Proper Cleaning.
Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
We started walking toward the house. Chrissy took my hand. I held the door when we got to the house, and she led me in. I moved to the sink and started running the water.
"Here move over." She nudged me with her hip.
I added some cold to lower the temperature. I squirted some dish detergent on my brush then hers.
"You just rub out the paint and keep rinsing a lot. Add detergent as necessary. Rub, rinse, rub, rinse. Not exactly compelling work."
Standing shoulder to shoulder, we worked on cleaning the brushes and somehow, she managed to keep her shirt very wet, her nipples erect on the white fabric. The alarm on her phone in her pocket went off. "Half past, time to clean up to get John."
Chrissy moved over to the laundry basket and peeled off her shirt, exposing her breasts to me. My erection noticeable in my jeans.
"You really enjoy tormenting me, don't you?"
She smiled her naughty smile. I stopped the cleaning so I could watch her. She became more seductive with the attention. She kicked off the old sneakers she wore, and then removed her socks. She turned around and wiggled her ass at me. I was getting a personal strip tease. She turned around again, facing me, her eyes locked onto mine. She undid her fly and slowly moved her jeans over her hips. Her delta of Venus appeared, and she allowed the jeans to drop to the floor. She stepped out of them, then turned around, spread her legs slightly, and reached to pick up her clothes; a classic stripper move. The view of Chrissy from behind was sensational. She came over to me and placed her hand on the front of my straining jeans.
"I'm sorry I do this to you."
"No, you're not."
Chrissy smiled impishly, "No, I'm not."
I reached down and wiped my fingers across her vulva. She groaned then kissed me. I placed my fingers into my mouth.
She moved to the door and said, "I have to take a shower. Don't come up."
I finished with the paint brushes and hung them to dry. I thought, Two can play this game.
I took off my shoes, moved quietly up the stairs to my bedroom, and stripped. I could hear the shower going. I pulled on my cock to keep it at maximum hardness. The bathroom door was open and I stood just outside. I could see her hands occasionally above the shower curtain. The shower stopped and she stepped out onto the bathmat and was toweling off.
I walked in, my erection straight out, "My turn."
She was surprised and then smiled. I stood next to her, then leaned in and turned on the water. She reached out and grabbed the shaft of my cock.
I said, "We're not supposed to be lovers remember?"
She gave me a couple of strokes, "You're right. That's the rule."
Chrissy dropped to her knees and turned my hips. She kissed the tip of my cock, then proceeded to take me all the way into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing like she said she would.
Then suddenly she was off me and on her feet. "See what I can do?"
"This is really not fair Chrissy"
She disappeared out the door. I climbed in, closed the curtain, and finished stroking myself off. I noticed that I when I came, I was starting to shoot a bit rather than dribble. Maybe my pelvic muscles were strengthening. I quickly washed and rinsed myself off. I turned off the water and opened the curtain. Chrissy was standing there, fully dressed in her original outfit.
She said, "Would friends with shower benefits be the same as being lovers?"
"I suppose if we controlled ourselves, it wouldn't be. You're doing a lousy job of controlling yourself."
That impish smile again. "Kiss me. I gotta go." I leaned over, she kissed me with an open mouth, her tongue touching mine, and grabbed my cock.
She said, "Let me think about it."
Chapter 5.
Later, Zoë called and said Friday would be a nice evening for dinner. I asked if there was anything she couldn't eat and she said she avoided anything spicy; it wasn't good for her stomach. I called Chrissy for dinner advice and she said that Zoë eats anything, but she ate like a bird. Small portions would be smart.
The next day, Friday, I tuned up my bicycle. I was surprised I didn't get a visit from Chrissy I did laundry, setting up a drawer in the bedroom for her work clothes. I also tidied up around the house, dusted and vacuumed. It wasn't that I was a neat freak, but I wanted Zoë to see my farmhouse at its best.
The dinner plan was a basil, mozzarella chicken dish that I had invented for Roz. I hadn't made it for at least five years. I was growing fond of Zoë. While a romantic dinner did not fit into the profile of a friend with benefits, I wanted to let her know that I treasured her friendship. For me, making the chicken dish for Zoë felt like a unique gift I could give her. I was unwrapping a piece of my past and presenting it anew.
I had fresh zucchini, tomatoes, lettuce greens, green beans, oregano, parsley, and basil from the garden. I also picked a quart of late season raspberries from my bushes. On the way into town, I was inspired to stop by the hardware store and have two extra house keys made. I stopped by the liquor store and selected a nice Napa Valley chardonnay.
Zoë was due at six, so I showered and shaved extra close at four. Figuring commando was best, I put on a pair of Dockers and a dress shirt. By quarter to six, I had the dinner all prepared and the table set. I made sure that the portions were small so that she wouldn't feel bad if she left something on her plate. It was still light outside, but I decided to light the candles anyway. I hoped they would create the kind of atmosphere that I was looking for. I got out my good china and set the dining room table according to Emily Post's etiquette guidance. Everything was prepared, all I had to do was serve the meal.
Zoë appeared at my mudroom door at five to six. She was going to knock, but she saw me coming and smiled. I opened the door and she stepped in.
Normally Zoë's hair was straight, but this evening it had a bit of curl and wave to it. Her dress was a pastel green. It reminded me of a dress from Greek mythology. It came up and fastened behind her neck leaving her shoulders, back, and arms bare. The neckline plunged to a little gold band that encircled her waist. While the dress was daring, it didn't expose anything. The hem was below her knee, and she wore matching flats.
She immediately put her arms around my neck, "Hey."
I put my hands on the small of her bare back, as she went on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and gently kissed me. She hung her small purse on a coat hook by the door.
"Zoë you are simply mesmerizing this evening."
"Thanks. Chrissy helped me get ready."
"Well, thank you for taking the time to be such an enchanting dinner date."
I offered her my arm, "Please come in my dear. I have a very nice dinner prepared."
