Life Goes On

The story Toni is a collaboration between Dancewithme24 and me, Stephen88. It began as discussions and our talks over time. We traded ideas, made suggestions, and had a lot of fun doing so. It was the first time for me to write with someone. Dancewithme24 had not written before this. I found her fun and full of ideas, many of which I would not have thought of. Her suggestions and inspiration have made this story possible. Thanks Little One.

Stephen's Thoughts.

The flight home was uneventful. I held a book in my hands but did very little reading. Toni and I had some short discussions. Mostly we were quiet. This gave me time for reflection. There was much to remember. The excitement of our arrival, the newness of it all. Toni's reaction to being is such a place. As I had hoped, she jumped into the entire experience wholeheartedly. The culture, the food, the nude beach, all this Toni embraced. The way she dressed was provocative to say. But as we had discussed before, I liked showing her off.

The nude beach was a highlight to be sure. I did have reservations about baring myself in front of someone other than Toni. She helped to get past my insecurities. Toni was a hit anywhere we went. Restaurants, clubs, bars, or shopping, Toni had all eyes on her. Men and women, they all seemed to adore and be attracted to her. Yet in each instance, she rarely gave them any attention, apart from Tiara. Never have I watched Toni react to another person.

Tiara made Toni weak in the knees. Is that an old person saying? I don't know. I watched Toni blush on multiple occasions, just during conversations with Tiara. The sight of Tiara nude on the beach. Well, that caused Toni to be aroused and wet. Tiara assisted with this in her interactions with Toni.

This was all very new to me as well. I had never been able to experience what went on with Tiara. Watching Toni and Tiara together. The way they pleased one another. Then, they asked me to join them. I must say. It was amazing for me, being pleased by two women. I wanted to please them both. There was no jealousy or hurt feelings. We enjoyed ourselves.

It made for a long night. But then in the morning, during breakfast. It was sad. Toni and I had to leave. Tiara's reaction was difficult for me to gauge. She seemed nonchalant. But she said we would keep in touch with each other. We will see. This I know. I am exhausted. Toni and I had sex and made love more times on vacation, then I remember during my adult life. I never tired of being with her, never tired of making her cum, and never tired of cumming in her. She just does it for me like no other woman I have known.

The hard part followed. The return to a "normal" life. I don't say that our life is bad. But it was a far cry from vacation. Toni would begin college that fall. All things were lined up and ready. I had promised to support her through this. Being a man of my word, I would return to work.

Toni could focus full time. The "normal" life would be up in the mornings, Toni to classes, me to work, we come home, have dinner, make conversation, clean up and then evening activities. This would be me getting ready for the work the next day and Toni did her homework, studied and read. I remembered college. There were a lot of distractions. It would be the same for Toni. Clubs, Sororities, and other things were involved. I admit, I was jealous of my time with her. That said, I wouldn't rob her of anything she wanted to do. She should have the experience.

I made the choice to be supportive and let Toni develop her career and friendships. Time and schedules took a toll on some things. Toni and I continued to make love and enjoy each other. But you know Toni. Sometimes she just wanted fucked. Then there was Toni on her knees. OMG do I love that. Life changed for us, not bad, just different. Toni's college experience would bring us some interesting challenges and some new encounters.

A few lessons I had learned the hard way; Toni would not have to. An example. I purchased a large dry eraser board. The calendar type. Also, several file folders. This way, Toni would be able to organize her syllabi. She could keep track of assignments when they were due, and nothing would get lost in the shuffle. I just wanted to help her be organized. I had no intention of doing her assignments for her. Toni wouldn't learn much if I did that.

It was my opinion that she would do well. Unlike many college freshman, Toni was a little older. She had spent time in the workforce. Experienced more real life than most. I felt that Toni was more responsible. The prospect of her making friends and meeting people her own age. She needed that, my opinion. It amazed me that she wanted to be with me. But it was from another time. Different thoughts. Toni needed the new of things. She began a new life. I was excited for her and certainly wanted her to succeed.

There would be her orientation, meeting counselors, scheduling classes, meeting professors, and classmates. I would like to hear all about it.

