice that I didn't make us use a condom?"

"The thought occurred to me. But I don't have any condoms in the house anyway."

She continued, "So I check around. I have a friend who lives up the street from you. She knows when you come and go and who's parking in your drive, since I asked her to look. You haven't had the old girlfriend here in MONTHS."

"You got that right." Last girlfriend had decided to move on to greener pastures.

"And no matter what kind of crap your ex says about you, she says you're not only a nice guy who doesn't hop in and out of bed easily, but you're careful. So I figured that in five or six months, if you had something, you'd know. Your ex knows the nurse at the doctor's office you use. If you caught something, she'd STILL be crowing about it. So I figure you're okay."

I was a bit disturbed to know that somebody'd been into my medical records, but this story was just getting better and better. "You should change your major. You'd be hell in a research job."

"Nope. Hate it. But I gotta do what I gotta do. Anyways," she continued, "I decided YOU were okay. That left me. I haven't been with anybody in six months, maybe seven. I went to the campus clinic, though, and got tested for STD's. And I'm clean. And I'm stayin' that way."

So I looked at her. "Okay, smarty-pants, are you on the Pill? What about pregnancy?"

"Hah!" she laughed, "that one is too easy. First, yes, I'm on the pill, just 'cuz it makes my periods regular. And second, you ass, you forget I was around when you were still married and got that vasectomy. So you could pump GALLONS in me and we don't have to worry." Smiles. Then wrapping arms. And kisses. Some big. Some little. All good.

"So, are you, like, moving OUT of your old apartment, or just gonna stay here and leave stuff there?"

"I'm just gonna stay here for the time being. If it's working for us, I'll get out of there. But both of my roommates have gone off for a couple of weeks to live with the dong du jour. And they kept helping with the rent and utilities so they had a place to come back to."

"Is that gonna be me? The dong du jour?"

Her hands rolled me on my back and she laid on top of me, her pretty face inches from mine. "Bob, that's not my intention. But it's a pretty fun dong, you know."

I spanked her on the cheek of her plush ass.

"Eeekkk!" she said.

I ran my hands down the middle of her back and fastened one hand on each of her ass cheeks and squeezed. "Mmmmm," I said, "you feel soooo good!"

She landed a kiss on my lips. "You don't know the half of it. I'm still feeling good from a while ago." She reached her hand between us and felt my dick. "So, Bob, is this thing good for a second round tonight?"

I captured her face between my hands. "With a little encouragement, it is. What about yours?"

Giggles. "Yeah. I do think I could stand a bit more." She kissed me. "And I want you to know something."

"What do you want me to know?"

"That this is the FIRST time I ever asked for more sex."

"Awwww, sweetie," I said, cuddling her.

"You're the first man who acted like I was a person with needs to be met."

"Oh, don't get all serious, Brit. I told you that half the fun was seeing you enjoying yourself." I kissed her.

She ended the kiss by sliding down my torso. I spread my legs and she slid right in between them, her face hovering above my dick. She played with it, telling me, "You know, I think this thing is made to be in my mouth." She punctuated her statement by sucking me into her mouth. "Mmmmm. Delicious!" She slid down a little lower and her head dipped, lips fastening to my balls. She gently sucked my right nut into her mouth. Her "Mmmmmmm" reverberated through my whole being. Then she crawled back up beside me on hands and knees, her beautiful bouncy titties swinging beneath her.

"Come up here," I said. "I want a titty."

"Sure," she said, rocking back on her heels, kneeling. Then she leaned over and dangled one in my face. I sucked the nipple and its little round pink areola into my mouth. It was my turn to go "Mmmmmm." Then I switched to its matching partner. Brit let me suck for a while, caressing the back of my head with her hand. These were perfect titties to play with, not too big, not too small, firm, and responsive.

When I finished, she replaced her nipples with her tongue. We kissed for several happy minutes, our hand roaming each other's bodies. She slid down a bit in the bed, bringing her face to my chest. "So how about YOUR nipples," she said. She teased one of mine with a fingertip.

"Weak spot, Brit."