Grace Ch 16

As I drove home from my stunning encounter with Grace's ass, I had a smile on my face the whole way. We had cleaned ourselves up after a while, put the toys and lube away, and thrown the towel right into the wash to cover our tracks discreetly. With our clothes back on, Grace walked me to the door. It was dark and fairly cold out, but she slipped on a puffy jacket and walked me out. Before I left, though, I felt like I had to clear the air.

"Grace," I asked as we crunched across the gravel, "I hope you know how amazing tonight was."

She took my arm and squeezed it, her face shining up at me.

"I do know," she said happily, but there was a shadow in her eyes.

"And I know you're mature enough to understand that we can't be doing this all the time, right?"

She nodded again, but stayed quiet.

"Remember the whole can't-take-you-to-the-prom thing?" I said, trying to lighten the mood.

She giggled despite the serious tone of the conversation.

"That's what we have to hold onto."

I stopped beside my car, leaned against it, and pulled her into me with my arms around her waist. She stood quietly, looking at me and clearly working to figure this all out.

"Also, you know that I'm going to keep seeing your mom," I said as neutrally as I could. "And I'm sure you guys are going to talk about what goes on like you did last weekend, right?"

She nodded and a smug expression crept across her face.

"So you're still okay with that, and we just happened to have an amazing time tonight, AND you really worked hard to get your paper done as well. The whole day is a win."

It wasn't much of a conclusion, but it was all I could come up with. I waited while she ruminated.

"I'm cool with you and mom," she said at last. "And I'm cool with us working together. And I know you can't be my boyfriend or anything. I just hope..." she trailed off.

"Hope what, Grace?" I prodded.

"I just hope that we can...you know, still have some time for other stuff."

"I hope so, too," I admitted candidly. "It's pretty fucking great!"

That drew a real smile from my former student.

"We'll have to play it by ear, though," I added as a caution. "We can't let you and me having some fun mess up the other things going on, you know?"

"I know," she said earnestly. "I just like the way you make me feel."

"I like the same about you, babe. You're an amazingly sexy young woman, and I know I'm ridiculously lucky that we can do ANY of this!" I finished with a grin.

"You're a goof!" she chided, but she was clearly much happier and she stood on tiptoe to give me a quick kiss goodbye.

"And YOU are a goof with a sweet ass!" I jibed back, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Hey!" she objected suddenly. "I'm a little...sore...back there!"

I was suitably chastened and kissed her softly as I whispered "Sorry!" against her lips.

"See you next time?" she asked in her normal chirpy voice as she stepped back.

"Absolutely. Work day on Thursday."

With that, I turned away and opened the door. She walked back to the steps as I started the car, and waved when I looked back at her. I gave her a quick wave in response and headed out.

Once I was home, I took a long shower and replayed the whole evening in my mind. That train of thought got me all turned on again, and I had to relieve my tension before I got out of the shower. I came hard under the scalding water, a vision of Grace's face dancing before my eyes as I remembered the incredible tightness of her ass.

After I was dry, I realized quickly that grading or prep was out of the question, so I poured myself a bourbon-and-water and stretched out on the couch to watch some Netflix. As I drowsed, I resolved two things: to get up early and do some work, and to do whatever I had to so Grace didn't get too attached. After an hour, I gave up on my show and went to bed.

Wednesday brought a nice surprise: a snow day. The school was not requiring virtual teaching anymore, so I had a chance in the morning to catch up on work while still in my sweats. By 10 o'clock, I was done and stretched back on the couch sipping one last cup of coffee. That's when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was from Lindsey, and it started out purely conversational.

"Can you believe they called off school for 2 inches of snow?"

"Not really," I typed back, "but I'm OK with it." Then I tacked on a zzz-sleepy emoji and hit send.

"Poor baby!" came the reply. "Working too hard?"

"Must be," I replied.

"You live off of exit 29, right?"

"Yup. Why's that?"

"I told Grace I had to run some errands" came the response.

Before I could think of what to say, a wink emoji popped up. Ah, I said to myself, she's horny and I'm home all day! It seemed only fair that she came to my place for once, so I sent back a drooling face and then typed in my address.

"11:30" came back, along with a peach icon.

