Mending

I took it as a good signal that during a fast song she was resting her head on my shoulder as if it were a slow song. As the song ended a man on the stage asked Shelia to sing.

Shelia took the stage and seemed nervous at first. But once she got warmed up her voice was amazing. It was hard to believe a voice that big could come out of a body that small. As she serenaded me with her eyes the waited came to see if we needed anything else. I tapped him on the shoulder and with a beaming smile, I pointed towards the stages and said, "She's with me."

I watched the couples fill the dance floor and wished I had someone to dance with. I knew we could dance later so I didn't want to pull her off the stage and interrupt her incredible voice. As she sang the line "my lonely days over", I smirked, hoping that they were truly over. I sat there basking the twilight of the day. It had been eventful and if this was all our relationship ever would be, just friends at dinner, that'd be fine. Although upon first impressions she seemed like the perfect type to give me closure and forget about Linda. The song ended and I made a point of clapping the loudest. She didn't even make eye contact with me as she stepped off the stage.

"You were great." I said touching her hand as she returned to her seat at the table. We sat eating in silence, occassionally interrupted by fellow clubgoers who would compliment Shelia on her voice. I ate my burger quickly, all except one bite. I tossed it back on the plate and leaned back, sighing. Shelia gave me a look like "eyes bigger than your stomach?" "Oh I was going to wrap this up and take it home for Charlie, since I don't have any treats at home for him." I said explaining.

"So tell me Shelia, what other hidden talents do you have? You already know mine. I have the ability to injure myself almost everytime I play tennis. By day I'm a mild-mannered freelance worker but my alter-ego can appear and repel asshole ex-husbands in a single bound." I said trailing off assuming she didn't want to be reminded of what happened in the afternoon.
 
Shelia finally looked up to him, "Well, Steven never knew about my singing. I guess I found it a way to rebel by not letting him know. I am also an artist. I like to paint portraits mostly. Steven did know of this. He told me it was a waste of time and always discouraged me. I believe I am the artsy type deep at heart." Her eyes watered a bit, "I am much like my Mother, Amelia was. She died when I was 8. My mother used to fill this hall with her voice too. I have been told that I sound just like her. And that brings me around to explaining my unusual name."

She exhaled and wiped a tear away, "When I was born my parents wanted to name me a combination of both their names. SHEL from SHELton. And IA from AmelIA. I have been called Shelly and Shel. My Dad calls me Shel."

Shelia exhaled, "I really appreciate what you did today. And I am enjoying being around you and getting to know you. I haven't had a friend in a very long time. Until today I haven't even seen my Dad for two years. He hated Steven so much that he wouldn't see me until I left the Bastard. So, I was very happy to see him." Shelia exhaled and reached a hand across the table to rest on his. She looked deep into his eyes, "Ted, I don't want to be rebound girl. And I don't want you to be rebound guy. I don't want to get hurt and I don't want to hurt you. Although I find it highly unlikely that I would want to." She squeezed his hand a bit tighter, "But, who are we kidding. There is definitely an attraction here. Well, for me anyway. How about we just have fun with this and no commitment? I know you have probably not even thought of commitment. I just want to put that out there. And if you still want that bonfire I say we do it tommorow evening."

Shelia felt butterflies in her stomach. She knew what she said about commitment was the right thing to say. Yet, as she held his hand she knew she didn't mean it. She was already in love with this man and wanted him to be only hers. And her body wanted him to. If Shelia wasn't so damned afraid she would have left that jazz clud right then and there, took him home and made mad passionate love to him. Why else would her heart make her sing that song to him? Her words didn't match her actions or that damned song.
 
"So you're very talented then? A painter, a singer, an excellent cook, and I'm sure you probably just finished your 10th tour as a tennis pro but you're waiting until you can say "game, set, match" to tell me that." I said winking. "Seriously though I'm sorry to hear about your mother. I was adopted so I never knew my birth parents. I have their names and addresses but don't see a point in meeting them now. My adopted parents were ok but I preferred independence so I guess that's why marriage was such a struggle for me since I had to support someone other than myself. Well it wasn't just someone, it was her and her boy toys. I can't prove it but I'm pretty sure my alimony is going as downpayment on a yacht." Her eyes widened, "Yeah I won't disclose the amount but she took most everything she could. I was tempted to swallow my gold fillings." She giggled a little before shifting the tone to serious.