I escorted her to the dining room.
She exclaimed, "Oh, this is so nice!"
I held out the chair for her and she sat down.
I went into the kitchen and brought out the bottle of wine, then returned for the salad. "What type of dressing would you like, my dear?"
"Do you have ranch?"
I nodded. I retrieved two bottles of dressing: ranch and creamy Italian. I sat down and poured a little wine in each of our glasses. I wanted us both stone cold sober, but the wine went well with dinner.
Zoë was glowing, "This is a beautiful salad, Quinn."
"It's all from my garden."
"You are quite the gentleman farmer, aren't you?"
"It keeps me out of the bars."
She smiled. We finished our salads without any conversation. I didn't know if she was being bashful or was just naturally quiet, but she just looked at me and smiled a lot. I cleared away the salad bowls.
In the kitchen I plated the chicken, roasted zucchini, and green beans. I remembered small portions for Zoë. I put a little garnish of parsley on the side. I put the plate in front of her from the side as a waiter would do and then set a basket of dinner rolls in the center. I joined her at the table.
"Oh Quinn, this looks wonderful."
"It's my own recipe that I invented for Roz many years ago. I wanted to make you something special."
"Not only a gentleman farmer, but a chef!"
"I hope you enjoy it, my dear."
She placed her hand on my arm, "Do you have any idea how sweet this is?"
She was smiling intensely as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"What the matter?"
"Quinn, this is one of the most thoughtful things anyone has done for me. I feel like royalty. You are treating me like a princess."
I put on my fake British accent, "Only the finest for her majesty."
She squeezed my forearm, "Thank you."
"You are most welcome."
Zoë cut a small bite off the chicken and placed it in her mouth. Her eyes went wide.
She chewed and swallowed, "Oh Quinn, this is so good."
"I'm glad you like it."
She took a bite of zucchini, "Oh, this is good too. What did you do to it?"
"Not a lot. Some quality Spanish olive oil, a sprinkling of crushed fresh basil and oregano. About 20 minutes on each side on the grill. The beans are only steamed with melted butter."
"Well, it is so good."
Trying to keep the conversation going I asked, "So what have you been up to since I saw you last?"
"Mostly I have been trying to get used to having a five-year-old in my house. I am definitely not cut out for motherhood. I don't know how Chrissy or any other mother does it. Jackie goes non-stop and then he crashes. I know, I'm supposed to call him John, but a name is a hard habit to break."
"My grandkids do the same to me."
"How old are they?"
"Seven, five, and three. I love them dearly, but they are exhausting."
We had a very nice conversation on how to deal with little kids.
Zoë ate most of her meal, then looked a little sheepish, "Quinn, please don't think I didn't love this, I've just had some intestinal issues recently and I don't want to press my luck."
"That is quite all right, my dear."
I removed our plates. In the kitchen I placed the raspberries into small bowls with a dollop of freshly whipped cream on top.
I placed the bowl in front of her, "Fresh berries and cream for her majesty."
"Oh, I love raspberries."
"I picked these this afternoon."
She took a dainty bite, "Oh, those are so sweet. I didn't know you had berry bushes."
"Blueberries too, but they're out of season now."
"Quinn, you are just more and more impressive each moment. Lean over here, I need to kiss you."
I leaned over and she softly pressed her lips to mine. She opened her mouth and I touched her tongue.
Zoë leaned back with her eyes closed.
She opened them slowly, "That may be the nicest part of this entire dinner."
I took my wine glass, "May I make a toast, my dear?"
She picked up her glass and smiled.
"Here's to a stunningly beautiful dinner companion and a treasured friend."
We clinked glasses and took a sip.
Zoë said, "If I may." She looked into my eyes, "Here's to the kindest, sweetest, and sexiest date a girl could ever have."
We clinked glasses again. I finished my berries and cream first and just looked at Zoë. I could feel a wide grin on my face.
She looked at me, "What?"
"This makes me very happy. Making you a nice dinner, spending some quality time with you. I can't remember when the last time I had such a delightful evening."
Zoë blushed and put her hand on my arm again, "You're the best."
We finished dinner. I put the leftovers in the fridge and left the dishes for later. We went into my living room. I turned on the end table lamps as the daylight was fading. I sat down on the couch. I expected Zoë to sit next to me with her back to the couch. Instead, she hiked up her dress and sat down next to me, but cross-legged facing me. The dress still covered her legs. She took my hand and held it in her lap. She looked serious and I could feel a serious conversation coming on.
Zoë began, "Yesterday, I went on a really long hike. I did a lot of thinking."
I opened my mouth to say something, but she placed her finger on my lips. "You'll get to talk Quinn, but you've got to let me say this. If you interrupt me, I'll lose my train of thought."
I nodded.
Zoë took a deep breath. "First, what you said in your toast goes for me too. I absolutely treasure your friendship. You are the sweetest and dearest man I know. I don't ever want to do anything that will hurt us or hurt you. You are such a dear, sweet man. I just said that." She laughed at herself, then took another breath. "The other day was magical. I have had sex with three men before you, but I don't think I would say that I made love to any of them. Wednesday was the first time I made love. It was so special."
I started to say something and she held up a finger, "Wait. There's more."
She took a deep breath and she seemed to struggle to find the words, "I love you Quinn McMullen more than you will ever know."
My mind started racing. She loves me. I barely know her.
Zoë continued, "Even though you probably love me too, I know your heart belongs to Chrissy You can't deny this. I've seen the way you have looked at her ever since she came here. Your conversations look like your hearts are joined through your eyes."
She wiped her eyes, her voice started to break a little, "Quinn, I am so cool with that. When we were talking about being married the other day and you talked about finding the right person, I knew I could never be that person for you. I think Chrissy is that person. Chrissy and I talked about it for hours after Jackie went to bed last night."
She took another deep breath, "Wait there's more."
