The Girl Next Door Grows Up

Could that be Kayla? I couldn't help but wonder as I turned into my cul-de-sac and saw her getting something out of a car parked in the driveway of Tony and Ellen Reed's place.

Her hair was the right color, although shorter than I remembered. She looked to be about the right age, but I hadn't really seen Kayla in what had to be about 20 years, not since she went away for college.

Tony told me they were moving so I'd naturally assumed the place would go on the market but instead it had sat vacant for the last eight months, with not a single "for sale" sign anywhere in sight.

I pulled into my garage and left it open while I walked back to the end of the driveway to check my mailbox. I glanced over that way again. The woman had returned to the car. She paused as she looked over my way. Then she waved. It was a friendly wave like she knew me.

That must be Kayla, I thought. That wave was friendly enough I decided I'd walk over and see for sure. If it wasn't Kayla, then I was thinking maybe I'd meet my new neighbors.

"Kayla? Kayla Reed? Is that you?" She was an attractive woman, mid thirties, about the right height, with the same dark brown hair and luminous grey-green eyes. It had to be!

"Hi Mr. Taylor." It felt weird to be called Mr. Taylor by a grown woman, but I suppose that's what she'd always called me back when she'd been our babysitter.

"Well look at you! All grown up and still as gorgeous as ever. How ya been? What brings you back to Eagle Creek?"

"I'm gonna be your neighbor again!"

"You don't say! Hey, that's great. I barely know most of the folks around here anymore. It'll be nice to have somebody I know." Then I thought back, "Since your folks moved out the Millers are the only other ones still left that you might remember."

"Oh sure. I remember him. He used to wake me up starting his truck in the morning."

"Ha. Well he's retired now, so at least that's one thing you won't have to worry about. I wondered why your house hadn't been up for sale. Your dad didn't tell me they were planning to turn the place over to you."

"Well... truth is they did plan to sell it, but then... well... I told them I was getting divorced, and, long story short, I decided to move back here."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that, Kayla--about the divorce I mean--I'm happy to have you back in the neighborhood."

"Thanks. I'm ready for a fresh start. It's gonna be just me for a couple months while I get situated, fix up the place a little and hopefully find a job. The kids are with their dad through the summer, then they'll be with me in time to start school in the fall."

"You've got... two? Did I remember right?"

"Yep. Charlie's 8 and Lulu's 6."

"Already? Gosh time flies. But it'll be nice to have younger kids around the neighborhood again. It gets pretty quiet sometimes."

"How are Ben and Jen? And Mrs. Taylor?"

"Ben's in Law School and Jen's a Senior at Colorado State. They're both doing well. Holly and I split up. Last September, just after Jen moved out. It's just me now."

"Wow. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Mom and Dad never said anything. You guys always seemed like such a great couple."

"We were great, for a while, and then we weren't. Honestly, I'm not sure your folks knew. It all happened around the same time they moved."

"Huh. Yeah I think Mom and Dad moved in October. They're in an 'over 55' community now, with gates and everything. No kids allowed. We can visit, of course, but we can't stay, nothing too loud."

"They like it?"

"They love it. But what about you? You're staying here? She just let you keep the house? You didn't want to downsize?"

"Holly doesn't know what she wants. At the end, she only knew she didn't want me anymore. She was happy to cash out. We had some property and a little stock we sold. She got her half, 'dollars-wise.' I kept the house so the kids would have someplace to come home to, for holidays and whatnot, maybe grandkids someday. I put a lot of work into this place, even if I don't need all the space just for me. Maybe I'll sell later. We'll just see how it goes." As soon as it was all out of my mouth, I was thinking I'd just volunteered too much info to someone I basically didn't know anymore, even if we had known each other fairly well twenty years ago.

"Well I'm happy to see I'll have at least one familiar face around... other than Mr. Miller, that is. I don't really care if I see his face." She laughed.

So she liked me better than Miller. That's good, at least. "I think we can knock off that 'mister' stuff. Please just call me Jason, okay?"

She laughed. She had a great laugh, and a natural smile that really lit up her face. That's something I hadn't remembered. "Okay." She stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Jason."

Her hand felt nice. "Now that's better. Welcome back to the neighborhood, Kayla." I gave her my most sincere, welcoming smile. It really was nice to see her again, and to re-make her acquaintance.

"Mom and Dad are letting me live here rent free until I can get back on my feet. But I'm hoping to maybe stay and buy it from them. Like you said, see how it goes."

"Yep. Fresh off a divorce is a weird time. I guess we've got that in common. Listen, Kayla, if you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask, okay? You have to promise you'll let me help. You know you always were our favorite babysitter."

"Thanks. You know I always loved sitting for you guys too. Don't worry, if I need anything, I know where you live." She laughed again. She was even prettier when she laughed.

