Betty Sue

BETTY SUE

Betty Sue Nelson hates her name. Who names their kid Betty Sue these days? Nobody. The fact she was named after her grandmother only made it worse. It was a good name in 1920, not so much in the twenty-first century. Her mother insisting on calling her Betty Sue only made it worse.

As soon as she was old enough at school, she made them start calling her Betty. It was better than nothing. She grew up in Omaha, Nebraska.

Her experience in high school was not good. She had only one boyfriend. The "popular" kids were not kind. She thought she was maybe an 8 on a good day, but apparently the general consensus among the other kids was a 6. She was 5'7" and 140 pounds. She had a pretty face with her brown hair ringing it. She was slightly pudgy but did have a nice set of breasts that she was proud of.

She still considered herself a virgin, even though her boyfriend had tried. He barely managed to get into her before he blew his wad. Neither of them knew much, and she wasn't impressed. That was the end of that relationship.

After high school, she started attending junior college. She needed a job and found one at Werner Enterprises. They are a large trucking company that had its headquarters in Omaha. She was hired as a receptionist. At first, she was only part-time but was smart, personable, and knew the job perfectly. It wasn't long before she was full-time and decided to wait on the college thing. The money was good.

Sally Cranston also worked at Werner as a receptionist. She was the opposite of Betty. A blonde, blue-eyed model level beauty, she was very popular at one of the other high schools in Omaha. Leader of the cheerleaders, she was a class president. She always had the most popular boy as her boyfriend.

She was working at Werner because she had a plan. Find the richest single man near the top of the company and "marry" him. She had always been able to seduce any boy growing up, and she was confident she would succeed there too.

The one thing about Sally was, she wasn't stuck up. Betty and Sally hit it off the first day they met. They became a very successful team at the receptionist desk. Men who came up to the desk were immediately drawn to Sally. Betty could then call whomever they were there to see while Sally was talking to them. They were a very effective team.

Sally was always trying to help Betty go on dates. Betty wasn't interested, but Sally kept trying. "Betty, you're prettier than those assholes at Buffett High would admit. With my tips, you can do well here. There are many single men here." Betty always declined.

They worked together for five years. Betty was happy with the job. She made enough money to get her own apartment and get out of her parent's house.

Sally was very popular and had a date whenever she wanted. However, none of the members of the board ever came in the front door, and she was getting frustrated with her inability to meet the right man. It changed when she met the manager of the equipment department. He was responsible for the 1,000 trucks and vans the company had. Things looked up for Sally. Betty was sure she would lose Sally, her only friend in the company.

The highlight of Betty's Day was when the Fed Ex driver brought packages to the desk. He came nearly every day, and he was the highlight of her day. He would always talk to Sally, but he would wink at Betty and smile at her while talking to Sally.

Sally wasn't interested in a Fed Ex driver, but she couldn't help herself. She had always flirted with nearly every man, even those she wasn't interested in.

Jimmy Osmond made good money by driving a Fed Ex truck making deliveries. He worked long hours and had no life outside of work. He did enjoy taking deliveries to Werner. The blonde at the desk was enchanting. He looked forward to her smiling face. The other girl was quiet, but he noticed she did most of the work while the blonde was talking.

Jimmy was twenty-five and very popular with the ladies when he had time. He had two days off, of course, but he had to cram everything he wanted to do in those days. Dating was hard.

Sally enjoyed the nightlife, and she always tried to get Betty to go along. She had another friend, Wanda, and the two of them went looking for a good time at least once a week. They liked having Betty with them because that gave them a driver to get them home and someone who didn't drink to keep an eye on them. They also liked Betty. She wasn't as pretty as them, but she wasn't ugly, either. Sally figured Betty was a seven with a good figure and a brown hairdo that framed her face nicely. Wanda and Sally had tried to give Betty tips, but most were ignored.

The girls asked Betty to go with them to a new nightclub that had live jazz music. She really didn't want to go, but had nothing else to do and was bored, so she agreed.

They found a table near the stage and settled in. The music was good and there were men there to keep the other two busy. It didn't take long for the two to hone in on a couple of men at the table near them. For the next couple of hours, the four of them danced and laughed. It wasn't long before they had combined their two tables and were having a great time. Betty was bored. She had seen Sally pick up dozens of men and she knew how this would end. Either she would leave with one of them, or Betty would have to take her somewhere where they could be "alone".

This time, Wanda was doing very well also, and Betty was sure she would be going home alone when Sally asked her to take them to the men's home. "Please, Betty. We like them, but we want you there to make sure we can get away. I'm sorry there wasn't anyone here for you, but please help us. We'll make it up to you, I promise."

Betty didn't really want to; go to another place to sit and wait while these two get to fuck another good-looking man. However, she had come this far and had nothing else to do but go home alone, so she agreed.

Betty followed them to a nice house in a good neighborhood. Betty was surprised. Maybe they aren't just party guys.

They made Betty comfortable in the living room and disappeared upstairs. She was alone and turned the TV on to wait it out.