Another deep breath and Zoë continued, "I really like Chrissy’s idea of a friend with benefits. Neither one of us are in a real relationship, but we can care for one another. I care for you so deeply. I love you so much. At times my heart aches for you. We can give each other pleasure. We can be so good for one another."
She took another deep breath, "Okay, I'm done for now."
"I can go for that."
"That's all you have to say?" She looked shocked.
"First, Zoë, please don't write yourself off. I don't want to give you false hope, but before this week I really didn't know you. I still don't know much about you. Yes, Chrissy and I have been eye flirting for years. Yes, I do love her so. Here's the thing. I don't know if I can be a father again. We talked about it earlier this week. She is a package deal. She comes with baggage called Jackie. Actually, she doesn't think I could be a step-dad again."
I took her hand, "Zoë, when you told me just now that you loved me, I never knew you cared for me like that. I probably have been too self-centered in my grief to realize it. Please don't write yourself off. You're a beautiful, brilliant woman with a heart of gold."
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "After Chrissy put the idea in my head about friends with benefits, I had to go do some research. I think it is a good idea, but it sounds like we need to agree to rules."
"Oh, that's a good idea."
"Okay, so the first rule should involve dating others."
"We can absolutely date others. Should we have to tell each other about it?"
"I red where that's not such a good idea. Same thing if we have sex with someone else."
"I think we can have sex with others."
"So don't share when we have sex with someone else?"
Zoë thought about it, "No sharing. One of us might get jealous. I went with this one guy, Jared, and he would get very freaked out when I even talked to another guy."
"So no sharing when it comes to dates or sex. I think that should also extend to Chrissy, neither one of us should share with her what goes on between us. What do you think?"
"Quinn, she is my best friend. I'm going to have a hard time with that. For right now, I'm going to say 'no' to that one. I need to talk to Chrissy"
"Okay. Fair enough. One of the things I red is that we might need rules on cuddling or staying the night."
"Why?"
"Well one site said, that could lead to a more intimate relationship than we want."
"Quinn."
"Yes, dear."
"I've never really done that. Cuddle. For real. I've never really spent the night with anyone either. With Jared: it was get me wet, fuck me till he came, and see you tomorrow. Then he was out of there. I never felt like it was love. It was raw sex, raw lust. I don't think he ever slept in my bed, or I slept in his. Would it be so bad if you held me in your arms, like at the pond? If our bodies were touching while we slept?"
I kissed her hand again. "Those are definitely experiences you need to have, certainly before you reach old age. So, cuddling and sleeping with each other is in."
"Yes."
"So, how frequently do we have sex?"
"Oh. I hadn't considered that. I'm hoping that tonight would be one."
"So am I."
She smiled, "Okay, weekends are when you will probably want to go on dates, and there is always a chance that you might bring that person home."
"Could I go on a date with you?"
"Oh, I guess so. What's your class schedule look like?"
"Afternoon classes, Monday through Thursday."
"Okay, so how would you feel about Sundays and Thursdays? Is twice a week too much?"
I said, "That would be a good starting point. Any other rules?"
"You can't think I'm a slut."
"Zoë, I would never think you are a slut."
Even in the warm glow of the lamps, I could tell she was blushing. "I would like to learn about my body and your body. What makes us respond to different things? I would like to try some things." She placed her hand on mine. "Quinn, I'm 39 years old. I am afraid I will turn into an old maid, and I will never know what kind of pleasure is out there, what my body is capable of, what your body is capable of. I guess I mean men in general, but I really don't know a lot other than what I have red."
"So, you would like to experiment?"
She nodded, "Are you good with that?"
"If it's good for you, it's good for me. When we start experimenting, we might need more rules, but we'll decide those when we get there."
Zoë nodded, "Is there anything else?"
I dug in my pocket and handed her a house key, "Since I'm emotionally trusting you with a lot, I think you should also have access to my house."
"I'll get a key to my house so things are fair. Although I have to say, with Chrissy and Jackie at my house we should probably meet here for the time being."
"Agreed. Here's a question for you: Should we be brutally honest with each other when we aren't happy about something?"
She nodded, "I think so. Although we should try not to hurt the other person's feelings, so maybe honest, but not brutal. Anything else?"
I said, "So you need to know the situation with Chrissy since she seems to be in the middle of things. You need to know that she said that she and I can't be lovers."
"I know. She told me."
"Well, she has also been teasing me with some exhibitionism and some very explicit sexual descriptions. I think we may have agreed to be friends with shower benefits as long as we control ourselves."
"I have those too, right? Shower benefits?"
"You have all benefits. Tomorrow we should write these down. I am going to treat my relationship with Chrissy like any other and I am not going to talk to you about her." I stood up, "Well, my beautiful friend with benefits, I think I would like to show you some of the benefits you might enjoy."
She swung her legs around and stood up, "I think we should seal our agreement with a kiss."
I leaned down and kissed her, placing my hands on the small of her bare back. Her hands were on my shoulders.
I mumbled into her mouth, "If I was a younger man, I would carry you up the stairs."
She probed my mouth with her tongue and mumbled back, "You romantic."
"Let me button up the house and then we'll go upstairs."
I locked the doors and turned on the outside lights. Then I took her hand and led her up the stairs. "Do you know where everything is in this house?"
She shook her head, so I showed her where the bathroom and the towels were. I had a new toothbrush that I took out and placed next to the sink for her. I brought her into my bedroom, "I'll make room in that dresser so you can keep some things over here. Chrissy has a drawer for her work clothes."
The light was rapidly fading outside so I turned on the end table lamp. The windows were open and a gentle, warm breeze ruffled the curtains. I turned to Zoë.
She placed her hands behind my neck, "If you are thinking how to get this dress off me, you just need to loosen this band at my waist. Then you can lift it over my head."
