Chrissy’s Arts.
Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
"In a moment." Her lips returned to mine, the oral sensations driving down my spine and sending extra blood to my crotch. We lay there necking for quite a while. For me, oral and tactile sensations are the strongest and Chrissy was putting those senses into overdrive.
She settled lower so that her breasts were pressing into my chest. I moved my hands to her ass. She ran her fingers through my thinning hair, slicking it down with my sweat. "You are a sweaty boy." She kissed me again, probing my mouth, then gently licking my lips. "Okay, I'm ready." She dismounted and easily stood.
I lay helpless on the blanket, gazing up at her lovely figure, erect nipples highlighting her t-shirt. "I'm not going to be very graceful getting up."
"I'll help you."
I rolled onto my stomach, then gained my hands and knees. I held up a hand and Chrissy balanced me as I stood. She gathered up the blanket and we folded it together. We held hands again as we crossed the meadow back to the house.
I cautioned, "Watch where you step with those bare feet. Some of these weeds have barbs."
Chrissy preceded me into the mudroom, "We should probably leave our clothes here. I have a shirt and jeans upstairs in your dresser." She stood in front of me. "Let's get rid of this sweaty shirt."
She pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled my arms out, then threw the shirt in the dirty clothes basket. I pulled hers up and her breasts were free. My tumescent cock was becoming harder. We both kicked our shoes off. We grabbed for each other's pants like high school kids. I had hers off first and ran my fingers through her dark brown bush and down across her vulva. She stopped and looked at me, her mouth slightly open. I gently touched her clit on the way back and she sucked her breath in a little. Goose flesh stood out on her arms.
She shivered, "Look what you did."
She dropped my jeans, revealing my cock at half-mast. She milked a drop of pre-cum, then bent down and licked it off. "That is so tasty."
My jeans were soon around my ankles and I stepped out of them.
Chrissy threw her arms around my head and kissed me with an open mouth. I pulled her tight against me and straightened my back, lifting her off the floor. Her breasts pressed against me, her pubes on my stomach.
She broke the kiss, "Upstairs."
She took my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. Chrissy released my hand and took them two at a time, racing to the claw-footed tub.
When I reached the bathroom, she already had the water running and three towels on the rack. She tested the water. She made a temperature adjustment, then climbed in. This time she was on the showerhead side and I was on the drier side. She closed the shower curtain and stood under the showerhead. She reached out for me and pulled me into the stream of water. She raised her lips to mine. I met her with an open mouth, pulling her tight against me. Chrissy began running her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
I reached behind her and grabbed the shampoo. I switched places with her, applied some shampoo to her head, and began washing her hair, massaging her scalp. She got some suds on her hands and began kneading my chest hairs. She took a bit more and started stroking my erection.
She said, "Here, switch. I need to rinse my hair."
"I don't have any conditioner."
"That's fine."
She rinsed the shampoo out. She grabbed the bar of soap from the dish and knelt before me, the water flowing over her body. She backed me up out of the stream of water and soaped up my cock, massaging my balls before starting to stroke my shaft. She forced her hand between my legs and I spread them for her. She went straight for my asshole. First, she rubbed the outside, then penetrated me with her finger. She started a short probing motion, finger fucking my ass for several minutes while simultaneously stroking my cock. She quickly drove me to the edge.
I said, "Okay, you've got me close to cumming. You've gotta stop."
Chrissy stood and handed me the soap. We switched places again so that I was under the shower. Now I knelt before her and soaped her breasts, kneading her nipples. She placed her hands behind my neck and kissed my forehead. I lathered up her pubic hair, running my fingers through the dark delta. I washed her labia, then focused on her clit. I had that little button as clean as could be. I looked up and she had grabbed the handle, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. I used the same move Chrissy had used and found her asshole. I rubbed her anus, then slipped my finger into her ass. I finger fucked her as she had fucked me. She grabbed my hand that was rubbing her clit and pulled it away.
She smiled wickedly, "Let's go to your bed. Hurry, masturbation party."
Chrissy wrapped her hair in a towel and helped me over the lip of the tub. She pulled me down the hall and into the bedroom. She propped herself on the pillows at the head of the bed. She spread her legs wide, with her coochie pointed at me. She stared lustfully at me as she started playing with herself.
I stood before her. I still had an erection, but I was damp and needed some lube. "Rub some of your juices on me."
Chrissy stuck her fingers into her cooch and smeared her fluids on me. Three more times she went to the well, then stroked me a few times. That was all I needed. I stroked myself as I knew best. She was vigorously rubbing her clit, one hand twisting her nipple. It was so hot watching her watching me, her fingers probing her cooch, fingers vigorously rubbing her clit. I stroked myself, but it didn't take me long.
I said, "Bring yourself over here."
Chrissy lay on her back, hung her head over the edge, and opened her mouth. Her hands never stopped pleasuring herself.
My first shot of cum landed on her chin and neck, but the rest dribbled into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed me, milking my cock for cum. She wiped the pearl necklace from her neck and sucked her finger. Then she rolled over and grabbed my cock. She wrapped her lips around me and began sucking hard, stroking me, milking me. Then she took me all the way into her throat. Her swallowing action sending shocks up my spine. She pulled off and licked her lips for any cum. Then she knelt back and held her hands out to me. I stepped forward and she put her arms around my neck, then kissed me with an open mouth.
I entwined my tongue with hers and was surprised to not find much taste there. "I can't taste my cum."
"I swallowed every drop. You really taste good."
I kissed her again, "You kind of broke the rules though."
