Light From The Darkness Ch 17

I wrapped my arms around Taylor as she hugged me tight and asked, "Taylor, is everything OK?"

"Yes," she said, as we shuffled inside my house and shut the door behind us. She pulled away to look at my face, keeping her arms around me, and said, "I just missed you so much this weekend. More then I thought I would."

"Oh," I said. "I missed you, too." We hugged for a few minutes longer before we finally let go and walked over to the living room, sitting down next to each other on the couches.

"Did you really miss me? Because I figured you would be too busy with Lauren to even think about me," Taylor said, with her brown hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head and wearing gray sweatpants and a gray sweater.

I laughed and said, "Yeah, we did stay pretty busy. But, that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about you and didn't miss you."

"Really? You were thinking about me while you were having sex with Lauren?" She asked with a smile on her face.

"Maybe once or twice. Honestly, a lot of it was when her and I were just hanging out or I was waiting for her to shower and get ready, I would think about what it would be like if you were in her place or just spending time with you. Not necessarily the sex part, but just being with you," I told her.

"Oh, that's sweet," she said.

"The real question is, why did you miss me so much?" I asked her.

"I don't know. It hit me Friday night out of nowhere. I was just fine and then I thought about texting you to see what you were doing and remembered where you were and I just started to miss you a lot. I tried to sleep it off but same thing Saturday. No matter what I did, I would just start thinking about you. And it got so bad today, that my dad pulled me to the side and asked what was wrong with me," she explained.

"Did you tell him?" I asked her.

"No. I lied and told him that it was just that time of the month for me," she said with a little laugh.

"Oh geez. Definitely not going to question you on that one," I laughed with her.

"No, he didn't. I did tell Michelle, however" Taylor said.

"And what did she say? You're crazy and you should go find somebody your own age?" I teased her.

"No, she asked if I was jealous because you were with another woman or if I was jealous because you were having sex with another woman," Taylor said. I could feel the mood in the room shift as I wondered what her answer was and asked what she had told her older sister. "I told her the truth. The thought of you having sex didn't cross my mind at all. And it didn't bug me at all that that's what you were doing."

"Well, that's good, I guess," I tried to reassure her.

"I guess," Taylor agreed as we fell into silence, both of us lost in our thoughts.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence by saying, "Lauren's moving."

Taylor looked up at me with a shocked look on her face and said, "Really? When? Why?"

"Her ex got a new job in Idaho and she doesn't want to separate them. So, she got a job up there too. I assume it's soon, but didn't actually ask," I told her.

"Wow," Taylor said. "Are you going to go with her?"

"She actually did suggest it, but I'm not sure if she was joking or not," I said.

"Would you?" Taylor asked quietly.

"That was one of the times I thought about you the most," I told her simply.

Taylor just nodded her head and I saw a little tear forming in her eye. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled in her tight, holding onto her for the next little while until she said she should get going.

I spent most of Monday texting Taylor as she worked. Same with Tuesday, Wednesday, and the rest of the work week. We enjoyed lunch together a few of the days, when we could both sneak away at the same time and talked about hanging out after work, but ended up hitting a few roadblocks that first week, mainly, my kids misbehaving and wanting to spend time with them.

She did finally make it to my house on Saturday, where we had lunch with my kids and played some games with them.

That Sunday night, I got a text from Stacy that said, "So, I think tomorrow, when you're youngest is napping, you should take a shower. And let me know."

I read her text a few times. It had been a few weeks since the last time I had been with Stacy and, between everything happening with Taylor and Lauren, I hadn't really thought about her a whole ton, as sad as that sounded. As I thought about what she was proposing to do, I knew that I should probably tell her no. But, then again, I had been wanting to shower with her for a while, and Taylor and I had not actually committed to being a couple yet. I decided to see how the day went that next day and told Stacy I would let her know.

Monday morning went smooth as I got my oldest two daughters up and out the door for school. I hung out with my youngest, little two-year-old Alexis, watching her play around the house, watch TV, and just be a little toddler menace. Around noon, I started to make us lunch, which we both quickly ate, and laid her down for a nap. Much to my surprise, she fell asleep quick, leaving me with my phone in my hand, a text message ready to send to Stacy, but doubts in my head.

