1. This story features hardcore but non-goal oriented coital activity (that's hardcore sex for you non-wiseasses out there). If that isn't your thing or if you are under 18, back out of this website.
2. There are elements of anal, romance, and erotic couplings in this story. However, IMHO, it fits best in erotic couplings, so it is there.
3. This story has nothing to do with reality. Anyone looking for reality needs to move on.
4. This is my first attempt to self-edit a story. As such, all mistakes are mine. Whether you think that I got something right or wrong, comments are always welcome. Please just keep them civil and constructive.
First, the stuff that most people will ask about, even if most of it isn't pertinent to the story:
Cast of relevant characters:
Gladys, 33, 5' 9", 130 pounds, short, spiky blonde hair, 34A. Best physical attribute: Legs. The kind that go on for days.
Theodore, 35, 6' 2", 170 pounds, very short brown hair. Goes by Ted. A little more than 6 1/4 inches long, but very thick. Skinny. Best physical attribute: An incredibly long tongue, one which he didn't show off, but put to good use as often as possible.
It sounds like a cliché, but Gladys and Ted met one Friday evening while in a market shopping for food.
Ted's hand closed around the organically-grown squash only to find another hand already there. That hand was attached to a tall woman with incredibly long legs clad in a skirt that showed them off to good effect.
He cleared his throat and spoke, without letting go of the squash.
"I'm sorry. Do you want this?"
The woman turned and looked at him, seeing someone that was both taller than her (kind of rare) and very thin. The jeans worked on him though.
"Well, I did, but I'll get by without it. I'll just get some broccoli. I think that it goes better with the salsa I've got, anyway."
Ted thought about this for a moment and said, "It's only for a spaghetti sauce that I'm making. I should probably put zucchini in it anyway. In other words, take it. Please."
Gladys listened to this, and made a decision. "Tell you what. Make the sauce with the squash. Just give me some so it'll be as if I had the squash, too."
A little surprised by her forwardness, Ted recovered quickly. "I'll do just that. My sauce is pretty good, if I say so myself, but one thing that I've never learned is how to make a small amount of sauce. Sharing it with someone will be good."
"Wait. Is it a vegan sauce? Mind you, I'm not criticizing the choice, but it's not mine," advised Gladys.
Ted assured her, "Nope. Don't let me looking for an organically-grown veggie fool you; I just like this brand of squash because of the way it cooks up. I always add some browned up ground beef to my sauce."
Satisfied about this, Gladys teased him a little. "What? No meatballs?"
"Nope. I like to cook, but making those is way too much work," said Ted.
"Well, since we're going to be sharing a meal, we should probably introduce ourselves," suggested Gladys. She led by example. Letting go of the squash and offering a long-fingered hand, "I'm Gladys and I'm more of a baker than a cook."
Taking the offered hand, Ted responded, "I'm Ted, and desserts are up to you. Does Sunday afternoon work for you?"
"Sure, if I can bring the pasta. And the after dinner sweets."
Ted thought this was a great idea and said so.
Obviously reluctant, they parted, but not before touching their cell phones together in order to exchange contact info.
On Saturday, Ted called Gladys, and after some small talk, observed, "I was making the sauce and realized that my address isn't in my phone. Do you want it?"
"Yup. Otherwise, a lot of this pasta will go to waste. And I was going to call you for the address, but you beat me to it."
After Ted gave her his location, directions on how to get there, and timing, they both had to beg off of the call -- while both felt the spark of, well, something, Gladys had made some prior commitments and Ted had stuff on his stove and didn't want to burn down his place.
The next afternoon, Gladys showed up at Ted's place at the appointed time, pasta and baked goods in hand.
Soon, his house was filled with the aromas of pasta boiling and spaghetti sauce heating up. And the scent of some garlic bread in Ted's oven.
When dinner was served, Ted asked Gladys, "Wine, beer, or water? I have them all. I usually prefer wine with dinner, but if the company's right, beer or water will work."
"If the wine is sweet, I'll do that, otherwise water is fine," answered Gladys.
"OK, then wine it is."
They settled down to his table, and started talking, touching each other. A lot.
Gladys observed, "I can see and taste the squash and other veggies in your sauce, which is fantastic, by the way. What's your secret?"