"I know. I got a little carried away. That was hot spreading my juices on your cock. I love watching you stroke yourself. I love you watching me diddle myself. I absolutely love sucking on you. Next to actually fucking, this might be one of my favorite things to do. I feel so open and vulnerable."
I kissed her again, "Perhaps we should dry your hair."
"Or not."
Chapter 8.
It was about 7:30 on Sunday evening. I was in the study in my lazy boy, looking at Google News when I heard a knock on the doorframe.
"Hey." Zoë was standing in the doorway smiling. She was wearing a loose-fitting, light blue top with spaghetti straps and a matching horizontally striped mini-skirt. The hem was only an inch or two below her crotch.
"Oh, I didn't hear you. You're so quiet."
I started to get up from my chair, but she came over and actually stood on the seat. She hesitated for a few moments so I could look up at her exposed vulva. Then somehow she positioned herself on my lap with her silky legs on either side of my torso. She put her arms behind my neck and kissed me. Her skirt was slightly askew giving me a wonderful view of that luscious brunette coochie. I placed a hand on each leg, enjoying the smoothness.
Zoë confessed, "I love going commando in a mini-skirt. It's very exciting." She leaned forward and kissed me again.
"We might have to take you out on the town like that."
"I'd like that, but one of our rules is that we can't date, remember?"
"What rules that we can't date? I thought we could date."
"Oh. Okay. I would love to have another date with you."
"We could also have a group outing like when all you ladies go out dancing together."
"I've worn this outfit to the club! Sometimes I will twirl so that my skirt spins out and anyone watching closely will see I'm not wearing anything underneath. Before the pandemic, we went dancing and I knew these lesbians were watching me. I was twirling all night. Being watched in public turns me on like nothing else.
"Part of me is that maybe a date might not be a good idea. Friday was so romantic and I don't think that is good for me. I will fall further in love with you. I fear that someday you are going to break my heart."
"I pray I never do that."
"Also, I hope you don't mind, but I originally got the dress I wore on Friday for Anders' wedding. In fact, he picked it out for me so I hope you don't mind seeing me in it twice."
"Not at all. You are stunningly beautiful in that dress."
Zoë asked, "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
She took my hands, brought them to her lips, and kissed them. "In all my thirty-nine years I have never had a man bring me to an orgasm like that. Actually, I've never had a man bring me to an orgasm, period. All my orgasms have been self-induced."
"If you don't mind me asking, how many men have you been with?"
"You are the fourth. You are the only man I would call a lover. My first time was in college and it was an awful experience. I know I was a virgin, but he rushed it and I was kind of dry. He took my virginity and he really hurt me. I think he tore up the inside of my cooch and I bled a lot, as in copious amounts of blood running down my legs. I think it was a lot like being raped, except technically it wasn't rape. Guys didn't worry about things like consent back then. I didn't get the feeling he cared about me. He was pissed because I was bleeding on everything. I dumped him the next day.
"The second guy was in grad school. I had been going with this guy for a long time, three months probably. He pressured me into sex. We saw each other for about another three months. Every weekend he wanted to fuck and it was just that; fucking. There wasn't any love involved. One night when he had had a few too many, he asked me for a blow job, then he grabbed my head and jammed his cock down my throat. I gagged, then bit him hard, and ran out of there. I never saw him again. Sex has been traumatic for me."
I said, "How awful. What about the third guy?"
"I think I told you a little about Jared. I dated him for about three years. He's a really nice guy and all. For a while, I thought he was husband material, but the embers never caught fire. He was sort of attentive when it came to sex, but it never felt intimate. Sex with Jared always felt mechanical. He would lick my lady parts to get me wet, and then it was bang, bang, bang and it was over. Never like what you did on Friday." She laughed. "I shouldn't tell you this, but since you'll never meet him, who cares?"
"What?"
"I wouldn't call it a micro-penis, but he was pretty small."
I asked, "How small?"
She held her fingers about two inches apart.
"I've seen a lot of penises over the years, mostly in community showers and locker rooms and that is pretty small. Although, I saw one guy in the Navy that was pretty much all balls. His penis was probably less than an inch, kind of propped up on his scrotum."
"Like Michelangelo's David?"
"Smaller."
Zoë smiled, "What's the biggest cock you've ever seen?"
"One of my college roommates was pretty hung. Like around eight inches long or so. He loved to show it off. Walking back and forth to the shower he would use a really small towel. Got a lot of attention from the ladies."
"Well I have to say, I am absolutely in love with your cock; Quinn. It is just right."
I leaned over and kissed her, "Thank you my love, but I'm really just an average guy, who's completely comfortable with his averageness. Anything else on your mind?"
Zoë said, "I want to know the mechanics of how you made me cum like that."
"It kind of loses the romance then."
"I just want to know how my body works."
"I'll keep it simple: foreplay, erogenous zones, clitoris, and g-spot."
"G-spot?"
"On the top of your vagina there's a spot of tissue that is kind of magical. It's about two or three inches in. When it isn't ready, it feels spongy. When you are near orgasm, it begins to feel wrinkly. I try to rub it with one or two fingers and it makes a regular orgasm extra special."
"I'm going to try and find it."
"Well, that could be one of our experiments. By the way, have you given any thought to what you want to learn about your body and mine?"
Zoë smiled and kissed my hands again. "Okay, so I have become an internet sex fiend. I have been looking up all these ways to have sex."
"Let me hear about them."
"I know you will never think I'm slutty, but all this makes me feel slutty. It sounds so interesting and sexy and exciting. I have to do this in my room because I want to play with myself. I do play with myself. I have to be careful with Johnny running around."
"So, I want you to do that for me. Play with yourself in front of me."
