Please read Matt and I, chapters 1, 2, and 3 before reading this chapter. This is fiction in its purest form.
Dinner that night was almost as usual. I say almost, as Matt was quieter than usual and Harry dominated the discussion with Mike about the Army and his deployment. I could see that Matt was confused, concerned, and taken back by the day's events. I couldn't go to him like I wanted, hold him, comfort him, and touch him. Angie also sensed the mood and did her best to liven the conversation. As best I could tell Harry did not suspect a change in mood, he was just happy to have his family around.
Harry had to rise early the next day so he excused himself at his normal bed time. Matt too disappeared leaving the three of us sitting in silence neither sure of what to say or even if there was need to say anything.
I tried my best to sleep, laying there listening to Harry's snoring, but my mind whirled like a shiny ball in a dance hall. So many thoughts, Matt, Mike, Angie, and even her family clouded any chance for sleep. I slipped on my robe and slippers and started down the hall. Angie was coming from the bathroom and we met. "How about a cup of tea?"
She followed me to the kitchen and I began heating water. We spoke little until the tea was made and we sat at the table in the dim light from the stove. I could see her soft young face in that light, the softness of her lips, her beautiful blue eyes. I had never looked at a woman this way that is admiring the beauty but worse thinking what it would be like to be kissed by those young soft lips. Even more startling to me was that I had never looked at Angie like this before. I had looked at her, but never into her as I was now. Her eyes met mine as I was looking at her and she smiled. "Would you like more tea?"
She nodded and passed her cup to me. As I was heating the water again I felt her move behind me. Her arms went around me and I could feel her body pressing against me and I turned in her arms. She stood perhaps 3 inches taller; she bent forward and put her lips to mine. I didn't know how the kiss would feel but it was wonderful, so soft, so touching, then so demanding as our lips parted and our tongues were dancing inside the passionate embrace. I surrendered to her, to whatever she wanted, to whatever she wanted from me.
She reached behind me and turned off the stove then led me to the den. We stood at the sofa where she untied my robe and let it fall to the floor then lifted my gown above my head and tossed it aside. I helped her as she removed her robe and gown and I marveled at the taut firm body of the girl/woman in front of me. We kissed again and our bodies pressed together, soft flesh against hardening nipples, legs touching, toes moving in a strange dance, and our hands feeling, touching, groping and demanding more.
She pressed me back onto the sofa and began suckling at my breasts; my somewhat sagging breasts with big nipples and she took the time to taste, suck, nip, and adore each one, then moved back to my mouth to kiss me once again. My hands flew to her breasts fondling her smaller nipples that grew hard beneath my palms. In my career I had given mammograms, helping and touching many breasts, but not like this, no not like this, never exciting me until now.
When she broke the kiss she urged me onto my back and she lowered herself between my now outstretched legs. I could feel her breath on my stomach and her tongue as she moved beneath the triangle of unshaven hair to taste my most private part. She licked upward from the bottom of my vagina then inside my opening, darting her tongue in and out, then up until she was at my clitoris. She licked, nipped, sucked, and made circles around it and I began to cum. My orgasm was unlike any I had before, even unlike the wonderful orgasms Matt had given me. And, oh yes, once again I moved into that darkness, that place where neither time nor space exists, and I could feel my body pushing up against her mouth as I shuddered and came in a quiet explosion.
She held me as I came down from the top of that climactic moment, begin to breathe normally and return to the present. "Angie, I've never felt like this before" I whispered to her. "I'm, I'm not sure what to do honey."
She kissed me and I could taste the tart juices of my vagina and my orgasm. "Just do what you feel like. If you don't feel like doing anything, that's fine too."
I was in a nervous state, unsure of what to do or even if I wanted to do it, but I wanted to explore this new feeling, this new state of excitement. I slid from beneath her and replaced myself above her, edging down until I was between her legs. Her clean shaven vagina was now before my eyes in the dim light and I just stared. I put my tongue to the hood that hid her clitoris and there was no taste, only the sensation of my tongue against her flesh, against her clitoris. I began manipulating the hood, then licking harder, and with more insistence until I could feel her body moving beneath me. I licked the hard clit as it grew and she came, exuding the tangy woman fluids that filled my mouth and covered my chin; she softly moaned as she pushed against my face and mouth.
I moved to her, kissed her, and shared her own secretions with her. Then we held each other in a naked warm embrace for a long time. Neither of us spoke, we just held each other. "We should go to bed" I urged and she agreed as we dressed and made our way to our respective bedrooms.
I didn't know if Mike had been aware of our liaison but Harry continued to snore and sleep soundly. It took some time for me to doze into a satisfied slumber. There were many thoughts still dancing in my head but one curiosity had been sated, very well sated.
Harry had his breakfast and left for work, the words were few, as normal, only to say he would work half a day on Christmas Eve. Christmas, three days away, two days alone with Mike and Angie, no days alone with Matt and a lot of things left to do.