"Well, garlic, of course," Ted replied, "And patience. Any cook can slap together the same ingredients in just an hour or so, but to make a good sauce, the ingredients have to be simmered together for hours."
"Well, this works, so ya got that right. Also, the sauce has a bit of a kick. What'd you use to spice it up?"
"Well, garlic, again. Any good sauce has lots of garlic, of course. Plus, I put in a small can of tomato sauce with green chilies in it. I used to use a sausage, but those were too inconsistent, even when bought from the same place. Sometimes, the 'mild' ones were boringly weak-tasting, but the "medium" ones were too spicy. And the following time, it'd be reversed. Drove me nuts, for a while, but I experimented and learned what worked."
When talking to each other, they found out that they had a lot in common -- both liked wine with dinner (which they already knew), were light drinkers, switching to water after they finished off their glasses of wine, were outdoorsy types, with Gladys being a runner and Ted a mountain biker, and liked their sports.
However, this was one area where they also disagreed -- Ted was a big soccer guy while Gladys was a fan of pro baseball.
Here, they were going to 'agree to disagree' until Gladys pointed that baseball and soccer weren't that different.
As Gladys noted wisely, "Critics say that the game is low-scoring and slow; fans of the game say it subtle and nuanced. Am they talking about baseball or soccer?"
They talked for hours, talking to each other for so long that they had use Ted's microwave to reheat the sauce and the pasta a couple of times.
They didn't have sex that night, but they began the visit as two people getting to know each other but finished as a couple.
Ted sealed the deal on their relationship when Gladys had to leave, when seeing that it was already dark out, he walked her to her car, and once there, initiated a chaste kiss.
When Gladys pulled back he thought he had misread the situation and started to panic, but quickly changed his mind when Gladys leaned in, pulled him closer, and not-so-chastely returned the kiss. Their tongues danced in a way that told each other they wanted more.
Their hands were squeezing each other's backs and asses and things might have progressed more physically when they were interrupted by someone driving by them.
Seeing the couple making out in the street, the driver honked the horn, breaking their moods.
Standing with their foreheads together and using their hands to caress each other, they promised "Next time..."
With each of them expecting that their next meeting would have a different, and more lust-sating, outcome, Ted helped Gladys into her car.
Within days, they were exclusively dating each other. They didn't say anything about the "exclusive" part, it just happened.
And they had sex, a lot.
They found that they had a lot in common there, too. Both were orally-oriented -- one almost always had their lips and tongue fastened to the other, somewhere, even when they were simply fucking, and both were ass-oriented -- not just the holes (where there were lots of nerve endings to be stimulated) but sometimes just a hand on a cheek would be enough to send the other into overdrive. They hadn't experienced anal copulation yet, but not because of a lack of desire. Gladys was reluctant about taking Ted's girth there.
Still, neither was complaining. Everything else was very satisfying, and when they were naked and got that close to one another, desire took over and they usually came long before even one of them thought about putting Ted's cock in Gladys' ass.
Fingers and tongues? Went there all the time.
One other thing Ted learned about Gladys was that she was very "handsy" during sex -- her hands always were doing something, or holding something, or even stroking something. He had no problem with that.
Things were going along swimmingly -- not only was there a lot of sex that both thought was great, but they genuinely liked each other, listening to what each had to say. Many of the times that they were together, they didn't just take off their clothes other than to go to sleep. They just liked to talk.
While both still had their own places, the relationship had progressed to the point where most nights, one of them was with the other.
They made one compromise -- there was no running or biking when they were together. They hiked together. It was outside, which they both liked, and she got to use her feet and legs, while Ted got to see some of the terrain he biked through.
Though, when she was ahead of him, usually wearing shorts, he admired the view in front of him more than the scenery around him.
Of course, turnabout was fair play. When he was in front of Gladys, she was the one admiring the view.
Yes, things were going well -- until Gladys dropped a bomb on Ted. Two bombs, actually.
After one of their sessions, Gladys was hungry, wanted some pizza, and ordered one for delivery.
When it arrived, she put on her clothes and grabbed her credit card from her purse.
When the delivery person asked, she signed for it, with Ted looking over her shoulder -- he was hungry too, after their activities.
"M. Gladys _____" were the words on the reader.
Ted waited until the door was closed before asking, " 'M.'?"