About ten minutes later, she was surprised by a voice behind her. "Who, may I ask, are you?"

She turned around to find a slightly older man standing at the foot of the stairs. "My name is Betty and I'm just waiting for my friends."

"Let me guess, upstairs?" She nodded. "You're quite the sport to sit here and wait for them." He sat down near her. "My name is Chuck. Welcome to my home."

"You own this house?"

"Yes, the only thing I got from my divorce."

"So, do your friends do this often?"

"Some, yes. They are old friends, and I needed company for a while. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I'm the designated driver."

"So, why is a pretty girl like you sitting here alone instead of finding a man yourself. I'm sure you wouldn't have any problems if you wished."

Betty liked this man. For a guy she guessed was in his forties, he was good looking with a soft face. "I don't really do that much. I'd rather find someone not in a bar."

He smiled at her. "Wise decision. Nothing good comes from alcohol-based decisions. Would you like something to eat?"

"Sure." He led her to the kitchen, and they cleaned out his refrigerator as they talked. The more she talked to him, the more she liked him. He wasn't forward or arrogant. He spoke quietly with confidence. "So, how long has it been since your divorce?"

"A year or so."

"Have you been dating?"

"A little. I'm not ready for a forties-something divorcee with issues or children. I'll find a woman who's independent that wants a partner to share their life with me."

Betty could only wish he was twenty years younger. They say a woman knows within a few minutes whether or not they would sleep with a man when they meet them. And she knew, she would sleep with this older man. Fantasies are wonderful but best left unfulfilled.

"So, what about you, Betty?"

"I'm twenty-six and work at a trucking company as their receptionist."

"Dating?"

"Not much. I had a boyfriend in high school, but I don't date much now. I'm tired of boys my age."

"You haven't met anyone that would change your mind?"

"One guy, the Fed Ex driver that comes in every day, but he only has eyes for Sally."

Chuck got up and took her hand. "Let's go back to the living room."

He led her there and sat down. However, he was surprised when she sat on his lap and smiled at him. He was surprised. "You sure you want to do this?"

"This is the surest I've been for a while."

He smiled and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, hungrily. He started rubbing her shoulders and back and she put her head on his shoulder.

Chuck was conflicted about her age, but this willing woman sitting on his lap was melting his resistance. The resistance vanished when she whispered into his ear. "Make love to me, please."

She sat back and looked into his eyes. He smiled and picked her up. He carried her up the stairs toward his bedroom.

Betty was in heaven. She knew this was wrong. She isn't even drunk. She has no excuses; except she needed this!

He carried her into his bedroom and put her on the bed. "Would you like to go into the bathroom and get ready?"

She nodded and ran to the bathroom. While she was gone, he undressed and got into bed.

Betty sat on the toilet for a second. Does she really want to do this? It was now or never. With a moment of determination, she stood up and removed her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had nice breasts but was a little pudgy in the middle. She always liked her legs. They were short, but slender. It was time. She removed her bra and panties and took one last look in the mirror. She hoped he would like her body and that she would be able to please him.

When she opened the door, the room was dark. "I thought you might like to get into bed in the dark. Is that okay?"

She just ran to the bed and climbed under the covers. He pulled her to him and held her against him. They lay still for a couple of minutes, letting the emotions settle.

He finally ran his hand down her back. She shivered at his touch and waited. He leaned over and kissed her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He could see the fire in her eyes. "Yes, fuck me now."

Okay, he would do that. The first thing he did was go down between her legs. She was shocked. She assumed he would roll over on top of her and go right to it. As he began licking her clitoris while pushing his finger into her, she began to melt away. She closed her eyes and spread her legs as far as she could and let this man do as he wished.

The first orgasm caught her by surprise. It just exploded within her, and she could only moan with her eyes closed. He stopped to look up at her and smile. A good start. He continued until she ran her fingers through his hair. When he looked up, she smiled and beckoned for him to come up onto her. He gladly did so and lay on top of her, looking into her eyes.

"Please, I need you inside me, now."

He smiled but then got out of bed. She was confused. She watched as he went to his dresser and pulled out a condom. As he opened it, he smiled at her. "Whatever you do, never let a man raw dog you until you know enough about him. The last thing you need is a disease or pregnancy."

Once he was ready, he returned to her, and she spread her legs. He reached down and picked her legs up by her knees to give himself room. He smiled at her as he worked his way into her. She was very tight, and she was wincing. He went slowly until she screamed a little. He pulled out to see some blood coming out with him. He stopped. "Are you still a virgin?"

"I don't think so. I had one boyfriend that tried, but I never was sure how successful he had been."

He reached down and put a little blood on his finger. "Sweetheart, I think I just broke your hymen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take your virginity."

She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on her. "I can think of no one I would rather take it than a kind man like you. Now, please finish me."

He smiled and pushed into her. This time, she lay still, waiting. Once he had settled into her, he began thrusting. With every thrust, he went deeper. She was very tight, and he knew he wouldn't last long. So, he put his finger down on her button and helped her. He wanted her to have an orgasm when he did.