I turned and started to walk away, but then turned back. "I mean it," I reiterated, "you can call me for whatever."

"Thanks." She smiled sweetly and seemed sincere.

I didn't see Kayla for a few days after that. The way our houses are situated on the cul-de-sac we really don't have a great view of each other, except from the window in my master bedroom, and of course from out front in the yard. Her dad and I had basically only had yard conversations all those years they lived there. I don't think our wives knew each other much better, either.

But after talking to her I did think about Kayla. What can I say? I was a slightly lonely, but otherwise healthy 53-year-old divorced man living alone, and she was an extremely attractive 38-year-old single woman living almost next door. I hadn't had sex in almost a year. Of course I did more than think about her, I out and out fantasized about her and jerked off to images and thoughts of her in my head.

Fantasizing about Kayla came naturally to me, even more naturally than you might otherwise assume, because, the fact is I had also fantasized about her before, all those years ago when she was our babysitter.

I was 33 then, a new dad with two young kids and a wife who seemed to be (understandably) tired all the time. Kayla was 18 and just about the most luscious creature I'd ever actually had a conversation with. Even now I have a strong memory of those times, and especially of one particular moment.

There shouldn't have been anything special about that moment. Kayla was just standing in our front entryway while my wife was going over basic babysitting stuff, schedules and where to find things and whatnot. Kayla wasn't wearing anything especially sexy or revealing, just a plain dark red knit top, with kind of a scoop neck. Her top didn't even show any real cleavage, it mostly just hinted at it.

Maybe it was the way the light hit her, maybe it was pheromones or something... I don't know, but in that moment she almost glowed. I was looking at her, just noticing how incredibly pretty she was, young and fresh and adorable, with just the perfect amount of ripeness. Then she looked up and her eyes hit mine. She gave me a slight little smile and time froze. I think my heart might have actually stopped.

She looked away but kept that smile. I remember thinking, "what the fuck was that?" It actually took me a few seconds to recover. Never before or since has just a look from a woman hit me so hard. I confess a few times after that when my wife and I were together I did fantasize it was Kayla I was fucking, but it never went any further than fantasy.

Now here she was, back in my life, not a girl anymore, but a woman in full bloom. She was still great-looking, but now she'd had experiences. She'd lived a life. She had kids. She had scars (not that I could see, but what divorce doesn't leave them?). I told myself this time I should try to get to know her, to not just keep her as a fantasy. Would real life ruin my fantasy? That's a chance I would have to take. There also seemed to be a very slim possibility things might work out spectacularly well, and I might really get a shot with her. That seemed like probably too much to hope for, but I had to at least inch down that road, and see where it might take me.

Kayla, as it turned out, had her own ideas.

I'd offered to help her out, but really, she didn't need it. That house already had pretty much everything, and she had a lot of her own stuff too. She was mostly just doing a little painting to make it feel more her own, bringing in a couple pieces of furniture, getting rid of a couple old pieces that her folks had left, rearranging. But about a week after she moved in there was a heavy old dresser she couldn't move by herself, so she knocked on my door.

After we moved the dresser, I looked around at the general disarray, with drop cloths and boxes all over, and decided to make my first, tentative move.

"Why don't you come over to my place for dinner? I've got a chicken I was planning to roast. Nothing fancy, but you look like maybe you could use a bit of a break and frankly, I wouldn't mind the company. What do you say?"

"That sounds nice, Mr... I mean Jason. Thank you. I haven't spent this much time by myself since... well, since never!" She laughed. "I need to get out of my own head. What can I bring?"

"Just an appetite. I think I've got everything we need."

"Wine? Do you drink wine?"

"Sure. Whatever you've got. I don't think I have any wine, so yeah, bring us a bottle."

She brought two. First over dinner, and then sitting in my living room talking for over an hour after, we drank them both. We shared a little divorce talk, but not too much. She filled me in on her career, her kids, and what her older sister (who I barely even remembered) was up to. We reminisced about babysitting a little. Then things got interesting.

Two bottles of wine, even spread out between two people over a couple of hours, is going to have an effect. I couldn't help but notice that rather than seeming guarded, the way I might have expected, Kayla seemed to be leaning into the wine's natural effects, like she really wanted to loosen up, like she'd been planning on loosening up. Then she proceeded to show me why.

"Jason, did you know that all those years ago, back when I was babysitting for you guys, I used to have a crush on you?"

"You did?" I did not know. I only remembered that one brain-melting look, and maybe a couple of stray glances. At the time I'd dismissed all that, if it had been anything, as basically a pretty young girl practicing at using her power.

"Oh yeah. Just a harmless little schoolgirl crush."

"Huh." I decided to play it cagey.