She smiled, "Would you like that?"
"It would be so hot. So what have you been looking at that makes you want to play with yourself?"
"So one thing I want to learn about is you. I want to learn about how to give you an amazing blow job."
"I like the sound of that."
"I also want to learn how to deep throat you."
"Okay, that may be a lot harder, no pun intended."
"I will have you know that puns are the highest form of humor. There are all these amazing sex positions that look like so much fun. We're going to try all of them."
"Okay."
"And..." She held her breath.
"What?"
"I want to try anal."
"I have to tell you I have no experience there."
She smiled and kissed me, "So, we'll learn together." Then she looked at me kind of funny.
I asked, "What?"
"I think you need to know this, but I will probably have my period next weekend, for Anders' wedding."
"That's cool. It's never stopped me before."
"You've had period sex?"
"It's great. You just need to put some old towels down."
"Do you lick me all bloody and everything?"
"I've always left the tampon in while dining. Do you use tampons?"
She nodded.
I continued, "I would just pull out the tampon when the time comes for inserting my cock in the cooch. Sometimes you need to use lube though. The tampon sometimes seems to suck up all your juices. At other times all the blood makes things very slick."
"That doesn't gross you out?"
"Not at all."
Zoë was giddy with excitement. "Okay, we can try that. I was also thinking that we could try anal on my period."
"I will do whatever you want to do."
"And something I want to do for you. I want to learn how to massage your prostate."
"Something else I don't have much experience with. So what do you want to do this evening?"
"I know we did this on Friday, but could you make me cum like that again? Chrissy said I was glowing on our hike. I felt like I was walking on a cloud. Then I would like to try a couple of positions."
This entire conversation was amazing. Her sexuality seemed to be blossoming before me. I watched this less-than-confident woman who had described her first time as akin to rape, now getting excited about anal and period sex.
I grinned, "You are making me hard talking about this."
"I'm making myself wet talking about everything."
"Really?" I ran my fingers across her coochie, "Oh, you are really wet."
I put my wet fingers in my mouth.
"You really like the way I taste, don't you?"
I dipped my finger into her coochie again and brought it out, "Zoë, what you have here will drive a man crazy. You know how Cleopatra seduced Marc Antony? How Josephine seduced Napoleon?"
She shook her head.
I held up my wet finger. "Right here. Before perfume was invented there was coochie juice. I kid you not. Do you want to drive a man wild? Use your personal perfume. A little dab behind your ears and on your wrist. Maybe a dab between your breasts. Don't overdo it. This is powerful stuff."
Zoë reached down, dampened her finger, and applied the moisture as I directed.
I persisted, "Just like that. Your pheromones will drive anyone attracted to you wild. They won't know what hit them. Personally, I live for the taste and smell of a woman. My love, you have a taste and smell that is intoxicating. Your taste is making me really hard right now."
"Well, let's go upstairs!"
Zoë stood and stepped off the chair. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I have never seen someone so excited to have sex. Her blouse and skirt were off before we got into the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and went for my fly. She had my shorts off while I pulled my shirt over my head. She jumped onto the bed and held out her hand.
The light from outside was fading, so I turned on the end table light.
Then I sat down next to her. "So, before we start, you need to know something about me. I'm not a young man. I think I have one good erection and one ejaculation in me per day."
Zoë crawled up on her hands and knees, "Friday night you had two erections. Remember when I got you really hard in the middle of the night so I could sleep with you inside me."
"Okay, so maybe I'm wrong on that account. I just don't want you to get high expectations of how I am going to satisfy you."
She leaned in and kissed me, "Quinn, I will be satisfied just being with you."
I began fondling her breasts that were just there for the touching. "What would you like to do first Princess Zoë?"
"Well, I don't know about first, but I want you to do me doggy style. I loved doing it cowgirl the other day."
"We'll make that the second and third courses."
"I think I want to sit on your face and let you lick me."
"I consider myself somewhat of an expert on cunnilingus while being sat on."
I took the pillow and laid down so my face was about two feet from the headboard. "Bring your luscious self over here."
Zoë smiled lustfully and crawled over. She straddled my face with her soft thighs touching my face. She positioned her coochie directly over my mouth. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pushed her forward slightly so that her opening was at my tongue. She was so wet, I started lapping up her juices. I parted her labia with my tongue; licking ever closer to her clit, but stopping just before.
"Are you going to tease me again?"
"I think you have more control this way. Do you want me to tease you?"
She pressed her wet labia to my mouth, then ever so slowly began to move back and forth. I decided to just keep my tongue extended and let her pleasure herself. She moved her clit to my tongue and moved forward so that my tongue was at her slit. Back and forth she went, slowly lowering herself so that my tongue parted her slit slightly more on each pass. My tongue only briefly touched her clit. She was teasing herself. Her eyes never left mine, looking down at me between her legs. I was experiencing the same mind meld I had with Chrissy I reached up with one hand to touch her breasts and she grabbed it, pressing it to her stomach.
Suddenly, Zoë made her clit the focus of my tongue and she moved my hand to her breast. Placing both hands on her pert mounds, I began fondling her, avoiding her nipples. Zoë gently stroked my head, running her fingers through my thinning hair. Her hip motion changed so that my tongue moved quickly across her clit. Her juices ran down my face as her pelvis increased speed.
Zoë leaned forward placing her hands on the headboard. I sensed that I could now finger her opening. I put my finger up to her cooch and she moaned. I felt for her g-spot and her spongy spot was becoming rougher. I started tweaking her nipple while rubbing her wrinkly g-spot. Her contractions started and I grabbed her hip with my free hand, expecting her to remove her clit from my tongue, but she didn't. The motion continued, but her body was shuddering; gooseflesh formed on her thighs, stomach, and breasts; her thigh muscles quivered. I could hear her panting. It was as if she was working through some sensitivity barrier.
