I met Brian Carmichael in early July. I remember this because it was almost a week after my fifth birthday. I was in the driveway of our yard, playing with a Tonka dump truck and bulldozer that my Uncle Jake had bought me for my birthday. I looked up and saw a small black dog (a Labrador retriever, I later found out) run across our lawn. The dog wandered over to me, his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging.
A minute or so later I noticed a boy of about my age walking towards me. He was holding onto the hand of a slender young woman with shoulder length black hair, wearing jeans and a beige t-shirt.
“Oh, there he is!” the woman exclaimed. “Come here, Bandit!”
The dog turned and scampered over towards the woman and child.
“Sorry about that; he got out of the yard again,” she said.
“That’s okay,” I replied.
“We just moved in next door a few days ago. I’m Andrea. This is my son, Brian,” she explained.
“I’m Nick,” I said.
I said ‘Hi’ to Brian, but he seemed more interested in the dump truck and bulldozer beside me. He sat down on the ground and began ploughing a small pile of dirt with the yellow bulldozer.
“Brian, it’s not polite to use other peoples’ things without asking first,” his mother said. “Ask Nick if it’s okay if you play with his toys.”
Brian and I became immediate friends and as close as brothers over that summer. I also liked his mom a lot. Andrea was a lot younger than my mom. She reminded me of my Aunt Pamela, who was Dad’s youngest sister and almost like a big sister to me.
When I told my parents about having made friends with the new boy next door my excitement was tempered somewhat by my mother’s reaction to Brian’s mom.
“She’s just a child herself. She’s too young and irresponsible to be a parent,” Mom said, sounding angry. “Mrs. Anderson said she saw her buying beer at the grocery store a few days ago. And look at the way she dresses…”
I listened to my mother’s criticism of Brian’s mom, although I did not understand why she objected to her so. I didn’t like any of my mother’s friends and concluded that if they disliked Andrea then she must be a nice person. Besides, I liked her very much. She was always nice to me whenever I visited Brian. She often had freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for us to eat and never complained that we were being too loud, or shouldn’t eat or drink pop in the living room like my mom did. I saw nothing wrong with the way Andrea dressed either. It was only when I grew older that I even noticed the clothes she wore, and then my reaction was far from disapproval.
One day when I was over at Brian’s I spied fresh chocolate chip cookies cooling in a rack on the kitchen counter. My eyes grew wide and my mouth began to water as I stared at them from across the kitchen.
“Could I please have a cookie, Mrs. Carmichael?” I asked.
“Yes, you can, Nick. But I’m not Mrs. Carmichael,” she said with a smile.
I tilted my head to one side and gave her a puzzled look. All of my friends’ mothers were known by that epithet. At that tender age I assumed it was something that women added to their surnames once they became mothers. She understood the confused look on my face.
“You can just call me Andrea,” she said.
I had been taught by my parents to never refer to an adult by their first name. Being given permission to refer to Brian’s mom as Andrea made me feel special. I think it was at that moment that I began to develop a crush on her which lasts to this day.
Around the time Brian and I were eleven Andrea got married to a man named Richard. People started calling her Mrs. Amirault, but she told me to continue calling her Andrea. I was somewhat perplexed as to why Brian’s last name did not change too, but never bothered to ask. I never liked Brian’s new dad much. He drank a lot and sometimes I heard him shouting at Brian and his mom when I was in my yard. One Saturday morning when I went over to visit Brian Andrea was sitting at the kitchen table. I was fifteen then. She was crying. When she looked up at me I noticed she had a black eye. After that, I never saw Richard again the times I went over to their house.
By the time Brian and I were eighteen our paths diverged. He had been accepted at a university in Michigan and I had begun attending Lawson College in town. Brian wanted to be an architect and I wanted to become a school teacher. I was still living at home with my parents and planned to for as long as I could. Things had changed — not for the worse, but I lamented the passing of time. Bandit was gone now too and I missed him as much as I missed hanging out with Brian.