I made the choice to return to the workforce. Part of my decision to help Toni and not have her saddled with a mountain of debt. Besides, she is a good investment. The return to work was greeted with all that I anticipated.

People spoke and said things such as.

"Fuck! Old timer. How come you ain't retired?"

Or this, one of my favorites.

"Well, goddamn mother fucker shit? How fuckin' old are you? This'll probably kill you."

Thing was. I ended up working circles around those guys. Many of them were more interested in goofing off or getting out of as much work as possible. I didn't let their comments or insults bother me. I had a mission and would see it through.

Yes, at times, the work was physically difficult. They delighted in trying to break me. But they didn't understand the older generation. We don't give up. We saw things through. Besides, like I continued to say. This isn't about me. It's about Toni.

Toni was as ready as we could get her. All that remained was her first day and first week. I admit being a tad jealous and envious. I remembered my own college days with much fondness. But now it was Toni's time and turn. I couldn't wait to hear about it all.

Back to Normal Life

Toni's thoughts

Here we were. Back to "normal life" as Stephen called it. The rest of the flight back was pretty quiet. I was all done crying. It was just a vacation, right?

So, I got ready to go to college. ME! College! I was twenty-one years old, so I was a bit older than most of the first-year students, but I wasn't too concerned about it. It was a community college, so I could get the preliminary courses out of the way cheaply and not live on campus. Stephen was semi-retired but decided to go back to work to support me in my schooling. I tried to argue with him about it. Told him I could take a lighter schedule and get a job to pay my own way. He would not hear of it. He told me that I needed to get a great career going to support him when he did retire. We both laughed, but I knew he was not wrong.

I decided I wanted to take some business administration, accounting and maybe some electives that would give me a well-rounded education to get me started. All things that I could take at the associates degree level. So, I enrolled, and Stephen paid the tuition for the first semester, even though I had some money put away. He just treats me way too well.

He came with me to orientation. Everyone assumed he was my dad, and neither of us did or said anything to dissuade their thinking. I met with my business ethics professor first. Maria Conklin is a really nice middle-aged woman. She told us she was married, two sons that were grown and gone and she was a widow. She has a really nice ass and big boobs. I could see Stephen checking her out and I smiled.

Next was my accounting class. The professor was Jack Michaels. Oh my god he was hot. I looked around the room at the other girls in the class and they were all drooling. I looked at Stephen, and he just looked at me and smiled. Jack didn't tell us anything about family or his life. No big deal. He did say that because we only meet once a week, it was going to be busy class. And there would be one group project every semester, putting at least two students together.

I had to take a language arts class, so I took creative writing. I had done some writing in high school so I figured it would be an easy A. The instructor was Tia McFadden. She made it clear that she was not a professor but certified to teach at the community college level. It made me wonder if any of the others were actually professors! But she was a plain, young girl with a really nice smile. She was pretty flat-chested so I identified with her immediately.

There were three other classes that I stopped in, but the instructors weren't there. A table with some handouts and a syllabus on the course. Pretty disappointing.

The rest of the day was spent just walking around campus, checking out different areas. The student union was a big draw since I would probably eat lunch there most days. I ran into some students I recognized from all the classes. Jill and Marci were in my accounting class. They had just met too. Jill was a little on the chubby side. Not fat by any stretch. More like 'thick'. Auburn hair and brown eyes. Nice boobs. Marci was obviously an athlete. Her legs were muscular, and her ass was tight. Average size boobs that fit her quite well. Short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Jill and Marci and I decided that we were going to have study sessions if the class was going to be tough. I could see we were going to be friends. They never asked my age and I never volunteered it.

Tony was in my business ethics class. We joked about the professor being confused between Tony and Toni. He was kind of cute, in a nerdy sort of way. Dark hair, glasses, green eyes, no facial hair at all. Always has a smile. I could tell by his broad shoulders and his biceps that he took very good care of himself.

Stephen was sitting at a table against the wall drinking a cup of espresso (yes, they have an espresso bar in the student union). He said he would give me space to meet some classmates. Marci noticed him sitting off to the side.