Zoë's body jolted. She leaned back and I had to remove my finger from her cooch. Her back arched, head thrown back. Then she leaned forward and I penetrated her opening again. With my hand on her ass, I repositioned her coochie on my mouth. I heard a whimper and I began running my tongue along the length of her slit, just touching her clit and sending a tremor through her. I put my finger back in and started on her g-spot again. I put my left hand to her asshole, her rhythmic contractions pulsing away.
I thought, How about a double finger penetration? After lubricating my index finger with coochie juice, I inserted it into her ass. Slowly I finger fucked her. Her clit returned to my tongue and I flicked it. She pressed down on my face so that I had to breathe through my mouth. I started sucking her clit and the shuddering returned. Her body bucked as pleasure coursed through her.
I thought, Zoë should be so sensitive by now. Her body was trembling. I continued the triple assault on her clit, g-spot, and asshole. She pressed my face into her vulva. Finally, Zoë fell over on her side. My fingers came out of her holes. Her body spent, but still in orgasm.
I got to my knees and commanded, "Doggy style!"
She moaned and got on her knees, her coochie and ass exposed; her face lying on the bed. I crawled behind her and got to my knees. I guided my cock to her opening and slowly entered her dripping coochie, a shiver running up my spine for that oh so pleasurable first thrust into her warmth. Her cooch still contracting, clenching me. I took what I thought of as my 'ass finger'; my left index finger; and placed it on her asshole and rubbed. I knew I could last a while, so I went with long slow thrusts. Zoë was positioned so that my cock struck her cervix at its deepest penetration. With each strike, I heard her gasp. I lubed her asshole with coochie juice and used my left thumb to penetrate her, controlling her hips with my right hand. Her contractions eased and I knew her orgasm was over, for now, so I removed my thumb. Grasping both her hips I started driving harder.
I didn't know how she would react to roughness, but she wanted to experiment. I went as fast and as hard as my hips would allow. Zoë raised up on her elbows, keeping her back arched. She started pushing backward meeting my forward thrusts. She raised herself fully on her hands and knees and I decided to try a more downward angle to try and hit her g-spot.
I heard a whimper, "Am I going too hard?"
"Harder!"
I drove into Zoë with as much as I could give, but I began to tire.
She said, "Lie down. I want to ride you."
I grabbed a couple of tissues from the nightstand and wiped my hands, then laid down on my back. Zoë straddled me, inserting me into her opening and started grinding. She quickly brought me to the edge. Then she brought her feet up to either side of my waist. The woman was in phenomenal shape; she was doing squats slamming her coochie onto my cock, maximizing penetration. I could feel my cock reaching deep inside her and her eyes went wide, her mouth open. Her orgasm began again, her vaginal contractions squeezing me.
And then I came. I thrust upwards with my legs, arching my back. I lifted my ass well off the bed, impaling Zoë. Pleasure flowed up my spine. Again, my back arched. Zoë's coochie assault continued. She steadied herself with her hands on my stomach, her pelvis still slamming onto my cock. How was I still hard? Zoë's head went back as she arched her back. She must have found her g-spot herself. Her hips never slowed the pounding with her cooch pulsing on my still erect, but aching cock. Pain and pleasure rippled through me. I was so sensitive, but I didn't want to be the one to stop this.
Zoë returned to her earlier grinding motion. Finally, she fell forward onto me, her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her, my cock still in her pulsing coochie, euphoria spreading over us. After a few minutes, I felt her contractions subside.
I asked, "How did you do that? Weren't you sensitive?"
"I'm so sensitive. Please don't move."
"That was remarkable."
"I like it when you go hard like that. That was great. I feel like I just hiked twenty miles. My legs ache, but it is a good ache. I found my g-spot."
I whispered, "I think this is my new favorite cuddling position."
Zoë brought her face to mine and kissed me, "I know it's mine."
She laid her head back down on me.
Chapter 9.
The heat returned on Monday, which for the last week in August was unusual. When I awoke at 7:30, the blow torch had started again. I heard the shower going, meaning my friend with benefits was cleaning up. I waited until I heard the shower stop, then went and used the downstairs bathroom. Somehow I didn't think our relationship was ready for me to empty my bowels in Zoë's presence. After I was done, I wore my robe open and went into the upstairs bathroom. Zoë was just about to blow dry her hair. She was going to kiss me.
I put my hand over my mouth, "Give me a moment, I have dragon breath."
When I had thoroughly brushed she came over and kissed me, "Thank you for another amazing evening."
"You don't have to thank me. That's just what friends with benefits do for one another."
She kissed me again.
I leaned against the door and checked out her beautiful body, "I'm going to make some blueberry pancakes for breakfast. How many do you want?"
"One."
She did eat like a bird. I fired up the coffee pot and started on breakfast. I put on an apron again with my ass hanging out.
When the pancakes were just about ready, Zoë came down completely nude.
She said, "I really like being naked in front of you. I think I'm really getting into this exhibitionist thing."
"I love you being naked for me. I know I've already told you how perfect your body is, but Zoë; did you know you have a perfect body?"
My compliment set her cheeks aglow.
I removed my apron, "If you want, we could use one of our evenings to let you go out on the town and practice showing yourself to random men."
I set the pancakes before us and sat down.
Her eyes went wide, "Oh God, I don't know if I could do that."