Brian and I kept in touch regularly through emails. He always wanted to know how his mother was keeping. Now that she was living alone he worried about her. I was busy with school and other things and Andrea was working at a daycare facility. With Brian away there was hardly any reason for her and I to see one another, although I would occasionally see her bringing in groceries or working in her garden. Andrea would always smile and wave whenever she saw me in the yard and we would talk briefly, mostly about the weather or what we had heard from Brian in his emails.
The truth of the matter was that I wished I had some excuse to pay Andrea a visit. The years had been kind to her. As she approached forty she seemed even prettier to me than she had nearly a decade earlier. Over the years she had let her thick, black hair grow down past her shoulders. She had also begun wearing skirts and blouses more often, rather than the jeans and t-shirts I had grown accustomed to seeing her in. Regardless of her attire, Andrea always looked as lovely as ever. Her slender frame had filled out somewhat over the years. Her hips seemed a little more curvy and her backside was slightly plump — just enough to set my mind reeling with nasty thoughts whenever I saw her walking to or from her car wearing a tight skirt or slacks. The ten or fifteen pounds that Andrea seemed to have accumulated over the years all seemed to have gone to the right places. Her hips and ass were rounder and I guessed that she had probably gone up a full cup size in her bust. I wanted her more than ever, but felt guilty about lusting over my best friend’s mother.
Winter came early that year. I had grown used to either having a green Christmas or there being just a thin dusting of snow by mid December. But already less than a week before Christmas we got dumped on by a big storm. Schools and businesses shut down that Wednesday while everyone dug themselves out. I got up early that morning and began shoveling the driveway. Thankfully it was the light and fluffy kind of snow, not wet and heavy. I began at the foot of our driveway and started working my way up to the house. I noticed that Andrea had hired someone with a half-ton truck with a plough attached to clear her driveway. Unfortunately he had pushed a large pile of snow towards the walk leading to her door.
I had finished the driveway and had started clearing the walk when I noticed Andrea emerge from her house. She was wearing jeans and a navy blue nylon jacket. In her hand was a red aluminum shovel with a wooden handle. She stopped half-way down her snow-covered steps when she saw me and waved.
“How do you like this weather?” she called out. “At least Santa will have snow for his sleigh next week,” she joked.
I nodded, watching Andrea push the snow from her steps. I walked across to her yard and stood in the knee-deep snow at the end of her walkway.
“You go back inside, Andrea. I’ll shovel this for you,” I said.
Andrea looked up from the snow-covered steps and smiled. The morning sun reflecting off of the ivory snow lit up her pretty face. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her hair shimmered as the sunlight hit her. She looked lovely. When she squinted from the glare from the snow and smiled I noticed faint lines at the corners of her brown eyes and at the edges of her full lips. Instead of making her look older I found that they highlighted her smooth cheekbones and the delicate structure of her jawline.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that, Nick. I need the exercise anyway,” she said.
“No, you don’t,” I said with a smile. “Besides, if Brian found out that I let you shovel he’d be mad at me. I’m almost done over at my place. It won’t take me long to do this.”
Andrea relented and leaned her shovel against the railing of her porch. “Okay. Thank-you. But come inside after you’re done,” she said.
I watched Andrea turn and go back inside, running my eyes over her firm, round ass and feeling my cock begin to stiffen.
It had been a long time since I had spent any time with Andrea and I was eager to finish shoveling so I could join her inside. The snow was packed hard where the plough had pushed it into a pile and it took me longer than I had anticipated. I was glad that I had offered to do it for Andrea. I knew she could have, but helping her appealed to what I considered to be my chivalrous nature. Besides, I did it out of friendship with Brian too.
As soon as I entered the back porch of Andrea’s house I could smell the aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. I smiled, feeling like a kid again. Andrea’s cookies were one of my most pleasant childhood memories. I kicked my wet boots off and hung my jacket up.