Betty closed her eyes and let the emotions and feelings flow over her. Her mind went to every fantasy she had ever used, and her mind checked out a little as he worked her over. This orgasm surpassed the first one by intensity and duration. It continued and continued. The heat had started in her loins but had taken over her entire body.

Chuck enjoyed this young woman's body. She was bouncing around under him, moaning and drooling. She suddenly stiffened, and the expression on her face froze as she came. This was the last straw, and he pushed deeply into her to explode into her. When he finished, he lay down on her and rested as she recovered.

When she opened her eyes, he kissed her. "Thank you, Betty, for allowing me to take your cherry. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life."

She threw her arms around him. "No, thank you for your kindness, and your big dick. I will remember this forever."

They rested for a few minutes until there was a knock on his door. "Chuck, you wouldn't happen to know where Betty is, would you?"

"Yes, she's here with me."

"Well, her friends are ready to leave."

"Call them an Uber. I'm not finished with her yet."

Betty giggled under her breath. "Okay, have fun."

"I hope you are okay with that. I'd really like to fuck you again."

She crawled out from under him and went down him. She tried to give him a blowjob but wasn't very good at it. He finally pulled her up on top of him and told her to ride him. She put him inside her and began riding. Chuck lay on his back and watched this inexperienced, but willing young woman try her hardest. Fortunately for her, her pussy was still tight, and it didn't take long for each to come to a satisfactory conclusion.

She collapsed beside him, and he took her in his arms.

"I'm sorry I'm not any good at blowjobs. I really have never tried before."

He took her face in his hands. "Betty, it is like anything else in life, practice makes perfect. You're a beautiful, wonderful girl. You will make a great wife for one lucky man." He kissed her again. "Now, would you like to go home, or stay and enjoy the rest of the night?"

"Oh, stay for sure."

They were able to go one more round before they finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

Betty woke up the next morning to realize it had not been a wet dream. She really had a naked man asleep beside her with his hand between her legs. The realization he had fallen asleep with his hand between her legs made her horny all over again.

She was going to try again and wake him up in a fun way. She bent down and took his morning wood in her hand. She started this time by licking it and sucking on the tip as she stroked the shaft. He immediately hardened the rest of the way, and she pushed as much of him as she could take into her mouth. This time, she ignored the gagging feeling and continued to push him in and out of her mouth, each time trying to go a little deeper.

He stirred almost immediately and then lay still as she worked on him. It didn't take long for her to succeed in making him shoot. She wasn't expecting it when it happened, and it finished half in her mouth and half on her face. She gagged with what was in her mouth and finally swallowed in self-defense. He helped her up and wiped her face clean with his finger. "I see it didn't take you long to master that." He kissed her. "Good morning. That's the best wakeup call I've ever gotten."

She was proud of herself and lay down on his shoulder to glow in her accomplishment.

After a couple of minutes, he got up on one elbow and looked into Betty's face. "I hope you don't leave until I can enjoy that beautiful body one more time?"

The compliment made her warm inside and she smiled. "Please fuck me before I leave."

It didn't take long, but each enjoyed the other one more time before she finally got dressed and left.

Chuck was very happy with the evening. He hadn't had sex in over a year, since the divorce, and it felt good.

Betty didn't remember much about the drive home. That was the best night of her life by far. She knew it was a one-night stand. He was way too old for her, but she finally knew what it felt like to have sex with a man that knew what he was doing.

When they got to work Monday morning, Sally was all over Betty. "So, what happened to you Saturday night? You weren't in the living room, but your car was still there. The boys finally guessed you had to be with Chuck, even though they were sure that wasn't possible. When they found you with him, it shocked all four of us. That wasn't like him or you."

"You told me to live a little, and I decided I was tired of sitting around waiting for you. He was willing, and very good, by the way. I lost count of the orgasms that night."

Sally laughed. "When you fall off the wagon, you tear it apart. Good for you, girl. You feel better now, don't you?"

Betty nodded. She had to admit, she did feel different. More confident, and more satisfied with herself.

She knew for sure when Jimmy came in with a package. He headed for Sally, but Betty cut him off. "Good morning, James. How's your week starting out?"

He stopped between the two girls. That one had never talked to him before. "It's a good morning. I don't think I know your name."

Sally interjected. "It's Betty."

"Wow, that's a name you don't hear anymore. I think it's a great name. You're one of a kind." He handed the package to Betty, smiled at both and left.

Sally was impressed. "Way to go, Betty. You see the look in his eyes. You caught his attention."

She had to admit she was proud of herself. It was time for the wallflower to blossom. If she just knew how to do it. She needed another lesson in how to deal with men.

For the next week, she struggled with an unusual decision. She had no right or reason to think what she was thinking, but she was better off now than before, and she was growing more confident in her abilities with men. She just needed something more, and the idea of where was so outside the bounds, she was afraid to even think about it.

The next Saturday, she called Chuck. She had seen his phone on his dresser and had remembered the number. He was very surprised to get her call, but he agreed to go to dinner with her that night.