I found where the band was clipped taut and loosened it. Zoë's hands were still behind my neck. I slowly lifted her dress over her head and lowered it, revealing her pert breasts. The light from the lamp casting one breast in shadow. I continued lowering the dress and knelt before her. I let the dress fall to the floor and I was not surprised to find she wore nothing underneath. Her pubic runway was golden in the lamplight.
I asked, "Is it proper for a mere moral to worship a sex goddess of the forest?"
"It is right and proper. Arise Sir Knight and allow me to disrobe you."
I picked up her dress, draped it over the back of the rocking chair, and then stood in front of Zoë. She was smiling broadly as she unbuttoned my shirt. I unbuttoned the cuffs behind her head. She didn't pull the shirt off me, but rather opened it and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Human touch is intoxicating. I savored the moment looking into her eyes.
After a minute or so, Zoë returned to the task at hand. She pulled off the shirt, then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the fly, and dropped the zipper. I had conveniently gone commando and when the trousers fell away, my tumescent cock was there in all its glory.
Zoë placed her hand on my shaft.
I said, "I think that tonight needs to be all about you."
She smiled, "How so?"
"I think I need to bring you to the heights of pleasure and keep you there as long as possible."
"How can a girl say 'no' to something like that?"
"Exactly." I removed a couple of the extra pillows from the head of the bed and tossed them in a chair. "You need to make yourself as comfortable as possible."
Zoë climbed up on top of the covers. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs flat, but spread slightly. She placed two pillows under her head. "Is this OK? I would like to watch you."
"Absolutely."
I knelt at the foot of the bed. Lifting her right foot, I gently massaged the sole with both thumbs. Zoë's eyes were fixed on me. I returned the gaze as I licked her toes, then began tracing my tongue up her silky calf. When I got to her knee, I pressed my erection against the sole of her foot. She smiled. Then I moved to her left foot. More massaging, but rather than licking, I began sucking on each toe. A soft moan came from her lips. I kissed my way up to her knee. Now I continued up the inside of her thigh, tender kisses on her delicate skin.
I stopped about four inches from her vulva. Even though it was in shadow, I could see the moisture on her labia. I'd barely begun stimulating her erogenous spots. I wanted to bring her to maximum anticipation, but her coochie would be last. I crawled up between her legs moving so we were face-to-face. My hands were on the pillow on either side of her face. My cock barely touched her coochie, and she began to reach for me.
I grabbed her hand before it got to me, "No, no. Not yet."
Zoë's smile oozed passion. I laid my hand on her cheek, and then leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Her hand came up to my face and our lips parted, tongues probing. I leaned forward slightly so that my cock brushed against her coochie again. I broke the kiss and worked toward her earlobe, softly taking it between my lips.
I slid my tongue behind her ear, then traced my tongue down to her neck. I kissed and tongued my way from one shoulder to the other, gliding my tongue along her collarbone. Now I returned to the side of her breast that I first encountered on the hike. I looked up and Zoë had her head back on a pillow, her eyes closed. I slowly circled her breast edging closer to her areola. My tongue was just above her nipple when she arched her back, dragging her nipple across my tongue.
I whispered, "No, not yet."
"Are you trying to tease me?"
"Tease you until every nerve is aching for release."
I moved to her other breast and repeated the circling strategy. I barely touched the tip of her erect nipple with my tongue. She let out a groan and put her hands on my head. I mouthed her and then sucked ever so slightly.
I traced my tongue over to her other breast and repeated the maneuver, this time sucking longer. I slowly moved back and forth between nipples spending time with each one. I lost count of how many times. By the last time, I thought I heard a small whimper from Zoë.
Deciding it was time to move lower, I traced my tongue across her stomach to her coochie. Her pubic landing strip atop her mons was my next focus. I got up on my elbows between her legs and traced my finger on the edge of her pubes, along the valley her leg created with her vulva, across her perineum, then back up the other side. Her perineum was a river of moisture flowing from her opening. The second time around I traced her labia majora, carefully avoiding her emerging clit.
I started repeating the pattern with my tongue and I heard Zoë's breath suck in. When I got to the river flowing from her cooch, I stopped to taste her sweetness. Her pheromones driving me to maximum hardness.
I continued the circuit of her coochie twice more, each time moving closer. On the last pass, I stopped at her perineum and parted her labia with my tongue; my tongue luxuriating in her juices. I stopped just before her clit. Zoë whimpered with anticipation. I touched her clit with my tongue, and she groaned. I moved lower, probing her opening with my tongue, lapping up her moisture. My tongue glided up her slit, and I finally took her clit into my mouth with a gentle suck.
Zoë's body shuddered to a degree I had rarely experienced before. Gooseflesh stood out on her arms, breast, and stomach. Her legs quivered and she reached out a shaking hand to the top of my head. Turning Zoë on was turning me on just as much, driving my mind to be that much more erotically creative. I slid both my arms under her legs, her silky thighs on either side of my face. I turned and kissed the inside of each leg, then traced my tongue toward her vulva. I reached for her breasts with both hands, taking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, softly rubbing. I began slowly tracing my tongue the length of her vulva, stopping at her clit for a couple flicks. Then returning the way I came. I probed into her cooch with my tongue, then returning to her clit with a little suck. Vagina. Clit. Vagina. Clit.
Zoë placed her feet on my back, spreading her knees and maximizing her exposure to my stimulation. She entwined her fingers in my hair. Now I began to focus exclusively on her clit. Five licks and then a pause. Five licks and then a pause.
I brought my right arm back so I could finger her coochie. Her juices had drenched her ass and I rubbed my finger against her asshole. Another moan. My finger traced her coochie opening, and then slipped inside. I thought there was room for another. I probed with two fingers as I continued teasing her clit. I touched her g-spot on the roof of her cooch, but it wasn't quite ready. Another moment or two.
I pulled my fingers out and again rubbed her drenched anus. Zoë rotated her hips ever so slightly and I thought that was a signal to probe her.
