Light From The Darkness Ch 08

After Lauren told me about her fantasy for Thanksgiving, we set about trying to figure out how to make it happen. As the days passed by, I started to go to lunch almost daily with Taylor and our friendship continued to blossom. Neither one of us brought up the kiss, but I always left her feeling like I wanted something more.

Unfortunately for Stacy and I, an illness ran through her house, first hitting her, followed by her kids, and she was unable to get away to give me a blowjob in the weeks before Thanksgiving.

Lauren and I finally settled on a plan to make her fantasy come true and I was incredibly excited for it, as was she. In order to make it happen, Lauren and her kids came over Wednesday night for a sleep over. As we unloaded her, her carrying bags for the kids and me carrying food, we shared a knowing glance of what we were about to try to pull off.

That night, we made a couple of pizzas and ate them while we all watched a movie. I sat up the basement for the kids to sleep in, keeping them away from us and letting them have their own space.

After the kids fell asleep, Lauren and I went to my bedroom, falling asleep after making out for a few minutes. We both wanted more, but knew that we had to wait. We fell asleep with her back to me, my groin pressed into her back, and my arm wrapped around her side.

Lauren's alarm went off first and I wrapped myself in the blanket as she crawled out of bed to go start cooking the Thanksgiving dinner. I had a slight smile on my face as I watched her pull on some leggings and left the room, closing my eyes and waiting for my alarm.

When it went off a short time later, I crawled out of bed and went to find Lauren. She was in my kitchen, having just put the turkey in the oven and was getting out ingredients for something else. She had her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, was wearing black leggings and a black t-shirt, plus had put on a cooking apron she had brought from her house.

I walked up behind her, placed my hands on her hips, and leaned down to kiss her neck. Lauren moaned as I pushed my groin, with my semi-hard cock, into her butt and started to grind it. I used my grip on her hips to move her body from side-to-side, as Lauren pushed her butt into me and tilted her head to the side, giving me easier access to kiss more of her neck.

As I grew harder in the pajama bottoms I had on, I moved one of my hands around to her front and cupped her vagina, rubbing it through her leggings. Lauren moaned as she put her hands on the counter. I started to pull down her leggings and her underwear, immediately putting my hand back on her clean-shaven pussy and rubbing her lips as she slowly spread her legs.

I reached between us and pulled my pajamas down. As my six-inch-long, thick cock popped out, I wrapped my hand around it, and started to rub the tip against her vagina. I stopped kissing her neck as she leaned more over the counter and I inserted my cock into her opening. I pushed deep into her, put my hands back on her hips, and started to thrust in and out.

"Oh yes, Christopher! Harder!" Lauren quietly moaned, pushing back into me as I slammed into her over and over. I moved one of my hands up to her mouth and she wrapped her lips around my finger, sucking on it as I attempted to keep her quiet.

After a few more hard slams into her, I pulled out of her pussy, and turned Lauren around in my arms. I leaned down to passionately kiss her as I put my hands back on her hips and used them to lift her up to sit on the counter. I pushed the apron up to expose her groin to me, as she held her legs up in the air, spreading them apart, and watching as I slid my cock back into her.

We continued to kiss as I slowly pulled out of her, pushed back in, going in and out, harder and faster, as Lauren moaned in my mouth and her butt slid across the counter. At first, Lauren tried to wrap her arms around my neck but she eventually had to use them to support her body, placing them on the counter behind her. Ending the kiss, we stared into each other's eyes, her mouth slightly open as she softly moaned, and I said, "Good morning."

"Yes, it is," she said, trying to push her hips up so I would get deeper inside her.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your cooking," I teased her.

"Just be careful we don't leave anything on the counter," she said. "Wouldn't want a secret ingredient to get into anything."

"Of course not," I said as I continued to slam into her. I watched as Lauren leaned her head down, tucking her chin into her chest, as she tried to stifle her moans. I could feel myself starting to build up as I held onto her hips, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I pulled Lauren to the very edge of the counter, her butt just barely hanging off it, as I pushed deep into her, and started to cum.