They met at a nice restaurant. Both were uncomfortable. Chuck because he was hoping it wasn't what he thought it would be, and Betty because she knew it was.

"Chuck, thanks for seeing me. This isn't what you think it is. Well, sort of, but not exactly."

"Now you've piqued my interest. I was hoping you weren't a doe-eyed girl in love with the first man she slept with."

"Oh, I'm in love with you, but that would never work. It's okay. I have my eyes on a young man. What I need is more help in the boudoir department. You were the first man I have ever been with, and you taught me more in one night than my entire life. I'm already more confident around men in public. I'm sure I will be able to connect with men. It's just that I don't have any skills in bed. You saw that yourself."

Chuck smiled. "Those are things that come with practice. You just need to find the right man and develop your skills together."

"I agree. But I feel I need a more well-rounded skill set before I make a fool of myself with a man I want to love me."

"So, you're looking for a practice partner?"

Betty stopped eating and hung her head. "I know that sounds crazy and doesn't make any sense. But I need more experience before I try to seduce the man I want."

Chuck just sat and looked at this young woman. On one hand, this pretty young thing was asking him to fuck her and teach her how to please a man. An idea his dick was onboard with. He could feel that. On the other hand, that would make him a dirty old man. Did he really want to become attached to this young woman knowing she was after someone else?

"You realize the position you've put me in? If I take you back to my house and we spend a few days together knowing it was not real between us, it will probably end up hurting one of us. And I can guess who it would be."

"You are correct, and I would never put you in that position. I would be happy with some private advice about men. You saw how little I know about you guys, and I need some tips. I don't expect you to take me to your house, ravage me, and then wish me luck."

"I'm not sure we could have a detailed sexual conversation without ending up in bed."

"I'm desperate now. Just with the experience I got from one day with you has made me more confident around men. I have started talking to them, flirting with them, and even have a couple of dates set up. If I promise I will not remove a single piece of clothing while I am with you, will you consider it?"

He knew it was a bad idea, but he never could resist a pleading woman. "Okay, we can go to my house right now. You can ask me any question, no matter how personal or intimate it is for a couple of hours."

"Thank you, Chuck, thank you."

He paid the check, and she followed him home. When they were settled on the couch, he was ready.

The first question was a good one, but it caught him by surprise.

"How long before I should agree to sleep with someone I like?"

"Definitely not on the first date. You will need to show restraint, that you are not desperate. If everything went well on the first date, and he didn't try to force the issue, maybe the second date. How he reacts to the refusal of sex on the first date tells you all you need to know about him. If he doesn't agree at once and makes no further attempts to make you change your mind, you have a chance. Any attempts to massage your shoulders while talking sweetly means he doesn't respect you, and the relationship would only go down from there. The third date is when you must make a decision. If he has been respectful of your wishes and you think this could be the one, you should initiate sex. You will need a few sexual experiences with the person to find out what he knows, how he would treat you, and if he can satisfy you. Remember, he will never be any more respectful or kind than he is in the beginning. Watch out for hints of his real attitudes."

"What else can I use to check him out?"

"Good question. Try his social media, who he follows, and who his friends are. The people a person hangs around with tell you all you need to know about their character. If you know anyone he knows, you could ask them. They will probably be positive. Any negative feedback would be a red flag. Time will also help you. If you think he could be the one, but aren't sure, take more time. One thing you can do is go on a short vacation with him. Traveling always brings out the real person."

She looked really nervous. He finally asked. "What is it? Remember, I've seen you naked. You can't embarrass me. Ask away."

"You know I'm not too good at blowjobs. Any tips?"

He smiled. "You were good the second time. Based on your improvement from the first time, I would guess you will be fine from now on. A couple of things. The easiest way to make your man willing to do the things you want is to suck his dick regularly, even when he doesn't ask. If he knows you will do that without being pushed to do it, he will be much more willing to be agreeable. Privately, that is the one thing in your tool bag that you can bring out anytime you need something. If you blow him in the car while he's driving, he will be very agreeable for the rest of the day. If you meet him at the door once in a while and get down in front of him and blow him, he will be yours for life. If this behavior doesn't motivate him to love you and be kind and thoughtful, nothing will, and you need to leave. Now, a few tips. The only real sensitive region on his penis is under the tip. He feels everything, but under the tip is a winner. That is why you sometimes see a woman run his tip over her lower teeth; it's the friction. The tongue under the tip and around the tip is good."

"How long before he is taking too long?"

"That's a hard question. Everyone is different. You will know in your heart if you're willing to spend the rest of your life with this man very quickly. If you have doubts, don't try to talk yourself into him. Your heart will know if it is right. If you have an argument with yourself, he probably isn't the right one."

Betty got up and kissed Chuck. "Thank you. See, I didn't even remove my coat. Can I call you to let you know how this turns out?"

He kissed her on the cheek. "Of course. I am your friend now. Don't be a stranger. I am counting on you introducing him to me."

Betty smiled, hugged him, and went home.