Convincing myself that one last time wouldn't hurt, I hit send on the text and started to pull off my clothes as I went into the bathroom. As I turned on the water, I heard my phone dinged and checked it to see Stacy saying that she was on her way. I climbed into the tub and got myself wet before starting to apply soap to my body.

A few minutes later, I heard a car door shut outside my house, and I patiently waited for Stacy. I knew she was in the house by the sounds of her putting something down on the counter. I thought about saying hi, but didn't, since she also stayed quiet. A second later, the curtain to the shower opened, Stacy poked her head in, and asked, "May I join?"

I said of course and watched as the five-foot-tall woman joined me in the shower. She had her black hair down and loose around her face and her breasts looked like they had started to grow, along with her pregnant belly.

"Hello," I said as she stepped towards me.

"Hi," she replied back, one of her arms going up to the back of my neck, and pulling my head down towards hers. As we started to kiss, she wrapped her other hand around my semi-hard cock and started to rub it up and down. I wrapped my arms around her body and we made out as I grew to my full six-inches.

When I was there and Stacy's small hand was barely able to fit around my thick shaft, she ended the kiss and got down on her knees in front of me. Keeping her hand wrapped around the bottom of my cock, she stuck out her tongue and made eye contact with me as she licked all over my cock. I moaned as she wrapped her lips around my tip and started to bob her head up and down.

I moaned as Stacy's mouth went halfway down my cock and she started to use her hand to pump up and down the lower half. She closed her eyes as the water splashed over me and onto her, soaking her face as she moved her head up and down. I reached down with my hand and cupped her breasts, giving each of them a few squeezes, one after the other.

Stacy moaned around my shaft, continuing to bob her head up and down, as I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. "I know we're doing this for me to cum on you, but its so tempting to pick you up, push you up against the wall, and fuck you."

She took me out of her mouth, keeping her hand going up and down, and said, "Do it. I bet you can pull out in time. And if not, oh well."

I laughed and said, "Don't have to tell me twice." I helped her to stand up and wrapped my arms around her as we shared a quick kiss. Even though she was a couple of months pregnant, Stacy was still small enough that I was able to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I slid my cock into her hairy pussy, and pushed her up against the wall, with the shower streaming water down onto my back.

We briefly kissed again as she held on tight with her arms around my neck and I started to push up with my feet, lowering myself down, pushing back up, and continuing on and on as my cock pushed deep into her every time I pushed up.

Our heads were next to each other, her mouth next to my ear, and her moans encouraged me to go harder and faster as I fucked her. "Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Harder!" Stacy moaned. "Oh, my gosh!"

I continued to pump in and out of her for a few minutes longer, until I knew I was getting close. I pulled my cock out of her, with Stacy's moan turning to a disappointed groin, and sat her back down. She quickly turned her disappointment to excitement as I wrapped one of my hands around my shaft and used my other hand to push her back down to her knees. When she was there, she scooted closer to my cock, used her tongue to swirl around the tip as I jacked myself off, and said, "I can't wait to feel your cum on my tits and my face."

"Fuck," I moaned as I felt my orgasm hit and watched the first shot of cum shoot out and land on Stacy's nose. She moaned as another shot hit her chin, followed by two more on her breasts as I lowered my cock down.

With the way I was standing, I was blocking the water from getting to her, keeping it from washing off my cum. When I was done, I watched as Stacy licked the cum off her chin and used her hands to rub the cum around her breasts as she stood up. We switched spots in the shower and I grabbed and squeezed her ass as she washed the cum off her face and breasts.

When she was done, we kissed a little bit more before we turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. I handed her a towel before I started to dry myself off. Spying her pile of clothes on the floor, I laughed a little and said, "Is it sad that I kinda wished I had watched you undress?"

Stacy laughed as well and said, "Nah, I kept waiting for you to poke your head out."

