Evie: A Charming Southern Lady in the Fourth Chapter
One morning after a racy experience with Bobby, Sunny and I had coffee in the kitchen. While Mike and Bobby were still fast asleep, we shared a warm hello, and as we embraced, we could sense that the sexual tension from the previous night lingered. When we kissed, our lips tugged gently at each other, providing a sexual meaning between a stepmom and her stepdaughter. We quietly laughed and kissed again, just because we could.
Saturdays meant a busy day for me, being on top of my yoga classes. Though I knew I'd be sore on Sunday, being in excellent shape allowed me to push myself to not delegate my obligations. To warm up, I had a cup of coffee, some fruits, and was eagerly off to the gym. I planned to take a minute on the elliptical or take a quick stroll around the gym to get the blood pumping.
The gym was open, with no one at the front desk to greet me as I walked in. Walking to the back, I realized no one was in the premises. Then I heard a toilet flush, and Billy made his grand entrance from the men's locker room. Wearing shorts that tightly hugged his muscles with a well-fit muscle shirt, he looked incredible. As always, he was completely muscular in front of me.
"Evie." He beamed over.
"Hi, Billy." I greeted with a gleam in my eye. "I hope I'm not intruding!"
He chuckled, "Of course not, that's why we're open early. People need to stay fit, right?"
I giggled, "I guess so. I'm going to stretch a bit before my yoga classes."
The gym owner followed me, setting up a pot of coffee, while I changed into my yoga tights and sporty top. Facing the mirror, I began stretching. Every now and then, I could see Billy watching me, and I knew I was giving him a little show. No intention was there for him to do anything inappropriate, but I must admit I liked the way his eyes gazed at me constantly.
A while later, he sat on a bench press to watch me stretch. "How's Mike?" he inquired.
"Good, busy, works a lot of late nights," I replied.
He nodded, "He mentioned that. Thursday evenings or Mondays every other week are our poker nights."
I shook my head, stretched, and tried to keep my balance as I leaned to touch my toes.
"You talked to him?" to which I nodded and answered, "Thursday night poker."
Billy smirked, "Sure. He's been acting weird. Weird for him, I mean."
"Definitely. He's been buried with work," I explained.
As I stretched behind me, he stood behind me, placing his fingers on my hips as I leaned into each stretch. It felt odd, and I expected him to make a move, but satisfied with holding my posterior, he seemed content with just that.
Later, as I stretched my other leg, he got a turn at my bum. I pretended not to notice, yet I suddenly found myself craving this attention I shouldn't encourage.
"Warm enough?" I inquired, thinking of the weights.
He chuckled, "Yes, go ahead. Let me spot you."
I sat on the upright and attempted a lat pull, with Billy spotting for me. As I sat with my legs spread wide, it was clear I had caught his eye. He stared at me and dared a little glance at my rear end. I couldn't help but wonder how far he would dare to go, but he seemed content with just holding my ass.
He then guided me to do the leg curl, a new exercise I'd never taken before. I'd seen others do it, but never had.
"It's simple," he assured, "just lay on your stomach, position your leg behind the padded bar, and simply move it up."
"Sounds easy," I replied and followed his instructions, laying flat on the bench. Noticing Billy's attention towards my behind, I was getting aroused, reacting to the way his eyes were fixated on my posterior.
As I tried moving my leg, it wouldn't budge.
"Hey, Billy, any tips?" I teased, watching him smile in the mirror. He laughed, "Just hold your other leg straight, and lift with your back."
I tried again and lifted my leg. As I rotated to the other side, the same thing happened, tightening my ass cheeks to his gaze.
"This one's easier than the other," I joked, unable to ignore the situation.
Once again he had his hands on my buttocks, after which I appreciated the pressure, feeling like I might have wanted it.
He chuckled, "Pardon me. Let me adjust the weight." He bent over me, with a strong hand on my raised butt, he took out the pin and relocated it to a lesser weight. While I wondered if he was giving my rear a slight squeeze, I thought, "Why am I liking this so much?" He was a big, powerful man who looked amazing. Of course I liked it.
"Here!" he declared and patted my butt, then let go. "Give it a shot."
So, he grabbed my butt again. No biggie, right? I wriggled my legs, though the pain was still there. "It's just too heavy." I declared, "I can't do reps with this much."
He returned, and this time, when he held my butt, his fingers managed to slide between my thighs. I felt him rubbing against my crotch. I squirmed, "Evie, are you okay?" he queried, still touching me.
I nodded, "Yes. Fine. Just fine." I replied, attempting to keep myself from arcing up against his hand. C'mon, Evie! Pull yourself together! That's not correct and you know it!
He snickered and moved the pin once more. The whole time he was fondling me rather obviously, and since I didn't stop him, he grew bolder and delved a finger or two over my pussy under my super-tight yoga outfit.
"There you go." He informed, pressing his fingertip more firmly to explicitly spread my pussy lips apart. "Give it a go."
I folded my legs, but he kept his hand there, his fingers still on my rear while he fondled my groin area. Tell him to stop, Evie! Stop this before it gets out of hand! Goddammit! That was delightful. Every time I raised my leg like... Mmm... that. Pushed tightly against my...
We both realized someone had arrived at the front door. He withdrew his hand and got a step farther, just as TJ entered and spotted me on the ground beside Billy. Damn it! Go away! He was beginning to touch... Shit!
"Hi Billy! Hi Evie!" TJ greeted, beaming, "It seems everyone decided for an early start."
The rest of the morning wasn't as... inappropriate. I completed my warmup, then walked a few laps around the gym until the first course convened.