“I’m baking cookies. It’s been ages since you’ve had cookies over here.” Andrea was at the sink, washing a large white mixing bowl and utensils.
I nodded, unable to hold back my smile. “Yeah… your cookies were always the best. I miss them,” I said.
“Well, they’ll be ready in a while. Have a seat, Nick. You must be tired from all that work. Thank-you so much,” Andrea said, beaming me a wide smile.
“You’re welcome. I would have been over here sooner if I had have known you were going to make chocolate chip cookies.”
I listened to Andrea’s cheerful laugh and ran my eyes over her as she stood with her back to me at the sink. Her jeans hugged her hips and cushiony ass. She was wearing a burgundy fleece pullover that seemed a little small for her. As she scrubbed cookie dough that was caked on the bowl I noticed her heavy breasts shake a little. They pushed out at the soft material of her pullover. My eyes moved along their rounded contours to the outline of her left nipple. I could tell she was not wearing a bra and wondered if she enjoyed the feeling of the soft fleece teasing her stiff nipples.
“I better check on the cookies so they don’t burn.” Andrea dropped the bowl in the soapy water and dried her hands off.
When Andrea turned and walked to the stove I followed her with my eyes. For a few glorious seconds I was treated to a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass when she bent over to take the cookie sheet from the oven. She placed it atop the stove and turned to face me.
“I haven’t baked cookies for anyone besides myself in a long time. I’m glad you’re here to help me eat them. Lord knows I don’t need to put on any more weight than I already have.”
Andrea frowned as she tossed her pot holder on the counter. I was thinking about her comment and eying her, but was too shy and nervous to make a remark. When Andrea noticed me looking her over she smiled.
“It’s okay — you can agree with me, Nick. I won’t be mad,” she said with a rueful look on her face.
“No, I wasn’t thinking that at all. To tell you the truth, I was thinking that you look good,” I said, although I feared that I had been too honest.
“You were always such a polite kid, Nick. I always knew you’d grow up to be a gentleman,” Andrea remarked. She smiled and her eyes regained the lustre they had when she was outside.
“Thanks,” I said.
Andrea let out a sigh as she sat down at the table to my right. “It’s encouraging to know there are good men out there. It’s just my luck that the only one I know is half my age,” she lamented.
I let out a nervous laugh, although her compliment pleased me. “Don’t give up; you’ll meet a nice guy,” I said, trying to sound encouraging.
Andrea shook her head. “No. I’ve given up. I keep picking losers.”
“It’s not your fault that Richard was an asshole,” I sneered.
“Well, he was a real prince compared to Brian’s father. At least I could blame that on being a teenager and in love, or at least I thought I was. But I have Brian because of that experience, so I can’t consider it all bad.”
“Yeah — Brian’s a great guy,” I chimed-in. “I miss him.”
“Me too.” Andrea sighed again. “There are so many things that he used to help me with around here.”
“If there’s ever anything I can help you with, just let me know.”
“Thanks, Nick. That’s kind of you,” she said.
“I mean it, Andrea. When Nick emails me he always asks if I’ve seen you and how you’re doing. He asked me to check on you sometime, but I would have felt like I was intruding, so I didn’t,” I told her.
“That’s sweet, but it’s not necessary. But you wouldn’t be intruding; you’re like family, Nick,” Andrea said.
“Thanks.” I gave Andrea an appreciative smile. “You’ve always been like a second mom to me. When I was a kid I wished that you could adopt me because you were cooler than my mom,” I told her.
Andrea let out a soft laugh, then gave me a teasing mile. “I don’t think that would have worked out so well,” she remarked.
“No. Mom wouldn’t have been too happy about it, that’s for sure,” I joked.
“What I meant was it would have been kind of awkward, since you had a crush on me.” Andrea gave me a shrewd smile.
Instantly I felt myself blush and turned my eyes from Andrea. When she noticed my rosy cheeks and the abashed look on my face she frowned.
