“Mae, you still make the best apple pie ever!” my father said, rubbing his full stomach contently. There were hearty agreements from the rest of the adults sitting around the table. Mrs. Nolan’s pie wasn’t the only dessert out. Our neighborhood’s annual block party was winding its way down and the table was covered with some of my favorites. Mrs. Franklin’s triple chocolate brownies were amazing and Mrs.
Collin’s pumpkin -praline cheese cake was something else. Everyone had their specialty and today was the one day a year the neighborhood got together and shared.
“She gave me the recipe last year, but my apple pie just doesn’t come out as good,” my mother sighed. I loved my mother very much, but a cook she wasn’t. I had to give her credit though. She never stopped trying.
“That’s okay dear,” my father grinned. “You’re the best at other things.” He said it in a way that left little doubt what he was talking about. I’m sure I was blushing as I shook my head. Pop was drunk. Mom always said he got flirty when he drank. My friend Ben called it something else, but I didn’t like to think about it.
“Mae one of these days I have to come over while you’re making it,” my mother said, ignoring my father’s innuendo.
“Any time,” Mrs. Nolan smiled. “Bring your daughter Katie with you. That girl had a knack for baking.”
Her house was three doors down from us, but despite how close we lived our family really didn’t get to know her well until the last year or so. I guess it took so long because she didn’t have any kids and kept to herself.
We probably wouldn’t have known much about Mrs. Nolan even still, but pop got into a bad car accident last year and Mrs. Nolan was walking by when mom was desperate for a baby sitter. Not only did Mrs. Nolan volunteer so mom could go to the hospital once my mother explained, but she cooked dinner and did a great job keeping the kids distracted. Thankfully, as bad as my father was hurt, it was all fixable. Mrs. Nolan continued to help out with Katie and Francis while dad recuperated.
I was busy playing sports after school so I didn’t really see her much during that time, but then again, it was different coming home to one of her home cooked meals sitting on the stove as opposed to mom’s, not that I ever said that out loud. Mom was overly sensitive about her lack of cooking skills.
Mrs. Nolan generally dressed frumpily and didn’t give much effort making herself look appealing. She seldom wore makeup and her hair was always up. Frankly, she always seemed a little sad to me. Mom said it was because of what happened with Mr. Nolan. He died of cancer almost a decade ago. I remember wondering out loud why she never remarried. Mom had smiled oddly and said that Mrs. Nolan was still very much in love with her husband despite him being gone and that she probably would never marry again. Some women were like that.
I felt bad for Mrs. Nolan. She seemed nice enough. I always thought that it was shame she didn’t have any kids before her husband died. She would have made a great mom. It was obvious with the way Francis and Katie took to her.
“You know, I think I might be able to fit one more piece of pie,” my father said, bringing my thoughts back to the present.
“Seriously?” my mother asked in that tone. Pop laughed along with the others, but that didn’t stop him from taking more pie.
The annual block party had sort of fizzled out the last two years and there was talk about cancelling. To be fair, the problem was more the weather than anything else. The first year it rained and the second it actually hit one hundred degrees. The weather was perfect today despite the heat wave we’d been having this summer. Maybe that’s why everyone got so into the party this year.
My father wasn’t the only person drunk, but most of the adults weren’t that bad. They seemed to really be enjoying themselves. Hell, they even took part in the annual water balloon fight this year which had never happened before. Quite a few of them had water stains on their clothes.
“I think it’s time for shots!” Mr. Bell grinned suddenly. There were groans around the table, but a surprising number of the parents were willing. That’s where I came in. My parents had volunteered me to be the bar tender an hour or so ago. That’s why I wasn’t with my friends at Ben’s house sneaking drinks with the rest of the teenagers. I had hoped to convince Janice, Mr. Bell’s daughter who liked to party just as much as her dad, to have some fun, but I guess it wasn’t to be. Damn!
“Line’em up!” Mr. Bell cried, grinning at me. I shook my head, but started filling the plastic shot glasses with tequila. He handed them out as quickly as I poured them. I was surprised when he took the last one and handed it to me. “Here, you might as well have one. You’ll be at college in a month.” I glanced at my parents. Mom frowned, but dad smiled and nodded. Things were starting to look up.
We did the shot and Mr. Bell insisted that I immediately start pouring another round. Some of the parents bowed out, but others took their place. I noticed that Mrs. Nolan was sitting at a table by herself.
“What about her?” I asked Mr. Bell softly. He turned and saw Mrs. Nolan sitting there.
“Mae!” he cried, taking an extra glass to the table. “Your turn!”
“Oh no!” she cried in surprise. “I couldn’t. I haven’t done a shot in years! My George always said alcohol went to my head far too fast.”
“One shot won’t kill you!” Mr. Bell insisted, holding the glass out. She hesitated, but then slowly reached out and took the glass.
Mom took the glass Mr. Bell tried to hand me a few moments later and gave me that look, but I didn’t mind. I was too busy watching the adults joking as they downed theirs. Mrs. Nolan surprised me because she downed hers without a problem. I just never pictured her being a partier.