"So..." TJ strolled next to me and offered me his enthusiastic grin. "Thought about it?"
I hadn't considered it. I was intended to disclose my intention to ride with him that night. I exhaled heavily at him as we walked, then I smirked. "You got the horses?"
He agreed, "Sure, I did."
I continued strolling with him while he anticipated a response. "What if I said no?" I questioned, "You'll inquire again?"
He nodded, "Certainly. I wouldn't be able to manage the horses again. It wasn't cost-free."
I frowned, "So you paid for them?"
He snorted a laugh, "Of course. Of course. But for yours, my horse is free. I don't have two."
I frowned. "But leasing a horse must be expensive!"
He nodded, "Like I said, it wasn't gratis."
"Now I feel terrible," I lamented. "You spent so much on a ride with me."
"Then you'll go riding with me?" He asked more eagerly.
I had to snicker, "Let me propose something." I said, leaning up and stroking his tacky mustache, "You remove 'em,"
He laughed, "I'll dig them out by the roots if you desire."
"No, just shave 'em." I laughed. "By eight my last session is completed; where do you want me to meet you?"
"No. This demands a legitimate date. I'll come fetch you." He beamed. "I'll leave at seven, pick you up here at eight."
"I'll need to shower." I advised. "Probably near eight-thirty."
"Eight twenty." He beamed, "I'll wait."
Wasn't he simply... endearing? "Agree."
As soon as he left to perform his duties, and my initial class showed up, I felt the need to seem more presentable for my "official" date. I wore shorts and a t-shirt at the gym. As I had a break between my first and second class, I contacted Sunny.
"Hi Evie!" she responded delightedly and enthusiastically, "How are you?"
I decided that if I was on a genuine date, I should at least attempt to look good. "I need to request assistance." I voiced.
Hello, Sunny. Hey, sweetheart, can you do me a favor? Please go into my closet at my home and select a lovely dress for me to wear tonight.
"Are you dating Tarek again?" she inquired.
Tarek, what a coincidence? He's scheduled to attend today's class. "Not really." I countered, voice lowering in case anyone was eavesdropping. "TJ will take me for a ride on the beach tonight."
"Awww, that's so cool!" She exclaimed over the phone.
"Is it?" I asked uneasily. "It feels more like I'm cheating on Mike with not one, but two guys."
"Charlotte," she said seriously, "you need to prioritize your own happiness. No one else will do it for you. Understood?"
"I understand, but..."
"No buts!" she barked. "Say it aloud - you need to prioritize your happiness."
I sighed. "Alright, fine."
"No! Say it again!" she insisted.
"Okay. I need to prioritize my happiness."
"Exactly." She breathed out nervously. "Just like last night. I've never seen you so happy!"
"Last night was a massive blunder." I sighed.
"False!" she burst out laughing. "It was fantastic!"
"But..." I said almost inaudibly. "You're my stepdaughter, for Pete's sake. And Bobby is my partner's son! Having sex with them is inappropriate."
Pause for a couple of seconds. She made a smooching sound. "We'll talk about it. I'll be there in a couple of hours. Oh! By the way, what about the yellow sundress with the crisscross chest?"
"No!" I gasped in shock. "It's too revealing! It has a very short skirt, and the top exposes my stomach and almost the entire back. A few bounces on a horse, and it may just slip off!"
"Then it's perfect!" She chuckled. "I'm about to leave. I'll pick up the dress, then meet you at the gym around two. Sound good?"
I glanced at my phone. "Why the wait?"
She giggled then sighed. "Mikey left. I'm waking Bobby up now. oh! And guess what? I found a nice big surprise!" she cooed, then hung up.
Good grief! Was she going to wake him up with sex? Well, of course she was! If I were there, I might want to join in. Gosh! Stop that, Evie. Keep your composure!
The morning class was small, just four middle-aged women. I kept it light and didn't push them too hard, but all of them agreed it was terrific, and they'd return for more! The afternoon class was better. With eight participants, three of them were male, which is unusual! All in their age range or older, I ramped up the intensity and we were all feeling the burn by the end.
Sunny pulled up next to me, and we shared a late lunch or early dinner sandwich while she inquired about my date with TJ. I had little to share, so I diverted the topic.
"Did... Bobby mention anything about last night?" I asked nervously.
She giggled and nodded. "He said it was the hottest thing he's ever experienced."
I nodded. "I know, I feel the same way."
"We both want to do it again." She joked.
I felt a sensation approaching panic, but also excitement. "We shouldn't." I groaned. "I shouldn't go behind Mike's back. I need to talk to him about it. Sooner rather than later."
"Maybe Mike's exploring new delights too?" Sunny teased.
I smiled but maintained my composure. "Let's hope for the best." I replied. "Anyway, I'm off to grab my bag. See you at the gym.
Sunny leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Enjoy tonight!" and she sped off, leaving me with a knot in my stomach, unsure of the decisions I've made with TJ. It didn't have to be anything more than a pleasant ride on the beach and perhaps a glass of wine. I didn't need to let it escalate more than that, right? With how handsome, tall, and charming he is. Damn it!
From the gym, I entered for a brief warm-up session before the next class. There were a couple of young men near the free weights. They cleared some area, letting me use the dumbbells. These guys were monstrous and strong, and I felt like a weasel amid this bunch. However, they were all polite and welcoming. They allowed me to occupy the bench for bicep curls.
"Hi, Evie," I heard Dean's voice. I looked past the other muscular bodies to find him looming ahead. Initially, I was impressed by his girth, but it had been a decade since I last saw him. He resembled his father, broad and bulky, not towering like TJ or Bobby.