“Oh… Nick, don’t be embarrassed. I thought it was cute how you used to follow me around and look at me like you did,” she said, seeming happy as she recalled those days.
I was still blushing, so when Andrea got up and began putting the cookies in a tin box I was relieved to have her not looking at my expression anymore.
“There’s milk and Pepsi in the fridge. Help yourself, like always,” she said, turning her head towards me.
I brought the bottle of Pepsi from the fridge and poured myself a glass.
“Could you get me one too, please?” Andrea asked. “If I’m going to break my diet today I may as well go whole hog,” she added.
“You don’t need to diet, Andrea.” I handed her a glass of Pepsi, then took a cookie from the tin. I smiled as I began chewing and savouring the familiar taste I had not enjoyed for a long time.
“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t need to lose weight,” Andrea replied. She bit into a cookie, sucking on it for an instant as her eyes met mine.
“And neither do you,” I retorted.
Andrea and I were standing at the counter, almost a yard apart. After I made my comment I realized that my eyes were roaming over her curves, lingering on her chest and ass. Once I stopped myself from ogling her I discovered that she had a smirk on her face.
“Still the same old Nick I see,” she teased, grinning.
I smiled, not needing to ask what she meant. My erection was growing and pushing out at the front of my jeans. “That’s ’cause you’re still the same,” I countered.
“Oh, I don’t know. There’s more of me now,” Andrea replied.
“Yeah… and right where there should be.” I was becoming quite horny and enjoying the risqué talk with Andrea. I took another glance down to her chest.
Andrea smiled as her eyes followed mine. She straightened her back slightly. It was then that I noticed how hard her nipples had become. They were thick and protruding from her pullover very noticeably now. Her sizable breasts strained the fabric so their proportions were obvious.
“You’re making me feel very guilty right now, Nick.” Andrea sounded timid, but she still had a faint smile on her face.
“Because you’re Brian’s best friend and in the back of my mind I still think of you as that kid playing with his toys in the yard,” she explained.
“I know what you mean about being Brian’s best friend; I feel guilty because of it too. But I’m not a kid anymore, Andrea.”
“You just like to play with different toys,” she teased with a sexy giggle.
I smiled, stealing another look at Andrea’s bustline. “Yeah… bigger ones,” I said, noticing that I sounded as horny as I was.
“How much bigger?” Andrea’s voice was softer now and slightly huskier.
“About a C-cup…” I retorted, darting my eyes up to hers.
When Andrea let out a burst of laughter at my remark I noticed her breasts quiver from beneath her pullover. “Good guess, Nick,” she answered with a wink.
There wasn’t a sound in the kitchen for several seconds and the air was thick with sexual tension. I could feel my cock throb and wondered if Andrea was getting turned-on, or just having fun teasing me. When her soft voice broke the silence my heart began to pound as I listened to her speak.
“If I let you play with my… toys… do you promise to never tell a soul? If Brian ever found out…” Andrea’s voice faded out as she gave me a wary look.
“I know… no… I’d never breathe a word of it to anyone, Andrea,” I vowed.
Andrea tugged at my hand and brought me into the living room. She stopped a few feet in front of the couch, still holding my hand. Her touch was soft and gentle and fed my arousal. She took a step closer and I felt the back of her hand graze my left thigh.
“I’ve seen you staring at them sometimes when you’ve been over here visiting Brian,” Andrea said in a hush.
I gave her a guilty nod and a smile.
“It made me wet…” Andrea blushed and lowered her face, smiling.
“Like now?” I asked.
Andrea nodded without looking up at me. She sucked on the corner of her bottom lip and gave my hand a squeeze.
When I slipped my right hand under her pullover Andrea never resisted. Her stomach was soft and smooth as I glided my fingers over it’s curve. I felt her quiver beneath my trembling hand as she began breathing faster. When my fingers stroked the underside of her left breast she gave a quiet gasp and looked down. Her tongue darted out and she sucked on her bottom lip. When I pinched her thick nipple and gave it a gentle tug she moaned and grabbed my hips.