Not wanting to bring any fecal matter to her coochie, I lubed my pinky in her coochie juice and slipped it into her ass. I made a slow fucking motion for a couple of minutes, her hips pushing her asshole against each subtle probe. I pulled my pinky out and wiped it on the sheet. I slipped my forefinger and middle finger into her coochie and found her g-spot. Its wrinkly texture told me she was ready. Time for a Zoë orgasm.
It was a triple assault: my left hand working her nipple; my mouth teasing her clit; and my right hand rubbing her g-spot.
Zoë whimpered again and pressed my face into her clit with both hands. Then I felt it start. Her cooch pulsating, quivering. Her back arched, and she pressed my face harder into her clit. I looked up and her head was thrown back, her mouth open, her breath in short pants. I held her nipple firm, gently squeezing, and continued rubbing her g-spot. Her feet came off my back to the bed and she pressed my face between her thighs.
I paused for a moment, then touched her clit again with my tongue. More g-spot rubbing. It was as if I had given her an electric shock. Her back arched, and a guttural sound escaped from her throat. Her hands pushed my face away from her clit as her vaginal contractions increased in intensity. I waited a moment until I felt her climax easing, but since she was forcibly holding my face away from her clit, I reached up and touched it with my index finger. Just an instant of rubbing and her orgasm exploded again.
I rubbed Zoë's g-spot for another 30 seconds or so, then pulled my fingers out of her coochie. Then she pressed my face into her clit. I pulled down to lap at her cooch, then slid up her labia to her clit again. Her back arched, head thrown back. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out, her breath in pants.
I wiped my chin wet with her fluids on the sheet. Then pulled my body up toward her face, rubbing her wet coochie across my chest. I couldn't resist sucking on her nipples and her body bucked as if I had placed a live wire on each one. She released my hair and moved her hands to my hips. My rock-hard cock found her opening without any guidance, and I slowly pressed into her warmth. Her contractions pulsing on my erection. I was now face-to-face with her and kissed her open mouth, probing with my tongue. She responded with her tongue, wrestling with mine.
Zoë brought her knees up. I took them further and placed her ankles on my shoulders. My cock had maximum penetration, careful not to hit her cervix with each slow, deep stroke. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, as if she was struggling for breath. She placed her hands on either side of my face. Her vaginal contractions clenched at me. I accidentally made contact with her cervix sending a spark across to my glans.
And then my orgasm was upon me. I threw my head back with one deep thrust into Zoë. She smiled as she realized what had happened. My body trembled as I came into her coochie. I thrust again and again. She spread her legs wide off my shoulders so that I could lower myself.
I placed my elbows on the bed, my face just above hers. She brought her legs down to the bed and pulling her close to me, I rolled onto my back. She kept my cock in her coochie, but now she was on top. She straddled me, moved her hips once, but a grimace appeared on her face. I assumed she was as sensitive as I was.
Zoë leaned forward with her hands on either side of my face and kissed me. I could still feel her cooch contracting on my cock. She kissed me softly and then laid her head on my chest. I brought my arms around and placed one hand on her back, the other held an ass cheek.
Her breathing slowed and her contractions subsided. After a few minutes, "Quinn."
"Yes, my love."
"I can peacefully grow old now."
We fell asleep like that, Zoë lying on my chest, my cock in her coochie. She wasn't heavy and I slept soundly. The windows were open and a cool breeze drifted in. Sometime around midnight, I was awakened by Zoë rolling off of me, heading to the bathroom. The end table light was on, so I rolled over and turned it off. Bright moonlight poured in through the windows.
When she returned, I said, "My turn," and headed to the bathroom.
Zoë had slipped under the covers, and I crawled in next to her. We spooned with my lower arm under her head, and my upper hand on her breast. My flaccid cock was pressed against her ass crack.
"Quinn?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"I don't know if I have ever been happier than I am right now. I feel like I am glowing. "
"You are glowing. I can see you clearly."
"That's the moonlight, silly."
Sometime closer to dawn, I was gently awakened by Zoë's mouth on my cock. I could see the silhouette of her body in the glow of the windows. I placed my hand on her head.
"I just want to get you hard enough to put you back inside me. I love sleeping like that."
I was surprised at how quickly she was able to bring me to full arousal. She mounted me and provided a few pelvic grinds. Soon she stopped and pulled the covers over both of us, her head resting on my chest, my cock deep in her coochie. I lightly stroked her hair as we fell asleep.
Chapter 6.
My clock radio came on to Weekend Edition Saturday. The morning light was pouring in through the open windows. A light breeze ruffled the curtain. My mind worked to situate itself. It was 7:30. Time to get up. I smelled coffee. Coffee? I didn't make coffee. Zoë. Zoë shared my bed last night. She must be in the kitchen. I put on my slippers and robe, but left the front open, hoping to tease my new friend with benefits. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth to get rid of any morning breath. As I approached the kitchen Zoë was talking. Then I heard Christina's voice.
I stood in the doorway, robe open. Zoë was leaning on the kitchen counter. She wore my dress shirt from the previous evening. It was unbuttoned and open down the middle. She had it draped over her breasts, with her blonde coochie in clear sight. She held a mug of coffee with both hands. Across the room, Chrissy was sitting at the table. She wore a plain white t-shirt and khaki shorts that came to mid-thigh.
Chrissy smiled, "There's our lover boy. I like that outfit."
Zoë set her mug down and came over to me. She placed one hand on my shoulder, and then kissed me, standing on her tip-toes.
Chrissy exclaimed, "Oh. I like that technique."
She came over and placed both hands on my shoulders. She went on tiptoe to gently kiss me as well.
I said, "Good morning ladies." I filled my oversized coffee mug and sat at the table next to Chrissy She eyed my flaccid cock as I passed.
I patted Chrissy’s arm, "So if you don't mind me asking, what brings your lovely self to my kitchen on this sunny Saturday morning?"