There was a break before the next shot, but only a few minutes. Mrs. Nolan took the next shot without comment. It went down just as easily as the first, but I noticed that she did seem a little flushed afterward.
The parents finished the two bottles of tequila in quick order. Most didn’t join in with every shot, but there were some hard core partiers like Mr. Bell. Mrs. Nolan took a break after her second shot. She went back to the table and started talking with mom and some of the other ladies. I noticed that she was laughing a lot more than usual.
“Here,” Mr. Bell said, handing me a shot glass so I could join in the next round. Mom was too busy talking to notice. An hour later I was feeling pretty good. Mr. Bell had only snuck me another shot or two before mom saw and cut me off, but it was enough.
Mrs. Nolan rejoined the drinkers just after mom caught me. That’s when it happened. There are times in your life when your perception about someone shifts dramatically. This wasn’t the first time it happened to me.
I still remember the day in fifth grade when Ben, a quiet kid who was a good foot shorter than me, stood up to a big seventh grader because he was picking on Jill Brody. I joined him in backing the older kid down, but only after he took the first step. I think on some instinctual level I realized at that moment that Ben was going to be one of those rare friends that stood by you through thick and thin. We’d been fast friends from that moment on.
This was different of course, but along the same line. Mrs. Nolan hadn’t really taken part in the water balloon fight, but she was hit in her right shoulder by a stray somewhere along the line. Her entire right side got wet, including her blouse. I hadn’t noticed earlier because I guess she was conscious of the fact and was being careful, but after the next shot she seemed to forget and stood in a way that let me see just how nice her breast looked with her blouse clinging to it.
It was in that moment that Mrs. Nolan stopped being the nice, unassuming neighborhood widow to me and became a woman. Not just any woman, but one with very nice tits. I looked at her closer than I ever had before. She had pale skin with a light smattering of freckles and auburn hair that was always up. I wondered what it looked like down.
Mrs. Nolan wore glasses that were a few years out of style. Her eyes were a soft brown. I thought they’d look very sexy if the glasses were gone. She wasn’t heavy, but then again she was built sturdy. I really couldn’t see much of her body with the clothes she wore. Her face was still flush from the alcohol and seemed far more alive than usual. Someone said something funny and she laughed again. It struck me that she had a very nice smile.
The most surprising thing I noticed about her now that she was laughing and suddenly a woman to me was the fact that she was actually younger than I thought. I guess I assumed she was mom’s age or older because of the clothes she wore and the way she carried herself, but looking at her now I realized that she was probably closer to thirty-five than my mother’s forty-five. That was still around twice my age, but that didn’t stop my sudden attraction to her.
“I think maybe you’d better take a break from bartending,” my mother said. I jumped in surprise. I hadn’t seen her walk up. She was frowning. For a moment I thought she’d caught me staring at Mrs. Nolan. That would have been bad, possibly very bad depending on what mom did, but thankfully she hadn’t noticed and was just worried about my drinking.
“Go take a dip in our pool,” my father added. “It will help sober you up.” There was general laughter by the parents as I shook my head and left. I went to our house and jumped in the pool as pop suggested. It helped.
“Mrs. Nolan?” I asked myself in disbelief as I floated there, but even still, I couldn’t deny she was actually pretty in her own way. She had sexy lips that would feel amazing wrapped around… I stopped my thoughts with some effort and shook my head. I was daydreaming about a woman who was old enough to be my mother. “Seriously?”
I had to get Mrs. Nolan out of my head. I dove deep for a moment before climbing out of the water and decided to wander over to Ben’s house. I figured Janice Bell would be there and some time with her would definitely clear my head of this sudden infatuation.
Of course, when I got there everyone was gone. Worse yet, I left my cell phone on the lounge chair near the pool. I needed to go back home and get it so I could find out where everyone went. I was halfway there when I bumped into Mrs. Nolan of all people. She was making her way, none to steadily, to her house.
“Hey Mrs. Nolan,” I began, trying to not grin and embarrass her. Okay, so I was also trying to steal a glimpse of her breasts. Sadly, her blouse had dried. “Do you need some help making it home?”
“Hmm,” she said, looking up at me. There was something odd about the way she did it, but I shrugged it off. “Yes, that would be nice. I’m afraid I never was much of a drinker. It does funny things to me.”
I thought I might have to half carry her, but it quickly became apparent that she wasn’t as bad as I first thought. Her mind was just wondering for some reason. Don’t get me wrong. Mrs. Nolan was drunk, for that matter so was I, but neither one of us were so bad that we weren’t making sense. I refused to dwell on my disappointment. I guess part of me was looking forward to putting my hands on her.
“Are you getting excited about school?” she asked as we made our way down the block. We chatted as we went. She seemed honestly interested in what I had to say. We arrived at her front door and she asked another question. I started answering as she opened it. Mrs. Nolan walked in afterward, but was obviously listening to my reply. I shrugged and followed as I finished my answer.
She led me to the kitchen where I sat at the table while she insisted on making us both a sandwich. I was a little hungry so I didn’t argue. We switched topics and start talking about the party.