I watched her putting her clothes on as I also got dressed and said, "You know, there's also something a little sexy about you getting dressed too." Stacy laughed and asked why. I told her, "It must be because I know what you look like under them and know what we were just doing."

Stacy left right after we both got dressed and I went to sit down on my couch. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and read a text from Taylor that said, "Hey, just wanting to tell you how much I miss you. Can't wait to see you again! Dad is making some lasagna tonight. Maybe I'll bring you some for lunch tomorrow!"

My head instantly filled with thoughts of guilt at what I had just done with Stacy and how it could affect Taylor if she found out. I texted Taylor back to let her know that lunch sounded amazing and that I missed her as well. I hinted that I hoped she was free this weekend and she confirmed that she was.

She came over early Saturday morning and joined my kids and I as we went out grocery shopping that day. We all enjoyed a lunch together at a local restaurant and went back to spend the afternoon at my house, watching the kids play and hanging out. That night, before she left, I asked her, "So, do you have any plans for Valentine's Day next week?"

Taylor giggled and tucked her brown hair behind her ear and said, "No, I don't. Do you?"

"Only if you say yes to going out with me that night," I told her as we started to hug.

"I would love to," Taylor answered before we shared a quick kiss and said goodbye to each other.

That Friday, after I got off work and my kids got home from school, I packed them a bag of clothes so they could spend the night at their grandparents. I dropped them off after I got myself ready, putting on a nice polo shirt and a pair of slacks. I drove the short distance to Taylor's parents house to pick her up, greeting her at the door with a bouquet of flowers. After she put them in a vase and left them on the kitchen counter, we walked out to my car, where I opened up the passenger door and watched as she climbed into the car.

Taylor, knowing the fancy restaurant we were going to, had put a slight curl into her brown hair along with some make-up on her face. She had dressed herself in a casual manner, wearing a long, tan skirt and an off-white, button-down blouse that she tucked into the skirt, with a black belt around her waist. As I joined her in the car, I kissed her cheek, told her how beautiful she was, and held her hand as I pulled out of her parents driveway and started to drive towards the restaurant.

It was only about a ten-minute drive to the sushi restaurant that Taylor had requested that we go to. I had gotten lucky and gotten a last second reservation for it, so we didn't have too long of a wait before we were seated at a table for two. I wasn't that big of a fan of sushi, so as we looked over the menu, Taylor gave me a couple of suggestions as to what she liked. In the end, I ordered some Asian-style ribs, staying away from the sushi, while Taylor ordered a platter of sushi, making me promise to try one when it came.

We chatted as we waited for our food, with Taylor telling me some stories from her mission and high school and her asking me some questions about Madison and me gladly answering them. When our food arrived, I tried one of her sushi rolls, admitting that it wasn't too bad, while she loved the ribs I ordered and kept asking for more.

After dinner was done, I paid our bill and we left the restaurant. There was an ice cream store just down the road from the sushi restaurant that we started to walk towards, with Taylor grabbing onto my arm and holding herself close to me, trying to keep warm.

"Maybe getting ice cream for a dessert wasn't the best idea with how cold it is out here," I told her.

"It's OK. You'll just have to warm me up afterwards," Taylor replied back.

"Oh, I can definitely do that," I teased her.

"I know. I can't wait," she said, briefly lifting her head up to kiss my cheek.

A few minutes later, we were inside the ice cream place, waiting in a busy line to order some. After we got through the line, ordered our ice cream, and paid for it, we each carried our cups over to a table and sat down across from each other. Taylor took a couple bites of hers before looking up at me and saying, "Thank you for the date night, Christopher. It's been great."

I smiled at her as I said, "Thank you for letting me take you out. I've really enjoyed it."

"Me too," Taylor said, stealing a bite of my ice cream. "Christopher, I really do like you. A lot. I know I shouldn't since, you know, you're older than me and have kids already. But, I just feel so comfortable and happy when I'm with you."

I laughed a little as I asked her, "Taylor, have I told you anything about my parents?" Taylor got a confused look on her face before she said no and asked what about them. "My dad was fourteen years older than my mom. Madison's grandparents on her mom's side were sixteen years apart. I don't care what the social norm is, when you know that you really like somebody and care for them, and don't want to be apart from them, age is just a number, to a certain extent."