"Hi, Dean," I responded, smiling at him.
Dean walked over to his friends and they all shook hands or fist-bumped one another. Then he glided towards me. "You've been looking amazing in your yoga gear," he said flirtatiously. "And I heard you have a lot of students! That's great, right?"
I nodded, appreciative of his kind words.
He inquired as to my weight training habits. His question felt cryptic like Billy might've shared an embarrassing secret - maybe about my yoga warm-up touching incident. To avoid an awkward situation, I feigned ignorance.
"I switched to light weights," I fibbed. "I'm trying to add muscles to my scrawny frame."
Dean grinned: "Well, that's wonderful. By the way, I'm going to be getting a degree in Physical Therapy soon. I'll take over the gym when my dad retires. Do you think you could teach me a few of those yoga poses and help me with weight training? What do you say?"
The other guys were watching intently, probably wondering whether I'd oblige.
I granted them approval with a subtle smile. "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'd be happy to!"
"Monday's your day off. Can we make it Tuesday instead?" he asked, anticipatory as ever.
"Sure. I'll come to your class. We could stay after for weight training," I agreed.
"Perfect!" His smile grew wider. "I'll come to the class and stick around."
As I walked towards the other ladies, looking forward to befriending them, I observed Tarek conversing with an individual I couldn't identify. Was he chatting with Nick? Were they friends? I moved closer, attempting to overhear them.
"Hi Aisha," I greeted cheerfully. "In my 30s?" Tarek sounded impressed.
"Hello," Tarek's companion responded. "I haven't seen you here before. Did you try yoga from a video or some friend?"
"No, a childhood clip convinced me to try yoga. These days, I come to this class after work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday," Tarek responded. "So, I started to wonder…"
Tarek seemed engrossed in their conversation. A discussion about the origins of his yoga practice.
TJ reiterated his request over lunch.
"We could have a three-course picnic," he fussed. "What do you think?"
"Sounds great," I assured him. "But fried chicken might not be a good choice."
"Good call," TJ acknowledged. "I'll bring a box of sushi and we'll chat over it."
Leaving him, who rushed off quickly, I headed to greet Tarek and his friend. "What a coincidence!" I teased. "If this is Nick, I've seen him at the co-op. Neither of you mentioned that you see each other outside our little studio."
Tarek and Nick exchanged smiles.
"I heard you enjoyed one-on-one sessions at the café," Nick said. "You liked demonizing me, eh?"
"Nick did demonstrate his sadism at the café," Tarek said, joking.
They shared a hearty laugh at their own joke.
"Bravo for her," said Tarek. "It provides numerous benefits for health and relaxation... if you do it the right way."
Tarek chuckled. "Well, the method we employed certainly wasn't what most people would deem as relaxing." He winked at me.
Tarek nodded slowly. "Oh, yes. I'm no stranger to that either." He gave me an intense stare, causing my face to feel uncomfortably hot.
"Simply listen to Evie and follow her directions. She's absolutely remarkable," Tarek teased, and I experienced another bout of knee wobbling.
"I'm sure," Nick replied, and his gaze on me was anything but yoga.
"Alright, you two. Have a great time. Loosen up a bit, and we'll initiate in a few minutes."
I convened the rest of the class and counted... goodness! Ten! Once they were all gathered together, I noticed Billy stride by. He gave me a big grin, a thumbs up, and a wink. Oh, dear. I probably shouldn't have let him grab me like that. Although I liked it, I didn't need to be flirting with my supervisor. Oh, Evie!
The class began slowly. I felt slightly exhausted from the previous two, but toward the end, I regained my energy and the entire class pushed through. It was one of the better workouts I'd ever experienced. Throughout the whole session, I kept noticing Nick and Tarek checking me out, and I couldn't help but be encouraged by it. What can I say? I enjoy being admired.
Following the class, several of the ladies approached me to express their gratitude for the session. A particularly attractive, reddish-blonde haired lady named Vickie came up to me and offered a broad, gleaming smile. "Hello there, Evie," she said. "I'm Vickie. I've heard you don't reside in town, right?"
I nodded. "I live on Fording before the bridge." I responded.
"Oh, nice area!" she exclaimed. "Well, I thoroughly enjoyed this class. You're outstanding."
I blushed and returned her smile. "Aw, thanks to you. You're very sweet."
"Well then, maybe you'd like to socialize with some of the locals here," she suggested. "We have a group of women who get together for diverse activities. Luncheons, golf, cards, bowling. You name it."
"I'd be thrilled! Thank you." I gushed.
"Excellent. Let's exchange numbers, and I'll fill you in on our upcoming plans."
We exchanged our numbers and she left to shower. Tarek then approached me, as if waiting for my encounter with Vickie to end.
"Acquaintance of yours?"
I nodded. "Pretty much, just met. She seems nice."
"Excellent," he murmured in a quieter tone. "So, I was wondering..." he whispered. "Is it possible that I could persuade you to dine with me on Monday following work?"
My heart skipped a beat. "I'd adore that. Yes!"
He grinned. "I'll pick you up from your house at 7:00 p.m., if that's suitable?"
I nodded. "Perfect," I agreed.
I hurried into the women's locker room, showered, and applied makeup. On my way out, I wave goodbye to Vickie again. Then I brushed my hair, threw on a little dress that Sunny had gifted me. It wasn't a yellow dress she'd suggested - it was even more immodest!