I cleared my throat and began my reply "You're right, I don't want a rebound girl and I do want a relationship, I don't know how you define committment but moving in together would be a little redundant don't you think, neighbor? Seriously though, the ink is barely dry on my divorce papers but I'm ready to move on, I'm sure you are too. A suburban neighborhood filled with married couples isn't the best place for a single woman I know. I don't know if our neighborhood is the same but in my old one divorced women were looked down on by the older women. It was hypocritical of those old hags since their husbands barely spoke to them other than to grunt "What's for dinner?". But I digress..." I said taking a long drink of root beer. "My point is you're right, I'm not ready for a committment, I don't know what type of relationship I want yet but it's pretty obvious we're going to need each other so we might as well be more than friends and neighbors. Now don't get me wrong I'm not talking about booty calls but maybe we need some type of honor system if we have more dates. For instance we each get...oh I don't know...three things to say about our exes. If we say more than three at dinner or at home then maybe their should be a punishment like putting a dollar into a jar. Sort of like a swear jar but we'll call it an ex jar. Then maybe next time it's two things, then one, then zero. I'm sure we've both got lots to say about the exes but there's a time and place for that. I know I definitely don't want to be compared to that jerk Steven. But that's just an idea, take it or leave it. The last thing I want to do is place all kinds of rules and restrictions on a relationship that hasn't really started yet." I paused wondering if it had started. I never did know when a couple became "official", most men probably assumed it was after the first time they slept with a girl but I wasn't like those men. I decided it was time to climb down off of my soapbox and get back to the matter at hand.

"The bonfire sounds like a great idea, how about 8?" The club was starting to thin out as the night was getting older. My stomach began knotting wondering how to end this night. I assumed a goodnight kiss at her front door would be fine. It would make feel like I was 17 again and she had kissed me already. But that was a cute spontaneous kiss, mine would require much more thought than that. I rubbed a napkin between my hands trying to keep them clean.
 
Shelia pulled her hand away and exhaled, "I guess there is no denying it. We are good for each other. I feel so safe around you. And at times I feel like a teenager with a crush."

She looked to him and frowned, "I am sorry to hear about how you have been hurt. I can't see why any woman would do anything to risk losing you." She blushed a bit as she smiled, "I mean you are sweet, funny, protective..." She cleared her throat, "And not to mention incredibly sexy."

Shelia leaned back in the chair and said, "I like the ex jar thing. We should do this after the bonfire. At the bonfire we can bemoan about it all together. We can release everything we want to say about them then. But, I have a feeling after tomorrow night I won't have the urge to moan about that jerk ever again. I don't even want to think about him, let alone talk about him."

She leaned more forward, "I would however like to talk more about you. I want to learn more about you. You have been given quite a showing of who I am. I don't even know what you do for a living." She chuckled, "But there is time for that. And just so you know, I am not a tennis pro." She chuckled, "I played in High School but it never went further. I actually haven't played in about a year."

She exhaled, "I am starting to feel a bit fatigued. Just so much has happened today, you know? Anyway, I think I'd like to go home and sleep now." She reached her hand to his again, "If I didn't need sleep I'd stay up talking with you all night I am sure."

Just as she said that "George" walked up behind her. He patted her on the shoulder, "Shelia, that was great as usual." He then pulled a chair near her. The much older black man said, "I have a propsal for you. I'd like you to be part of the house band here. Maybe on weekends you can be a part of us. The crowd loves you and so does the owner. What do you think?" Shelia looked shocked and thought for a moment. She then looked to Ted and back to George, "Well, there is no one to stop me. Sure!" He sighed a sigh of relief, "Great, lady! Great! It will almost be like having your Mother singing here again. How's your Dad?" She smiled, "Dad is doing great. He is spending the weekend with me." He nodded, "Good. Ok. Listen. We practice on Wednesday nights right here. As you know, Wednesday is the only day this place is closed." Shelia nodded, "Ok, what time?" He smiled, "Be here at 7:00. We usually practice until about 11:00. Until we get acclimated with you in the group, it may take longer." He stood and patted her on the shoulder, "See you next Wednesday, Shelia." She smiled and nodded.

