They made love once more before Bill left. This time he let Alice do all the work, on top of him sliding up and down his cock. He loved watching her round, full tits bounce up and down as she brought herself to orgasm, then sliding down and taking him in her mouth to finish him off. For Bill, it was the end of a night of sex that he had not experienced in a long time. He had taken Alice’s virginity in both holes as well as plenty of oral sex. They did it in the living room, bedroom, kitchen and shower.
Now, he was driving home at 10:00 in the morning and regretting what he had done. Sure the booze had a lot to do with it, but he should have had more control. She was an insecure, slightly overweight 18-year old and he was a 43-year old alcoholic. This relationship was headed nowhere fast.
Alice sat in her kitchen wondering whether she had been dreaming. Did she just spend the night with her friend’s father? Did she loose her virginity? Did she really get off on the rough sex? Most of all, did she really see Sister Rose in the window?
Her body answered all of these questions except for the last one. The last question was the most perplexing. Certainly Sister Rose would have banged on the door if she saw Mr. Walters having sex with her, especially the rough, no-holds-barred kind that she and Mr. Walters had in the kitchen. But when Alice had looked a second time, there was no one in the window and she did not bother to mention it to Mr. Walters.
Bill rolled into his driveway, went inside, took a long shower and lay on his bed. By now it was 11:00 and he was exhausted. He closed his eyes for a minute and the next thing he knew, the doorbell was ringing. Glancing at the clock next to his bed, he realized he had just slept for six hours. He grabbed his robe and threw it on and headed for the front door. Peering through the window, he saw Alice standing there and he opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he let her in.
“The seniors had an afternoon game today and I thought I’d come over afterwards to see you,” Alice replied. “Aren’t you happy to see me, Mr. Walters?”
“Of course I am,” Bill replied “but you should call first in case I have company.”
“OK, sorry,” Alice replied. She unsnapped her jacket, in St. Catherine school colors of red and white with her name stitched on the shoulder, and opened it up. “You like?” she asked.
Bill had to chuckle to himself. She was the cliché of every porn site. Alice was a cheerleader and was wearing her uniform that was a short red and white number, white ankle socks and white sneakers. Her hair was done in two ponytails hanging from either side of her head.
“Did you get dressed up for me?” Bill asked.
“Well,” Alice replied, “I had to cheer at the game and I figured maybe you’d like to see me in my uniform. A lot of those movies I was telling you about had girls dressed as cheerleaders.”
Bill remembered the movies that Alice had described watching. They were typical porn movies with lots of women servicing men with kinky, rough sex. They were Alice’s initiation to sex and to her they were the norm.
Bill’s cock twitched under his robe. She did look sexy in her outfit and Bill’s reluctance to continue their relationship started to sway. He stepped close to Alice and wrapped his arms around her.
“And what happened to the cheerleaders in the movie?” he asked her.
“Lots of stuff,” Alice replied. “They fucked a lot. Some got tied up and forced to have sex.” She lifted her lips up to meet Bill’s and kissed him. Bill returned the kiss hard and long, sliding his tongue into Alice’s mouth. Breaking off, he took Alice by the hand and led her into the kitchen.
“Throw your jacket on the chair,” he said as he opened the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured two shots. Offering one to Alice, he clinked the glasses together and toasted. “Here’s to an interesting evening.”
Taking her hand again, he led Alice down the hall and into his bedroom. Standing behind her, he reached around and groped her firm breasts as he kissed her neck and ear. He ground his hard cock into her back.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Yes Mr. Walters,” she replied. “I’ve been thinking of you all day.”
“Good,” Bill said as he led her to the bed. “Lie down and I’ll be right with you.”
“Do you want me to get undressed?” she asked.
“No, honey. We’ll do that when we need to,” was Bill’s answer.