Sigh. How was I meant to ride in this getup? A micro-skirt and a sheer top with no back - how could I possibly wear a bra? I'm not exactly endowed, and I normally don't require one, but I don't normally bounce around on a horse, either!
Dressed in this outfit, I inspected myself in the mirror. The baby blue top brought out my eyes, and the tiny white skirt was quite adorable but incredibly short. I sincerely hoped we wouldn't be embarking on an arduous journey. My buttocks and thighs would be resting on the leather saddle, and that would be unpleasant.
Checking the clock, I saw it was already 8:40 p.m., so I gathered my things and bid goodbye to Billy, who seemed quite taken with my ensemble.
TJ was standing by his pickup truck outside, waiting for me. When he spotted me, his grin could illuminate the night sky. "Wow!" he exclaimed, impressed. "You look fantastic!"
I couldn't stop myself from performing a little twirl, making my skirt flares out. "Thank you, TJ." I chortled.
"Are you able to ride in that?" he questioned.
I giggled. "I was also concerned." I explained. "I just requested Sunny to deliver something to me, and apparently, she assumed this would make a funny little joke."
He chuckled. "So, you'll have to thank Sunny." He said. "I came with a picnic blanket for you to place on your saddle for... an additional layer of comfort or something."
I laughed in return. "That's sweet. Thank you, TJ."
We continued chatting in the truck as we made our way down a dirt road until we reached a huge barn with a sign I couldn't read in the darkness. "What is this?"
"This, my friend, is my uncle's peach orchard." He grinned. "He lets out the stables, and I know the guy who rents out horses. Gave me a decent rate."
"Your uncle owns a peach orchard?" I asked with a grin.
"Orchard." He clarified. "It isn't enormous, but he does all right."
He helped me off the truck, and we went over to the barn, where two horses were saddled and inside their stables. While I've ridden horses before, it wasn't enough to know what I was doing. I can climb onto a horse, remain in the saddle, and guide it left or right. However, I'm clueless if asked to saddle one, feed one, or any such tasks.
He assisted me with the blanket and helped me into the saddle, which really seemed to entertain him with the added skirt. The ride was mostly walking, which was fine. When we picked up speed, I had to continue pulling my top back into position. We passed a road, galloped through a vast field, then over a dune, and we were on the beach!
He took us to a secluded location far removed from the public or private beaches and helped me dismount. My legs were a little tired, but not rubbed raw, thanks to the blanket.
"Wow!" I gasped at the breathtaking sight of the moonlight reflecting on the ocean. The view of the waves' crests and foam was striking. It was beautiful. "We were truly blessed with the weather!" I sighed.
"We sure were!" he chuckled. "Now let me put this blanket on the ground. There's a bottle in your saddle bag."
I discovered a wine bottle wrapped in towels, along with two plastic wine glasses. "Look at what you managed to find!" I giggled, showing the glasses to him.
He nodded. "Dollar store!" he joked. "At least they won't shatter, right?"
I loved it!
Once the blanket was on the ground, I fell onto it and held the glasses while he unpacked the wine. I assumed he would need a corkscrew, but it had a twist lid. Convenient, I suppose. He filled our glasses with wine, capped the bottle, and leaned against me, facing me. "I toast to the most attractive woman in town." He raised his glass to mine.
"C'mon, cut it out." I chuckled. We bumped our plastic wine glasses together, and I took a drink. To my surprise, it was quite delectable. To be honest, I did not have high expectations, but it was surprisingly good.
For a moment, I stared at the water, moon, and his eager eyes. I knew what he wanted to do, of course. But I was certain this would make my life significantly more intricate if I allowed it. I was about to utter something when he jumped in.
"By the way, has your class gotten any bigger?" He beamed.
I grunted with amusement and nodded. "Indeed. Ten students tonight. Not too terrible, huh?"
"So you also work at the golf course, right?" He went on. "Did you ever learn to play?"
I knew he was simply trying to relaxation me. I was grateful for it. However, I required a few things to be clear. "TJ. We can't really engage in a romantic partnership, right?"
He looked down at his glass of wine and frowned. "You're still harping on that?"
"Yes." I confirmed. "I just wanted to say that."
He exhaled, turned his gaze to me, and a more serious expression washed over his face. "Evie." He stated matter-of-factly. "I'm no longer a kid. I'll be turning twenty-two in July. My father was married by that age, and my mother was too. They had me a year later."
"I comprehend. I do." I acknowledged, "But I have..."
"A boyfriend." He interjected. "I understand. I don't care. I merely want to better know you. There's no harm in that, is there?"
Seriously? His boyish demeanor had vanished. Before me stood a young man who exuded confidence and determination.
"Evie." He said calmly. "I'm no child anymore. If I need to share you with another of your boyfriends, I'd still be happy just to be one of them."
I heaved a sigh. It might sound alluring, but I knew it wasn't as simple as it appeared. If he knew about the entire scenario, he'd bolt immediately. Therefore, I had to disclose everything! Honesty was the way to go. Just like my father used to say, 'sometimes you have to place all your cards on the table and watch as the cards fall wherever they may.' If nothing else, it would ease my life of a complication.
"Alright, here's what I've got to say." I heaved a sigh.
"Say it, Eve." He glanced at me.
"I have a plan." I hesitated.
He nodded, and I continued while I still had the courage to do so. "I've been seeing a gentleman from the golf club, and he's really lovely. We're going to meet again."
TJ nodded. "No problem." He grinned.
I inhaled sharply and felt my heart attempting to tear a rib as I attempted to continue. "And... I..." Oh, dear! How was I supposed to state it. Should I? Was I going to be hiking home if I did? Truth, Evelyn. Just stick to the truth.