Chrissy pointed to Zoë.
Zoë said, "I woke up around six, made the coffee. Then I realized that I didn't have any regular clothes so, I called Chrissy and asked her to bring some over for me." Almost as an afterthought Zoë added, "I washed your china by the way. It's on the dining room table ready to be put away."
"Thank you. You didn't have to do that."
"It's okay. It's my way of thanking you for a wonderful evening. By the way, we're going to go hiking. Want to come with us?"
"Let me think about it."
Chrissy observed, "I am feeling like the odd man out here."
I asked, "What?"
"I'm the only one fully clothed."
"Give me a minute and I'll go get dressed."
Chrissy laughed, "I'll just join you two."
She stripped off her shirt, her beautiful breasts on display. "Much better."
Her relaxed nipples hardened in the cool morning air coming through the window. Zoë came over and removed the dress shirt. She sat down, her nipples contending to be the most erect in the room.
I suddenly got the feeling that these two friends were competing with one another for my attention. Hmm.
I asked, "Have either of you eaten yet?"
Both shook their heads.
"What can I make you? I have some eggs, some pancakes."
Chrissy said, "I'll have an egg over medium with toast, but only if you leave the robe here."
Zoë added, "Just an egg for me, but I second no robe."
I took another drink of coffee. As I stood, my cock was nearly at face level for Chrissy
Chrissy spoke softly, "Zoë told me that you were beautiful with your red pubes and pink skin. I didn't get to see you up close."
"Here I am."
Chrissy started to reach for me, but I teasingly admonished, "Now, now. We're not lovers remember?"
I walked over to the stove and started making breakfast. I also put on an apron.
Chrissy said, "Hey!"
"Can you imagine how painful it would be if I had something hot splatter on the family jewels?"
Zoë exclaimed, "At least we can still see your cute ass."
I pointed my ass at them, bent over slightly, and gave it a little wiggle. They both hooted.
While waiting for the eggs to cook, I decided to play waiter. I grabbed the coffee pot, "A warm-up ladies?"
Zoë said, "Yes, please."
Chrissy moved her cup next to Zoë's and I topped off both. As I was walking away I used the apron to blot some pre-cum dripping from my cock. Two pairs of nearly perfect naked breasts were quite a sight at this hour. When the meal was ready, I removed the apron and brought our breakfast to the table.
Zoë asked, "Were you a short-order cook at some point in your life? That was quick."
"No. Eggs are just easy to cook." I sat down and we started eating.
Chrissy remarked, "These eggs are good. What did you do to them?"
"Nothing. I get them from my neighbor up the road. They're from free-range hens. I think they're much better than the ones from the store."
Zoë agreed, "Oh, they are."
Chrissy asked, "So will you go hiking with us?"
"I don't want to disappoint either of you, but I think I'm going to pass."
Zoë looked sad.
Chrissy patted my hand, "It's okay. You'll probably miss out on us practicing our craft as wood nymphs."
"I will miss that, although I am seeing some good practice right now." I had both of them smiling. I thought, Good. Smiling is good. "One thing I can do is send you off with a nice lunch. How about leftovers from last night?"
Zoë exclaimed, "Oh! That would be great." Turning to Chrissy, "Quinn's chicken was fabulous."
I told them, "You won't be able to heat it, but it should be good cold. There's still some zucchini and green beans. I've also got the berries and whipped cream. I'll pack it with some cold packs."
Chrissy agreed, "I think that's a good plan."
I'm not much of a morning person so I normally don't talk much, but I was surprised that my companions were quiet. We ate in silence and there was a bit of tension in the air. They both finished their breakfast. Chrissy got more coffee.
Zoë announced, "I'm going to run up and get dressed. Be right back."
When Zoë had gone Chrissy placed her hand on my arm, and looked into my eyes, "That woman is absolutely radiant. What did you do to her?"
I melted into those brown eyes, "Remember, I don't kiss and tell. You'll have to get it from her."
"At least you are consistent."
"Here let me take your plate."
As I stood, Chrissy looked longingly at my cock, "Can I just look at you for a moment?"
I stopped and faced her.
She reached out and cupped my balls, "I know. We're not lovers." She gently petted the head.
"Chrissy"
"I know."
She kissed the head of my cock, and then took me into her mouth for a little suck. "You taste and smell like sex." She took my entire length into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing on me, driving shivers up my spine. She gave me one last suck, then stood and gave me the tiptoe kiss while holding my stiffening cock. "Okay. I need to get ready."
Chrissy disappeared and came back with a knapsack. As she stood there topless, my cock reached about half-mast. I packed their lunch.
I handed Chrissy a house key, "Just in case you need access to this place."
She smiled and kissed me.
Zoë came down, nipped out in a yellow shirt and short, dark blue cut-offs. "Okay, all set."
I handed Zoë the thermal bag, "Here's your lunch."
Chrissy said, "My car's in your barn. Is it okay if I leave it there?"
I nodded, "Sure."
Chrissy put on her shirt in front of me. She unzipped her shorts to tuck it in and her lovely dark delta came into view. She looked up at me and smiled. She finished dressing, "Okay. I'm ready too. Let's go."
I escorted them to the door, still naked with my cock approaching full hardness.
Zoë said, "I'll pick up my dress on Sunday."
I nodded, "Sounds like a plan."
Zoë gave me her tiptoe kiss. She took my cock in her hand and smiled at me. She headed for the door. Chrissy placed her hands behind my neck and pressed her stomach against my cock. She gave me an open-mouthed kiss and touched tongues.
She placed her hand on the side of my face, "Gotta go." She reached down, gave my shaft a little squeeze, and was gone.
I tidied up the house, took a shower, and headed to my study. I spent the morning prepping for the coming semester. I now had two of three courses ready. I also typed up and printed the friends with benefits rules that Zoë and I had come up with.