"So, are you saying that you like me too?" Taylor shyly asked.

"Of course," I told her. "I have for a while."

"So, does that mean," Taylor started to ask but trailed off, leaving me to finish it for her.

"If you want to be, then so do I," I finished as I stole a bite of her ice cream.

"I do," she answered, as she reached across the table and we shared a quick kiss.

As we walked backed to my car when our ice cream was gone, I asked Taylor, "So, now what?"

"I was kinda hoping we could go back to your place?" She answered.

"Are you sure?" I asked back as I held the passenger door open and she got in.

"Yes. Definitely," she said before I shut the door and ran over to the driver's side to get in.

Taylor was quiet on the drive back to my house and stood quietly behind me as I unlocked the door and stepped aside, letting her in first. She walked up the stairs of my split-level house with me close behind her. At the top, I put my hands on her hips, pulled her close to me, and used my head to move her hair away from her neck. I started to kiss her neck as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

Taylor put her hands on top of mine and softly moaned as I kissed all around her neck. In between kisses, I asked, "Bedroom or couch?"

"Bedroom," Taylor said as she closed her eyes for a second.

I walked us down to the bedroom, continuing to leave little kisses on her neck. When in my bedroom, I turned Taylor around in my arms, and our lips met in a passionate embrace as she wrapped her arms around my neck. When the kiss ended, we pulled our heads away from each other and stared into our eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her.

Taylor continued to stare into my eyes before she bite her bottom lip, nodded her head, and resumed our kiss. She unwrapped her arms from around my neck and moved them down to my shirt, grabbing onto the bottom of it and pulling it off over my head, briefly pausing the kiss. After taking off my shirt, Taylor moved her hands down to my groin, one of them rubbing my semi-hard cock through my slacks, while her other hand started to undo my belt and the button on the slacks.

When she got them undone, she ended the kiss and started to pull them down. When they were at my knees, I took over taking them off, using my feet, as Taylor wrapped her hand around my cock and started to rub it up and down. "Hmm. That feels good," I told her.

"Get on the bed and I'll make it feel even better," she said, letting go of my cock and taking a step back from me.

I climbed onto my bed, turning around to lay down in the center of it, and watched as Taylor joined me. She stayed at my groin, wrapping her hand back around it and moving it up and down my now fully hard, six-inch-long shaft. Making eye contact with me, Taylor stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down my cock and swirled it around my tip before she wrapped her lips around it.

Taylor closed her eyes as she started to bob her head up and down the first few inches of my cock. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of it until she seemed to remember that she could move it and started to jerk it up and down.

"A little softer with your hand," I asked as I laid my head down on my pillow.

Taylor quickly took me out of her mouth, apologized, then went back to blowing me, this time moving her hand up and down in a more smooth manner. I told her how good it felt as she moved her mouth and hand at the same pace.

Her lips felt so good, nice and soft, as they moved up and down. Her hand, with freshly painted fingernails, lightly gripped my shaft, putting just enough pressure on it as it moved in unison with her head, to keep the pleasure coursing through my cock. It felt so good, that when she took me out of her mouth after a couple of minutes, I let out a sad moan.

Taylor laughed as I looked down at her, resting her head on my leg next to my cock, and watching as her hand moved up and down the entire length of it. "I still can't believe this feels good for you," she said.

"It feels amazing. Do you actually like doing it? Because you don't have to if you don't enjoy it," I told her.

"I do enjoy it. It might sound strange, but I've actually missed it since the cruise," she said.

"Really? What have you missed about it?" I asked her, looking down at her as I put my hand on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair.

"How it makes you feel. Knowing that I have complete control over you. One of the times I talked with Michelle about giving a blowjob, she said that she enjoys them because she knows what it can lead to. The better she can make her man feel, the more he'll make her feel good too," she replied back before running her tongue across my tip, licking up the pre-cum that was coming out.

"Oh yeah? And what do you think this will lead to?" I teased her.