“It’s a shame Mr. and Mrs. Felossi left early,” I said, remembering them disappearing not long after the party started.
“Oh them!” she said, shaking her head. “I’ll be amazed if they’re still together by this time next year.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
“Not everyone has what you’re parents do,” she shrugged, putting one of the two sandwiches down in front of me and sitting down across the table from me with the other.
“Please!” I snorted. “My father can we so embarrassing when he gets drunk.”
“He does get a little frisky when he drinks,” she laughed.
“It drives mom crazy,” I sighed.
“Oh don’t let her fool you!” Mrs. Nolan laughed. “She loves it.”
“You think?” I asked in surprise.
“I know,” she said. “My George used to be the same way.”
“Frisky when he drank?”
“No, that was me,” she answered, blushing. “George was like your mother.”
“Oh,” I said rather dumbly, but what else could I say?
“But we shouldn’t be talking about this,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I guess the alcohol is affecting me.”
We sat in silence for a bit eating our sandwiches. Mrs. Nolan glanced my way every so often. It took a while, but eventually it hit me that she was checking me out. I doubt she even realized she was doing it. I guess she really was like my father when she drank. That brought up some interesting possibilities.
“You know, it was nice to see you smile today,” I said as I finished my sandwich. “You should do it more often.”
“I did have a good time,” she said, getting up suddenly and moving to the refrigerator. She took out some orange juice and poured two glasses. I wasn’t really in the mood for it, but I didn’t say anything. She hadn’t asked and it would be a shame to waste it.
Mrs. Nolan opened one of the kitchen cabinet doors and reached far into the back, pulling out an unopened bottle of vodka. That surprised me. She opened it and poured some in one of the glasses. She then looked at me and raised her eyebrow. She was obviously asking me if I wanted some. I nodded without much thought.
“Just don’t tell your mom,” she smiled as she poured the vodka into my glass. “She’s a good mother, but she can be a little over protective. Hank was right. You’re going to college soon and you’ll be exposed to all kinds of things.” She was talking about Mr. Bell, but I wasn’t focused on that. It was the way she said ‘exposed to all kinds of things’ that caught my interest.
“Did you go to college Mrs. Nolan?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” she grinned as she added some ice to our drinks. “It was quite an experience. That’s where I met George.” She took a sip of her drink and nodded before carrying them over to the table. Mrs. Nolan put mine down in front of me. This time she sat in the seat next to mine.
“He corrupted you?” I jokingly grinned.
“Actually, I was the one who did the corrupting,” she laughed, but then quickly grew serious. “George was the first truly decent man I ever met. Now only did he love me, but he taught me to like myself. That was something considering.”
She took a longer drink from her glass, so did I. Frankly, I needed it. I was learning things about Mrs. Nolan I would never have expected and were somewhat difficult to accept. She was clearly drunk and sharing more than she would typically.
“I’m sorry you lost him,” I said softly. Her obvious sadness demanded it.
“Me too,” she said, surprising me with a smile. “But at least I was lucky enough to have him in my life for a time. He saved me from myself. I’ll always love him for that and so much more.”
I had a suddenly flashback to when I was seven or eight. We were just moving into the neighborhood. The picture that came to mind was one I didn’t even know I remembered until that moment. It was of a couple walking down the block hand in hand. The man was talking and the woman was smiling up at him. They were obviously in love. It hit me that they were Mr. and Mrs. Nolan before he got sick. I shook my head. It was so sad.
“What?” Mrs. Nolan asked me, reading something in my expression.
“Nothing,” I replied, but she continued to look at me until I clarified. “An old memory. It was the day we moved into the neighborhood. You and Mr. Nolan were walking down the block.”
“George liked to walk around the neighborhood and say hi to everyone,” she smiled, remembering. “I used to tease him and ask him if he was planning on running for mayor. You would have liked him.”
“I’m sure,” I said, meaning it. Anyone who could make Mrs. Nolan happy as he clearly had was someone special.
“So what about you?” she asked, changing the subject. “Are you serious about anyone? I hear you and Janice Bell have been dating.”
“We’re not serious,” I answered. “She’s fun, but not the ‘one’, if you know what I mean.” It felt weird talking to Mrs. Nolan about this, but she had been so open and honest with her feeling that I couldn’t do less.
“Don’t worry,” she said, sipping her drink again. “You’ll meet her eventually.”
“Thanks, but what about you?” I found myself asking. “Don’t you ever think about dating again?”
“Me?” she snorted. “I’m too old to date.”
“No, you’re not,” I insisted. She smiled and patted my hand.
“That’s sweet,” she said. “But even if I’m not, it doesn’t matter. I met the ‘one’ for me and married him. We didn’t have nearly long enough together, but I’ve learned to appreciate what we did have. No one will ever match up to my George.”
“What about simple companionship?” I asked. “Maybe you never will meet another man you could love as much as Mr. Nolan, but that doesn’t mean you have to be alone.”