I sent back a thumbs-up, added a tongue for good measure, and then got up to straighten up the condo a little bit. I was pretty neat usually, so all I did was make the bed and make sure the bathroom was clean. Then I hopped in the shower, dried off, put my sweats back on, and lit a fire in the fireplace. A quick look in the fridge showed that I could feed a guest if need be, so I made another pot of coffee and sat back down to wait.

When Lindsey knocked, I sprang up and quickly opened the door. It was surreal to see her here after all my visits to her palatial house, and I was a little uncertain how she would see me once she saw my place. To forestall that discomfort, I opened the door a crack and peeked out.

"Can I help you?" I asked coldly.

"Yes," she replied formally. "I believe you're the swine who molested my daughter. May I come in and discuss the matter?"

"Molest is a very hostile word," I said in an aggrieved tone. "I prefer to say enjoyed!"

She broke character first and laughed.

"Fine! You enjoyed her. Now let me in!"

I swung the door wide and bowed courteously. She grinned and strode past me, stopping to kick off her boots on the slate of the entryway.

"I like it!" she exclaimed, walking slowly around and taking in the mix of old and new.

I saw her smile as she brushed her finger along the carved top of a chair. When she got to the patio doors, she pushed aside the shade and looked out at the snowy grass leading back into the woods.

"This is nice, Steve. It looks like you."

"Thank you," I said simply, glad of her approval.

"Nice fire, by the way!" she said with a grin. "Trying to get romantic on me?"

"Just keeping my options open," I answered in a confidential voice.

"Got any coffee?"

"Sure. One lump or two?"

"Two with milk, please," she said quietly.

I left her there and went into the kitchen to make two cups. When I brought them back, she was perched on the wide black slate of the hearth, running her hand along the smooth curve of the cherry wood edging. I set the cup on the warm stone and sat down at the other end. The fire crackled between us, throwing heat through the mesh screen.

"Is Grace doing okay?" she asked after a long silence.

"How do you mean?" I asked in response.

"Everything. School. You. Us."

"Oh, THAT everything," I said with a gentle smile. "She's okay all around, I think."

"Did you guys talk?" she asked, her gaze serious still.

"We did. She's cool."

"Tell me what she said, please," Lindsey replied in soft tones.

"Well, she said she could still work with me even after we...fooled around. And she did finish her essay on her own."

"That's good to hear," Lindsey admitted.

"And I told her I wanted to keep seeing you and she was all for it. She said I'm making you happy."

"That's true, and it's nice she's mature enough to see that," she said, sounding more motherly. "It's also good for ME to hear that we're still a thing!" she added with a slight smile.

I smiled back and continued: "Also, she knows that she and I can't be a regular thing because of the age difference. I told her I'd get fired if I tried to take her to the prom or something stupid like that, and she gets it."

"Does she want to keep...fooling around with you?" she asked, her voice quiet again.

That, I thought, was the heart of the matter.

"She didn't say that. She knows it can't go anywhere, though, and that's what matters, right? I don't want her crushing on me because I've seen it happen before and it hurts everyone."

"So who do you want to be with?" she asked, not looking at me.

"You. I want to be with you, Lindsey. Things have gotten pretty confused, but that's one thing I'm sure of. Grace said I'm making you happy. Well, you're making ME happy."

"You always have a good answer," she said, rolling her eyes in mock disgust and sounding more like her normal self.

"Teacher training," I said absently. "We're quick on our feet!"

She actually chuckled at that one.

"You were pretty quick to come over yesterday when you knew I wouldn't be there!" she said, but this time she was teasing me.

"Hey! I'm a dedicated teacher!" I said in pompous tones.

That drew a snort rather than a chuckle.

"So tell me, mister dedicated teacher...did anything happen yesterday?"

"You mean you and Grace didn't drink a bunch of wine and share your secrets?" I said incredulously. "What's wrong with you two?"

She laughed and blushed.

"Oh, shit! She told you about that?"

I nodded, grinning at her.

"And what did she tell you?"

"Well..." I said as if I was having trouble remembering, "I seem to remember that YOU told HER ...that WE had been fooling around and ME...well, I put MY finger in YOUR butt and...YOU said felt really good!"

"Oh, my god! I can't believe I told my fucking daughter about that!"

"Ya did," I said, nodding at her with an evil grin.