When he left she looked to Ted, "Wow. I can't believe this! Steven would have died before letting me do this." She stood and said, "I just hope you come every weekend to listen to me up there. You ready to get out of here?"
 
As we walked out to the car, I confessed my feelings to her. "I feel safe around you too. I guess it's because I can tell you're not after anything like money. If you were you obviously wouldn't be interested in me. I feel like a teenager too. I keep waiting for your dad to call and tell me to have you home by 11 or else you're grounded. As far as my job, it's basically a lot of paperwork. I make sure all the permits and leases are in order for new construction projects. The work isn't that hard and what used to take an 8 hour work day at an office, usually only takes me about 2 hours a day now and half of that is just faxing and emailing. It's a decent living but I worried that telemarketing would isolate me so it's good to know that I can have a social life with you." I said opening her door for her.

I was fighting back yawns as I drove. "Oh by the way congratulations on the singing gig. I'll be there front and center, maybe your dad can come to hear you too."

We pulled into her driveway about 10:30. "So uh...here's the part where I really feel like a teenager. Since we're both starting over tell me what you think would be the best way to end this evening. I'm guessing kiss on the cheek either here in the car or on your porch. But since we're starting something new we might as well start it right." I said tapping my fingers nervously on the gearshift.
 
Shelia couldn't believe the things he said about her. She blushed and was happy he felt this way. When he asked about how to end the date she said, "Well, how about you walk me to my door. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to come around and open my door. Then, give me your hand to help me out of the car." Shelia couldn't help but giggle. It felt like a game they were playing and she found it to be quite fun.
 
I followed her suggestions and opened her door for her. I took her hand and walked her to her door. "So, here we are" I said trying to choke back the nervousness. Twice I leaned in close to her but pulled back each time. "Oh screw it, we're not kids anymore, here!" I felt gravity pull me towards her like our hips were magnetic. A sudden wave of passion swept over me as I kissed her parted lips. My tongue slithered past her lips into her mouth, probing for any response from her. My hands began sliding upwards from the back of her knees towards her buttocks. I quickly removed them and placed them on her face instead. I forced our lips apart with a loud smacking sound. I stared deep into her eyes as my hands framed her face. "Well...goodnight. I'll see you at the bonfire tomorrow, don't forget to bring marshmallows and hot dogs for Buddy." I waved quickly as I backed off of her porch, put my hands into my pockets as I turned and walked away from her. I wanted to turn around and watch her to see if she reached for the doorknob but my conscience told me to keep walking.
 
Shelia was surprised (well she told herself she should be surprised anyway) when he kissed her. Her knees felt weak from the passion of that kiss. She hadn't been kissed like that in years. As he walked away she opened her mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. When he mentioned hotdogs, marshmallows and Buddy she nodded her head and squeaked out an, "Ok."

As she watched his beautiful form walk away she realized something. She had become wet! He had sexually aroused her. As her cheeks flushed she turned for the doorknob. Once inside she closed and locked the door. Then she leaned her back against the door for support for her wobbly knees. She smiled and exhaled slowly.

Shelia then made her way up to her room. Her Dad was already asleep so she bypassed him all together. Once she undressed, showered and was in bed she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. As she laid in bed she found she was touching herself. She sighed and reached into her nightstand. She retrieved a dildo that was about 6 1/2 inches long and two inches around. She slowly slid it into her now wet pussy. Once it was all the way in she moaned softly and then began to slowly move it in and out.

When Shelia reached the feeling of an orgasm coming on she pulled the dildo out of herself. She then turned on her side and brought the knee on top closer to her chest. She then reached behind herself and slowly slid the dildo into her ass. She winced at the slight pain of first entering but kept pushing. She had learned a long time ago to just keep pushing slowly. Once the thing was burried inside of her she began to slowly move it in and out. She imagined Ted doing this to her and then orgasmed. And what an orgasm it was! The best she had in a loooooong time. And this was not even with him. This was from imagining being with him and using a dildo. She knew she had to have this man.

She put the dildo back in the night stand and layed on her back smiling. As she stared up at the ceiling she kept thinking about him. She even wondered, "I wonder how big his cock is?" Soon after she drifted to blissful slumber.