"Why not? You do it in the forest. You said you did it at the club. We could just go downtown in your miniskirt and let you touch your toes in front of some guys."
"Ooh, that would be hot. Okay. I'll put it on my list of things to do."
"Here's an idea, Sunday we could drive to the mall. You could go commando in your miniskirt."
The mall was about 40 minutes away.
"It might be busy with shoppers and you can try out some public exhibitionism."
Zoë smiled, "I like that."
"We could get a nice lunch. I could suggest ways you could tease some of the guys down there."
"This could be exciting."
"Sounds like our weekend is already filling up."
Zoë left by nine. Once again, she didn't finish her meal. I wasn't planning on getting all mother-like on her, but I was started to get a little concerned. I cleaned up the kitchen in the nude, then went up and got dressed. This morning's project was to deadhead the roses on the west side of the house. I'd only gotten a few bushes completed when I saw Chrissy’s blue car pull into the drive. I got off my knees and walked around the house to find Chrissy pulling the barn door closed.
As I approached her, I called out, "I think I have an automatic opener solution worked out for those doors. We should be able to install it next week."
Chrissy was wearing what appeared to be a running outfit: a t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes. She was crying. She ran up and threw herself around me. I held her tight and patted her back. We just stood there, the sun baking us, as sobs wracked her body. She was blubbering into my chest.
I whispered, "Let's get in out of the sun. I still have about a half a pot of coffee left."
She leaned back, looked into my eyes, and nodded. Tears and snot were flowing freely. I handed her my handkerchief. I put my arm around her shoulder and we walked through the mudroom door to the kitchen. She sat at the table, tears streaming down her face. I poured out two mugs of coffee.
I sat down across from her and took her hand, "Would you like to tell me about it?"
Chrissy took a deep breath combined with a sob, "So you know that everything between Jack and me right now is just a verbal agreement?"
"Yeah. You haven't even been to see the judge yet."
"No. Not yet. So, Jack sent me a text last night saying he needed me to pick up John and take him to pre-school because he didn't have time because of his work schedule. Even though that wasn't the deal we made, I thought I'd be the responsible one. I texted back that I would; eight o'clock.'
She wiped her eyes, "Okay. So, I drove over to the house, parked on the street, and got John. I didn't say a word to the asshole. I got John all situated and buckled in. As I was finishing up, a car came up and parked behind me. It was his fucking cunt! He wanted me to see her! What a fucking asshole! She doesn't even look like she's legal. She got out and stood next to her car so I could see what she had. She looked like a complete slut too. She's got huge fucking boobs and she wore one of those cut-off shirts so the bottom half of her tits were hanging out, huge fucking cow nipples poking out, a mini-thong with her cunt lips hanging out, and fucking stiletto heels. Stiletto heels at fucking eight o'clock in the fucking morning! What the fuck kind of cunt is she? What a fucking whore! Fucking Jack just stood on the porch and smiled. The fuck head wanted me to see her."
Damn. The woman could drop f-bombs better than a sailor. I lifted her hand and kissed it, "I think you need to talk to your lawyer again."
"I have an appointment this afternoon at two."
"Just a thought. If Jack's cunt is actually underage, that's a felony."
"Oh, that would be fucking karma. I'll tell my lawyer. Maybe we can find out."
"Good. In the meantime, it looks like you were planning on trying out our running arrangement."
"Yeah. That was the plan."
"Well, let's get you running. I think that might be good for you."
We finished our coffee. I changed into my padded biking shorts, then filled two sports bottles with cold water. Chrissy was already stretching on the front lawn. I headed to the barn and got my road bike down.
When she was ready, she came over to the barn and stripped off her t-shirt revealing a white sports bra. She started putting sunscreen on her shoulders and I came over to help.
I said, "Just don't pull a Zoë."
"What did Zoë do?"
"That's how Zoë got naked on me during our first hike. She asked me to help apply sunscreen and she eventually got naked so I could get under the strings."
She was very serious, not flirty at all. "I promise I won't do that to you."
Note to self; Chrissy is not in the mood. "So, how far are we going?"
"I have two loops planned. I think I need the longer one today. It's about five miles. I'm going to start. Catch up when you can."
On a bicycle it was easy to catch her. Chrissy started out at a moderate pace. The road was mostly shaded with some reasonable ups and downs. She didn't say a word and I just rode beside her. Soon we were both drenched in sweat.
At about the two mile mark she held out her hand, "Water, please."
I handed her a bottle. She drank a little, then poured some on her head. Her bra had become translucent, her areolas visible. She wasn't trying to be sexy, but she was. I was impressed with the pace she maintained, I was starting to get a bit winded and I was the one on the bike.
She asked for water twice more and both times most of it ended up on her head or torso, cooling her in the heat. As we rounded the final bend, my house came in sight, and Chrissy slowed to a walk. She walked with her hands on her hips. I got off my bike and handed her the second bottle. She unscrewed the top and took a long drink, the water spilling onto her bra. The rest went on her head. I walked my bike alongside her.
Chrissy looked down and noticed the transparency, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to tease you. This is what I do in the heat. I'm not feeling very sexy at the moment."
"It's all good. I'm just here to support you."
"Thanks. By the way, you look good in bike shorts."
We walked the 200 yards to my house in silence. When we got there, she grabbed her t-shirt from the barn, "I hope you don't mind, I'd like to clean up alone today."
"That's fine. Leave your clothes in the laundry room and I'll put them in with my wash."
While Chrissy was showering, I wrote down the name and number of the counselor I saw when I was working through my grief. When she came down she was dressed in a nice blouse and jeans.