“I don’t mind being alone,” she shrugged, but then added with a crooked grin, “At least most times. Of course, it’s harder when I’ve been drinking.”
“I can’t picture you really being as bad as my dad,” I laughed. It quickly died as she gave me a look and let me see what she was really feeling. I’m not even sure she realized what she was doing. Mrs. Nolan looked amazingly sexy in that moment. I reached out almost without thought and removed her glasses. It added considerably to her sex appeal. I pulled the clip she had in her hair out. Her auburn locks were surprisingly long.
“Shake your head,” I said. She gave me an odd look, but did as I asked. Her hair fell more normally and gave her a wild look. The old widow woman was gone. What was left in her place was interesting, to say the least. “Very nice.” I took a long pull from my drink.
“Thanks,” she said, pulling back suddenly and reaching for her glass. “For more than just the comment. It’s been a while since a guy, any guy looked at me the way you are.”
“You wear your hair down, get rid of the glasses and look like you do right now and you’ll get more than your fair share of attention of any guy you meet.” The conversation was just as weird as what was happening, but I was enjoying myself, so was Mrs. Nolan. It was obvious. “Some up to date clothes that showed off your body would be nice too.”
“Anything else?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She was obviously teasing me.
“Nope,” I grinned. “Just show off what you have. That’s more than enough.”
“You’re good for an old girl’s ego,” she laughed.
“You’re not that old!” I insisted again.
She didn’t comment. Instead, Mrs. Nolan shook her head and pushed her empty glass away from her in a way that made me realize the moment was over. She put her clip back in her hair. She also put back on her glasses. The sexy woman inside of Mrs. Nolan that had escaped for a few moments was back behind the wall she’d built.
I caught myself wondering what would have happened if I’d done more than take off her glasses and undo her hair. I wondered if she would have let me. I was guessing no, but in either case it didn’t matter now. It was too late.
“Thanks for helping me home and spending some time chatting,” she said in a no-nonsense tone, but then she smiled briefly and added, “And for dealing with my harmless flirting. It’s been a while.” I had to give her this, Mrs. Nolan was honest. She wasn’t trying to deny the attraction we felt for each other. She was just putting it in its place. I was her neighbor’s kid. She was my parents’ friend. Mrs. Nolan simply wasn’t the type no matter what she said about her past.
I was disappointed, but I understood. That didn’t mean I was going to let her off the hook easily, at least not without some teasing.
“I just hope I can find Janice and she’s in the mood,” I joked. “Cause you’ve got me pretty wound up.”
“I didn’t do that much!” she laughed, actually blushing. “That’s just your teenage hormones.”
“You underestimate your effect on guys,” I insisted. “At least when you let down your guard down. You should try it more often.”
“Not likely,” she said. “Frankly, it was a mistake and I know it, but like I said earlier, alcohol does weird things to me.”
“It makes you horny!” I laughed, deciding to call a spade a spade.
“And then some,” she admitted with an embarrassed frown. “And on that note, it’s time you were leaving young man.”
“Yes mam,” I said in a teasing tone. She couldn’t help herself. She laughed, but she also led me to the front door and opened it. I couldn’t resist planting a quick kiss on her lips. I was surprised when she stepped back quickly and became flushed.
“That was uncalled for!” she snapped, but I think she was more shocked than mad. I tilted my head and looked at her.
“Actually, Mae,” I said using her first name for the first time and moving close to her. “I think that was exactly what was called for, that and more.”
“Oh dear,” she said, shaking her head. “I thought you were a decent boy. You reminded me of my George, but you’re not like him, are you?”
“No, not really,” I laughed. “Actually, I’m probably more like you were back in the day.”
“Well then,” she said, in control once more. “I hope you meet your George soon and she does for you what mine did for me.”
“Thanks,” I said, knowing she really meant it. “And if you ever want some companionship…” I tried to step closer and steal another kiss, but she was ready this time. Her hands stopped me. She pushed me back, but gently.
“Young man, it’s past time you left,” she said and I knew she was right.
“Ah well,” I sighed, stepping outside. “It was worth a try.”
“Good night,” she said, shutting the door. I stood there staring at it for a few seconds before sighing and leaving.
I went home and got my cell. It turned out that everyone went to Janice’s because they finished all the alcohol they snuck into Ben’s house. Mr. Bell had a well-stocked bar in the basement. Janice would probably get in trouble for hitting it up tomorrow, but maybe not. Mr. Bell was being pretty cool today.
I made my way to her house. It was at the end of the block and I passed the parents. They were still drinking in front of Mr. and Mrs. Franklin’s house. I saw dad holding my mother on his lap, but she was smiling now. Thoughts about what Mrs. Nolan said about mom liking when dad was in this mood popped into my head. I didn’t dwell on them, but couldn’t stop thinking about Mrs. Nolan herself. Damn.
Everyone was pretty drunk by the time I arrived. I quickly tried to catch up, but mostly because Janice was obviously trying to hook up with Ben.
“Are you okay with this?” Ben frowned when he was able to get me by myself. “I didn’t plan it, but Janice can be pretty aggressive when she drinks.”