The next morning at breakfast her Dad asked, "Want to spend the day with an old man and go play some golf?" Shelia nodded while munching on her cereal.

As they played golf that day she told him about everything that had happened the night before and she felt about Ted. She ommitted the self gratification dildo sex she had and her desire to have the real thing with Ted, however. Her Dad seemed well pleased and said he would defintitely come see her perform.

On the way home she stopped at the grocery store for a few things. Hotdogs, hotdog buns, ketchup, brown mustard, marshmallows and skewer sticks. She even bought some cans of Dr. Pepper, Sierra Mist and Rootbear. She also bought some bottles of bottled water. She wasn't quite sure what he liked so she wanted to give a few options. Shelia also bought two dog bowls. Their were actually two bowls made side by side. One for water and one for food. She thought if Buddy would go back and forth he should have bowls at both places. She also bought him the best dog food and dog treats there. And then she bought two collars and two leashes. Then of course she bought two bottles of dog shampoo and a few doggy toys. Two of each, of course.

When she returned to the car her Dad said, "I thought you were just getting a few things?" She chuckled, "Well when I got there I found myself in the pet isle and thought of buddy. I got two of everything because Ted and I will be sharing Buddy." Her Dad laughed, "This is going to be one spolied pooch!" Shelia just laughed as her Dad drove them home.

Once at home she put the hotdogs in the refrigerator and set out Buddy's things. She then filled one of the two bowls with water. Then, she oppened up the dog food bag and poured food into the bowl. Shen then carried a bag of dog food, a bottle of dog shampoo, the bowl set, a bag of doggy treats and two doggy squeeky toys to Ted. There was also a blue dog collar and leash. She pushed her elbow into the door bell and waited...
 
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I quickly changed out of my clothes and into a t-shirt. I sat on the couch watching television. As I sipped a bottled water I noticed a bulge growing in my pants. I unbuttoned the fly and scolded my cock, "Where were you about 10 minutes ago? I probably could've got some tonight." I chuckled and tucked him back inside his cotton cavern.

Of course I found Shelia attractive but I didn't want to risk a one night stand. I decided to let her set the pace for the relationship. I could lead with a kiss and be somewhat aggressive but ultimately it would have to be up to her to chose what happened next. She had introduced me to her father which made me feel a little uneasy. On the one hand I was glad to know she was serious and possibly wanted a friends with benefits relationship. But on the other hand I was nervous since I hadn't dated much anyways and I didn't want to get liquored up and propose to Shelia on our third date or so.

I took a shower and lay in bed thinking of Linda. She often slept facing away from me, many times I found her awake chattering away on her cell phone. I would usually just sigh and wrap my arms around a pillow so I could hold something. It wasn't easy being an affectionate man in a loveless relationship. I choked back the tears and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning and decided to work out. I did 10 push ups and was starting to do some bicep curls when Shelia knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw her with her hands full. Easing her burden I took the bag from her and sat it on the table. "Wow!" I exclaimed pulling out the collar and leash "Someone's got a big night planned." I said as I clipped the collar around my neck. "I have plenty of comments about doggystyle but I think I'll let them go." I said watching a look of disdain come across her face. I turned around to see Dr. Greenburg standing there holding a 5 iron. He looked angry but after a moments he spoke. "Hey Ted, do you think my shaft is too long? It sticks out of my bag but I haven't gotten any complaints." We all looked at each other for a moment then the room filled with nervous laughter.

Her father excused himself before I could apologize. He didn't seem to worried about what I had said. If anything he seemed disappointed that I had beat him to the doggystyle comment. I brought Buddy into the house for Shelia and found her on her knees with her ass in the air, putting a box of dog treats under the sink. Something came over me in that moment. I walked up behind her and placed each of my hands firmly on her ass cheeks. I pressed my hips hard into her rear as I covered her eyes with hands and said "Guess who?" I pulled her to her feet but kept her facing away from me. I kissed the nape of her neck as I let my hands glide down her face and to her breasts. I traced the outline of her heaving busom. I stopped abruptly "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. Your dad is right outside and well we shouldn't be doing this..." I said trailing off. Knowing that my idle hands may get me in more trouble I quickly tucked them into my pockets as I walked over and took a seat at the table. I removed my right hand from my pocket and squeezed one of the sqeak toys she had bought. I smiled as the toy made a "meow" sound. A perverted part of me wanted to toss it to Buddy and ask him if he wanted some pussy but my better sense knew not to push my luck.
 
