I spent the rest of the evening lounging on the porch, re-playing the afternoon in my head again and again. Honestly I was quite curious of their relationship of 'helping each other out' and somewhat even more curious about her wish for me to consider fucking him or had she just misworded having a threesome - you know, the usual kind.
I found myself wondering over Marks solitude again. He was a fine looking man, there was no doubt about it. All the girls in our school had been chasing after him and later in uni he seemed to get more than enough attention as well. But he always said that they're not what he's looking for. I seriously couldn't wait to see what kind of a woman finally takes him down - like I hadn't even heard of even one single girlfriend and he definitely preferred not to talk about it.
Sitting there, I poured myself a glass, pouring it quarter full - quickly reconsidering and poured the glass half full. God, how had I become that pathetic? Well possibly because my ex-s were nothing comparable to her. None of them almost ever went down on me, nor wanted me to go down on them, not to mention that apparently there were only two acceptable sex positions ever invented.
Finally I saw headlights approaching. She stepped out of the car, wearing a short sleeved dark grey knee length dress that complimented her curves beautifully, the neckline giving a sweet subtle hint of her breasts. I stood still as she walked to me, wondering over which would be the way to greet her, up to now she had barely given me a wave when she saw me.
She walked right up to me and grabbed me from my hair, pulling me in for a kiss and kissed me like she'd waited for me all evening, making my penis spring up from the memory of her lips. Taking her in my arms, I pulled her up to my body, desperate to feel her. The round of her butt felt so sweet in my hand and how her body arched to mine...
We kissed lost in our lust until she pulled away from me asking "Offer me a drink?"
"Of course" I agreed and followed her with my look as she sat on the lounger next to mine. Pouring her a quarter glass of the rum I handed it to her.
I sat down and sipped on my drink as she looked at the night sky, lighting up a cigarette. She looked oddly erotic a smoke in her one hand and a rum in the other. Her dress had temptingly risen up to her mid-thighs and I imagined her legs wrapped around me... pulling me closer.
"So I told Mark that we're casual." she said, breaking the silence and my thought trail.
"Oh, okay." I noted, releasing that we kind of shared a woman now and kind of are in a weird tangle of relationships.
"What's the deal with you two anyway?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Well, we're sort of best mates since forever, grew up together and all. How did you two even end up on your arrangements? I mean he hasn't ever had anyone living with him."
"We seemed to get along more than fine when he interviewed me last year and he offered me a spare bedroom. And to answer the question you're really asking - one night we got tipsy and high, he said he hadn't had anyone for a year, so I pulled his pants down and sucked him off. He protested at first, but I told him to fuck off. From then on we started to sort of relieve each other, fuck when a extra hand was needed, cuddle when lonely."
"That's none of my business really." I muttered, reluctant to admit that that was what I'd wanted to know.
"But you worry of his secluded lifestyle and I appreciate that, he's a lovely man, but he just... he needs to just fucking... never mind. How did you end up back here?"
"Oh fuck, well I just broke up from my long term girlfriend. I think she had just gotten bored and wanted to fuck around. She'd constantly cheat on me, getting drunk in a nightclub, letting men take her home and come crawling back to me in the morning, saying she loves me and that she'd never do that sober." I answered as I really was interested in what she'd left unsaid.
"Sounds like a whore" she mumbled puffing out smoke.
I laughed hard and candid. Oh fuck, how amazingly emotionless her expression was saying that. "God, I think you're the first one not blaming it on me. 'Maybe you should have been a better man' they'd say"
"Drink up, I have a feeling you need to feel how a 'better' woman is like." she said, drowning her drink and gave me an impatient look.
I followed her lead as we got up, I took the bottle and led her through the house to my room. She stood in the doorway, scanning my room as I sat down on the bed, yet again unsure how to be, while she looked as if she'd own the place.
She set the glass on the end table and refilled both of ours. Without taking a sip, she sat over my lap, saddling me. Stroking my hair, she looked me in my eye and asked "Why do you always get uncomfortable when I look you in the eye?"
"I don't know." I mumbled, looking away.
She held me by the chin and ordered "Look me in the eye... no, not at my eyes, look in my eyes."
I did as I was told, looking in her silvery green eyes, her pupils dilated. Her eyes look so sweet, innocent even. "Much better." she whispered, stroking my cheek she added "It's beautiful how much the eyes say, even though they are so expressionless, just the pupil size and direction giving out information, but yet it tells so much."
She brought her lips to mine, caressing me with her tongue. Her hands roamed my body and I followed her lead, feeling the curve of her breast, her well toned arms...
"How did you imagine having sex with me?" she asked softly on my lips.
"Uhm, I'm willing to bet you have a better plan."
"Damn, you're so humble - in a good way." she whispered between kissing me, running her hands under my shirt. Caressing my body with her fingers, she lifted the shirt, pulling it off.
She pushed me to lie on the bed asking "Tell me, is there anything you have ever wanted to try, but none of your princess ex-s weren't willing to?" while going down to kiss my neck.
"Uhm, well... I have wanted to try anal." I muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed for no apparent reason.
She laughed out loud, making me worry how well the sound travelled in the house, and asked "You've never had anal sex? Like as in not even given and not talking about receiving?" all while staring at me with eyes full of surprise.
"Uh, well, never got past inserting, too painful apparently."
She giggled, shaking her head, and asked "You've got lube?"
"No."
"You're a nearly thirty year old man, you must have lube." she said like a teacher scolding a child, "Oh well, some other time then, as I really don't carry mine with me and don't do 'en natural' with newbies." she said, pulling off her dress. She was completely naked under and, and - did she just say she'd have anal with me?
I realised, I'd just froze still again, staring at her like I hadn't seen a naked woman in years. Snapping out of it, I pulled her back down on me, kissing her.
"Take off your pants" she ordered me, hands running over my body. I did as I was told, unbuttoning, zipping and lowering them. She climbed off me, letting me get them over my ankles.