I handed Chrissy the slip of paper, "Here's my therapist. Please give her a call. I'm worried about you."
"I will. I'm worried about me too."
"Want some lunch?"
She shook her head, "I'm just not very hungry."
Chrissy came over and hugged me. She buried her face in my shirt and just sobbed. I held her until she regained control.
She finally looked up and took my face in her hands. "Thank you."
She kissed me very lightly, and then turned toward the door. I walked with her toward the barn. She took my hand after a few paces.
When we reached the side door, I opened it and held it for her, "Promise you won't do anything stupid?"
"I promise. Could you open the barn door for me?" She kissed me again and got in.
I opened the door and Chrissy gave me a little wave as she drove off.
I immediately called Zoë and let her know the situation. She promised to watch Chrissy and keep me updated.
I didn't see Chrissy for the next three days. I did get a lot done though. I finished my preparations for the new semester, finished the gardening, and prepped the snow blower for the coming winter.
On Tuesday, I visited our college library to research some angles I might take on this idea I had. Our librarians are terrific people and I found out that our state university, about an hour's drive away, was a rich source of information on the topic. The woman I was working with called down and arranged for me to meet with a research librarian on Friday at 10:30.
Thursday evening I was sitting on the porch waiting for Zoë. The heat had broken and autumn was definitely in the air. I was considering stepping in for a sweater, when Zoë pulled in.
Moments later she walked around and came into view, "Hey."
She wore shorts and a t-shirt, nipples prominent in the cool air.
I stood to greet her, "How are you?"
"Worried sick. Chrissy has kept Johnny home all week and she's been staying busy doing stuff with him, but she's not doing well."
She reached the porch and gave me a tiptoe kiss. "She hardly eats. Doesn't sleep. I got up to pee last night and she was sitting in the living room, just sitting there. She looks like hell. Rings under her eyes."
I sat down in the rocker and she sat on my lap, her legs over the arm rest and her arms around my neck.
Zoë continued, "She's got an appointment with your therapist tomorrow. I'm watching Johnny while she's there. I'm going to drive her to make sure she goes, then we'll go get ice cream."
I said, "You are a good friend to her. The best."
"Thanks, but I'm feeling pretty worthless. I'm a little worried leaving her alone all night. I might head back after my lesson."
"Your lesson?"
"I want to learn about your penis tonight. How it works and how to give you amazing blow jobs."
"Very well, my dear. Perhaps we should retire to my upstairs classroom."
Zoë jumped up and hurried ahead of me. She was naked when I got to the room. I already had my shirt off and she had my pants off in seconds. I climbed up to the headboard and put a pillow behind me. She knelt beside my crotch, as excited as a little kid when she found her Easter basket.
I instructed, "I will teach you about my penis, but I also want to remind you about making love. Do you remember what I said about how I brought you to an orgasm?"
"Yes, clit and g-spot."
"And foreplay and erogenous zones. If you are going to bring a man to a state of ecstasy, you must build him up. Do you know what the most power sex organ in our bodies is?"
She pointed to her crotch.
I pointed to my head, "Our brains," I pointed to the head of my cock, "For a man, this little head drives this big head. Let me show you some things. Here, get close."
She placed her face right next to my cock.
"First, I have to say that I have never given a blow job. It's not something I'm interested in. But, I've been the recipient of hundreds, some incredible, some horrible and painful. I'm trying to think about what made the amazing ones amazing."
Zoë nodded, "That's what I want to know."
"Actually, it's a good thing that I'm not hard yet. Depending on the guy, different things will give them an erection. For a teenage guy, they walk around with a nearly constant erection. For older guys like me, not so much."
I took her finger, "Feel this soft skin on the underside of my balls?"
"Yes."
"While they aren't loaded with nerves, a guy's balls are still pretty sensitive."
She got down very close and licked the spot.
"Ooh, I like that. Lick them some more. Oh, very nice. Feel this very soft skin around the head and the part of the shaft facing you. Right now, those are really sensitive for me. Gently stroke there with your finger. That's it. The head is always sensitive, but all around the edge of the head is loaded with nerves. Yes, that's nice. So using your fingers, your tongue, and your mouth. Ooh, that's it. See, you're already getting me hard. Some guys want you to be rough, but I prefer gentleness. Oh, that's good. You've made me really hard. If you lick the front part of the shaft. Oh Zoë, that's good."
She licked and sucked me while I communicated with moans. She was quite good at this. I petted her hair.
Zoë looked up at me, "So what do I do when I have some asshole that wants to shove his cock down my throat like that asshole in grad school?"
"Remember that I've never given a blow job, but I think that the best way to prevent that is basic physics. If you to place your hand on the shaft a few inches down. Yes, right there. Now, hold on tight and I'm going to push your head down on my cock."
I pushed her head down and her lips ran into her hand.
She nodded, "Okay, I get it. So now that I have you really hard, I just keep licking and sucking?"
"I think the key for me is to have as much skin coverage as possible with mouth and hands. Keep things moving. Ooh, that's it. You want to keep your mouth relaxed. No teeth. Teeth are bad. Right now the most sensitive part of me is the head. The rim of the head will get maximum results. Oh god, Zoë. That's it."
Zoë was either more experienced than she let on, or she was a natural. Either way, but this was great. She was so enthusiastic. I loved watching her working my cock.
She looked up at me with a big grin, "Okay, I'm going to try."
I wasn't sure what she was going to try until she extended her neck and tried to take my cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged and pulled off. She sucked a bit more then tried again. Another gag.
She came off me and cleared her throat, "I asked Chrissy how to take you in my throat and she said I have to relax my neck muscles. She said to swallow if I start to gag."