Shelia giggled at Ted at the door. Yet, the thought of him on all fours like a dog all naked before her made her wet. She of course played it off and tried to look annoyed. Especial when her Dad made his presence known. She couldn't even say anything to either of them about it. They all just sort of nervously laughed it off.

Once inside she set about puting Buddies' things out. While she was bent over under the sink she felt hands on her backside. It startled her at first but then she found she liked it. She even liked it when he pressed himself against her. She found her naughty asshole was reacting as well. When she stood, her eyes were closed and she leaned into him. When he apologized and moved away, she actually felt dissapointed.

She looked to hin silence as he sat on the couch with the squeek toy. When he squeeked it, the usually lazy hound dog hoped up and hurried over to Ted. He sat looking up to Ted and released one of his drawn out barks, "Woooooof!" Shelia sat down on the couch next to Ted and laughed, "You'd better give him his toy. I have something for you."
 
She led me to the couch and sat me down. When she told me she had something for me I instinctively shut my eyes. Seconds seemed like an eternity as I squinted and looked out of one eye to see her standing facing away from me. I swallowed hard as she straddled me.

Buddy continued to bark, perhaps out of jealousy. I squeezed the toy and flung it across the room. I looked deep into Shelia's eyes and slowly began pushing her hips back and forth on mine. Our bodies were seperated only by a thin layer of clothing. My heart and mind both raced at lightspeed, wondering what magic lay hidden in her loins. Her ex had mentioned something about anal, which was a fantasy of mine but Linda was too frigid to ever try. But I wanted Shelia to be in control so this wouldn't be something she would regret. I could feel my penis lengthening but did my best to shift it so she wouldn't feel it...yet.

"Shelia," I choked out through parched lips, "So what's the surprise you've got for me?"
 
She nervously smiled down to him, "Me." She then leaned down and pressed her lips to his. As they passionately kissed with wrestling tongues her body began to heat up as she rubbed herself against his body. She pulled her lips from his and looked down into his lovely eyes, "I want you." She reached a hand down to rub his manhood through his pants, "And I know you want me." Before he could say anything she returned her lips to his for another kiss.

Unexpectedly she sat up and quickly dismounted. She had allowed fear to set in again. As she backed away she stammered, "I-I'm sorry. I-I can't. I'm sorry." Tears began to well in her eyes, "I just can't. I'll s-see you later f-for the bonfire."

She hurried to the door and tried to open it. But, she was panicking like a trapped rat and couldn't seem to get her hand to open the door. And now the tears dripped from her eyes to her cheek. She banged her fist on the door and looked to him with a tear stained pale face, "I-I can't get the damned door open!"
 
Shelia was obviously nervous. I assumed her ex had probably abused her so I knew I needed to take things slow. As she pounded the door in frightened frustration, I walked behind her and opened the door for her. Still holding the door I handed her a tissue. She took it and began to dab her tears. I tried my best to angle my body to hide my arousal.

I took her hand and spoke, "You're right, I do want you. However I want it to be mutual and when the time is right. Tonight at the bonfire I can assure you that my intentions will be pure and I won't expect anything from you...sexually. I'm not going to beg you to stay now because I'm sure you would probably be in the comfort of your own home now." We stood there in silence for a few more moments before I finally closed the door behind her.

The rest of the day drug along. I iced my elbow as I looked through photo albums. I decided to keep all pictures of Linda, Jeffrey, and I since I didn't want to forget him and our times together as a family. I was no longer in denial about who his father was and cutting her out of our family photos would provide me with little, if any closure. When I had a shoebox about full of photos, I made my way across the street. Shelia opened the door and we exchanged our pleasantries.

