Once inside her room she put her arms around me and her kiss made the one from mum pale into insignificance.
When she ended it she hugged me and said "I have wanted to have you join me here for almost three years Mark, but I promised myself I wouldn't mess up your chances of a place at University. That meant I had to wait until after you had finished your 'A Levels'. Your mum felt the same about Geoff, and so we waited. Now you are both 18, exams all done and just waiting for the results when I saw that advert for the dinner dance. . . . "
"But Geoff was the one who suggested the dinner dance," I said.
There was that little smile which combined with the slightly sideways look always turned my insides to jelly and made me just want to be near her. "So he did. But who do you think left the paper out, open at that page whenever and wherever Geoff sat down, all week? If he hadn't suggested it last night, I was going to."
"But what if we hadn't been able to get a table," I asked?
She hugged me and we kissed again. "The paper was delivered on Monday morning Mark. I suggested it to Marie as we left the solicitors office, tonight's table was booked on Monday afternoon."
"Ah!" I said, sensing I was beginning to look foolish again.
"I hoped Geoff had remembered the advert, but if he hadn't I would have suggested the dinner dance myself. When we spoke about it on Tuesday to iron out the details your mum thought about booking us two rooms as well, but we decided, given how long we had been dropping hints, that we might not have fully separated into two couples at the dance and pre-booked rooms would look a bit too obvious. It was me who suggested, as a second option, we drive up to 'Shepherds View' on the way home. I thought, with its reputation, it might give you boys a push in the required direction and if that didn't work it could be justified by us finishing a lovely evening by looking at a beautiful view. Sorry about your alcohol free evening but someone had to drive."
"So you ladies have been setting all this up since Monday then?"
Claire smiled, "We have been looking for a way to 'set you up' as you call it, since you finished your 'A Levels' over a month ago. Does that upset you?"
"What upsets me is that I didn't realise it sooner. Think of how much time we have wasted that I could have spent holding you."
She hugged me close, "Sometimes you say the nicest things".
I kissed her, "Just being with you is the nicest thing I can imagine. You are so beautiful; I can't believe you really want me."
Claire began to undo my shirt. "Believe it Mark because it took a lot of planning to get you here with me tonight. Tomorrow we can talk about when and if we are going to repeat tonight's experience, but tonight you are mine and I want you more than I want any other man in this world."
She was undoing my trousers as I said, "Even more than Bob?"
She ripped my trousers and shorts down and pushed me back onto the bed. "Especially Bob" she said as she removed my shoes, trousers and pants in one go. Then she bent over me and took my cock into her mouth.
A previous girlfriend had once given me a blow job, but it had been a tentative affair with her just kissing my cock and occasionally putting the tip just inside her mouth. This was nothing like that. Claire took my cock right into her mouth, licking and sucking my knob for several seconds before she slowly pressed down taking my full 8 inch length into her mouth. I felt my knob enter her throat and her nose disappeared into my pubic hair. She stayed like that for some seconds before she pulled back, keeping me in her mouth as her tongue worked on the underside of my cock while she took deep breaths through her nose. Then she went down again, if anything taking me even deeper into her throat than she had before. After the first time she didn't seem to have any problem with the 'gag reflex', she just seemed to swallow and I slipped smoothly into her throat. She repeated this action several more times until I knew I was about to explode and warned her I was about to cum. This time as she pulled back, she allowed her teeth to lightly scrape along my shaft until they almost reached my now very sensitive knob, where her lips and tongue took over.
With a groan I blasted my cum into her mouth, watching in awe as her throat worked to swallow it all. That other girl had pulled me out of her mouth and finished me off with her hand, turning her head away, not even looking at me and holding my cock away from her so that I shot my cum onto the ground beside her. Claire took it all in her mouth and swallowed every drop.
When I had finished, Claire moved up the bed and held me for several seconds, then she kissed me. Once again our tongues clashed, I was aware that her mouth tasted different and I knew I was tasting my own cum, but I didn't care.
I had sometimes wondered what semen tasted like, but had never been curious enough to want to accept any of the offers I had received from gay men; and there had been several approaches over the years from them. For some reason I seemed to attract them, but it didn't worry me unduly because, as long as my polite 'No thanks' was accepted, I didn't see it was a problem. There was actually one teacher at my college who had, very discreetly, propositioned me a couple of times. Because I knew he was married with two children, I didn't realise what he was after at first, but when I did I told him I wasn't interested, he apologised and never asked me again. Strangely these advances didn't repel me, but I just knew I wasn't gay. How could I be when the one who filled my dreams was a woman, more specifically the one I was holding in my arms at this moment. Perhaps I was happy to taste my own semen because I was tasting it on her lips, but whatever the reason was, it made me feel even closer to her.
She broke the kiss and said, "I haven't done that in a very long time, what did you think?"
"Think? Oh my God, I couldn't even start to think," I said, hugging her, "How could I think while you were doing that to me, it was fantastic."
"James used to like me to do that to him," she said, "It was for him I learned that 'throat' trick, but I am very much out of practice. I used to be able to let him cum while he was still in my throat, but you are a bit bigger than he was."
James was Geoff's father who had been killed in a motorway pile up when Geoff and I were about ten.
Claire went very quiet for some moments and I knew she was thinking about him. Then I felt her body begin to shake and I knew she was crying. There was nothing I could do apart from just hold her close, this was something she had to get through but I was determined she wasn't going to go through it alone.
I have no idea how long we just lay there before she looked up at me and a rather tearful smile brought back the Claire I loved.
"I'm sorry about that," she whispered, "That wasn't supposed to happen."
I very gently kissed her tear stained cheeks. "There is nothing to apologise for, James was a big part of your life. He was your husband, the father of your son and I know you loved him very much. I can never change that and I wouldn't want to, but I love you too and I want to be as much a part of your future as he was a part of your past."
"No Mark. You mustn't fall in love with me. I am too old for you, find a girl of your own age. I will always be here for you whenever you want me, but you mustn't fall in love with me."