"You were a real man, after all, not like those boys at school, a tall, handsome man with a nice smile and a good job, a nice house, a nice car, a nice cock..." her voice trailed off, lost in her thoughts.

I knew what I'd heard, and I decided not to ignore it. "What did you say?"

She froze for a moment, thinking. "Did I say that out loud? Ohmygod!" She started to get red, genuinely embarrassed. "I can't believe I said that! I'm so sorry! It must be the wine talking. Obviously I don't know... that was just part of my fantasy. What can I say?" Her body language deflated. "Divorce is hard."

"Yes it is, as well I know. No worries, Kayla. Fantasies are natural. I had my own fantasies too, back in those days, cheap, embarrassingly smutty little fantasies about my teenage babysitter. I'm not proud of it. So you see, maybe I wasn't such a nice guy after all."

"So I didn't dream it! I thought so! I thought I had you on the hook!" My confession had re-animated her. She laughed. "But then you never did anything..."

"What could I do? I was married and you were our teenage babysitter. For so many reasons... it was never gonna happen."

"Yeah. Cheap fantasies or not, you were a good guy. I respect that. It's part of why I liked you... I, on the other hand though, was not such a good girl. You totally could have had me."

I looked at her, hard. "Oh... you're a wicked one for telling me that."

"Yes I am." She looked right back at me. "But you're not married anymore, and I'm not a teen. So what's stopping you now?" Things suddenly got very tense.

"I don't know. Maybe nothing."

"Maybe?" She was a little drunk, but not so drunk that she didn't know exactly what she was doing.

This was all coming on real fast. Part of me wanted to play, but I'm not that smooth. I never even pretended to be a guy who has "game." I wasn't prepared for this to come at me so fast. "I don't know. I gotta be honest here. I guess I'm afraid I might be too old, afraid I'd disappoint you."

"I don't think you're too old. Do you feel too old?"

"The only time I feel old is when I look in the mirror. I am what I am. And what I am is a man who is probably a little too old for you."

"Jesus, Jason! Don't I get to decide that? Look, all cards on the table, I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I'm the stupid cliche, the horny divorcee. I just need to get fucked. I'm not looking for anything else. Just someone safe, clean, and not too psycho to have a good time with. I thought maybe that could be you. I thought we might have some fun. But you're kind of killing the vibe, Dude! Are you interested, or not?"

"Of course I'm interested!" It was probably the wine, for both of us, but I was dropping all pretense now and speaking truth, just like it seemed she was. "Kayla, you're gorgeous. You're every man's dream! I'm sorry, but I'm probably going to need to go a little slow. I haven't been with anyone else in 30 years."

"And I haven't in more than 13! So this is good." She sat back. "Let's just kinda see then. Not push anything too far or fast. We both know where we want this to go. Let's see if we can get there. We won't force it. If it happens it happens. If not, then so be it. Sound good?"

"That sounds great. Of course I'll try my best not to disappoint you, if we get that far, that is. You're so beautiful. You're way out of my league. But if you let me in the game I'm damn sure gonna give it my best shot."

"That's the spirit!" She laughed. "And trust me, after where I've been, you don't have that high of a bar to cross."

"Now that's a crime. Honestly, Kayla, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met."

"Thank you, Jason. You're right about one thing. It is a fucking crime. Not because I'm beautiful, or whatever. Sex is supposed to be fun, and I want to have fun again! It's been so fucking long since I've had any fucking fun... fucking. And you're a great-looking guy. Haven't you thought about dating again? And if not, why haven't you?"

"I've thought about it. I imagine I will again, someday. But I'm not in any real hurry. It hasn't even been a year yet. 30 years is a lot to unpack. You said you're not looking for a relationship now. I totally get that. I'm not either. But do you think you'll try again someday?"

"Probably someday. I just want to blow off a little steam right now, though. My kids are coming in three months, and it'll be a lot harder then. This is kind of like my big opportunity."

"Oh that's right. I get it. Well if you need me to be your... whatever you want me to be... then I'm more than happy to do whatever I can."

She leaned in towards me. "What do you think about maybe helping a girl live out her old teenage fantasies?"

I swallowed hard. "I think I'd like that... So... can I ask... what were your fantasies, all those years ago?" My cock was getting hard. The shock was wearing off and I was definitely warming to the situation.

"Just silly little 18 year old schoolgirl fantasies."

"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine?"

"You mean your smutty little fantasies about me?" She smiled a teasing smile. "Now we're talking!"

"You first."