“I know,” I smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Have fun!”
“You sure?” he asked. I slapped him on the back. Janice was a good time, but Ben was my best friend.
“Go!” I laughed. “Just make sure you wear a condom!” Ben being Ben, he blushed. I just laughed harder. He and Janice disappeared a few moments later.
There was a Ping-Pong table and a few of us started playing bear pong. It was a good time despite Connor having a streak of good luck. I’m not sure how long we played before Mr. Bell came downstairs and kicked us out, but it was long enough for me to be pretty shitfaced. Connor and I walked together for a bit.
“That was fun,” he grinned.
“I’d think so too if I had the hot streak you did,” I retorted. He laughed briefly.
“Do you think Ben got lucky?” Connor asked.
“With Janice?” I asked. “Of course. I just hope he got out of her room before Mr. and Mrs. Bell showed up. Mr. Bell is pretty cool, but…”
“I can just picture Ben slipping out of her bedroom window only half dressed!” Connor laughed.
“It’s on the second story,” I said. “If he didn’t get out he’s probably hiding in her closet.” I didn’t mention that I was speaking from personal experience. I got home pretty late that night because I had to wait for Mr. and Mrs. Bell to fall asleep. Mom grounded me when I gave some bullshit excuse, but it was worth it. Janice was a screamer. I found myself wondering if Mrs. Nolan was one too.
“None of that!” I snapped at myself.
“What?” Connor asked. I looked at him and blinked twice. Had I said that out loud? Man, I was seriously drunk.
“Nothing,” I said. “There’s your house.” Connor gave me a weird look, but then nodded and said goodnight. I continued on.
I texted Ben because I was supposed to be sleeping at his house tonight. I got a good laugh when he replied that he was stuck in Janice’s closet like I expected. I sent a couple of crude texts back. His responses were equally amusing. The problem was that they also reminded me of the last time I was with Janice.
I was in serious need at the moment despite being drunk, but I didn’t blame Janice and Ben for hooking up. I blamed Mrs. Nolan. She was the one who put me in this mood, and being in the shape I was, I decided to confront her on it. There was a part of me that knew it was a mistake, but I was too drunk to care. I made my way to her house and rang the bell. I had to ring it twice more and knock rather loudly before she answered.
Mrs. Nolan was wearing a thin robe that let me get a sense of just how nice her breasts really were. She had it wrapped tightly around her.
“What are you doing here?” she frowned.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I answered, pushing past her into the house.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I made my way to the kitchen again. She shut the door and followed me.
“I need another drink,” I grinned.
“I doubt that,” she snorted. There was something wrong with her, but I was too drunk to figure it out. “You need to leave right now!”
I ignored her and opened the cabinet where she kept her vodka. I pulled out the bottle and was surprised to see that it was a lot emptier than it was when I left. That’s when I realized what was wrong with Mrs. Nolan. She was just as plastered as me.
“You’re drunk!” I cried.
“Look who’s talking?” she retorted. I don’t know why, but suddenly we were both laughing. That only lasted until I noticed her breasts giggling. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Mrs. Nolan saw me looking and covered her chest with her arms. I reached out and pulled her glasses off once more. I also undid her hair.
“Come on Mae,” I said softly. “I want to see the real you again, just for a few seconds.”
“This is the real me,” she frowned.
“You know what I mean. Come on! You know you want to,” I cajoled. “You’re drunk and that makes you horny. Let me see the hot girl you hide in the inside.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she cried, but she was no longer holding her robe closed. She licked her lips.
“Come on Mae, don’t be this way,” I said, moving closer. “One of the things I like about you is your honesty. Don’t start lying to me now.”
“Fine,” she sighed. “I don’t like lying anyway. You’re a handsome young man and yes, I’m attracted to you, but that’s mostly because I’m drunk. Don’t get your hopes up because nothing is going to happen here.”
“That’s better,” I grinned, stepping even closer. She stepped back out of my reach.
“What do I have to do to make you leave?” she asked.
“Show me the woman you’re hiding inside just once and I’ll go,” I offered. She looked at me and blinked a couple of times as her mind spun.
“You promise?” she finally asked.
“Yes,” I agreed easily. “But only if you really let me see your desire.” Mrs. Nolan stood there in a semi-alcoholic daze and tried to decide what to do, but it was a lost cause. She wasn’t just fighting me. Mrs. Nolan was also fighting herself.
“Come on, just once and I’m out of here!” I didn’t even bother hiding my grin when she finally nodded.
The transformation was amazing. One moment Mrs. Nolan was standing in front of me looking confused and nervous and the next Mae, the passionate woman who’s been locked away inside was looking at me with lust filled eyes, at least that’s how it seemed to me. I pulled her to me roughly and kissed her. Mrs. Nolan didn’t fight me. Instead, she moaned.
“You promised to leave!” she gasped when we broke for air. I grabbed both of her hips and pulled her hard against me. My stiff cock pressed against her stomach.
“I lied!” I whispered lustfully into her ear. “Remember, I’m not a nice guy.”