The next Monday, Sally was all excited. As soon as they had a free moment, she told Betty her equipment manager upstairs wanted to be with her alone. It was the first step to marriage and Sally knew she could land him and his huge salary. She was very excited. She promised to introduce Betty to him when he came around. That didn't take long. At lunchtime, Walter Cunningham came up and introduced himself to Betty. He then took Sally to lunch. She had to admit he was handsome and had good taste in suits. Maybe Sally had found her Prince Charming.

Shortly after that was when Jimmy brought that day's package into the lobby. He came up to Betty and smiled, but he was looking around, and Betty knew who he was looking for. "Sorry, she's not here. Her boyfriend took her to lunch."

Jimmy tried not to look disappointed, but Betty could tell. He smiled. "That makes sense. She'd have a boyfriend, as pretty as she is."

Betty was waiting for him to ask her if he was interested in Betty even a little. He finally did. "How about you? You have a boyfriend?"

"No, I haven't found anyone that interested me yet."

He looked at her sideways as she signed his receipt before he answered. "Am I not interesting enough?"

"Can't tell. You were certainly interested enough in Sally."

He nodded as he turned to leave. "You got me there, but I'm sure I'm not alone." He walked out, leaving Betty with a decision pretty much made. She had no interest in being anyone's second choice. Even if she was, she doesn't have to know it that clearly.

When he came back the next day, he made a point to talk to Betty more than Sally. Sally noticed. "I see he is making a play for you now."

"He thinks he is, but I'm not anyone's second choice."

Sally nodded and they went back to work.

It took him a week to work up the courage to ask Betty out. She decided to see what he was about and agreed. She told him she would meet him at a popular restaurant if he made reservations. He quickly agreed and the date was set.

She wore her best dress and was there early to find him already there. He held her chair out to allow her to sit down. "You look wonderful tonight. Thank you for this. I know I acted immaturely over Sally, and I'm sorry. I was just fooling around, not really trying to pick her up. I knew she was out of my league."

"Nice, and I'm not, is that it?"

Jimmy turned red and grabbed his water. "That didn't come out right. I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous. Pretty women always do that to me."

Betty smiled to herself. Nice recovery. Almost. The evening went okay. He didn't make any more mistakes and as they were getting ready to leave, he asked if he could see her again. Betty decided he had been charming and had worked hard at trying to impress her. So, she decided to go on another date and agreed he could pick her up at her apartment Friday at 7. She told him where it was up to him and left.

When she told Sally, Sally was surprised that she would go out with him again after what he had said about his rankings.

She also decided she needed to work on her appearance. She joined a gym and started going regularly. She wanted to lose the small bulge she had in her stomach and firm up her ass a little. She also started talking to the other employees as they entered the building. She had always kept her head down and ignored them before. Now she was smiling at each and giving each that came close enough a cheerful greeting. They noticed, and some started making it a point to say good morning to her each day as they went to work.

Jimmy called her on Thursday to ask if she liked baseball. She said it was okay, and he told her to dress for a ball game. When he picked her up, he was wearing a baseball uniform. "I hope you don't mind. I wasn't going to play today but a couple of our guys got sick, and they needed me. If you don't want to do this tonight, we can go somewhere else."

He looked so sheepish she had to laugh and say it was okay with her.

They ended up at one of the public parks that had baseball diamonds. He introduced her to a couple of the wives and then left to play.

The wives were very helpful concerning Jimmy. He is basically a nice guy who doesn't date much. He enjoys spending most of his time with their husbands, playing golf on the weekends and going to ball games.

Betty couldn't resist. "So, if I marry him, I'd be joining your little group?"

That made one of the wives laugh out loud. "Marriage? Are you nuts? He's still a little boy."

Strike two. She did have a good time at the game. The wives were friendly, and after that comment, they tried very hard to make Betty believe it would be a wonderful idea to marry Jimmy.

After the game was over, they all went to a pizza place and had pizza and beer until late. Betty did have a good time. When he dropped her off, he apologized again for the unusual date. She finally told him it would be okay if he came to her place on Sunday so she could make him dinner. He nearly swallowed his teeth agreeing. She bent over and kissed him before she got out of the car. She left him sitting there in a dazed state.

Betty knew she would sleep with him Sunday. It was time to find out if this man was husband material. She had her doubts, but she wanted to give him the opportunity to prove her wrong.

She made a simple spaghetti dinner with a small salad. This evening wasn't about being a great cook, it was about sex, and how Jimmy did.

He arrived on time and brought her flowers. Nice touch and she smiled at him and thanked him for the flowers. She got out a vase and put them on the table.

The conversation was nice and light. They both seemed to know something was going to happen that night and were just waiting for it to get there.

After dinner, they went to her living room with a bottle of wine. They talked, laughed, and drank the wine. When the bottle was empty, Betty knew it was time.

Jimmy was very nervous. "The dinner was fantastic, Betty. You're a great cook. The wine isn't bad either."

She smiled, got up, and sat down on his lap. She kissed him. "I think it's time for the next step, don't you?"

He smiled and kissed her harder. He rubbed her shoulders, and Betty grabbed his hand and put it on one of her breasts. He shuddered as she did but recovered to squeeze and massage it.