"I... engaged in oral sex... with Bobby." I gasped those words out and prepared for the backlash.
For a lengthy moment, he just lay on his side, watching me, and I couldn't perceive enough of his face to know what he was contemplating. I couldn't tell whether he was furious, disgusted, puzzled, or what. I simply understood that my face must have been fear-inducing and fiery.
"Whoa!" he gasped, and a nervous chuckle followed. "That's, um... something."
I nodded, a little ruefully. If TJ was out of the picture, it would be simpler than juggling two boyfriends.
Then he shifted closer, and I could view that he was grinning. "You're attempting to frighten me off." He asserted. "It's not going to work."
"I'm not!" I declared firmly. "It's the truth."
He nodded. "I trust you." He said. "But it still isn't going to scare me." He moved even nearer, and I could see he was smiling. "You're attempting to frighten me away." He murmured. "It's not going to work."
"I'm not!" I declared heightening my voice. "It's the truth."
He nodded. "I believe you." He said. "However, it still won't scare me off." He moved even closer, and our lips met. I let him kiss me, and I fully anticipated his tongue would get involved, but he only made it a soft, gentle sort of kiss. "Do you believe me? That I won't be frightened off?"
"TJ, you don't realize..."
Another kiss disrupted me, and this one was more intense, tongues rubbing against each other.
"I don't mind having to share you." He asserted quietly. "I don't mind if you've got another boyfriend, or two, or even twenty. As long as I'm one of them, I'll be satisfied."
I furrowed my brow. "But... me and Bobby?" I stammered.
"Just another man." He beamed.
I wasn't positive if I should trust him. Was he truly unconcerned, or was he simply trying to convince me to accept his terms? Did it even make a difference? Probably not. "Well, then... okay."
He grinned. "Gawesome!" He leaned in once more, and we continued kissing. It kept going and going. Suddenly, I stopped and held him back somewhat. "Oh! I just recognized something!"
He furrowed his brows. "What?"
I leaned forward again and traced my fingertip over his smooth upper lip. "You shaved for me."
"You asked me to." He grinned and nodded.
I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." We kissed again, and I paid particular attention to how smooth his freshly shaved face was. I liked a little scruff sometimes, but smooth is also nice. I could feel him working on the knot behind my neck. Soon, my blouse came loose. One of his hands traced up my miniskirt, and that massive, robust hand seized my derriere so adamantly that I yelped into his lips. He dove down for my breasts, and started licking and nibbling at the erect nipples, causing me to tremble all over.
I lowered everything else. All my reasons and excuses were lost. I'd make it right with Mikey eventually, but in that moment, I didn't give two craps whether anyone thought this was incorrect. It felt too stupendously delightful. If this hunky youth desired sex with me, I was going to ensure he'd never forget it! Text
The moment our hands touched, we began unfastening our pants. He helped me out of my skirt, as I did the same with him. Hot and heavy, our bodies seemed to chase each other in sensuous movements, his boxers and my panties forgotten on the floor. Kneeling by his side, I reached down and teasingly undid his boxers, leaving his privates to my tender gaze. I wanted to savor every moment, and perhaps that’s why I delayed sliding them all the way down.
Once I had him properly exposed, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. He wasn’t thick, but the size was perfect, and remarkable in comparison to what I was used to. Hungrily, I grasped it and began licking the head back and forth. I had practiced my blowjob skills in the past, and was shocked at what a difference this man had made in my oral enthusiasm. I figure all those big, older guys had bitter tasting cum, but this time, I was eager to find out.
Getting up close and personal with his penis, I licked and slobbered all over, intending to savor every moment. The taste summoned a memory, but I could barely recall it. The first time I had ever come felt like biting into a good chocolate bar. The memory of half-baked pot smoothered the exquisiteness of the experience. I relished the opportunity to reclaim the time long lost. As I pleasured him, I felt satisfied, entertained, completely dazzled by his guttural noises and constricted grip on my hair.
I figured he was going to cum any second, but surprisingly, he stood up with me still wrapped around his member and tore my panties off. I started to protest, begging him not to stop, but his passion refused to be silenced. Rolling me onto my back, he grabbed me by the hips and drove himself inside. This man wasn't inhibited by humor or conventional dating. He was intent on exactly what he wanted and I was game for it.
He hovered above me, panting heavily as he pondered a truth. “Oh no.” he moaned.
Before I could question what was wrong, he said, “I forgot the rubbers in my saddle bag.”
I stifled a chuckle, “It’s okay, I won’t get pregnant.”
My laughter caught his attention, and he followed my lead, letting lust win out over common sense. And so, he dove in, yanking my body into a position comfortable enough to accommodate his eager cock. The lovemaking between us soon transitioned from soft and lingering to hard and energetic, and I was glad there would be no barrier between us.
"Keep your hands on my breasts," he instructed. "I'll train them to like it, you'll see," he whispered into my ear.
While I lay there, catching my breath, he reached below to play with my nipples. It was something I’d never experienced, and the close proximity only added to the madness. It wasn't too long after that I came again, so loud I was sure he heard me. I love a man who knows what he likes! TJ snickered. All I could do was laugh to myself at his cheeky comment. It feels so good to be so free, especially after spending so many years trying to be someone else. My clenched knees squeezed him in a tight embrace as my body embraced the occurrence: the sound of his amused snort echoed across the room behind us.
The hissing release of cold air chased my memory away before it even settled in, and I was replaced with only one thought. His finger would go in first, eventually stretching me to accept him completely, and that's exactly what he did.