"Oh yes," we both moaned out as I pushed all the way inside her, my body holding still as my cock pumped it's cum into her waiting pussy. We started to kiss again, our lips making contact over and over, taking a break to moan, as Lauren brought her hand up and rested it on my cheek. Our foreheads touched as I finished my climax and I pulled out of her. Lauren quickly grabbed a paper towel and used it to wipe herself clean before I helped her off the counter. We resumed sharing quick little kisses as we pulled up our pants before we wrapped our arms around our bodies and held each other close.

The rest of the morning was spent cooking, plus getting ourselves and the kids ready for the day once they woke up. We ate the homemade meal early in the afternoon, stuffing ourselves full of food, all of us sitting around a table, laughing and joking and having a good time.

Unfortunately, shortly after we finished eating and cleaned up, my kids had to say goodbye to Lauren's, as she had to take them back home to meet up with their dad, who was taking them for the weekend. I told Lauren that she was more than welcomed to come back over and she said, "Of course. I still want dessert."

I didn't have to wait very long before Lauren was back over at my house. My kids were just lounging around, stomachs full, and being lazy as they watched TV. Lauren and I joined them, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but stealing glances at each other when we could.

I had my phone close by and grabbed it when I received a text. I opened it up to see that Taylor had sent me a message that read, "Hey, are you doing anything this weekend? Could I ask for a major favor?"

I told her I didn't have any plans and asked what was up. She replied back, "It's super last minute, but the person I was supposed to go with just bailed on me. I have a friend getting married up in Logan on Saturday. I'm not actually invited to the sealing, but still wanted to go to the Temple to congratulation them, plus the reception is like right afterwards."

"I'll see if I can get my in-laws to watch the kids and let you know," I told her.

"Thanks, Christopher. It would be super fun to hang out with you that day," she replied back.

As I stopped talking to Taylor, my kids started to ask for dessert, so Lauren and I got up and went to pull out the pies, one she had brought over and a few that I had purchased in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. I pulled out some plates and forks for everybody to eat with. Lauren started to cut into one of the pies and I grabbed her ass through the leggings she was wearing, leaned into her body, and whispered, "Is this my dessert for later?"

Lauren giggled and said, "Yes, it is. After I get mine."

"And what is yours?" I asked her.

In response, she reached behind her, put her hand on my groin, and said, "This."

After everybody ate their pie, my kids retreated down to the basement, both to play with their toys and watch their own show, as Lauren and I settled down on the couch, grabbed a blanket to throw over us, and turned on the Cowboys/Giants football game that was the nightcap for Thanksgiving. Unlike Madison, Lauren was a football fan, so it felt nice to have somebody around to watch a game with, as much as I missed my deceased wife.

"Too bad we get this game as the night game. Would have been better with two actual good teams" Lauren said, making me laugh and agree with her. "That's OK. We'll just have to find another way to entertain ourselves," she finished as she threw the blanket over us and cuddle her body up next to mine.

"Like what?" I asked the pretty brunette-haired woman as I wrapped my arm around her back.

"Like this," she said as she leaned up and kissed my cheek and moved her hand on top of my groin at the same time.

I started to grow hard at her touch as we turned our attention to the game. I slipped my hand under her shirt and rubbed her lower back as my cock continued to grow. When I was fully hard, I felt Lauren lift up the sweatpants I had on with one of her hands, and slip her other hand inside them. The tip of my cock was poking through the flap in my boxers and I let out a low moan as her hand brushed against it.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft, pulling more of it out of my boxers, and started to rub up and down. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling and held the blanket up a bit so that her hand didn't rub against it.

"You like that?" She asked as she twisted her hand around my shaft and my tip. I nodded my head and opened my eyes to watch as Lauren maneuvered under the blanket. I went to take it off but she said, "Keep it on. I like this."

I lifted it up just enough to watch as Lauren swirled her tongue around my tip, her hand still moving up and down, and wrapped her lips around me. She started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking my full six-inches down her throat every time. I let the blanket down some, leaned my head back, and watched the game with a smile on my face as she blew my cock.

Lauren kept one hand on my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down and I felt her other hand as it slipped up my boxers and lightly gripped my balls. She started to gently squeeze them as I continued to rub her lower back and she moaned around my shaft. I wasn't paying any attention at all to the game as I closed my eyes again and my breathing started to get deeper and deeper.