The invitation has been extended. Betty would soon find out how he did. Her dress was loose by design, and he was able to push his hand into it to reach her bra. She closed her eyes and let him play with her breasts for a while.

She was a little surprised but pleased when he dropped his other hand into her lap. He pulled her dress up until it was almost to her waist. He smiled at her as he pushed his hand between her legs and began rubbing her over her panties. She put her head down on his shoulder and began "purring" and making soft noises.

He picked her up. 'How about we adjourn to a place a little more comfortable?"

She pointed toward her bedroom door, and he headed in that direction. When they were there, Betty opened the door, and he took her into her bedroom.

She had prepared her bedroom for him. Her fancy pillows and teddy bears were in the closet. The room had incense burning and was very inviting.

He put her down on the bed and began removing his clothes. She watched as he removed everything except his shorts. He stopped there and began removing her clothes. She stood up to allow him to remove the dress and bra until she was standing in her panties.

They were both down to the last piece of clothing. She wondered if he would remove hers before his. He didn't and removed his shorts. Betty was satisfied with his equipment. Not large, but large enough to get the job done. She then removed her panties and got into bed.

He got in beside her and took her in his arms. "My love, you are perfect." She knew she had a bulge in her stomach, but he was saying all the right things. He bent down and began sucking on one of her breasts. She lay down and allowed the feeling to sweep over her. While doing that, he ran his hand over her stomach, rubbing softly, but he stayed north for now.

She was hoping he would go down on her first, but he pushed his finger into her instead. He worked on her until she was warming up. When he felt like she was ready for him, he rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs to allow him in and helped him find the correct spot.

He began stroking her slowly at first, but quicker as he continued. He stared into her eyes as he fucked her with a determined look in his eyes. Betty closed her eyes and let her emotions run wild. It didn't take him long to cum inside her. He hadn't warned her or tried to pull out. She wasn't close to finishing, but he rolled off her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see he was losing interest fast. Before she could say anything, he was asleep.

She listened to him snoring and knew he was gone. She had to wait until he woke up in the morning, but when he did, she told him it was time to leave. When he was gone, she changed her sheets and wiped him out of her mind.

When he came into the office on Monday with a package, he was all cool. "Hey, baby, how's the day going?"

"It's okay."

"How about you and me getting together tonight at your place?"

"How about you lose my number, you selfish son-of-a-bitch? You satisfy yourself and then roll over and go to sleep. No thanks, asshole. Find a woman with no self-esteem who might put up with you."

The look on his face was priceless. She smiled as he got his signature and left.

Being friendly to everyone who entered the building paid off. A couple of men started talking to her and they eventually asked her out. One was nice and considerate in bed. He was older than Betty, almost forty. The other was younger and more uncertain of himself. She was beginning to realize the older men were more experienced and more confident in their abilities. The only two men that had attempted to satisfy her was the older man, and she had to admit, Chuck.

Over the next couple of months, she went to the gym and walked in the park. She saw the older man at work a couple of times and slept with him again. He was divorced and seemed to still have issues with his "ex". He also had kids, and she didn't want to be a twenty-six-year-old stepmother.

Sally got promoted with the help of her boyfriend and Betty got a new girl on the reception desk.

As the summer wore on, Betty was looking good and feeling good about everything but her dating life. She had tried everyone at work, and none of them touched her in "that" way.

She finally called Chuck. She had expected him not to take her call, but he did answer. "Betty, how have you been? I've been thinking about you lately. Did your Prince Charming turn out to be riding a white horse, or a mule?"

"Mule. Look, could we go to dinner and talk?"

There was silence for a couple of seconds before he finally answered. "Okay. How about the same restaurant we went to the last time. How long has it been, six months?"

"Almost, thanks, tomorrow night at 7?"

"I'll be there."

She was nervous about getting ready the next day. She decided to try and at least date him to see if he was like she remembered. She hoped he would at least try, if he hadn't met anyone else by now.

Before she left her apartment, she looked into her mirror to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. She was ten pounds lighter, and her stomach was almost flat now. All those crunches were paying off. She arrived early and got them a table.

He arrived on time, and he smiled at her when she stood up to greet him. "Betty, I almost didn't recognize you. You look wonderful." He hugged her and they sat down.

"You're too kind, Chuck. Thanks for seeing me."

"How's the dating going with the new you?"

"Prince Charming had a superiority complex and a couple of co-workers either had kids or were too young to know what to do on a date. How about you? You find Miss Right yet?"

"No such luck. I've had several dates, but they are dragging too much baggage behind them. It seems the only women without baggage are too young to have accumulated any yet."

Betty's heart leapt as she heard that. He was still unattached. She had a chance.

After they had ordered dinner, he toasted their friendship. Betty smiled. "It is odd that you would say that about younger women, because the only men I have dated this past year that weren't either too pre-occupied or fumbling were older men. I dated a man almost your age. He was the one with the kids and a troublesome "ex"."