"So what did she say about it?" she asked, laughing at herself with some embarrassment.

"You won't get mad?"

"Promise."

"Well, she asked me if I would do the same to her."

That brought Lindsey's laugh to an end suddenly. She didn't look mad, but intrigued.

"So? Did you?"

"I did. It was actually really cute. She finished her essay early so that we would have time."

"Oh my god, I raised a horny little schemer!"

The laugh was back, at least.

"I actually thought to myself like mother, like daughter at one point yesterday," I told her with a wry smile.

"Well, that works both ways," she said with a provocative lilt to her voice.

"How's that?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

"When you said put your finger in her ass just now, I got totally wet. I swear to god!"

"You've said before that it makes you horny to think about Grace and me, right?"

"Yeah, I know. This was just so sudden! Do you think it's weird?"

"Me? Hell, no! I'm just hoping to take advantage!" I added with a leer.

"Well come on, mister quick-on-his-feet...show me your damn bedroom!"

In a flash, we were up and moving across the room, our coffees forgotten. We both shed clothes as we went and by the time we got to the bedroom, we were naked. I was a step ahead and threw back the comforter and top sheet. Lindsey dove in full length and bounced to the middle with her hair flying around her face, laughing all the while. I climbed in and lay down facing her. Before we kissed, she reached down and pulled the covers back up and over us, leaving only our faces exposed, sharing a pillow. Then our lips met and my arm went around her waist as she snuggled in close. Her knee went up and over my thigh and I felt the slick heat of her pussy against my skin, which made me grin as I pushed against her.

"What!" she exclaimed, pulling back an inch. "I TOLD you I was horny!"

Before I could reply, she disappeared. The covers dropped to the pillow as she spun herself under them and grabbed my hardening cock, sucking it almost immediately into her mouth. I heard her moan happily as she sucked and milked my cock, urging me to grow harder, faster. I groaned myself and did exactly that, rolling onto my back to give her a better angle. She clambered between my legs and tickled my balls, working very effectively in the dark. When she was satisfied with my erection, she crawled up my body and laid herself on my chest, her knees on either side of my hips. Her head popped out just above mine and she looked down somewhat wildly, a faint glow of sweat on her brow already.

"Now we're BOTH ready!" she crowed as her hands fumbled behind her to steer my cock into place.

Lindsey got me lined up and slammed herself back and down, splitting her pussy open in one hard push and forcing my cock all the way inside her.

"Fuck!" she cried as her back arched.

Her hands thumped down onto the sheets beside my shoulders and she closed her eyes, pistoning herself almost frantically onto me. Just as I had done with Grace, I took advantage of her position and grabbed her bouncing breasts, squeezing her sharply and then pinching and pulling her nipples. I didn't have to be as careful with Lindsey, though, and I mauled her breasts mercilessly in time with her thrusts. She kept up a steady stream of groans as the sensations rocked through her.

Because the lights were on, I could see a flush rising across her sternum and knew she was getting close. To speed things along, I let go of her nipples and pulled her down on top of me, mashing her breasts into my chest. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I rammed my hips upward, spearing myself deeply inside her while urging her hips down against me. Lindsey responded with a loud moan and laid her head on my shoulder, pulling herself down against me harder by grabbing my upper arms. Again and again I filled her aching need, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could, ignoring the rising tide inside me as I tried to get her off.

"Oh...my...god!" Lindsey hissed between thrusts, "I'm...so...CLOSE!"

I took a deep, ragged breath and kept my pace going.

"I'm there too!" I gasped when I could.

"God...yes!" she replied. "Cum...with...me!"

Desperate to bring on her climax before I lost control, I pushed my hands deeping between her firm buttocks, letting my fingertips push against her anus. I also twisted my head down to capture her lips and kissed her frantically. She moaned against my lips happily and her tongue flicked out to meet mine.

"Fuck, Linds!" I warned her with a groan, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" she wailed, each word emphasized by a frantic pull down and thrust of her hips onto my swollen, throbbing cock.

That last set did it for me and I threw my hips upward, impaling her and pulling her ass down as hard as I could to get every millimeter inside her as I exploded. Her pussy throbbed wildly around me and our spasms seemed to line up perfectly--I shot stream after stream of cum inside her and she milked my pulsing cock as her own orgasm rattled through her. Our kiss broke as our bodies arched uncontrollably and we held each other tight, lost in waves of pleasure.