“No one has played with them in so long… that feels so good, Nick,” she breathed.
I slowly began tugging Andrea’s pullover up. She watched as I uncovered her beautiful body, but said nothing. Once I had exposed her breasts she gave me a nervous look. Her breasts were lovely. They hung down slightly, but retained their nicely rounded shape. I licked my lips as I stared at her light brown nipples and large areolas.
“God… you’re beautiful, Andrea,” I said, not taking my eyes of of her bared torso.
“Thanks… I hope you’re not disappointed. I mean, you’ve wanted to see them for a while, haven’t you?” Andrea gave me a shy smile.
I cupped Andrea’s heavy breasts in my hands and began kneading them and rubbing her swollen nipples. She swayed her hips a bit and closed her eyes while I fondled her.
“Suck on them…” she urged, cupping the back of my head in her hand.
Andrea’s nipple felt thick between my lips. I sucked and tugged at it, then swirled my tongue around it, listening to her sexy moans. My mouth moved from one nipple to the other as I held as much of her breasts in my hands as I could. Andrea was holding onto my shoulders now. Her breathing was rapid and I was surprised by how turned-on she was. When I pinched her right nipple between my teeth and gave it a slight tug she cried out, digging her nails in my shoulder.
“Oh shit… we better stop, Nick… I’m sorry, but… oh god, that felt too good…”
Andrea was pushing at my shoulders. I backed away and frowned.
“Sorry…” I mumbled.
“No… don’t be, Nick. It… it was great… I think I had a mini-gasm…” Andrea let out a titter and grinned. She tugged her pullover down, then kissed my cheek. “If I didn’t stop you now I would be begging you to fuck me in another few minutes,” she breathed into my ear.
“Would that be so bad?” I smiled at Andrea and ran my hand over her back.
“It would be wonderful — that’s the problem,” she said.
I gave her an understanding nod. “I should get back home. I have a little shoveling to finish,” I said.
Andrea followed me to the door, watching as I put my boots and jacket back on.
“Nick, I hope this doesn’t ruin things between us. Brian will be home for the holidays soon and I want you to come over and it not to feel tense between us,” she said.
I nodded as I zipped my jacket up. “It won’t… it’s okay, Andrea,” I said, giving her a reassuring smile
“Good.” Andrea came over and kissed my cheek. “I loved it, Nick — maybe too much and it sort of scared me. But I’m going to be tempted from now on.”
I gave her a look of surprise and a wide smile. “Really?” I blurted out.
“Yes, but I can’t make any promises and I don’t want to tease you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said with a brusk nod and smiled.
“Good. Now get home before I drag you back into the living room.”
I gave Andrea a quick kiss on the cheek, then left.
That Saturday afternoon I noticed Andrea struggling to get a Christmas tree from the trunk of her car. I pulled my boots on and grabbed my jacket. I would have helped her regardless, but any reason to spend more time around her was a good one. Mom was in the living room reading. I explained I was going over to help Andrea, then hurried out the door.
“Can I give you a hand with that?” I called out as I approached Andrea.
She looked up and pushed her hair out of her face. “I think you might have to,” she said. “It went in there easily enough, but now it doesn’t want to come out.”
“It must be a male tree,” I said with a grin.
Andrea laughed and shot me a flirtatious smile. “Brian will be home tomorrow and I wanted to have a tree so we could decorate it together,” she said.
I tugged the spruce from the trunk of Andrea’s car and stood it up by the butt. “Where do you want me to put it?” I asked.
“You mean the tree, right, Nick?” Andrea still had a teasing smile on her face.
“Yes,” I grinned, feeling my cock begin to stiffen.
“I figured I’d better make sure, to avoid an embarrassing situation,” she joked. “If you could bring it in to the living room, that would be great,” Andrea said.