As they sat and ate dinner, they discussed their friends. Betty told him about Sally getting a new boyfriend and a new job out of it and Chuck told Betty about his two friends moving out of his house. He told her he didn't need anyone around babysitting him any longer. It had now been over a year since his divorce, and he was happy on his own.

By the time they got around to coffee and dessert, Chuck was starting to get unsettled. Betty finally asked if he would like to go out on the patio and sit. He paid the bill, and they walked outside. There was a bit of a chill, but the heaters were running, and the night sky was bright. The city was below them, lit up like a Christmas holiday scene. Betty couldn't enjoy it. It was now or never, and she was not going to miss the chance.

"Ok, Chuck. Here it is. The only man who came close to being what I was looking for was the older man. The only man in the last six months that I've truly been comfortable with was you. I know we weren't dating, and it was only a one night stand, but you were the best lover I've ever had. That one night changed my life. It gave me confidence to be myself. I'm asking you if you would be willing to at least try dating to see if that night was a one-off, or maybe there is something here."

She put her head down, not wanting to see his face. He finally spoke. "The age thing doesn't concern you?"

"It is something we would have to address. I made a list of things I am aware of. I know you will be able to add a few things to my list. One. I'm twenty-six and you're forty-two. When you are sixty, I will be forty-four. You could be retired, and I could still have kids if I wanted to. Two, we would need to talk about our life choices. Do we want kids. Where would we live? How would we live? Three. We are of different generations. Would we have anything to talk about other than sex? That is why I'm proposing we just start out dating. Let's go on a few dates, maybe a short vacation. You know, the things you told me to look out for."

Chuck looked at Betty. "I do have a few things to add. How do we divide our assets? We don't really know anything about each other. We would need to spend time together."

"I agree with everything you said. Let's spend time together and see if we get along during the day."

He turned to look into Betty's eyes. "I like the idea of a short trip together. Nothing tests a relationship more than being stuck together for several days at once."

She put her hand on his arm. "I will go wherever you want and do whatever you wish. As long as it is with you." She leaned over and softly kissed him on the mouth.

Chuck knew the minute she called him where this was going to end up. He had been thinking about her for months and had even started to call her several times. He couldn't bring himself to call a girl that was in her twenties that he had met only twice. He stood her up and turned her around to sit on his lap. She quickly accepted the invitation and hugged him hard when she was seated.

They sat like that for a while, until she got cold. "Chuck, I love this, but I'm getting cold."

He smiled. "I have a fireplace at my house."

She nodded excitedly and they headed to his house.

He lit the fireplace, and they cuddled on the couch. After some time, Betty finally spoke up. "Chuck, I know we have many things to work out if we are to be together, but right now, all I really need is you inside me. Can we do that now, please?"

He smiled, set her aside to get up, then offered her a ride. She jumped into his arms, and he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once there, there was no shyness this time. She stripped her clothes off within seconds of him putting her down. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. "Come and get it, big boy."

He needed no encouragement and was naked by the time she said that. She lay back and threw her arms out over her head. Chuck stopped just for a second to look at her body. It seemed to him she was thinner, but that may just be the lust building in his loins. It didn't really matter to him. That wet, glistening pussy was the most beautiful thing he had seen in a while. Since the last time, actually.

He climbed onto the bed at the foot and crawled toward her. Chuck stopped at her feet and picked one up. He kissed her foot and sucked on her big toe for a second. This caught her by surprise, and she opened her eyes to look at him. He then started down her leg, kissing it as he went until he reached her knee.

She was watching as he marched toward the promised land. He then continued up her inner thigh toward the valley between her legs.

This unexpected sensual excursion was having the desired effect on Betty. She had closed her eyes again and let the feelings flow over her like a wave. When he arrived at the top of the leg, he reached down to gather the other leg and held them both up by the knee. He spread her legs to expose her fertile valley to him. It was wet and ready for him to invade. He finally put his dick at the entrance and rubbed it around the outside. She finally reached down, grabbed his member and shoved it inside her valley. She almost screamed. "Enough playing around, just fuck me already."

He gladly obliged and for the next fifteen minutes, he fucked her every way but loose. He went slow, then fast, he went shallow, then as deep as possible. All the while he was rubbing her button so he could watch as she melted down. The look in her eyes was wild desire until she finally closed them to allow everything to flow into her mind. As he was getting ready to cum, her legs stated shaking and she started talking gibberish and moaning. He didn't understand most of the words, but he knew some of them. An Oh God or two were in there, as was "fuck me hard" and "fuck your bitch", he wasn't sure, but that is the general idea. She finally just collapsed with drool running out of her mouth. She lay still as he finished in her. No need for a condom now. He would deal with whatever came of it, he wanted to feel her in all her glory.

When he finished, he put his head on her breast and enjoyed the feeling of domination over her that he had just accomplished. As enlightened as people like to think they are, there is still a primeval force that drives the survival of the species. At her core, the female wishes to be impregnated, and the male feels a need to impregnate. It is built into people's psyche.

Chuck finally rolled off her and held her until she smiled at him. "That is worth whatever problems we may have. I need you and love you. I've known it since I first met you. Thank you, Chuck for fucking me so completely."