Then, he rolled me over, riding me harder and rougher. Just when I thought it would be over soon, I was in heaven as he thrust even deeper. I was eating pussy, practically begging for a chance when he stopped. Instead of getting angry, I managed to pull him back to me, reaching for his butt – how did he have such a nice butt, compared to me? – and spreading my legs comprehensively.
I was amazed by how easily I slid my wet heat down his scarred buttock into his back door. Trying to take charge of my own ass didn't prove too challenging. Thus I found my rhythm and began riding him with unwavering focus, leaving little chance for discomfort. Shortly after, I came again, this one long, lovely and loud.
Suddenly, he moved us around once more, and I found myself flat on my stomach as he got into position behind me. The head of his penis slid up and down my vagina, then up and down the entrance to my anus. I just lay there, still trembling from my last orgasm.
"Fancy giving it a go?" he asked and pressed the head of his penis against the tight sphincter of my rear.
I made a whimper, clutched the blanket with my fingers, but ultimately shook my head. "No! Not tonight!"
He shifted positions to align the tip of his length with my vagina, and leaned over me, driving it in. I let out a deep moan from deep within me.
"Another time?"
I pushed back to make him go deeper and nodded. "Absolutely!"
He brought his knees up, making me open my legs wide, and continued to thrust himself into me while his thumb massaged my anus. He must have known I liked it the first time, and I really did. This was even better. He continued to rub his thumb around it, and that extra stimulation was driving me wild. He ploughed into me for so long, I was panting. I orgasmed again before he started breathing differently.
"Wait!" I panted. "Not yet!"
I wriggled from beneath him, rolled onto my back, and started using my hand to finish him off. That delightful, sticky cock was right in front of my face. I needed to try it. I needed to experience firsthand what I witnessed on that video Mike showed me. The one with the voluptuous blonde woman and three men!
He loved it, it seemed. Just a few more strokes, and I was hit in the open mouth with a gush of semen. Another landed across my face from one cheek to the other. Then a third hit me on my chin. Splats of warm, thick liquid continued to fall on my breasts as he completely drained his testicles. It felt so filthy and slutty, and it was precisely what I wanted to feel - as though I was giving in to a yearning.
I closed my mouth and gathered the semen on my tongue. It still felt unusual, and it was salty, but not repulsive. I swallowed, and the sound of that made TJ groan. I licked my lips, made contented sounds, and swallowed some more.
"Wow!" he gasped. "You're so damned horny!"
I flashed a grin up at him, and licked my lips again. I, too, felt horny and sexy.
However, a feeling of emptiness enveloped me. I thought about Bobby, and Tarek, and now TJ... and Mikey being clueless. He was a good bloke. He'd always treated me and Sunny well. He was a bit of a snore in bed, but I couldn't call it horrible. And there I was spicing up my sex life while his was simply... dreary.
I mentally entertained the possibility that maybe, on the nights I was not present, he had a woman around who enjoyed his tedious version of intercourse. Or maybe those poker evenings with the boys were not as innocent as they seemed. I doubted it, but maybe.
I wished that he had someone he enjoyed being with, as that may help alleviate the guilt I experienced. I almost held out a hope that it was true. That possibly, on those nights when I was absent, he had a lovely woman friend who preferred his mundane sex. Or maybe those poker nights with the boys were more risqué than he let on. I wouldn't mind. Like Sunny had already told me, I wasn't entirely in love with Mikey. He was a safe option for a partner. Steady. But love wasn't supposed to be that. It required... more of this! Exhilaration! Sensuality! Dull sex wasn't cutting it anymore. I needed heart-racing, toe-curling, stomach-churning, want more kind of sex.
"So, you okay down there?" TJ asked, still kneeling above me with his flaccid penis, and I snapped out of my contemplation like a rubber band.
"Oh! Yes. Totally." I sighed and attempted to banish those thoughts before they could overwhelm me. "Let's go!" I declared and took his hand, leading us to the water and into the ocean. I washed his semen from my face, rinsed out my mouth with seawater, then returned and he lifted me into his arms, kissing me in the waves. It was almost the same as my fantasy - except we weren't fucking, and he did not transform into Bobby. It felt wonderful. I loved how strong and considerate he was, and how his hands grasped and held me; as though he would never let go. Sexy and caring, but still a little bit mischievous.
We swam a while to cool down, then returned to the blanket to warm up again. After another glass of wine, I was atop him, taking another steady ride on his erect penis while he left hickey marks on my neck and shoulders. I climaxed again and allowed him to come inside me. Then we snuggled side-by-side, soaking up that feeling like two sponges.
Scooting up beside him, I wrapped my lips around his semi-erect member, nestling it tight between my butt cheeks. The desire shone in his eyes as he longed to enter me there. I knew exactly what he was thinking. "Maybe next time," I purred and wiggled my bottom slightly.
Eventually, we switched positions and I rested my head on his chest. The waves crashing on the shore created a relaxing ambiance. I turned to him and inquired, "What's TJ stand for?"
He chuckled slightly. "You won't believe me."
"I won't laugh," I promised.
"Sure you will." He laughed.
"No, I won't." I giggled. "Go on. Tell me."
"Thomas Jefferson. It's a family tradition to name the first-born sons after famous American leaders." He explained.
I smirked. "It's cute. I like it. You have a cousin named George Washington, right?"
He chuckled more. "No, we call him George."
"But you're George's older brother?" I confirmed.
"Yep. He's George Washington," he said.
I snickered. "Oh my, so he's GW?"
"Yes." He laughed. "My daddy's tricky."