I picked the tree up and followed Andrea inside. I did my best to try not to stare, but as we were taking our coats and boots off I couldn’t help but run my eyes over her body. Andrea was wearing a denim skirt that came down several inches past her knees and a blue knit cardigan. It was tight and the top three buttons were undone, giving me a view of her upper chest and a bit of her cleavage. I was glad to be able to stand behind the tree so she could not see the growing bulge in my jeans.
When we got into the living room I noticed two large boxes containing Christmas decorations. To my left I saw where Andrea had moved a table and chair aside to made room for the tree against the wall.
“Where’s the holder? I’ll help you set it up,” I said.
Andrea rummaged around one of the boxes, searching for the Christmas tree holder. I stared at her ass as she bent over. Once she found the tree holder she placed it on the floor where she wanted it. I sat the tree in it and held it while Andrea tightened the clamps to the tree trunk. She was kneeling at my feet so I was able to see down her cardigan a ways. Her firm, round breasts were held in a pink bra that I could see the edges of. They jiggled as she moved. Watching them move made my cock even harder, but now I hoped she would notice. When she finished with the holder she looked up and stared at the bulge in my jeans, then smiled.
“I see you’re in the Christmas spirit already,” Andrea said as she lifted her eyes to mine.
“I’m in the Andrea spirit.” I extended my hand to her and she took it so I could help her to her feet. I pulled her to me and slipped my left arm around her waist.
“Be good, or you’ll end up on Santa’s Naughty List,” she said.
“I don’t care. It would be worth it,” I said.
Andrea’s stomach was pressed against my hard shaft and her hands were on my waist. I pressed on her lower back, pulling her tighter to me until her breasts touched my chest. I looked down at them and smiled.
“Your toys look bigger today,” I remarked.
“It’s an optical illusion,” she said with a laugh.
“I better check to be sure.”
As I slowly reached for a button on Andrea’s cardigan she watched my hand move, but did not stop me. One by one I unbuttoned the cardigan, then pulled it open wide. Her bra was silky and pushed her breasts up into two firm mounds. I ran my fingertips of my right hand over them, teasing and stroking them until I noticed her nipples rising out at the silky pink material of the front panels. When I bent down to give each a kiss Andrea chuckled.
“Your whiskers tickle,” she said.
I pursed my lips and drug them over her tender, sensitive flesh once more. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew a little more rapid.
When I slid Andrea’s cardigan off of her shoulders she let her arms go limp at her slides. I pulled it off and let it fall to the floor behind her. Her heavy breasts gave a slight bounce as I tugged her bra down to free them. I ran my fingertips up the sides of them and down over her nipples, watching them thicken. Andrea closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.
“Can we sit down?” she asked, looking over at the couch.
Andrea lead me by the hand over to the couch. I sat down to her left and draped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me until her hip was pressed against me.
“God, you’re sexy,” I said as I ran my eyes over her.
Andrea gave me a modest smile as she ran her hand up and down my arm. “Thanks,” she said. “You’ve become a great looking guy yourself, Nick.”
When I leaned closer and kissed her Andrea was visibly surprised. She recoiled slightly, then smiled. When I pressed my lips to hers again her mouth opened to receive my tongue. I slid my hand up to cup her right breast as we continued to kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I pinched her hard nipple and gave it a tug. I sucked on her bottom lip and gave her breast a hard squeeze, making her softly moan again.
“Did you ever think we’d ever be doing this?” she asked.
“No, but I fantasized about it a lot,” I admitted.
Andrea laughed. “Like after you went home after spending time here…” she surmised with a foxy smirk.
“Yeah. Especially when you wore loose tank tops without a bra.”
“I knew where your eyes were — naughty boy,” she taunted.
“Yes, of course,” she said.
When I placed my hand on Andrea’s right knee and slid it up the inside of her thigh she reached down and held my wrist, giving it a gentle push. I stopped moving my hand but kept it on the inside of her thigh.