I relaxed first, and my butt came back down to the sheet, bringing Lindsey down with me. My embrace moved from her ass up to her waist and I held her close as she shivered wordlessly on top of me. I could still feel her fluttering muscles surround my shaft, milking every last drop out of me as I softened. Once again, I felt a tinge of envy at the power of the female orgasm, but I buried the thought with a tired, happy smile and stroked her sides as she came down to Earth. Her neck relaxed at last and her cheek came down onto my shoulder again facing away from me. I smiled to myself and breathed deeply and slowly, coaxing her subliminally to do the same. I could feel the rise and fall of her ribcage under my forearms and kept my hands still. Her body was warm and smooth and felt amazing on top of mine.

When my cock popped out of her pussy, releasing a dribble of cum, I expected a giggle or a comment, but nothing came. I kept still for another minute, suspecting she was right on the edge of sleep and not wanting to disturb her. When I felt her breathing deeply and evenly, I turned slowly onto my side, rolling her with me. Her face stayed on my shoulder but her hips and shoulders slid off and sank into the memory foam softly. As carefully as I could, I withdrew my trapped arm, keeping the other one around her soothingly until I could tell she was settled. Then I tugged the covers around her and slid backward off the bed. She looked calm and beautiful and vulnerable as she slept on my pillow. Don't fall in love, I cautioned myself. She's married, and that's not yours to change! With that depressing thought, I walked back out to the living room, gathering my clothes as I went and dressing in front of the fire. I added another log and sat down by the renewed heat, sipping my neglected coffee.

An hour later, I was in the kitchen trying not to clank things too much when Lindsey reappeared. She was wearing my fleece robe and it brushed the tops of her feet. Her dark hair was tousled and her eyes smiled although they were bleary with sleep still.

"Hey," she said as she leaned against the counter across from me.

"Hey yourself," I answered with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Making lunch. I hope you like paninis."

"I love paninis. Sorry I fell asleep!"

I laughed and said, "Don't worry--it was probably my fault!"

She smiled sweetly, her eyes dancing now, and agreed: "You did work me pretty hard in there!"

"You weren't the only one ready to go!" I assured her slyly.

Five minutes later, we were on the couch eating turkey-and-swiss paninis and sipping iced tea.

"I had no idea you were so domestic," she said during a pause.

No quick answer came to mind, so I shrugged and took another bite.

"I like it," she said simply. "I know this has to be a fling, but I really liked waking up in your bed, and being in your house."

"Lindsey," I said finally, "you don't have to explain anything. I like being with you, too, and we both know how things are. So let's just be together when we can and not feel badly, okay? You make me happy. I make you happy. That's enough. That's actually a lot these days!"

"So fucking sensible!" she said, smiling to show that she was teasing.

We finished our sandwiches in companionable silence, glancing at the fire occasionally and smiling when our eyes met.

At the top of the stairs, an old-fashioned clock chimed twice. Lindsey twisted her head to see where the sound was coming from and then looked back at me.

"What's upstairs?" she asked.

"Office. Sex chamber. Chains and whips."

"Nice. Some other time?" she asked, wide-eyed and innocent.

"For sure."

"I actually do have to get back," she said regretfully.

"God, I hate that clock!" I muttered.

Lindsey almost laughed, but then stood up and began to assemble her tossed-aside wardrobe. She followed the trail into the bedroom while I cleared dishes and she reappeared fully dressed. I dried my hands and walked her back to the door.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" she asked quietly as she put on her coat.

"That's the plan," I answered with equal reserve, sorry to see her go.

"Is this visit number ten?" she asked.

"It actually is," I said with a smile.

"So make sure I get my money's worth, you student-enjoyer!"

"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say, ma'am!" I replied, laughing and nodding my head.

Suddenly, Lindsey grew serious and stepped up in front of me. Her arms went around my neck and she stood on tiptoe to kiss me softly.

"Thanks for letting me come over. Thanks for letting me fall asleep in your arms. Thanks for all of it."

"I'm glad you came," I said as I kissed her back. "No pun intended. I'm just happy you're here."

"I know what you mean," she whispered before she turned to go.