"Funny tradition." I nodded.
After some time, he asked, "So you can't have kids, huh?"
I nodded. "I got pregnant once, but it didn't last past the eighth week. My doctor said I could try again, but it would be risky for both the baby and me."
"Oh, Evie." He sighed. "I didn't know."
I smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips. "It was a while ago. I'm good now." I confessed. "But tell me, do you still want to be my boyfriend?"
He nodded. "Yes, but..."
I understood and cut him off, "So you're saying like you're too young for me?" I teased.
He shook his head. "No, it's not that. I just... we need to be clear about expectations."
"Fair. We'll be honest with each other," I assured him. "Now, I need to get home. It's getting late, and I need to follow up on a few things."
He nodded and helped me off my horse. We talked about the horses and saddled them back up. He drove me back to my house and stood in my kitchen to say goodbye. We shared one more kiss and parted ways.
Inside my house, I found my roommate, Sunny, sitting on the couch. She'd been drinking her famous cosmo cocktail. "Hi Evie," she said. "No hot date?"
I knew she was joking since she could clearly see that I had a guy's scent on me. "No, but I won't be telling you about it."
She patted the seat next to her. "I don't care about your date. I need to tell you something about my date with Bobby."
I turned and flopped down next to her. "Really? Okay, spill"
She grinning at me. "Good. I'll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours."
I smiled. "You know, you're right. We can trust each other with anything."
And without hesitating, I leaned over and kissed Sunny. "Anything goes."
She giggled. "Really? Anything? Even our secrets?"
I smiled. "Absolutely. I trust you completely."
She leaned in for another kiss. "I like this." She pulled me back for another, and I felt my heart leap with happiness. This agreement of trust made me realize how rare it was and how precious it is to have it.
We continued kissing, letting this moment fill us with a sort of happiness we hadn't experienced before. "Sunny, do you want to ... feel me up?" I whispered.
She grinned and pulled me down, her hand sliding under my shirt to cup my breast.
"Sunny, this is so ... different," I gasped.
"Good different," she said, her hand exploring my body with bewildering newfound desire.
I slipped into my robe, prepared a cocktail, and snuggled up with Sunny to divulge every detail about my day. I started with my workout at the gym, and Billy's inappropriate actions. Then there was my tennis date with Nick tomorrow. Setting up a rendezvous with Tarek for Monday.
Next, I shared the story of the evening, from being picked up at the gym, admiring his clean-shaven mustache, the provocative short skirt she was wearing, which made things more exciting. Our ride to the beach, offering him the chance to back out, him agreeing to being one of my multiple partners, and then...
"We were like children snogging for a while." I breathed, reliving the memory.
"Hey, are you saying I'm a kid?" she teased.
I nodded. "Absolutely, darling." I grinned at her. "Now shush. There's more."
"Okay, excellent. Because this is pretty bland so far."
I stuck my tongue out at her and continued. "So we were snogging, and I was barely trying to resist, and next thing I know, we're down to just our underwear." I drew closer, my smile widened. "I slid them down and..." I held out my hands, roughly measuring his size.
Her face transformed with a smile. When this girl receives a smile, she seems a completely different person. Beautiful and sexy, yet utterly distinct.
"Wow!" she giggled. "Quite the length!"
I shook my head. "Not the longest, but a close second. Maybe third. I'm pretty sure Tarek takes the cake in that field."
She laughed again. "So what happened? You managed to tease him with it?"
"Exactly." I smirked. "So, I tried to swallow as much of it as I could. Turns out, not much."
"That's not impressive enough..." She frowned. "I'll need to teach you my time-tested skank moves."
"Oh my! That's quite crass for such a cutie!" I practically gasped. "And how do you plan to teach? We'll need to acquire carrots or cucumbers to practice with?"
She winked. "Bananas are far superior. But I know someone who'd be willing to help you develop your skills."
I gawped at her. "Bobby?" I gasped.
She nodded and shooed me away. "I don't want to ruin the moment. Continue!"
"All right. So, I was giving him a BJ. Yeah. Got that far. He wasn't so great, but, you know how older guys taste slightly bitter..." I snickered. "I'm almost certain you haven't encountered this."
Her eyes fell, blushing fiercely. "Yeah... I kind of have..."
I was taken aback. "Really?" I gasped. "Who?"
She calculated for a moment, appearing hesitant, then shook her head. "I can't... not yet. Your turn."
Seconds passed before I thought of the right response. "All right. So, after that, he almost ripped off my panties, and we were thoroughly preparing for something big, and he stopped because he needed a condom." We both giggled. "I told him he didn't need one, which I think he really liked at the end. And... and.... it was really sweet. A bit romantic, if you will." I sighed, thinking of the events. "Kind of like two strangers falling in love at a train station. Sweet and romantic."
"Romantic?" she scoffed. "We're talking about that guy, aren't we?"
I chortled. "Yes, indeed." I nodded. "But you're right. The romantically challenged didn't stay for long. I got the sex machine instead." She sighed and I laughed. "He was so Mmm... so deep inside me. Ooo! I had some intense orgasms, I tell you." Then I bit my lower lip, recalling the... other part. "He used his fingertips to... stimulate my backside a touch."
Her eyes widened, and her grin broadened. "Did you let him?"
I shook my head. "Not on that occasion." I sighed.
"So, will there be a second chance?" she squealed, bouncing her backside on the couch. "Will there be a repeat?"
I blushed, nodding. "I expect so."