I took a seat on the couch and spoke. "Shelia, I've got the lighter fluid in my car as well as a blanket and a pillow. The blanket is for us to sit on at the park and the pillow is for you to sit on in the car since the springs in my passenger seat are compressed and might jab you. I just wanted to let you know so you won't get freaked out when you see the blanket and pillow in the car. And about this morning, I apologize if my advances were unwelcome, it's been awhile since I've been at this point of a relationship so as you can tell I'm not that great at the fine art of seduction." I rose from my seat to look out the window at my house. I rubbed the curtain fabric between my fingers wondering if she was still in the mood for the bonfire.
 
Shelia sighed and said not a word as she walked to him. She slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. After what seemed like an eternity of her listening to his heart beat she whispered, "All I ever dated was him. And he had me fooled. The only one I ever gave my heart to him and he betrayed me. All I ever had sex with was him. In the beginning it was wonderful and then it became horrible and abusive. The only one I married was him. In the beginning it too was wonderful even though we financially struggled. Then, it became a loveless and abusive marriage. I am just afraid, Ted."

With her arms still wrapped around him she looked up, "I can't stop thinking about you. I seem to crave attention from you. I want to kiss and hug you all the time. You feel so different from him. And you have done nothing wrong. I-I want to love someone. Maybe that person is you." She looked down and then pressed the side of her face to his chest and whispered, "I hope it is you."
 
Shelia's body felt so good pressed against mine. "I hope it's me too." I said stroking her hair.

"I understand you're afraid but I hope you know I won't hurt you. I mean earlier at my house I could've forced myself on you but I know better than that. I know how it feels to be in a loveless marriage. Even though we just met a few days ago I hope it's always like this, I mean I hope we're always glad to see each other and have fun together. I don't think I can bear going through another relationship where I barely speak to the one I'm supposed to be madly in love with. So we don't have to go to the bonfire, I don't know what it would accomplish buring some pictures and birthday cards anyways. I don't want to look too far into the future and miss living in the moment but if you do want a future for us, like I do, it's going to be hard at first. We're both healing from broken hearts so I'm sure neither of us wants to make the first move but we've already had a "big" thing that brought us together, when Steven showed up and I scared him away. I know our kisses were mutual and if you don't mind I'd be satisfied just staying here for the evening and holding you." I said leading her to the couch. We sat down and she stretched her body out so that her head rested on my lap. I brushed her hair away from her eyes with one hand and linked our hands together with the other. She squeezed my hand tightly, looking curiously at the tan line on my ring finger. "The first time I ever took my ring off was when I played tennis the other day. Even though it's just a tiny piece of steel, taking that thing off felt like I lifted a 16 ton anvil off of my shoulders." I said.
 
She took his hand into hers. She then lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed his ring finger. Shelia looked up to him, "Maybe I can kiss her away." She then kissed his finger again. Shelia exhaled and licked her lips, "I think I would like to stay in as well." Shelia then sat up. She leaned on her hip into him as her hand took his face and brought his face close to hers. She gently kissed his lips and pulled away to look into his eyes, "Make love to me tonight." Her lips then pressed against his again. This time the kiss was more eager as her tongue slipped into his mouth. She could feel the rush of excitement fill her body. Fear wanted to rule again but she fought it off as she began to give into emotion and passion. He chest began to rise and fall more sharply as she took one of his hands and brought it up to one of her breasts for him to touch.
 
She guided my hand to her breast. I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath. I had never had anyone tell me to make love to them. I felt honored because for the first time in years I felt desired.

We continued to kiss as I softly squeezed her right breast. My other hand made its way to her left breast. I could feel the outline of her erect nipple pressed against the fabric of her blouse. I groped her blindly, not wanting to break my gaze of looking into her eyes.

Following her lead I guided her hand to my crotch. I pressed her hand against my increasing bulge and guided her hand back and forth to let her feel my excitement for her. I slid my hand under her shirt to feel her breasts. The fabric of her bra was stretched the limit. I helped her slide her shirt over her head as I unfastened her bra. I finally broke free of our kiss and buried my head in her cleavage. The softness of the skin on her breast was soothing against my face. I kissed circles around her nipples using my lips to tug gently on her erect nipples. I stared her shirtless body up and down as I whispered to her "You're gorgeous."
 