On the third try, her lips got to my pubic hair. She licked my balls a couple of times, then came off me. "I did it! Okay. I'm going to do it again."
Zoë's expression was priceless, like a child with a new toy. She got my shaft about two-thirds down before gagging again.
She smiled mischievously, "You are my boy toy. I want to get this right."
This time as she reached the gagging point I could feel her swallowing and took me all the way. She gave me a little throat job, moving about an inch up and down.
"Ooh Zoë, that's good."
Now she started working my cock with everything she had in her repertoire: sucking the head, deep-throating, licking my balls, stroking the shaft, and then licking the rim of the head.
"Zoë, you need to stop now. You're going to make me cum."
"I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my mouth."
Zoë continued her oral magic and I barely got out the warning. She sucked the head and I came, oozing my load into her mouth. I found myself groaning with pleasure. She swallowed every drop, then started milking me for more. She very gently licked my shaft, then licked my balls again. She took her finger and ran it around my very soft circumcision scar. She stopped. I looked down and she was studying my cock.
She observed, "Now I can see why some ancient civilizations had phallus worship. The human penis is simply amazing. Quinn, your penis is amazing."
Somehow she knew to avoid the most sensitive parts of me, licking up every drop of post-cum that appeared. Zoë came up and straddled my chest, her moist coochie on my stomach.
She softly kissed me, "You are a talented professor. I learned a lot about you, but I also learned what I can do too."
"I think you need to roll over on your back and let me give you an orgasm."
She kissed my mouth, and I probed her with my tongue, tasting for my salty cum.
She knew what I was doing, "It's all gone. I swallowed every heavenly drop. You taste wonderful." She gently kissed me. "I think I'm going to go and check up on Chrissy I couldn't live with myself if something happened and I was over here."
"I understand."
"Please just lie there and let me look at you while I get dressed." She stood and found her shorts.
As she was putting them on I said, "Wait."
I put my finger to her coochie, got it wet, and sucked the juices from my finger."
"You really like that don't you?"
"Most wonderful substance on earth."
She put her t-shirt on, then bent over and kissed me.
"When we come home from the wedding I have another surprise, did I tell you?"
"If my memory serves, either anal or period sex. I can't wait."
"I'll let myself out. I know I'm not supposed to say this. Friends with benefits aren't supposed to say these things, but I love you so much." She tongue kissed me one last time and was gone.
I was starting to love her back.
Chapter 10.
I got up early Friday. I had two chores I needed to do. The first was to stop by the local home center to pick up my special order garage door opener. This one was pricier because it could be modified to move doors horizontally. My goal was to be able to horizontally slide the barn doors open and closed using the opener. I already had an antique rail with rollers that could be mounted on the existing doors. It would be difficult mounting the doors, so I decided to wait until the next time Chrissy came over. Somehow I doubted it would be anytime over the weekend.
The second chore was to drive over to the state university library. It was about thirty minutes beyond the home center, so the two tasks dovetailed nicely.
The Andrew Carnegie Memorial Library is an impressive building: classic Doric columns, immense oak doors, and three floors filled with countless volumes of knowledge. The entire building covered more than an acre.
I entered through a side door and found the reference desk. The woman behind the counter was a pleasant woman, about my age. She was professionally dressed. I waited for her to answer a question for a young man ahead of me.
When she finished and the man stepped away, I stepped up to the desk, "Hi. My name is Dr. Quinn McMullen, I have an appointment to work with one of your reference librarians."
"Oh, that would be Violet. Let me get her."
She stepped away and returned with a stunning young woman. She was slim and slightly less than average height. She wore a modest white blouse and a knee-length, black skirt that accentuated her slender hips. As one would expect from someone who was on their feet all day, she wore practical black flats and very complimentary stockings. The most stunning aspect was her hair, raven black that went to her waist.
The young woman confidently walked up and extended her hand, "Hi Professor. My name's Violet. I've blocked out the day all the way to two o'clock to work with you."
I looked into her eyes and continued shaking her hand, "That is so thoughtful of you."
I finally released her hand, but maintained eye contact. Her hazel eyes were enthralling.
I continued, "I'm not sure where to begin. Did the folks from my library talk to you about what I am looking for?"
"Well, sort of. Why don't we go to one of our conference rooms and you can make sure I have the correct information."
"Sounds great. I'll follow you."
I fell in beside her as she led me to a glass enclosed space with a large conference table off the main reading room. She pointed to the table, so I took a seat on the end and she took the chair to my immediate left. She turned the chair so that she faced me.
Violet placed her note pad on the table and took up her pen, "So Professor, please tell me what you're looking to research."
"Since you're not one of my students, please call me Quinn."
"Okay, Quinn."
I will not bore the reader with the long explanation I provided Violet, but she didn't seem to be bored at all. She took a lot of notes and asked very pertinent questions. She made a lot of eye contact. A couple of times I slipped a bad dad joke in and she very politely laughed at my silliness. She also started touching my arm every once in a while. I thought that there was a possibility that she was flirting with me, but there was a significant age difference. No way was I going to hit on her. She was younger than my daughter. More likely, I could be her grandfather.
After about an hour, Violet offered, "Well, I think I have an idea on where to get you started. We have a lot of materials that I think will help you. I think we need to set you up with your own research room."
Violet led me over to the reference desk and had me fill out some forms. Then I was given a key to room 202. She showed me where it was then we got down to hunting reference materials. I followed her around the library as she would search, then find what she was looking for, and hand it to me. I made several trips back and forth to my room.