"Is that the guy that brought you today, Toni?" she asked. When I nodded, she asked, "Is that your dad?"

I do not know why I hadn't worked out an answer to this question, knowing that it would be asked.

I said, "No he is a really good friend who wants me to succeed." I didn't lie.

Marci just nodded and said, "Hmm" with a very knowing expression on her face as she looked back over at him. Stephen was oblivious, as he had taken my syllabi and was reading through them.

I decided this was going to be a great experience for me. I was a little concerned about the accounting class, as I had never been great at math but I was older and much more focused now.

We all decided about the same time that it was time to go. I got up and gathered my things and walked over to where Stephen was sitting. I leaned over to his ear.

"Are you ready to go daddy?" I whispered.

He knew I usually called him that when I was horny. And I was. He tried to remain nonchalant though, and stood up, threw his cup and napkin away and I wrapped my arm around his and we walked toward the door. I saw Marci getting ready to go out the adjacent door and I waved to her. She had fun, knowing smile on her face and nodded, then waved back as we all left the union.

"Did you have fun meeting classmates, little one?" Stephen asked as we walked through the parking lot. I told him about the three I had just met and was sure there would be more. He agreed. I asked what he thought of my teachers.

"Well, Mrs. Conklin seems nice," he said. "Hopefully she is competent. Mr. Michaels seems ok, if not a little arrogant. And don't think I didn't see you looking at the bulge in his pants. You keep your eye on him!"

I gasped, "Stephen did you look around the room. Every girl in that class was drooling. I think I saw one girl with her hand between her thighs. And don't worry, I will definitely keep my eye on him." I said with a grin.

Stephen laughed, "And while you were chatting with friends, I Googled Tia McFadden. She is quite qualified to teach creative writing. She has two books under her belt and won many awards for short stories and essays. I think you will enjoy her class."

As we crossed the parking lot, I saw Mr. Michaels come out of a staff door and walk toward his car, a silver BMW convertible. Nice

As always, Stephen opened the passenger door for me, then went around to the driver's side and got in and started the car. I immediately leaned over to him and squeezed his cock through his pants.

"I want this. I want it now!" I growled, trying to sound like a tigress but sounding more like a whiny kitten. Stephen couldn't help but laugh and it got me laughing. But I didn't let go and I felt him getting hard in my hand. I felt the heat rising in my neck. I looked around the parking lot as he put the car in drive and started to pull out. I pulled down his zipper and reached in, pulling his cock out of his pants.

"Toni!" he said. "You are going to cause an accident!" But he didn't push me away. Taking one more quick look around I dropped my head into his lap and took his cock into my mouth. His cock wasn't all the way out of his pants, so my motion was limited, but I was determined. I started bobbing my head, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. He was moaning a little.

I stopped sucking for a second and said, "I am going to make you cum before we get home, then you are going to make me cum." And then I took him back into my mouth again. We pulled up to a traffic light and a delivery truck pulled up next to us on the left. A passenger in the truck looked down and watched my head bobbing up and down on Stephen's lap.

Stephen said, "Don't look now but you are being watched." He knows me well enough to know that I am just a little bit of an exhibitionist and being watched while sucking his cock would make me very wet. I stopped for a second, looked up at the observer and smiled and winked at him. Then the light changed and we pulled away, and I resumed sucking.

Stephen, always the one to keep us grounded and safe, turned into a side street and pulled to the curb. He started making the sounds I have come to love. He gently laid his hand on the back of my head. No pressure, just a gentle touch. And then he exploded into my mouth. I started downing shot after shot of his warm seed making gulping sounds as I swallow... I know it turns him on to hear that. Once he was finished and all was swallowed, I brought my head up and kissed him. I smiled at him.

"I love you Stephen," I said as I pushed his cock back into his pants and pulled up his zipper.

He looked at me smiling and shook his head and laughed. "I love you too, Toni."