I was trying my best to not orgasm and to prolong the blowjob but as Lauren kept deep throating my cock and squeezing my balls, I was unsuccessful. With a massive grunt and groin, I started to orgasm, my hips pushing up and burying my cock into her throat as I shot rope after rope of cum into Lauren's mouth.

Lauren, for her part, didn't let the surprise climax stop her as she continued to rub her hand up and down what she could of my shaft as she continued to softly squeeze my balls, pumping my cum down her throat as she swallowed it as quickly as she could. When I was done, Lauren licked my cock clean, stuffed it back into my boxers, helped pull up my sweats, and came out from under the blanket to watch the rest of the game with me.

Later that night, after I had gotten my kids to sleep, Lauren had stripped naked for me and was laying on her back in my bed. I was in-between her legs, using my tongue to lick up and down her clean-shaven slit, darting it in and out of her pussy, and using my fingers to rub her clit.

"Oh, Christopher, yes. Lick my pussy. Yes!" Lauren moaned as I reached up with my free hand and cupped her breast, squeezing it over and over. I continued to alternate between licking her pussy or pushing my tongue into it as I pinched Lauren's nipples and she moaned, pushing her hips up into me as she did so.

I hurried to switch my tongue and fingers, sliding one finger into her pussy as I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Lauren continued to moan as she moved her hands down to my head, placing them on the back of it, pushing me more into her and holding onto my hair as I ate her out.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. I'm so close, Christopher. Yes! Christopher!" Lauren moaned my name as she reached her climax and I could feel her pussy as it clenched around my finger and her juices started to flow out. As she bucked her hips up and down, I continued to suck on her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure into her.

As her orgasm subsided, I moved away from her groin and started to move my naked body up hers. As Lauren lay spread eagle on my bed, breathing deeply as she recovered from her orgasm, I easily slid my cock into her pussy, leaning down to kiss her lips as I pushed all the way into her.

Ending the kiss, I used my arms to push myself above Lauren as I started to pull back out of her, watching her face fill with pleasure and lust as I pushed back into her. I worked up to a steady pace of sliding in and out of her, over and over, going hard and fast for a few strokes, then slow and steady for some. The entire time, I kept my eyes on Lauren, watching her face as she opened her mouth to moan, watching her breasts as they swayed up and down with every thrust of my cock into her, and eventually leaning down to lick and suck on her nipples as I fucked her.

I lay down on Lauren as she wrapped her legs and arms around me. We passionately kissed as our bodies started to rock back and forth together, sliding my cock in and out of her. We ended the kiss as I started to jackhammer into her harder and faster. Her mouth was next to my ear as I enjoyed the sounds of her moans, being encouraged by them to continue slamming into her.

I could feel my orgasm starting to build up as we rocked together, her nipples rubbing against my chest, and her legs pulling me tighter and closer to her. I kissed her lips again and slipped my tongue into her mouth to swirl around with hers. The kiss broke as I started to cum, pushing all the way into her as my cock twitched and pumped in her pussy. I stopped moving but Lauren continued to rock back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her as I shot rope after rope of cum into her.

As I finished, we kissed some more before I pulled out of her and rolled over. We cuddled together, naked, until we started to fall asleep, at which point we got up, got cleaned up, and crawled back into my bed, kissing one more time before we fell asleep.

That weekend, I dropped off my kids at their grandparents house shortly before Taylor said that she would pick me up for the hour-long drive up to Logan for her friends wedding. I gave Taylor a quick side hug as I climbed into her car and admired the young woman that I couldn't stop thinking about. She had her brown hair down and loose, ending around the middle of her back and was wearing a plain brown shirt and a dull pink skirt. She finished off the outfit with small silver hoop earrings, a gold necklace, and a ring on her pinkie finger. I couldn't help but wonder what she would look like in just her garment underwear.

As we drove up there, we talked about how the job was going for Taylor that I had helped her get, she explained her relationship with the bride for the wedding and why she wanted to be at the Temple for her, but wasn't actually invited inside, and she even told me about a boy that had been showing some interest in her.