I came back from one trip to find her repositioning a ladder, "The book you need is a little higher. Can you steady the ladder for me?"
"Sure. I can get it if you want."
"No. I wouldn't think of it. This ladder doesn't meet OSHA standards. It's supposed to have locking wheels, but this one is broken. You will need to hold it very steady for me so I don't fall."
I stood on the side of the ladder and Violet started climbing until her ass was at my face level.
She looked down at me, "Can you position yourself so that you are holding both rails? That's it"
My arms grazed her stockinged legs as she climbed higher. I started to look up and realized I could look right up her skirt. I quickly looked down, not wanting to be the dirty old man.
She must have retrieved the book, "Quinn, can you take this?"
I put my hand up without looking and I brushed her thigh. "Professor, you are going to have to look up to get this book from me."
When I looked up I had a nice view of her legs right to her ass. I took the book, then looked down again.
Violet started coming down again. When her ass was at face level again, I moved out of the way. I must have been blushing a little.
Violet apologized, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you."
"No. You're fine. I didn't think it was a good idea to take advantage of the situation and play the dirty old man."
We started walking back to room 202.
She asked, "Why would you be taking advantage of the situation?"
"Violet, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a young man. On campus, I make it a point to not look at the co-eds. Many times I have been going up a set of stairs and a young lady ahead of me is wearing some very revealing clothing, not that your skirt is at all revealing. I always make a point of looking at the floor so no one will think I'm taking advantage of the view. I can just imagine the conversations. 'Don't walk in front of Dr. McMullen on the stairs, he'll look right up your dress'."
"Actually, that is very gentlemanly. Is that a word? I don't know too many guys who wouldn't look."
Violet looked at her watch, "It is nearly noon. As an employee, I get to eat in the cafeteria for free. Your lunch will be very reasonable. Want to join me?"
"Sure. I didn't even think about lunch, and come to think of it, I'm starving."
We walked out a side door and started across campus.
I observed, "You're really good at what you do. Did you study library science?"
"Oh, no. I just graduated last year with a degree in English and Secondary Education. I was thinking I would like to teach high school, but two summers ago I landed an internship here at the library and I found I love it. My supervisor, Ellen, you met her, said she would provide a reference and help me get into the graduate program here once I have two years' experience. So a year from now I'll start."
"That's exciting. I love it when people find something they really love and actually get to do it."
"Do you love being a professor?"
"I do. We're a small school and I really get to know my students. It's fun to watch them grow during their time in college."
"You sound like one of my English professors, Dr. Parker. She was so wonderful."
We entered the cafeteria, selected our lunch items, and I paid for mine. She directed me to the outdoor eating area. It was a very pleasant afternoon. Violet seemed like a very quiet, reserved person.
I hoped to draw her out though, "So, what does Violet do for fun?"
"Well, my hours here stink so I don't have a lot of time for fun. I have to work weekends. I am the junior staff member after all. I do get Wednesdays and Thursdays off. I like to exercise. I love biking and running."
"Where do you see yourself in five, ten years?"
"These sound like interview questions."
"I suppose, but they're good questions to get to know someone."
"Where do I see myself ..." Violet thought for a moment, "Hopefully, I have a nice job working at a library like this one. Hopefully, I'll find a nice guy. That's a lot of ‘hopefullies’. Someday I hope to be married and have a family. That's a long time off though. How about you Professor?"
"In five years?"
"Yeah."
"Well, to be completely honest, I haven't thought that far into the future."
"Really?"
"Really. My wife died two years ago and I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life."
"Family?"
"I have two kids, both married and three grandkids. Unfortunately, they are on the other side of the country."
"Have you started looking for someone?"
"Not seriously. I have a couple of female friends, but ..."
"I get it."
We finished our lunch and took the trays to the scullery. Then started walking back to the library.
Violet turned the tables, "Since you asked me, I'll ask you. What do you fun?"
Well, I have a friend with benefits arrangement, I thought, although I kept that inappropriate response to myself.
"I putter around my house fixing this and that. Some friends have taken me hiking and it didn't kill me, so that's a good thing. I have a friend who is a runner and I ride my bike alongside and carry water bottles for her."
"That's thoughtful. Are you serious with her?"
"I wouldn't call it serious. She is a dear friend and we've known each other for years. She's been watching out for me since my wife died."
We got to the library and headed to my research room.
I remarked, "Violet, I think I have everything I need at the moment."
"I don't mind Professor."
"You need to call me Quinn."
"Okay, Quinn. There's one line of inquiry that I want to explore for you. I'll tell Ellen what I'm doing. It's not a big deal."
"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome. You're a nice man and I like helping you."
She went off and I settled in the room. The volume of material she had dug up was daunting. I started going through each book she had found, taking notes, and scribbling down ideas. About twenty minutes later, Violet came in with four more books, took a seat at the table, and started reading. She was taking a lot of notes for me as well. We worked until 4:30 PM or so.
I realized how tired I was, "I should probably be heading home. I have about an hour's drive."
"That's fine Professor, I mean Quinn. Ellen said I can work here until I have to take over the desk at five."
"That's a long day."
"I work until seven, but I'll get overtime."
"I was thinking I'd like to do something to thank you. Could I come back down here on Wednesday and take you to a nice dinner. I wouldn't be a date. Think of it as your grandfather taking you out."
Violet thought for a moment, "I would like that. Here's how to get a hold of me."
She wrote down her address and phone number.
I said, "I have class until 4:30. How about if I picked you up around 6:30?
"That would be great."
"Any preferences on restaurants?"
"Let me think about it. This is a college town and we have a lot of good ones."
To be continued in part 5, Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.