After lunch I went for a long walk up the country road that runs by my house. I needed to think. I was pretty sure that Chrissy was jealous of Zoë. The tension at breakfast was palpable. It would probably be best to not be together with both of them. I replayed the sight of two topless women in my mind and began to stiffen.
I needed to think about Zoë. I don't think I had ever seen anyone as happy as she was this morning. She said she was in love with me. I tried to imagine spending my life with her; now I could see that as a possibility. She was someone I could certainly learn to love. She wanted to experiment. It would probably be best to let her come up with what she wanted to experiment with. The last thing I wanted to do was anything that would destroy her trust in me.
Chrissy thought I should date. How do I go about dating? There were always those dating sites, but I really didn't want to go that route. Certainly not something like Tinder. Random sex with strangers could be exciting, but it could also introduce disease, the last thing I wanted. How would I explain to Zoë if I caught something from some one-night stand? How does one go about dating in this day and age? I suppose I needed to find out.
Whom should I date? Chrissy had mentioned several faculty colleagues. Of the Wood Nymphs, I knew that Wendy was married, Asha was a lesbian, and Vicky had a life partner with two kids. There were still some possibilities. Julianne was a curvy brunette, originally from Florida. She worshipped the sun and was always tanned. Astrid was a tall blonde in her forties from the mid-West. I knew she had been divorced for several years. Roz and I used to see her at parties a lot. Colleen was a redhead, almost strawberry blonde. She was also about five feet tall and a fellow veteran. We were the only two vets on the faculty. It seemed like I knew a lot of five-foot-tall women. Trish was taller and older, probably past fifty. She had a stunning figure with a couple of extra pounds. She reminded me of a girl I dated in high school.
I also thought of Francesca. She had been the lead singer in a four piece band I was a part of. We didn't have a formal name, but we laughingly referred to ourselves as Francesca and Her Boys. In addition to singing, Francesca played keyboard. Completing the band was Sam on guitar, Dave on drums, and I played bass. Long ago we used to play Saturday evenings at the Brew Pub. When Roz died we stopped playing and rehearsing, partly out of respect for me, but mostly because I had a hard time concentrating. I finally got my act together and we rehearsed twice before the pandemic struck, but we never played a gig. I know Francesca had just gone through a nasty divorce and I doubted she wanted anything to do with men right now.
So how to go about getting a date? I guess I could go to the next party and chat someone up. I could also try to figure out a way to 'accidentally' run into someone. All things I would need to figure out.
Chapter 7.
There were several academic articles that I had been meaning to read, so I spent the first part of the afternoon immersed in theoretical pondering. One article prompted a research idea. I made a note to visit the college library on Monday.
I spent the rest of the afternoon following Frodo, Samwise, Pippin, and Merry through the Shire. By the time the four hobbits had reached Bree, the late afternoon sun was creeping up the porch floor and the temperature was beginning to rise. It would still be several hours before it dipped behind the maples and put the porch in shade again. I placed my bookmarker as I moved to a cooler spot.
I walked down the porch stairs intending to sit at the picnic table under the trees when Zoë's yellow Subaru pulled into the drive. She tooted her horn and I started walking in that direction. Chrissy jumped out and grabbed her knapsack from the trunk. Zoë waved and drove off.
Chrissy was left standing in the middle of the gravel.
As I approached she greeted me, "Hey, how was your afternoon?"
"Very nice." I showed her the book, "Been reading. I'm down to one course left to prep."
"I still have two. Walk with me. I need to put this in my car."
We went through the side door of the barn. She placed her knapsack on the back seat, "Oh here's your cooler-insulated-thingee."
I took it. Chrissy grabbed a quilt from the trunk, "I thought we could go out in your meadow and talk."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea."
I set the insulated bag and my book on the barn's workbench and followed her out the door. She took my hand as we leisurely strolled across the meadow.
Chrissy pointed to a spot, "That looks nice under those maples."
We spread the quilt in the shade and Chrissy came over to me.
She placed her hands on my chest and smiled, "I really like these shirts on you. This material is like bikini material. It fits you nicely. I can see your man nips and your chest hair; you can see the outline of the hairs. It reminds me of college days and we'd wear those ultra-thin fabric bikinis so you could tell that we had a bush."
"I remember those suits. They were an instant hard-on."
"I remember sitting in my girlfriend's room trimming our pubes just so. We wanted our bikinis perfect. At the beach, we would regularly take a quick dip so we could walk back across the beach with our nipples poking out and looking closely you could detect our pubes. We were such cock teases. Nowadays, everyone shaves their coochie bald and goes for a camel toe. I kind of like my pubes."
"I love a woman with a nice bush. Would you wear a bikini like that for me?"
"I think that could be arranged. It's good to know you like pubes." She put her arms around my neck. My hands went to her hips. She kissed me softly, then opened her eyes.
I asked, "Shall we sit?"
She kicked off her sneakers and sat down cross-legged. She pulled off her socks.
Since my legs aren't that flexible, I sat with my legs out on either side of her body, "Foot."
She extended her leg to me. I held her foot with both thumbs on her sole and massaged from toe to heel.
Chrissy groaned, "Ooh. That feels so good. I didn't realize my feet were aching."
I took the other foot and repeated the massage.
She said, "Don't tell me you have a foot fetish."
"No. I don't think so. But when I did this to Zoë last night, she loved it."
"I love it too. I was thinking of pulling my top off, but maybe that's not a good idea."
"Christina, your breasts are so beautiful and very distracting. As it is I will have a hard time focusing with you nipped out like you are."
She reached up, pinched her nipples, and laughed, "Sorry. I can't help that."
"Sure, you can't. So let's talk." I continued massaging her feet.
Chrissy explained, "I tried to do a lot of thinking on our hike, but it was difficult. Zoë talked non-stop."
Our eyes met and the mind meld began.
She continued, "You changed her life last night, you know. She told me that the only orgasms she had ever had before last night were from masturbation. She thought you had her cumming for at least an hour."