He pulled away from the curb and drove home. We pulled into the garage and he said he had to put something away and would be into the house in a few minutes. I just said OK and went inside. The garage door opens into the kitchen. When he did come into the house, he found me sitting on the kitchen counter naked, leaning against the wall with my feet up on the edge of the counter, knees spread wide. I was so wet the counter already had a little puddle between my thighs. Unsanitary? Hell yes. Did I care? Hell no. That's what Lysol spray is for, right?

"Come here and eat me daddy," I said. Seeing the look on his face, I said "Did you think I was kidding?"

I smiled.

Stephen dropped what he had in his hands on the counter and pulled a kitchen chair over between my knees. With no hesitation he dipped his tongue into my dripping pussy and began to lap my juice and immediate found its way to my swollen clit, taking it in his lips and sucking and pulling on it.

I yelled out loud, my scream echoing in the kitchen, "FUCK STEPHEN!" My thighs started to quiver almost immediately and I clapped my hands to the back of his head. His face pushed into my pussy and his tongue slid so far inside me I screamed again and started bucking my hips, pushing my pussy against his face. I was so wet and flowing that I could hear his slurping and lapping noises. It was so lewd but so hot. I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Oh god Stephen! I'm going to... Oh GOD!" I screamed.

I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled his face deeper. I started to gush all over his face, hearing him gulp, his tongue stroking me inside. It was driving me crazy and I kept cumming. My orgasm finally started to pass but he kept licking me, my walls, my sensitive inner lips. He kept going as I felt the aftershocks shake me. Finally, my legs relaxed around his head and I brought my heels back up to the counter.

I looked down at his face, soaking wet with my juices dripping from his chin.

"Stephen! Oh my GOD, where did you learn to do THAT!" and I started giggling.

Stephen said, "You bring it out in me little one," and he started laughing too.

And then he made me clean the counter and the floor and the front of the cabinets. I kind of made a mess. He washed his own face though.

We had a great dinner of baked chicken, one of my favorites, with redskin potatoes and corn. Stephen is a genius in the kitchen but I'm learning. Espresso after dinner of course. Stephen sat at the counter and talked about my classes while I loaded the dishwasher and hand-washed the few pans we used.

Classes started the following Monday. Business Ethics was on Monday and Wednesday. It was a fairly easy class with Monday devoted to state laws. The subject on Wednesday was employee psychology. Very interesting stuff. Tony sat near me. He was obviously trying to hit on me but had no idea how. It was sweet.

Tuesday and Thursday I had creative business writing with Tia McFadden. She was very engaging and fun to learn from, which makes a lot of sense, given her credentials. It turns out the books she has written were books on writing for business. But she has also written many short fiction stories. After our first-class I asked if I could read some and she gave me a book of some of them.

Also on Thursday there is accounting. Professor Michaels started right away hitting the subject very hard. He handed out ledger books, explaining that before spreadsheets there were ledgers for hundreds of years and our grandfathers... blah blah blah... It was hard to listen to because he was just so damn good looking.

Stephen is right though, his arrogance shows through in almost everything he says and does. He probably thinks he invented accounting.

But after a few weeks I started getting into the swing and was picking it up. I was starting to realize that I like accounting. I might plan my future semesters with that in mind. I was doing really well at it but sitting in the Union one afternoon with Jill and Marci and they both said they were having some trouble with it.

I said, "Really you guys? If you want, why don't we get together and we can look at what you're struggling with. I feel like I am getting most of it and I would love to help with what I can. If we do it on a Friday or Saturday, we can work on it then relax overnight. We have lots of room.

At that, Marci looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "We?" she said. Well, they were bound to find out anyway.

"Uh, yeah" I started, "OK, don't think this is too weird, OK? Don't judge me. The guy who came with me at orientation, ummm.... his name is Stephen and we live together."

With a cute 'evil grin' on her face Marci asked,

"So you... rent a room from him or split the rent? What?" I knew exactly what she was getting me to say. She suspected it since orientation. She asked about Stephen from time to time.

"No... Stephen owns the house. I live there with him," I said. They both looked at me very expectantly although Jill's look was one of a little curiosity and confusion, while Marci's was one of excitement and 'knowing'.