She started slowly, but then got right into it. Probably the hottest thing was the way she looked me straight in the eyes while she told me. "I had a few different ones... but my favorite went something like pretend to have a business trip out of town. I'd pretend to spend the day and night at my friend Molly's. You'd check us into the honeymoon suite of the best hotel downtown, and then you'd spend the whole time absolutely ravishing me. We'd order room service, with champagne and fancy snacks like chocolate dipped strawberries. Your desire for me would be insatiable, unquenchable, insane. You would give me endless orgasms with your tongue, your fingers, and best of all, your cock, fucking me until I could barely walk. And I'd be a complete whore for you."

"Wow. At 18 you were thinking of all that?"

"Oh yeah. I had it all worked out. You'd want to leave your wife and kids for me, but I'd talk you out of it. Then we'd go back to our lives, act normal, nobody would suspect, but we'd know. After the first time, we'd have two more weekends like that, each more insane than the last, until just before everyone found out and our lives spun completely out of control, I'd end it, and we'd carry the secret to our graves, but once In awhile we'd see each other, on the street, or across a crowded restaurant. We'd exchange a glance and we'd know." She paused, smiling suggestively. My cock was uncomfortably hard in my pants. "Now you."

"Mine weren't so elaborate. Typical guy stuff, I suppose. You'd ask me to teach you about sex and so I would, sometime when your parents weren't home. Maybe during the day when I was supposed to be at work I would call in sick, sneak over there, and we would have tutoring sessions in your bedroom, which I never saw of course but I imagined it was all pink, like your tight, tasty little pussy. Or my other big fantasy was that you and Holly would conspire behind my back and then surprise me with a threesome."

"Those are good. You know if she had tried to get me to do that, I totally would have gone for it. You two were such a hot couple. And like I said, I was not a good girl."

"Wow." I was a little stunned, and couldn't help but think about what might have been. "I had no idea. I admit I thought you were just the nice, pretty little girl next door."

"Nope. I was terrible, and horny all the time. I secretly wanted to be a slut and I was trying to get there. I wasn't going to tell you this, but fuck it. I snooped through all your stuff. I found your porn. That's right. I found your porn and I watched it while I laid on your bed and jilled myself. I even found your honeymoon tape. Bet ya didn't know that!"

"Oh my god!" I was definitely shocked now. And my mind was fucking racing with what she'd said.

"Yep. So that's how I know you have a nice cock. A really nice one if I remember. I used to dream about what you could do to me with that thing."

I just stared at her, thinking about what might have been if I'd known at the time, and looking ahead to...

"Are you mad at me, for snooping through your stuff? For invading you privacy? I'm sorry I did that. I knew it was wrong. But also I'm not sorry, because it was so fucking hot and I learned so much. So you see, it's kind of like you did teach me things." She paused, and looked at me. "Are you mad?"

"I should be, I suppose, but no, I'm not mad."

"Are you hard?" She stared at my crotch, but I was sitting down and she couldn't really see.

"Yes."

"That's good. I want you to be hard when you think about me." She looked me right in the eyes. Then she dialed it up again. "You know it's almost like your wife is the one who taught me how to give a blowjob. I studied her technique, and then later, I tried to practice on my boyfriend."

It didn't really interrupt the effect she was having on me, but I did get a stray thought. "Wait. Did you and your boyfriend... did you ever bring him over to our house when we were gone?"

"I told you I wasn't a good girl. Truth is I lost my virginity on your bed. I never showed him your honeymoon tape, though, at least I wasn't that bad."

"That's good."

"Yeah. It didn't go as good for us as it did for you on that tape, either. He didn't know what he was doing. He lasted about three minutes. I didn't even cum. Even when he tried to eat me I didn't cum."

"First times are hard." Of course I was still picturing hot, teenage Kayla having sex on my bed.

"Yeah, I know. It got better after that, although not much better with him."

"Did the kids know?"

"They were so young they only knew he came over to watch TV with me. He gave them each a bag of candy to keep our secret. But they never knew we went in the bedroom or had sex or anything. We waited until we were sure they were asleep."

"That's good at least. I gotta say, Kayla, I am surprised."

"I'm full of surprises. You don't by any chance still have that tape, do you? Do you want to watch it?"

"I do still have it, but I don't have a VCR anymore."

"Too bad." She thought for a moment. "Hey I think my dad might have an old one in the garage over at my house, if you decide you want to watch it, that is." She paused. "I could watch it with you..."

"Maybe." I'd had enough talk. "Why don't you come here?" I motioned for her to sit with me in my big overstuffed chair.

She got up, a little too quickly. She briefly lost her balance before regaining it. Then she sat down, mostly in my lap but leaning off to the side in the chair. She put her arms around my neck. "Like this?"

Her weight on me felt great, and having her arms around me felt great too. "Yes. Exactly like that."

"Like you're my daddy? And I'm your naughty little girl?"

"Something like that."

"Did you want to spank me, daddy?" She was teasing, but it seemed like she'd probably be up for that.