“Let me touch it,” I said, almost begging.
Andrea gave me a nervous look. She was still holding my hand, but not pushing on it. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had accelerated. When I bent down and ran the tip of my tongue around her left nipple, then pinched it between my lips and pulled at it, she moaned.
“That feels so good, Nick,” she sighed, running her hand up my arm.
I kissed Andrea’s neck and nibbled at her ear as I stroked the inside of her thigh, inching my fingers higher. She tilted her head to her right, baring her neck to me. I drug my tongue over it, nipping at it with my teeth. When I moved my hand higher up the soft inside of her thigh she spread her legs wider.
“Can I touch it?” I breathed into her ear.
“If you don’t, I will,” Andrea said, then grinned.
“When was the last time you played with it?” I asked.
“Last night…” Andrea’s eyes were shut and her moist lips were closed tight.
“What did you think about?”
“You… what we did the other day…” Andrea’s hot breath washed over my neck as I licked her ear and nipped at her neck.
“How many times have you played with yourself since then, Andrea?”
“I… I don’t know… every night… sometimes a bit when I drove home from work in the car, but I did… I didn’t cum those times.”
“Show me,” I said.
“What?” she asked, opening her eyes and turning her head towards me.
I kissed her moist lips, tugging her bottom one between mine. I slid off of the couch and ran my hands up her thighs to her panties. I hooked my fingers in them. She lifted up, allowing me to slide them down. They were white with lace trim and damp. I pulled themover her feet and pressed them to my face to breathe in her musky scent.
“Show me what you did last night, Andrea.” I was kneeling at her feet and running my fingers up and down her smooth calves.
“No one has ever seen me do that,” she said in a timid voice.
“You’re beautiful and sexy… I want to watch you for a while… please.”
Looking bashful, Andrea slipped her right hand under her skirt. I ran my hands up her thighs. pushing the hem of her skirt towards her waist. Her bush was jet black and quite thick. She covered her mound with her palm and looked at me.
“I never expected this to happen — not today anyway. I would have shaved, but no one has seen me there in so long so I don’t usually bother,” she said, sounding embarrassed.
I took her hand and eased it away from her wet pussy. Her full lips glistened with her juice. I ran my thumb over them. She moaned and slid forward on the couch. When I pressed down on her clit with my thumb and began rubbing it up and down she writhed a little.
“Oh god… Nick,” she moaned as she arched her back.
I squeezed Andrea’s ass in my hands and bent down closer to her juicy pussy. When I ran my tongue over her lips to her clit she cried out and grabbed me by the head, pushing my mouth against her. I pushed my tongue in her as my nose hit her pink button. I could taste her sweet nectar and feel it begin to run down my chin.
“Shit… that feels wonderful, Nick,” she said in a series of heavy breaths.
I slid a finger deep in Andrea and began sucking on her clit. I felt her squeeze my finger hard as she came, thrusting her hips up to meet my finger and probing tongue. When she came for the second time my mouth and chin were covered with her tasty juice. I licked my lips as I looked up at her and smiled. Her eyes were closed and she was running her fingers over her dripping pussy, spreading her juice around.
I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. When I laid Andrea down on her back on the couch and unzipped my jeans she knew what I wanted. She reached up and held my wrist as I began tugging at my jeans.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she suggested.
I got up and pulled at Andrea’s hand, bringing her to her feet. I zipped my jeans again and fastened the button as I watched her breasts sway and jiggle when she stood up. I pulled her to me and kissed her, letting her taste her juice on my lips. She licked her lips and smiled. I held her hand and began walking up the stairs with her.
Once we got to Andrea’s bedroom I pushed the door open and brought her inside. Despite being as horny as she was, I could tell she was also nervous. I was too. I smiled and cupped her chin in my hands and softly kissed her wet lips, then brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I told her.