“We can’t!” she cried, but Mrs. Nolan was grinding slightly against my hardness. I smiled. I had her. She was mine.
“Sure we can,” I disagreed. “For this one night you’re going to remember what it feels like to be alive!” This time when I kissed her I pushed my tongue in her mouth. She accepted it willingly, at least at first. Mrs. Nolan surprised me by pulling back despite my certainly that she had given in.
“No!” she cried. “I am not going to let one of the neighborhood kids seduce me!”
“Who’s seducing who?” I replied, refusing to let her go. “You’re the one with the sexy, sex starved smile. How long has it been?” I used one hand to squeeze her breasts through her robe.
“Too long!” she moaned, obviously enjoying what I was doing.
Mrs. Nolan was clearly in the mood and ripe for the picking. The room suddenly filled with her scent as her excitement grew. I grabbed her robe and forced it open with both hands. I held it behind her back, locking her arms that way. Her heavy breasts were exposed and heaving. I leaned forward and buried my face between them. Whatever resistance she had left disappeared when I caught one of her nipples in my mouth.
“This is so wrong!” she moaned. “You’re half my age!”
“But still man enough to take care of your needs!” I promised.
“Oh I know!” she gasped. “That’s what scares me! You’re so hard and long! I haven’t had a man in a decade. Do you have any idea what that does to a girl?”
“Let’s take care of that right now!” I growled, pulling her robe off the rest of the way. Mrs. Nolan’s body was very nice, but I was too much in need to notice much about it other than she was ready. I pushed her onto the kitchen table and spread her legs. The red hair there was wet with her desire. Despite my need, I took a moment to taste her. The smell was too enticing to pass up. The moment grew to a few minutes after I tasted her. She was delicious!
“Oh my God!” she cried just before she came for the first time. I drank her juices down until she was done and then moved up her body. My lips were wet with her cum, but that didn’t stop her from kissing me. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her soaked slit. She moaned and added, “Please, don’t tease me. It’s been too long!”
I was harder than I could ever remember being and Mae’s pussy was warm and inviting. I pushed in slowly because I didn’t want to hurt her. I needn’t have worried. Mrs. Nolan grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against her.
“Yes!” she cried and came again. That didn’t stop me from riding her. It wasn’t long before I was slamming into her. It wasn’t just my own need that drove me to it. Mae was a sexual dynamo, thrashing under me with pent up lust despite having already cum twice. Her hands pulled me deep with every stroke.
“Mrs. Nolan!” I groaned. It seemed silly to call her that at this moment. “Mae, you have to let me go! I’m going to cum soon!” I cursed myself for not having a condom. I so wanted to cum in her! She didn’t respond at first. She just kept pulling me deep until I forced myself to stop thrust.
“No!” she cried. “Don’t stop! I want to feel you cum in me. I need to feel it!” She squeezed down hard on my cock and I could stop my hips from bucking. “Oh yes! Fill me! Let me have it!”
“Are you on the pill?” I gasped, fighting my orgasm with all my strength despite my hips moving of their own accord. I’d never come in a girl without a condom.
“No!” she moaned in reply. “But I don’t care!”
“Oh fuck!” I groaned. The thought of letting loose with the possibility of making her pregnant woke up some instinctual part of me. Instead of being horrified, I found myself wanted it. I wanted to fill her with my seed. I wanted to make her pregnant! It wasn’t logical or smart, but at that moment I could care less. I leaned forward and raped her lips with my own before moving to her ear.
“Please! Let me feel it!” she moaned.
“But what if you become pregnant?” I whispered, giving her one last chance to stop me. Instead of responding, she locked up and came again. There must have been an instinctual part of her very much like mine. That was all I answer I needed. I thrust in her one last time and my cum erupted inside of her. I came longer and harder than I ever could remember. Mae thrashed under me the entire time, rolling from one orgasm to the next.
I didn’t want to move afterward, but after a few minutes I had to. My bladder demanded it. I used the bathroom and walked back out to the kitchen. It was empty. Mrs. Nolan was gone. Her bedroom door was closed. I could have slipped out at that point, but I doubted I’d ever get another chance with Mrs. Nolan and there was so much more I wanted to do with her.
I entered her bedroom and there she was on her bed, completely naked and smiling sexily at me. She was obviously waiting for me. Mae looked oddly content.
“How did you know I wouldn’t leave?” I asked. She actually laughed.
“We’re too much alike for you not to follow me.”
“True!” I laughed, climbing into bed after her.
“You have tonight to do whatever you want with me,” she said simply. “Tomorrow this never happened. You have to promise that, for real this time.” Her eyes locked with mine. I smiled and nodded, serious this time. “Good! Now how do you want me?”
The next couple of hours went by in blur. Mrs. Nolan was a machine! She rode me in every conceivable position. I loved watching her breasts sway as she bounced on my cock and rested her hands on my chest. I’m not sure how many times I came, but she always insisted I cum in her. Each time was better than the last.
“Please! Just once more!” she moaned after particularly intense orgasm, but I was certain I was done.