I asked if she had the same interest and she responded back, "Honestly, not really. Like, he's nice and great and all that, but I just feel like he's not right for me. For some reason, I see myself with somebody a little bit more established."

Once we got to the Temple, we quickly found out where the bride and groom would come out of and started to mingle with the people that were also waiting. Although I was over ten years older than Taylor, I was pretty youthful looking, enough that nobody questioned why I was with her. She introduced me to the few people that she knew there as we waited, with one asking if I was her boyfriend. I started to shake my head no as Taylor laughed and said, "Nah, no, he's not," as she looked at me and winked.

When the now-married couple came out of the temple, we cheered along with everybody else and I took some pictures with Taylor's phone, capturing a few shots of Taylor with the bride. As I took the pictures, I couldn't help but wonder what Taylor would look like as a bride.

As the gathering started to die down, Taylor told her friend that she would see her at the reception. Taylor and I walked back to her car, climbing into it, as Taylor asked, "So, we have like forty minutes until the reception. What do you want to do? Should we just head over there?" I told her I was down for whatever and Taylor said, "I'm OK to just hang out here and talk. Do you want to know why Candice told me they decided to do the reception right after the sealing?"

Candice was the bride and I asked Taylor why. "Because they didn't want anything to happen in-between and get in trouble. Like, she said they're so eager and excited for what they can do now, that they wanted to skip the reception completely, but her mom wouldn't let her. Isn't that crazy? Is it really that good of a thing to be able to do?"

"I mean, I guess it depends on your reasons why. As long as you're doing it with the person you love and will hopefully spend the rest of your life with, I think it's a perfectly reasonable thing to want to do," I told her.

"Then why do we, as a religion, teach that it's such a bad thing to do outside of marriage. Like, what is it? It can't be both ways, can it? Can't be so good inside marriage, yet so terrible outside of marriage? If Candice and her husband had sex yesterday or even this morning, is it really that different then waiting until tonight or tomorrow? Or what about you? You're married for so long, tragically lose your wife, and now you can't get the supposed pleasure you can get from sex, unless you meet somebody new and marry them? That just doesn't seem fair. Sorry, I'm ranting a bit," Taylor finished off.

"No, it's OK, don't apologize. Those are all excellent questions. But, unfortunately, a lot of it is between our Heavenly Father and the person or couple involved. Like, is there a difference to me? Not really. Sex is great and it's even better with somebody you love and want to be with. Its a natural human element and I actually don't like the way the church teaches about it. We need to find a way to make it something people are a lot more comfortable with, so that people aren't rushing to get married just to have it, or aren't nervous to get married, because they're scared to have sex," I tried to explain to her.

Taylor was quiet for a few minutes before she asked me, "Are you and Lauren sleeping together?"

Shocked but trying to hide it and not give anything away, I asked why she would think that. "I don't know. The way you two act around each other. Her car is at your house a lot. I saw you two sneak away during church last week. I'm not mad and I wouldn't be if you are. You're both grown adults. I'm just curious."

"Yes, we are," I admitted to her, feeling a pang of guilt.

"And does it feel any different between being married and not? Do you and Lauren consider yourselves in a relationship?" Taylor asked.

"Yes, it does feel different. It still feels good and we both enjoy it but, like I said, there's just something special about doing it with somebody you love. And no, we're just friends with benefits," I said.

"Interesting. So, how did it start? If you don't mind me asking?" She asked as she looked at me intently. I quickly gave her a condensed, detail-free version of Lauren and I sleeping together, and Taylor nodded her head the entire time until I finished and she said, "Well, I'm happy for you two. That you were able to overcome the stigma that sex has and you're able to enjoy yourselves."

Taylor was quiet for the next few minutes, staring out the window at the people walking around the temple. I finally asked if she was OK and if she really wasn't mad at me. She responded back, "No, I'm not mad. Confused, maybe? I'm just so torn about the whole thing. Like, part of me knows that I should wait. That I need to save myself for marriage. But, another part of it, hearing what my sister and her husband did, what some of my friends have done, knowing about you and Lauren, I just want to know what some of it feels like, without waiting to get married. Does that make sense?"