"I don't think it was more than a couple of minutes. Which leads to our first topic." I looked down momentarily, "This may be just me, but I think you are jealous of Zoë."
Chrissy pulled her feet into the lotus position, smiled, and took my hand, "When I came to your house this morning, Zoë met me wearing that shirt of yours unbuttoned with her lady parts exposed. She was glowing, her hair slightly disheveled, and she smelled like sex. I was insanely jealous. I so wanted to be her."
I kissed her hand, "At the table, it felt like you were both competing for my attention. First, Zoë standing there with her brunette lady parts, then you pulled off your shirt, and then Zoë lost the shirt. If I was a younger man, I would have had a raging hard-on by then. The two of you were so hot."
"Actually, that's nice to know. When you stood up and your cock was just hanging there, I thought we weren't getting you excited."
"Chrissy, I'm not a young man. I can have one good erection and one good ejaculation per day."
She smiled.
I continued, "You two were very exciting. I was still recovering from the previous night. I leaked a little pre-cum and wiped it off in the apron while I was cooking. When you took me in your mouth you started getting me hard. By the time you kissed me goodbye I was in steel pipe mode."
Chrissy smiled and nodded, our eyes sending unintentional flirtation messages, "I noticed."
"This may be too much information, but sitting here looking into your eyes, your nipples struggling to be free from your shirt, and those shorts stretched taut across your crotch has caused a substantial amount of pre-cum to leak out."
"Prove it."
I unbuckled my jeans and put my finger to the head of my cock. I pulled out a nice drop.
Chrissy took my hand and sucked my finger. She closed her eyes, savoring my taste, "That's nice. That made me wet. No, I'm not going to let you taste me. Yet."
"Which leads me to the next idea. I think that we should make some rules for being friends with shower benefits. Zoë and I came up with our own rules last night and I think it would be a good idea if we did the same thing."
Chrissy agreed, "Good idea. What's our first rule?"
"How do we handle Zoë? I'm thinking the less she knows about you and me, the better."
"We are besties you know. That may be hard, but I will do my best."
"She and I have a rule that we can't tell each other about dates or sex with others, including anything I do with you. But she vetoed the idea of not talking to you."
"Okay, that makes sense."
"How do we want to handle touching?"
"Well, we have to get each other clean, so we have to be able to touch each other. Maybe only with our hands though. I could see you wanting to take your tongue and touch me everywhere."
"Or like when you gave me a little suck this morning and swallowed me whole."
"I know. I couldn't help myself."
I admitted, "That thought just made me leak a little more."
She smiled impishly. "So no more oral stimulation from either of us."
I shook my head. "No. How about penetration of any sort?"
"I'm thinking that may not be such a good idea. A girl needs to keep soap out of her cooch anyway. Although..." I could see the wheels turning. "What if one of our assholes is exceptionally dirty? It might need to be cleaned thoroughly."
"Like last week?" I inquired.
"Exactly. Your anus needed a good cleaning."
"Okay. But you can't clean all the way to my prostate. You'd make me cum very quickly."
"Fair enough."
I continued, "Which leads me to the next topic; orgasms."
"I think we can't induce them on each other. They can be self-induced though."
"In one another's presence?"
"Sure. We could say that masturbation parties are okay."
"Okay, so how about bodily fluids? You just ingested a tiny bit."
"So, how about this idea? If the fluids are out of our bodies, then that would be okay."
I pondered, "So, for example, when ejaculate leaves my body, then that would be fair game?"
"Exactly.
"So if I were to ejaculate in the general direction of your mouth that would be within the rules."
"Yes. Plus any of my juices on my fingers or say a dildo, would be fair game."
"A dildo?"
"Please don't think I'm a slut, but I just ordered one. A vibrator too."
"No, that's cool. So, who can manipulate the dildo or the vibrator? Just you?"
"No. I think that as long as you don't penetrate me with any of your body parts, you could use the dildo on me."
"In the shower?"
Chrissy said, "Well, in the shower and perhaps before or after. It would have to be part of the showering event."
"Showering event? You are sounding like a lawyer."
"How many times did I see my lawyer this week? So I'm thinking the showering event would be from the time we intended to take a shower until we were toweled dry, to include blow drying my hair, or fully dressed even."
"So as long as your hair was still wet, we would still be in the showering event?"
Chrissy thought a moment, "I think that sounds like a good definition. If we were partially dressed too."
"Anything else?"
Chrissy thought a moment, "Kissing. How much kissing can we do?"
"Well, the 'no lover' rule hasn't seemed to slow you down too much. How about only using our tongues during the shower event?"
Chrissy looked a little concerned, "Okay, we can start with that rule, but I would most likely want to be able to revisit it."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"No. Should we write it down?"
"I wrote it down for Zoë and me."
"Okay. I'll draw up a document for us. I'll bring it with me the next time I come over to work with you, probably Monday. So since I'm very sweaty and dirty from the hike, perhaps we should see how these rules work. Shall we seal our agreement with a kiss?"
I raised my finger, "Point of clarification; it sounds like you have just initiated a shower event."
"I think I did."
"Therefore, the sealing kiss can be a full-on passionate kiss."
"It can."
Chrissy crawled over and pushed me onto my back, a broad smile on her face. She threw her leg over me, and her hands on either side of my head. She adjusted her hips so that her crotch was on my stomach. She lowered her lips to mine, touching them ever so softly.
She opened her eyes. "We should explore what limits there are to shower kissing."
She kissed me with an open mouth. I extended my tongue, touching hers. She pressed more forcefully. I brought my right hand to her breast, feeling her stiff nipple under her shirt. She groaned and kissed me harder. She started grinding her crotch on my stomach.
I placed my left hand on her other breast. I massaged her with both hands, gently kneading her nipples. "Perhaps we should actually begin showering."
To be continued in part 4, Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.