“I can’t,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. Instead of being disappointed, she grinned and got onto her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass enticingly. It was quite a sight. I moment later I saw her slip a hand between her legs. Mrs. Nolan as playing with herself for me!
“I still can’t believe you’re like this!” I groaned, trying to reconcile this woman to the neighbor I knew.
“I’m not,” she insisted. “Or at least I won’t be after we’re done tonight. So, if you want another chance, it’s now or never!”
“Definitely now,” I smiled, feeling my cock respond despite me being almost certain a few moments ago that I was done for the night.
I took my time, trying to last, but Mrs. Nolan clearly wanted something else. She glanced over her shoulder at me after a few minutes and smiled in a way that let me know she was up to something. Mae fell forward so her shoulders were on her bed. Her ass was up in the air as she moved her hands to the small of her back. No girl had ever acted so submissive for me before! It got to the same instinctual part of me that liked cumming in her despite the possible ramifications.
“Take me!” she demanded, but then turned it into a plea. “Please! I’m begging you!”
I pushed all thought from my head. Tonight was about feeling, not thinking, and right now what I was feeling was insatiable hunger!
I grabbed Mrs. Nolan’s wrists and started fucking her from behind. The rhythmic slapping of my hips against her ass only added to my enjoyment. I guess hers too based on her moans. We were both close to cumming when I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“In or on?” I asked. “Janice likes the feel of my hot cum on her back.” I was just teasing her. I knew what Mae wanted.
“The little slut!” Mrs. Nolan laughed, despite her position. She obviously wasn’t serious. Actually, I take that back. She was serious, but it didn’t bother her. How could it?
“So you want me to pull out?” I asked, teasing her one last time.
“No!” she cried, slamming back to meet my thrust. “Don’t you dare waste it! My pussy already feels so warm and full, but it will only feel better with the last of your cum burning inside!”
I was done playing games. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips. Mrs. Nolan gasped as I started slamming in and out of her in earnest. I was holding her so tightly that I was sure she’d have bruises tomorrow, but it didn’t seem to bother her, especially a few moments later when the last of my seed filled her. She cried out and came along with me.
We lay together another fifteen minutes before she chased me out, but at least she did it with a smile. She made me promise once more that I would never mention what happened to anyone.
“One more thing,” she added as I was putting my clothes back on. “This will never ever happen again so don’t bothering stopping by some other night.” I was a little disappointed because it was obvious she was serious.
“Okay,” I sighed. She reached out and grabbed my wrist and waited for me to face her.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said carefully. “I enjoyed myself immensely, but it wouldn’t be right.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I shrugged. “It’s just sex. Okay, incredible and crazy sex, but sex just the same.”
“The big deal is that you’re eighteen,” she smiled. “And eighteen year old men spend most of their time thinking about sex, sex and more sex.”
“You say that as if it were a bad thing,” I joked.
“It’s not,” she laughed, but she quickly grew serious again. “Except that if you’re focused on having sex with me, then one of two things will most likely happen. First, you’ll eventually convince yourself that you’ve fallen in love with me.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” I asked, surprising myself, but not her. Was I somehow already half in love with her? Maybe, but more likely it was just the euphoria after the great sex.
“Yes, it would,” she replied calmly. “In the end it would never work out. I’m too old for you. Besides, you’re not my George. I could never love you like I do him.”
“Yeah, I know,” I admitted. I might be young, but I wasn’t stupid. Mom was right. Mrs. Nolan was still very much in love with her husband and always would be.
“Which brings me to my second point,” she smiled. “I’m not your ‘George’ either. She’s out there waiting and if you’re spending all your time with me then you might miss her. I would hate being the reason for that.”
“I understand,” I said slowly. She pulled my lips to hers once more. The kiss lasted longer than I expected and was amazing in its way, but deep down I knew that it was the last I’d ever get from Mae.
“Now get going before you recover enough to want me yet again,” she grinned. “Whoever you end up with will certainly be a lucky girl. I’ve never felt so exhausted before!” Mrs. Nolan was too spent to walk me to the door. That was oddly satisfying.
“Thanks,” I said, not sure what else to say.
“Goodbye,” she said with a finality I couldn’t miss. “And thank you.”
Mrs. Nolan was lying on her back and already half asleep when I opened the door to her bedroom. She had an odd expression on her face as she rested her hands on her belly.
“Let’s go!” Jeff, my college roommate cried. “If we’re late for graduation our parents will kill us.”
I smiled and shook my head. It had been an interested four years. I had a lot of fun and got a decent degree to boot. I was a little sad at having to leave, but it was time. Besides, I was looking forward to the future.
“Is Zoe meeting us at the ceremony?” Jeff asked. I couldn’t help my smile when he mentioned her. Jeff saw and sighed.
“Seriously?” he asked. “What happened to the crazy partier I roomed with freshman year?”
“You’ll understand when you meet the right girl,” I shrugged. Zoe was definitely that and so much more to me. We’d bumped into each other at the end of last year completely unexpectedly. I had no idea how we spent three years going to the same school and never met until then, but when we did it was love at first sight, for both of us.