She squeezed his large cock and thought to herself, "My God this thing is big!" As he looked up to her and complimented her she smiled, "Thank you, so are you." She then fished his cock out. She looked at for a moment sure it was bigger than Steven. She chuckled, "You are so big!" She closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again as if making sure she was not dreaming. She looked to him, "How big is it? I mean in inches. Steven was 6 1/2 inches. You look much longer than him."
 
As her hand caressed my member I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of blood engulf the head. I stammered and said "W-w-well, you know I'd be lying if I said I never measured it, but honestly it's only 7 inches, but thanks for the compliment." I said flushing. A part of me wanted to resent the fact that she was comparing me to her ex but deep down I knew her intentions were pure so I let it slide.

I gently swatted her hand away long enough to slide my boxers off. I watched her gaze curiously at my trimmed pubic hair but soon her hand returned to my cock. I writhed gently trying to hide my excitement. This was a position I was rarely in, the woman in control and instigating. My pulse quickened as I tried to play it cool. "Look here woman" I said in a jokingly stern voice "If I'm going to sit here naked you're going to join me." I said unfastening her pants. I slid my hand across the silken smooth plains of her panties. I felt a slight dampness in the center. As my fingers grazed her the dampness increased. Pulling her panties to the side I made my fingers walk like a spider until I found the ever increasing nub of her clitoris. I must've took her off guard when I touched it because she pulled quickly to the side, violently twisting my cock. I groaned in pain but quickly returned her hand to its place around my cock to let her know I wasn't hurt and I wanted to continue.

I used one hand to brace myself as I removed the other hand from her soft dampness. I used my free hand to brace the back of her head as I pulled her close for another kiss. I waged a mental war trying to resist the urge to force her head down and make her give me oral pleasure. I ran my fingers through her hair as I slowly thrusted my hips making my cock slide back in forth in her hand.
 
Shelia for once in a very long time was enjoying the anticipation for sex. It was not dread as it usually was. She was filled with excitement and passion. His hand felt so good against er wetness. When he found her numb she was shocked for a moment. Her body seemed to instinctly pull away. When he moaned from the pain of her sharp hand movement she almost lost the mood right then. Shelia didn't want to hurt him in any way. When he pulled her hand back to his engorged cock she knew all was well.

When he began thrusting his hips she stood up and dropped all of her clothing on the floor. She smiled down to him, "Now you are going to get it, sexy man." With a small chuckle she positioned her body between his legs. She lowered her mouth down onto his pulsing cock. With all of the forced deep throating Steven made her do, her throat had become trained in the art of deep throating without gagging. Even though Ted was a bit larger in length and width she was confident she could adjust.

She licked the tip enjoyng the tast of pre-cum. Shelia believed he had gone awhile without sex. So, she knew he wouldn't last long. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and then she would get him erect again and move it up to his bedroom.

Her mouth then began sliding up and down along his shaft inch by inch. Once she had swallowed him all the way down she brought her head up again sliding her tongue along his length as she did. She took a breath of air and slid her mouth all the way down again. Shelia loved this feeling of swallowing him whole and her face pressed against his trimmed pubic area. She began doing this a bit faster. But when it was all the way down her throat she made swallowing movement with her throat to massage his cock in an effort to milk him. She brought her mouth of him and said, "Cum in my mouth, Ted." She then resumed the deepthroating.
 
Shelia began deepthroating like a pro. I had never had a good blowjob so I was fighting every urge to release, no matter how much she wanted. As she moved up and down her cheeks pushed in, letting my cock feel the soft warmth of her mouth. My mind race at the thought of the soft warmth between her legs.

When she inhaled my entire length I had to brace myself on the couch. Her throat had such furious power, I feared she may swallow me whole. The friction of her tonge combined the smooth ridges of the roof her mouth were too much. "Oh Shelia" I said throwing my head backwards. My instinct was to shut my eyes but I was witnessing something I had only dreamt about and I wanted to watch every moment. I moved her hand to my balls so she could feel them jump when my orgasm occurred. Her rapid up and down movements ceased. Still holding my cock in her mouth she seemed puzzled. "Shelia I haven't even jacked off in weeks so when I cum it's going to be a lo...oooh" I said, feeling a pressure build up in my pubic region then release.