"You definitely deserve a spanking. But first I want to kiss you."

She immediately dove in for my lips. It was a little too sudden and a little too sloppy at first. I remember thinking she was drunk, and I kind of was too. I felt her tongue, and I also quickly felt her need. With my dick already hard, and her tongue in my mouth, her arms around my neck and my hands on her warm, willing body, it didn't take long to reawaken my need too.

It had been so long since a woman had held me with passion like that. I suddenly felt how incredibly much I'd missed it. It came over me in a rush. I needed her as much as she needed me, maybe even more! I put everything I had into kissing her back.

As we kissed, she squirmed around, grinding her ass on me. I unhooked her bra, and as I reached for her breast, she shifted and dropped her hand to squeeze my hard cock. My thumb found her stiff nipple. She gasped and pulled away. "I need this," she breathed, her hand on my cock, uncomfortably still encased in my jeans.

"Let's go upstairs," I said.

"MmmHmmm," she answered. She got up from the chair, looked at me for a second, and peeled off her top. With her top off, her loosened bra then fell away to reveal her magnificent breasts, full and round. Her nipples were puffed out and hard. She gave me a good long eyeful before she smiled. "Come and get it!" she said as she turned and walked towards the stairs.

I got up to follow. She paused on the stairs to steady herself with the railing as she removed her socks. My eyes were glued to her side boob as she turned for each foot. About five steps behind her, I watched her ass go up the stairs, looking especially perfect with no shirt above it. When she reached the top, her jeans fell to the floor.

She stepped out of them and I followed her white, lace trimmed panty-covered ass down the hall to my bedroom. She bent over at the door and dropped the panties too. Then she ran to the bed and jumped onto it with a peal of joyful laughter. As I approached she turned over and slowly spread her legs to reveal another surprise.

"I shaved for you." She bit her lip and smiled. She ran her hand between her legs and over her mound. "All smooth." Her pussy was wet and glistening. I dove in immediately and began to devour her. First a few kisses, then broad licks that had her squirming and moaning. I hadn't even touched her clit yet. I let my tongue explore deeply, all around. She was delicious, completely intoxicating. She dug her hands into my hair and pulled me to her clit. I sucked it in and she began panting and whining as I twirled my tongue around and around it. "Right there," she panted and I held steady with my swirling tongue while it built until she peaked. She shuddered violently. I stayed with her and brought her down slow. She sighed deeply and I felt her body relax.

I thought she might pull me up, but she didn't. Then I felt her arms relax too. I backed away and looked at her. She was passed out. I sat there, struck dumb for a moment, wondering if she might come back around. Then it hit me that she probably wasn't going to, at least not anytime soon. The wine and the release had gotten the best of her. I laughed to myself. She was totally naked on my bed. I was still fully clothed. She'd had her release, and I was very happy to have given it to her, even though I was still achingly hard and hadn't had mine.

I stood there and stared at her naked body laying on my bed. I had to smile. Yes it was a frustrating situation but surprisingly I was not all that frustrated. Things had moved much faster than I dared hope. I knew I was going to get to fuck this absolutely gorgeous woman. Maybe not right now, but after months and months of nothing it was going to happen. I could wait just a little while longer.

It took a little doing, but I managed to roll her over, turn down the sheets, and then roll her back so I could cover her up. But where would I sleep? Sleeping next to her would be nice. The bed just looked so inviting. I layed down next to her, thinking I'd just rest a minute before brushing my teeth, and then I was out.

When I woke up it was still dark. I could hear the birds. They were so loud, but it wasn't light outside yet. Then a blast of light hit me. The door to the bathroom had opened. I could see Kayla standing there, mostly in silhouette. She was still naked. I started to think about what a great sight that was just as it hit me, the thick, heavy throbbing in my head.

"Hey lover." Her voice was thick too. "I just stole a couple Tylenol. Hope that's okay."

"Of course."

"Sorry about last night. But thank you. That was just too good. Can I get a rain check on the payback though? You know I'm good for it."

I could tell she was feeling it pretty bad, probably worse than me. "Sure."

"Thanks." She crawled back into bed beside me, under the covers. I was still laying on top of them. She hadn't closed the door to the bathroom. The light was still shining on us. "Shit!" She said as I got up. "Sorry about the door."

"No worries." I made my way over there, got a couple Tylenol for myself, and peed. I took off my shirt and pants, decided to leave my underwear on, then turned off the light before opening the door. I made my way back over to the bed and got in there with her, under the covers.

"I never got to see that cock." She felt for it and squeezed when she found it. I was half hard. "And touch it and taste it and feel it inside me."

"There will be plenty of time for that when we feel better."

"Good." She removed her hand from my cock, and I could see in the dim light that she then held it over her eyes.