“I’m just glad not to have to share a room with you anymore,” Jeff snorted. “You two go at it like rabbits!”
“Jealous?” I asked.
“Of course!” he grinned.
We were finally ready to leave when I saw the envelope on the kitchen table. It was addressed to me.
“What’s that?” I asked. Jeff looked and started, obviously remembering something.
“It came in the mail for you,” he said. “It’s pretty heavy for an envelope and doesn’t have a return address. I was so curious that I almost opened it.”
“Interesting,” I said, getting a knife to break the seal.
“We don’t have the time now!” Jeff cried.
“You go ahead,” I said. “I’ll be right there.” I saw him hesitate, torn between seeing what was in the envelope and being late. I waited and raised my eyebrow. I had a pretty good idea what was inside. I wanted to open it alone. Jeff got the hint and left. I used the knife and two pictures fell out. I smiled at them.
The first was of a cute red haired little girl with my eyes. The second was of the same little girl in her mother’s arms. Mrs. Nolan looked good. There was also a graduation card. There were no words, but none were necessary.
I didn’t love Mrs. Nolan. She didn’t love me. I wasn’t her George and she wasn’t my Zoe, but we had shared a special night together that neither one of us would ever forget, and something, no someone, had come out of it that brought joy to Mae. I couldn’t regret that.
I remembered the first time I’d gotten a card from Mae. It was quite the surprise. You see, Mrs. Nolan had been true to her word and we never repeated what happened that night despite me actually trying to get her back into bed once or twice that summer before going away school. I left and by the time I came home for Christmas break she’s moved away with no real explanation or forwarding address.
The next summer I received my first card. Written on it were only two words. ‘Thank you’. In it was a picture of Mrs. Nolan holding a baby. I think I knew deep inside before then, but seeing the picture was all the confirmation I needed. I had a daughter somewhere.
It hit me hard at first, but slowly I came to accept that this way was probably better. I wasn’t ready for a kid and it’s not like Mrs. Nolan would have agreed to marry me even if I could find her. I knew that Mae would be the perfect mother and love the child with all her heart. I could see that in the pictures.
Getting pregnant gave Mrs. Nolan a second chance at life and love. It wasn’t the same as if Mr. Nolan had lived, but it seemed enough for Mae. I could see that from the pictures as well. I was still looking at them when my door opened.
“There you are!” Zoe cried. “What’s the hold up?” I held out the pictures.
“Oh,” she said, taking and looking at them. “You made a beautiful kid. I can’t wait until we have a couple of our own.”
“In four or five years,” I said pointedly. I wanted to wait…Zoe, not so much.
“We’ll see,” she grinned in that way that let me know it would never happen and I couldn’t help laughing.
“Can you at least wait until we’re married?”
“Depends on how long it takes you to purpose,” she retorted pointedly.
“Not until I save up enough for a nice ring,” I insisted, pulling her into hug.
“In that case, probably not,” she said, kissing me briefly. I think she was joking, but then again with Zoe, you never knew. I found myself wondering if I should borrow the money for the ring from my father. Zoe could be persistent when she wanted to be and I didn’t want any more of my kids born out of wedlock. Call me old-fashioned.
“She really is adorable,” Zoe said, looking at the picture once more.
I had no secrets from her. You didn’t do that with the ‘one’. It took her some getting used to after I told her, but she loved me and accepted it in time. No one else knew and that was fine with me.
“You know, one of these days we’re going to have to track them down,” Zoe said in a matter of fact tone. “I like this Mrs. Nolan from what you’ve said about her, but it would be nice to know your own daughter’s name.”
“Zoe…” I began, not sure I liked the idea.
“Oh, not soon!” she interjected. “I want a couple of our own before you see her, otherwise I think I’d be too jealous. Now let’s go before we really do miss graduation.” I stared at her for a few moments. She looked right back.
“You know I love you with all my heart, right?” I asked. She smiled knowingly.
“Of course,” she replied. “On the other hand, a ring would prove it nicely.” She been hinting at it for the last few months, but I guess now that we were graduating she wasn’t willing to wait any longer.
“You’re not the most subtle woman I’ve ever met! Or patient for that matter!” I laughed, deciding I’d definitely have to borrow some money from my father. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her again.
“I think I’ve been patient enough considering I knew you were the ‘one’ since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” she said after we broke apart. “And why should I be subtle? I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. You feel the same way. School’s over so let’s move on in life!”
“Yes dear,” I said, trying to use my father’s forced patience voice that drove my mother crazy. It must have worked because it caused Zoe to give me quite the look. I laughed again. She shook her head, but didn’t comment as she handed me the pictures and opened the door. I glanced at them once more and put them down.
I remembered being hurt when I found out Mrs. Nolan disappeared with my daughter, but I think it was her way of making sure I had my chance at finding what she called ‘my George’. Zoe was definitely that. I couldn’t be mad as Mae for that. In fact, if Zoe did insist we track them down one day, I’d have to remember to thank her.