My first blast of semen cleared the path for the rest. A mighty second blast hit the roof of her mouth and then made its way back onto my cock head. The other bursts bubbled underneath the large glob of cum on the cock head. It provided perfect lubrication to soothe her ever increasingly raw throat. I stood up forcing her onto her knees and began thrusting in her mouth. For every thrust I gave she gave a counterthrust. My hardness refused to go away as I began to pull my cock out of her mouth so she could breathe. I wondered if I would see a shiny cock licked clean or a cummy mess. I tried to speak to say anything romantic or comforting but my lips failed me as they quivered, allowing only small gasping sighs of contentment escape.
 
Shelia licked him clean and giggled within herself. She had turned him into a quivering mass and liked that feeling of power. Shelia stood and looked down to him, "We are not finished. Let's take this up to your bed room." She reached her hand down to him and chuckled, "There is much more pleasure to be had I can assure you. For once in a very long time, I am willing and eager to please." She started up the stairs and said with a sexy smile over her shoulder, "Don't keep me waiting too long."
 
I forced myself to follow her although I wasn't recovered yet and my knees nearly buckled. "You know it's not easy to run up stairs with half a hard on" I said staying about two steps behind her "but I'm enjoying the view from back here." I said watching her tight firm ass move from side to side with each step.

I fell to my knees at the top of the stairs and crawled after her. I wanted to take her right then and there on the floor but I didn't want to ruin her first chance at romantic sex in her life. I grabbed her ankles and shimmied my way up her magnificent form until I stood behind her, my cock resting in the dimple formed where her back meets her ass.

"I know you want to please me but what about your pleasure?" I asked kissing the nape of her neck. I paused for a second replaying my question. Here was a woman who just wanted to make love to me, every guy's dream but I had to be a gentleman about the situation. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable and fear another rape from behind, I made my way to the bed. My sticky cock head had slight trouble pulling away from her silky smooth skin. I sat on the bed and smoothed a place next to me. "Room for one more." I said patting the comforter.
 
She never had a man on his knees before her. The sight of his handsome face and sexy body before her like this sent chills all over her body. When he climbed up her body to his feet she wanted to just push him back down, mount him and ride him like she was a blackstallion breaking his filly. She had never known such lust and freedom.

Retaining her composure she answered him as he liad out on the bed. She could not help but release a small gasp as she admired him, "Oh, you will pleasure me too. When I said there was more pleasure to be had, I didn't mean just yours."

She laid on the bed next to him and spread her legs slightly. She took his hand and guided it to her wet pussy, "Want to return the favor?"
 
My hand seemed frozen on her pussy, not knowing what do next. I ran the tip of my index finger down the length of her pussy taking special care not to penetrate her damp hole. I parted her legs more and began kissing the area around her navel. Her hips bucked slightly as I said "Oh I'll get to you pretty pussy. It's been awhile but I haven't forgot where it's at." I chuckled in a heavy pant as I rained kisses upon her flesh. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small V shape. I could smell a faint scent of roses. I assumed it must've been her soap.

The tip of my tongue grazed her clit as I blew softly on her hot flesh. I licked carefully around the lips of her pussy. My cheeks brushed against her thighs as my face was now buried in her muff. I could barely breathe but the humidity only increased the passion. I licked her as if I was eating an ice cream cone. Her pussy lips were stuck together by moisture as I used my tongue to part them. Although my head shadowed the area I could finally see the inner sanctum of her pink slit. Her vagina was tiny and no doubt tight. Her ex must've not taken the time to explore her and give her pleasure, I doubt he ever gave her more than 15 minutes in the bedroom. I began wondering if I would hurt her when and if she let me penetrate her. I let my tongue dance down the her fleshy rosebud. I licked the edge of her asshole hoping she wouldn't mind. Her body didn't seem to be objecting but her pussy demanded attention too. Still rimming her ass I slid my pinky into her pussy. Immediately the pink flesh gripped my finger and barely gave it room to move. A burst of blood shot to my cock at the thought of being enveloped by her tightness.

"Shelia" I panted breathing onto and into her pussy, "I don't know if you can squirt but if you can and I can make you the invitation stands for you to cum on my face and in my mouth.." I said before burying my face in her fleshy mound. The only sounds the escaped me during the next few minutes were muffled moans of pleasure.
 
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