She didn't even try to snuggle me. That was fine. I was focused mostly on trying to relax and get back to sleep. I was sure that she was too. It wasn't that long until we succeeded.

When I woke up again, my head was a little better, but I was still hung over. Kayla was gone, but I could smell bacon. I got up to find her in front of the stove. She was wearing one of my dress shirts. The tail of the shirt covered her ass, but her legs were bare underneath. I always loved that look. She hadn't noticed me yet. I walked up from behind to kiss her neck.

She leaned back into me and I wrapped my arms around. I was happy to find that my shirt was all she had on.

"Mmmmmm," she said as I nuzzled her neck with my hands on her flat stomach. She felt great. My cock was rapidly hardening. I felt her sigh. After enjoying the moment she took her hand off the frying pan and swatted my hand while she shrugged me off. "Have a seat," she said, "they're almost done."

I could see the eggs in the pan, so reluctantly I released her and did as I was told.

"That smells great." I said.

"How you feeling?"

"Definitely better than before. You?"

"Same. I'm not used to drinking like that."

"Me neither. I'm still a little fuzzy, to be honest." I was actually a little bit worse than that.

"Me too. Food will help. Here." She dished me up some scrambled eggs and a few strips of bacon, then did the same for herself. "How do you like your coffee?"

"Black, like my men." She screwed her face up at my stupid joke and poured out some for each of us before taking a seat. "This is wonderful. Thank you." I really was appreciative, touched even. "I can't even remember the last time someone made me breakfast."

"It's nothing."

"It's fantastic," I replied after swallowing the first mouthful. "You look gorgeous, by the way."

She smiled at me as she also began to eat. "Thank you. I can't even remember the last time someone told me that first thing in the morning."

"Now don't make me sad. You deserve that every day." We smiled at each other as we ate. I got up. "Would you like some toast? English muffin? I think I've got some cantaloupe?"

"Melon would be nice. And thank you again. I also can't remember the last time someone waited on me."

"I'm happy to do it." I got out some melon and sliced it for us.

"This is nice."

"Yes it is. Sometimes it's the simple things."

"So true. You made me cum last night. That was nice too." She smiled sweetly.

"That was fun! I'm glad you remember."

"Oh I remember alright. And trust me, I can't wait to pay you back, but I'd like to wait until I'm feeling a little better. I hope you understand. I hope that's alright."

"Oh absolutely. Me too. I mean on the one hand, I'm horny for you, of course, but on the other, I'm also hung over and I'd prefer to be at my best, to enjoy it fully."

"Exactly."

"Yeah. No pressure from me, ever. I mean it."

"Okay."

We were finishing eating when she suddenly got a funny expression on her face.

"Jason? Do you have to work today?" It was Friday.

"Oh shit! What time is it?" I looked at the clock. It said 8:23.

"What time are you supposed to be at work?"

"8:00 a. m. Looks like I'm calling in sick. Excuse me." I got up to go call in.

When I got back she was bent over, loading the dishwasher. The tail of my shirt was riding up just high enough that I could see her pussy barely peeking out below it. "Now that's a sight worth calling in for any day!"

She stood up, turned around, and smiled. I walked over to her and she threw her arms around me to give me a kiss, but just a quick one. "I wish my head felt better."

"Do you want to go lay down?"

"Maybe I should just get dressed and go home, have a nice long soak in the tub."

"You can do that here, if you like?" I could see her hesitating. "I can be very quiet."

"You tempt me, but I think I should go."

"Okay. As you like. Can I call you later? Maybe for lunch? I've got the day off you know."

"Maybe for dinner. I'll call you. Just give me some recovery time, okay?"

"Whatever you need, Kayla. No pressure." I think she could tell that I meant it.

She got her things, got dressed, and left. I remembered how we had both said we weren't looking for a relationship. I could see how it definitely might have felt more relationship-like if she'd stayed. The thing is, I realized I had wanted her to stay. I was going to have to be sure to check my own feelings, and be careful not to come on too strong.

When she did call me, it was already 5pm, and she wasted no time setting the terms of our "relationship," such as it was, back to where it had been the only time we had discussed it, which was the previous evening.

"Jason, what's your record?"

"My record?"

"Yeah. I mean like for orgasms in one day."

"Do you mean like a 24 hr period?"

"No. I mean like from the time you wake up in the morning until you fall asleep at night. How many? Oh. And it has to be with someone else. By yourself doesn't count."

"I don't know that I've ever counted, but probably 4 or 5. Why?"

"Cuz we're going to break your record. I think we can do it. I know we can break mine, cuz mine's like... three. Honestly, Tod (her Ex) was like, if he gave me one, then he figured I was good. Now if I counted ones I gave myself, my record is probably like 10 or something." She laughed. "I don't know if we can break that one, but I'm pretty sure we can break my record, I mean just you and me, and I think we can break yours too. And tomorrow's Saturday, so that's a good day to go for it. What do you think?"