I shook my head, letting out a sigh. "We went skinny dipping to clean each other up. Then we continued making out, which soon turned into intercourse. This one was more gentle, though still hot. He managed to press the right spot inside me, resulting in an intense, explosive climax." I smiled as I reminisced about the experience. "It's like an orgasm button whenever he touches me there."
She gasped, eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Oh, I envy you! I'd love to see that in action." She fluttered her eyebrows playfully.
"Haha, maybe you're the influence who swayed me away from my childhood principles." I chuckled.
"So, we rode back to the barn, and he drove me home. We spent some time saying goodbyes in his pickup outside." I pointed at the door. "I arrived home to find my stepdaughter already drinking without me."
She giggled, clinking her glass with mine. "And now, she's enjoying a drink with you!" She beamed with pride. "Well done, my friend!" She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "It's incredible that you've managed to find two new lovers in a week! I'm so proud of you."
"What's there to be proud of?" I half-jokingly questioned. "I'm essentially cheating on my boyfriend."
"You deserve some happiness. You need a partner who can make you feel young again." She insisted.
I took a deep breath, feeling almost as if I'd been holding it. I needed to believe I hadn't done anything terrible after all. Even with a lingering sense of guilt, it wasn't as intense as before.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. "What about the older man?" I questioned eagerly.
She looked at me nervously, her lips at the edge of a pout and her eyes wide, as if she was hesitant to say his name. "Promise you won't get mad?"
"It's a stupid question." I chuckled. "Just tell me already!"
She hesitated, but then finally murmured, "It was... Mike."
I froze, feeling a cold shiver run through my body. "What did you say?"
She squeezed my arm tighter. "I'm sorry, Evie. It all happened so quickly, and I was wrapped up in the moment, not focusing clearly. Please, please, don't be mad at me!"
I breathed out slowly, struggling to identify my emotions. Anger? No, not that. Disappointment? No, not that either. Surprise, definitely! But was it... relief? Even as I cheated on Mike, I wished that he would do the same. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that his lover would be my stepdaughter.
"How did it happen?" I asked, curious.
She sighed, drew in a deep breath, and began narrating her story with quicker pacing, as if racing against herself to finish before changing her mind. "I was on the phone with you when I woke up Bobby for some action. We were quiet, so Mike didn't know we were still in the house. While trying to sneak Bobby into my bedroom, I caught a glimpse of Mike on the couch, and he was... umm... touching himself. I stared at him, viewing his undressed state in the mirror behind him. All I saw was him with a gorgeous Asian woman, and they were having sex with two older men. Bobby noticed my gaze and said that to get him to fuck me, I needed to squirm and make a show of seducing Mike."
"What?" I gasped.
"Oh, Evie. You have no idea how I feel." She pleaded. "I'm so obsessed with Bobby's cock, and Mike is attractive. The entire scenario sounded so sexy that I just couldn't resist."
She snuffled quietly, trying to stifle her tears but I needed to know the rest. I needed to understand what had occurred. And, damnit, I was getting turned on just from listening to her. "It's fine." I breathed deeply. "You can tell me everything, remember? Then what happened?"
She took a deep breath and started again. "So, then Bobby just swung the pocket door open and shoved me out into the living room, completely naked. I didn't know what to do, feeling so embarrassed just standing there naked, so... I decided to act. I made my way to Mike, dropped to my knees, and began giving him a blowjob. Mike was taken aback! He didn't even realize we were there. And he was saying 'Sunny, you can't. You have to stop.' and all that... until Bobby came in and... and got behind me and... and started thrusting into me." She made a moan-cry sound. "Oh, Evie! I'm so sorry! It just felt so sexy, I couldn't stop. I made Mike cum in my mouth, and Bobby came in my pussy, and... oh, God! I came so hard!" She moaned. "Evie, don't be angry at me, please? I love you and I don't want you hating me!"
"I won't ever hate you." I promised. "We said we can tell each other anything, remember? And I meant it." I drew her closer, pressing her against me, and shared a gentle kiss with her. "I meant it."
"Are you really not mad?"
I sighed to myself. "Well, of course not." I replied. "I'm a bit stunned, knowing that all three of you have been having a romantic affair behind my back. But I'm also relieved; it means I'm not the only one who's been unfaithful." I pulled her even closer. "And, what's more, it turns me on. Especially knowing you were being so adventurous."
For a moment, she seemed to believe I was teasing her. She looked up into my eyes, questioning. "Truly?"
I gazed into her bewildered expression, then gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Definitely." I replied. "And, how was it with Mike?"
Her face brightened, eager to recount the details. "Oh, Evie! It was incredible! They made me cum like crazy! I thought I was going to pass out from their attentions!"
I chuckled, considering how divine that would feel, having two men attending to me at once.
"So... you're into sharing?" I chuckled playfully.
She beamed in return. "You have no idea!"
"I may have a fancy now." I giggled, imagining the feeling of oral sex on two men. "Were they both larger than me?"
She groaned, her eyes dancing with delight as she considered the question. "Well, yes. Definitely."
"Oh my goodness." I exclaimed, my heart racing with the hypothetical sensation of being filled by not one but two of them at once! "I can't wait to experience it."
She returned my smile. "I'd really like to share a bed with you tonight." She sighed. "Just lay here with me, comfort me?"
"Mm, I'd love to." I murmured, pressing my lips to her forehead in a tender kiss. "Come on, finish your drink and accompany me to bed."
She returned my smile and kissed me. "I'd love that."
I inhaled deeply, surprised by my own reactions. I'd become infatuated with my own stepdaughter, sexually attracted to kissing her as I had never been with a man. What's happening to me?
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