Andrea smiled. Even though she had known that for a long while she still seemed pleased to hear me say it. I reached around her and undid the button on her skirt, then unzipped it. With a gentle tug it slid over the curve of her hips and down her legs till it was around her feet. She stepped out of it, supporting herself on my shoulders.
“Aren’t you a little over-dressed for the occasion?” she joked, toying with the button of my jeans.
I smiled and let my arms go limp at my sides, signaling for her to undress me. Andrea seemed slightly nervous as she unzipped my jeans, but when she pulled them down and saw my hard cock tenting my underwear she smiled. After giving me another shy glance she slid my underwear down, tugging the waistband away from me to free my cock. It rose and swelled until the mushroom-shaped head was pointing up towards her.
“I had forgotten how hard young men get,” she said, staring at my shaft.
I took Andrea’s hand and urged her to wrap her soft fingers around my cock. She gave it a squeeze, then a few slow strokes.
I stepped out of my underwear and jeans then kicked them aside. I could feel my cock bob and sway as I moved. Andrea’s wide eyes never left it, even when I tugged at her wrist, bringing her over to her bed. I laid back on it, drawing her down beside me. I kissed her mouth and moved between her soft legs. She opened them for me and bent her knees.
“I’m not on The Pill or anything, so you’ll have to –”
“I know… it’s okay,” I reassured her. “I’ll be careful.”
Andrea smiled and I heard her let out a faint laugh. “I don’t know how we’d explain to Brian that he’s going to have a brother or sister and you’re the father,” she said with a smile.
I ran my hands up Andrea’s smooth thighs to her hips. I gripped them harder as the head of my cock slid into her wet pussy. She felt hot and tight. As my rod sank deeper into her she moaned and squeezed me harder deep inside her. When I began thrusting my hips and working my cock in and out of her she closed her eyes and arched her back, letting out a louder moan.
“You feel so good, Nick…” she sighed.
I reached up and squeezed her left breast, kneading it and pinching her nipple as I worked my shaft faster in her tight walls.
“You look so sexy when you’re horny,” I told her.
Andrea smiled and ran her hand up and down my right thigh. “I haven’t been this horny in so long,” she said in ragged breaths. “Fuck me harder, Nick… please.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Holding onto Andrea’s hips I lifted her from the bed a ways and began pumping my cock harder and faster. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Our moans and cries of pleasure filled the room. I could feel her juice coating my balls and running down them. Andrea rubbed her swollen clit and squeezed her left breast while I fucked her hard, watching her writhe beneath me.
When Andrea came I felt her grip my cock harder. The feeling was wonderful, but it brought me closer to orgasm — too close for me to remain inside her. Andrea watched as I slid my cock from her dripping pussy. My shaft was shiny and wet with her juice. I began stroking it, watching her play with herself.
“Cum on me, Nick… I want it all over me,” she moaned.
I moved closer to her, just as the first rope of cum shot from my swollen cock. It splashed over her breasts and chin. Andrea moaned again. She began smearing my cum over herself, not stopping as I sprayed her with three more streams of my thick jism. It landed on her hand and stomach. She began spreading it over herself, stopping briefly to taste it on her fingers.
Andrea was still caressing her breasts and rubbing my cum over them and her stomach when I rolled over beside her. I kissed her cheek. It was hot and red, much like mine felt. She turned her head towards me and smiled.
“You’re a wonderful lover.” Andrea ran her fingertips down my cheek to my lips.
“That’s because I had a wonderful partner,” I told her.
“Hold me,” Andrea said, cuddling-up to me.
I wrapped my arms around Andrea and pulled her close, feeling our juices on her soft, warm body. I kissed her forehead as I stroked her back.
“Brian will be here tomorrow, so we’ll have to be good,” she said, sounding disappointed.
“But after he goes back…” she continued, giving me a foxy grin.
“After he goes back I’m going to be tempted to move in with you,” I joked.
“I hope you plan on eating more than just my chocolate chip cookies.” Andrea gave me a wide smile and winked.
“You can count on it,” I promised her.