"I don't know. I think I was a lot younger then. But I'm sure willing to try!" I laughed.

"Okay. So take tonight off. Rest up. I'll be over at your house tomorrow morning bright and early. I mean like 6am, ready to fuck your socks off. Sound good?"

"Sounds great. I'll see you then."

"See you tomorrow." She hung up.

That was one of the longest nights of my life. Maybe it was all part of her plan but the anticipation practically killed me. My cock stayed hard what seemed like the whole time. I got maybe 3-4 hours sleep, tops. I'd already kissed her, seen her naked, and eaten her incredible pussy. I couldn't stop thinking about all the other things we might do together, and if she wanted to go for a record it seemed pretty likely we might get to do them all.

My doorbell rang at 5:40 am. I couldn't help but look through the peephole before I opened it. She was wearing a long coat. I thought maybe...

"I hope you're ready for the best day of your life," she said when I opened the door. It was still dark outside, not a soul in sight. She opened the coat to reveal that she was naked underneath. "I don't plan on needing any clothes today."

I stood in stunned and appreciative amazement.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Of course!" I stood aside as she walked in and tossed her coat on the floor. She immediately threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. That kiss was just kind of a temperature check to see if I was boiling. I passed the test. She then immediately dropped to her knees and started to undo my belt.

She looked up at me. "I need this cock."

I quickly whipped off my shirt while she dropped my pants and underwear, together, to reveal my swelled and raging hard-on, stretching out towards her, yearning for contact.

"After all these years, at last we meet in person," she said, speaking directly to my cock. She smiled and looked up at me again. "You really do have a nice cock, Jason, maybe even bigger and nicer than I remembered from that video. May I?"

"Please." She looked so amazingly sexy I wouldn't have denied her anything.

Kayla wrapped her hand around my shaft to get the feel of it. She gave it a couple of quick strokes before settling in around the base. She gently cupped my balls with her other hand and leaned in to kiss the tip. She licked up the drop of pre-cum that was forming and savored it, smiling the whole time. A few more kisses followed, around the head and down the shaft before she took me in. Her lips enveloped me. Her tongue swirled. She began to suck and hum with sounds of contentment.

I responded with sighs of satisfaction. Her mouth felt magical. She was very good at this.

She pulled off. "I love this cock. I'm going to make this cock very happy... and then he's going to make me happy. Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great!"

"We'll get you started to take the edge off. You don't have to warn me. Just cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."

I was already breathing deeply. She knew it wouldn't be long. I just stared at her in horny anticipation.

"Then after you get your first one, you can last a little longer when you fuck me. I want you to fuck me a lot. That's all I want to do today. I want to fuck, and I want to cum. Fuck, and cum. Remember those words: fuck, and cum."

I could see the lust in her eyes. She meant it. She took me back into her mouth, bobbing gently and sucking while she stroked me. She went to work, and I just let it build. I rested my hands on the base of her neck and the back of her head. I started to thrust my hips slightly as I enjoyed her. I was so primed, she had me so revved up, it didn't take long. I surged and sent the first stream jetting straight into her throat. She latched on, taking it all, sucking and swallowing until I subsided. When she was sure she had gotten it all, she let me go.

"Mmmmm. Jason for breakfast." She smiled. I smiled too. She gave my half-deflated cock a kiss, and then stood up to kiss me on the lips, passionately, deeply. I could taste myself but I didn't mind. It just cemented the passion. I returned it with everything I could give.

I pulled away. "Let's go upstairs."

"Good idea."

We went up to the bedroom. It may not have been the honeymoon suite of a luxury hotel downtown, but in essence we set about living out her fantasy from those long ago babysitting years. I did my best to ravish her in every way I could think of. She said she wanted to fuck, and she wanted to cum. My goal was laid out simply enough.

We started out with good, old-fashioned missionary sex. I was pleased to stuff her tight, juicy little pussy full with my fat cock and pound away, looking at her eyes, kissing her, nuzzling her neck, sliding our bodies against each other. She writhed and dug her nails into my back. She was wildly horny, and her horniness inspired me.

"Your cock feels so fucking good!" She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tight while she had her first orgasm of the day. Feeling her lose it almost sent me, but I was able to hold off. Kayla's "blowjob first" strategy had definitely been the right one.

I'm pretty fit for a 53-year-old guy, but I'm no triathlete or anything. I needed a little breather after basically 20 min of non-stop pelvis pounding. I stayed hard and mostly motionless inside her while Kayla rode out her orgasm. Heated up as she was, I was confident she'd be good for another one right away, and I wanted to give it to her.