He held her until they both fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night, as he had started doing more frequently as he got older, he had to lift her head off his arm to get up. He gently did so and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he stood beside the bed, watching her sleep. She was young, full of life, and prettier than he had ever hoped to get again. He had long ago settled on the idea that a middle-aged woman with baggage would be his lot for the rest of his life. To now have this little minx willing to spend the rest of his life with him almost made him cry. He got back into bed, gently lifted her head and put his arm around her. She just snuggled closer and smiled as she slept.

Betty had partially woken up when he got out of bed. When he returned and put his arm under her head and laid his hand on the small of her back, she felt protected and cherished. She knew in her heart that this was the man she wanted, and would do whatever he wished to make it happen.

The next thing he knew, it was morning, and the covers were bobbing up and down. His body notified him she was working on his member under the covers. He lifted the covers to see her ass beside him as she bent over him. On the spur of the moment, he reached over, grabbed both of her thighs and lifted her rear end over on top of him. Her pussy settled on his face, and he began working on her as she was on him.

He hadn't done any 69 in a long time, and he remembered why he had loved it in his youth. They each brought the other to a satisfied conclusion within minutes. Once she finished, she just put her head down on his crotch and rested. Chuck massaged her ass and even pushed a finger into it, just because it was there. She jumped a little but then allowed him to penetrate her. He stopped at the beginning. That would be for later, but it looked like she might be willing.

She finally turned around and put her head on his chest. She rested her closest hand on his dick and just lay there. "Good morning, my love. Thank you for last night, and this morning. You have skills that I look forward to enjoying for a long time." She reached up and kissed him.

They finally got up. Betty was late for work and had to call in sick. She asked him about his work. "Oh, I go in whenever I want."

"How do you manage that?"

"It's easy when you own the company."

Betty realized at that moment that she knew next to nothing about this man. She sat up. "Wait. I realize I know nothing about you. I'm going to sit here while you give me the basic outline of your life."

"If you sit there naked, it will have to be a short one before I become too distracted to finish."

Over the next few minutes, he explained he owned a mid-sized law office and had been successful to date. He owned a couple of vacation condos in Hawaii and Colorado. He likes to ski and travel. As Betty listened, she started to cry. She suddenly realized she was way over her head. What made her think this accomplished man would be satisfied with her, a simple receptionist.

He saw her dabbing her eyes and stopped. He took her in his arms and just held her until she was able to compose herself.

When she was calm, he asked. "What is wrong, my dear?"

"I just realized how successful you are. Why would you settle for a simple girl like me? I have nothing to offer you."

He took her face in his hands. "Betty don't be so hard on yourself. It is the real you that makes you special. Work doesn't really matter in a relationship. Age is secondary. The most important thing that makes a relationship last is the commitment of two souls to a common path they wish to walk together. That is what we must determine between us. Now, if you put some clothes on, how about we spend the day wandering. We'll just see where we end up."

It was a wonderful day for both. Of course, new love always is. It is how in tune their lifestyle and goals are that will determine how long term this is.

At the end of the day, she went back to her apartment for the night. They both realized that if she stayed at his house again, she'd probably miss work again.

For the next month, she spent the weekends at his house and stayed home during the week. They talked each night a lot. They discussed life, what each want, what is important to each other. They slowly began to understand what makes the other tick.

After a month of this, Chuck asked her to move in with him. She wondered what he was waiting for, but it was worth the wait.

Chuck decided to take her on a short vacation to Hawaii. He always said, "You never know someone until you travel with them." She got the time off and they flew to Hawaii.

It was a wonderful week and sealed the bond between them. On the last night in Hawaii, Chuck knelt in front of her at a very nice restaurant and proposed. The ring he put on her finger combined with the people in the restaurant clapping overwhelmed her and she broke down. She could barely squeak out "Yes" before he swallowed her up in his arms.

When they returned home, Chuck helped Betty find a wedding planner she liked, and he then stepped out of the picture. Whatever Betty wanted was fine with him.

That night, as they were falling asleep, Chuck watched Betty as she got ready for bed and finally slipped under the covers beside him. She leaned up to him and kissed him. "Thank you, my love. I will dedicate my life to meeting every need you may have, physical and emotional."

He whispered into her ear. "You need only speak it for me to do it. You have made me very happy, and I promise to love you for as long as I live."

He pushed her on her back and lay over her with his arm and leg. His leg was between hers and she grabbed his with hers. She pushed his head down on her breast and ran her fingers through his hair. "My breast shall be your pillow as long as you wish, sweetheart."

As she drifted off to sleep, he enjoyed the softness of her breast against his face. He liked laying over her. It was a form of protecting her from whatever the world might throw at her. Emotionally, the thought of protecting her while she slept made him happy.

Whatever challenges lie ahead, the last month had convinced him she would be there for him through it all, and he knew he would never abandon this wonderful soul. He even would be willing to have children with her if she wished. He smiled to himself as he fell asleep. Imagine him as a father!