"Did you cum?" she asked.

"Not yet. I thought you might want to ride me for a while," I replied.

"Mmmmm. I like the way you think."

I rolled us over so I was on my back, with her on top. She took control and found an angle that really worked for her, rolling her ass and grinding her clit against me. I was mesmerized by the motion of her tits and the pure enjoyment on her face as she rode me. I had my hands on her hips for a while. Then I pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She seemed to like that. Her movements got more frantic. She reached down to rapidly rub her clit and then she came. I stayed hard up inside her sopping cunt as she cried out, ground on me, and collapsed. I held her tight against me, running my hands lightly over her back as I felt her heart beating and her chest expanding and contracting with every breath.

Then she surprised me. I was still hard inside her. Suddenly she pulled off and scrambled down to kneel between my legs. She grabbed my cock in her hand and started to jerk me, hard and fast, with a wicked, determined look on her face. It was clear what she wanted, and I let it happen. It didn't take long. I started to breathe faster. I felt my cum rising, and then I exploded. Pearly white globs shot out all over my chest, my belly, and her hands as she milked it out of me. A huge smile of satisfaction crossed her face, and mine too. She gathered as much cum as she could on her hands, then rubbed it into her breasts and around her nipples. It was partly a show for me, and partly Kayla reveling in pure, carnal lust. The look on her face made it possibly the hottest thing I'd seen in my entire life.

It gave me an idea.

"Jesus Christ that's hot!" I wanted to let her know, just in case she couldn't tell the effect she had on me..

"What did I tell you? Fuck... and cum. That's what this is all about."

She layed back down, sliding her sweaty, cummy body against mine as we kissed and slowly recovered.

"Did you ever hear of a Nuru massage?" I asked her.

"No. What's that?"

"It's this thing in porn where they have this special gel, and they spread it all over their bodies and slide against each other, totally naked."

"So, full body massage."

"Yes, basically. It gets kind of messy and I don't have all the stuff but I was thinking we could do basically the same thing with coconut oil, lots of it, and an air mattress. I've got all that."

"So you want to slather my whole body in oil, and then give me a massage? And then I do you?"

"Basically, plus besides our hands we can slide our whole bodies against each other, kind of like this but slidier."

"Okay. I like the part about you giving me a massage... and the rest could be... fun. I'm willing to try."

I got out all the stuff. Kayla warmed the oil while I inflated the mattress. Fortunately I have a big master bathroom with enough floor space to fit it. Cleanup would be easier there and we wouldn't have to worry about possibly staining any floors or furniture.

We started out with Kayla laying on her stomach. I poured out a little oil on the small of her back and spread it out from there, up along her back to her shoulders, around so the tips of my fingers met the sides of her crushed breasts, down to the top half of her luscious ass.

My hands glided at first, then rubbed and kneaded the oil in. Her ass had the perfect mix of firm and soft and smooth. I massaged down each leg too, and made sure not to neglect her feet. This was a great chance for me to get to know all of her body, to really get in touch with her, and I was not going to pass it up. I paid attention to all of her. We were in no hurry. I'd already cum twice that morning. I'd be good for more too, but needed a little time. Fortunately, we had plenty of time.

"Mmmmm. That feels wonderful!" she told me. She made other noises of appreciation too, oohs and ahhs and sighs. Clearly she was loving this.

I only grazed her labia when my oily hand reached the inside of her thighs. After the oil increased her sensitivity I again touched her back very lightly. I got her neck and shoulders and all down her arms. I even massaged her hands.

"Do you want full-body on your back, or do you want my hands to do your front first?"

"Mmmm. More hands. I love the feel of your hands on me."

She rolled over, and I gave her front every bit of the same slow, thorough, loving attention I'd given to her back. Her breasts maybe got a little bit extra. It was hard to keep my hands off them, they looked and felt so wonderful. She was very responsive when I circled her nipples with my oily fingers, and then blew on them gently. They stood up hard and I couldn't stop myself from giving each of them a little kiss and a twirl of my tongue. But this was still a massage, and I didn't stray too far.

I saved the area around her labia for last, slowly inching my hands up her legs, getting steadily closer and closer. I didn't need to add any oil there, she was so visibly wet with her own lubrication. She jumped when my hand lightly brushed over her clit. Her breaths were shallow with anticipation. I decided to give her what she craved.

I rubbed her clit, slowly and lightly at first. I cupped her entire mons with my hand, and rubbed some more, while gradually working two fingers into her, and shifting to rub her clit with my thumb as I finger-fucked her, slowly at first, then gradually faster and harder.

Kayla began to moan and breath quickly. She was really feeling it now. I inserted a third finger and fucked her harder still. I brought in my left hand to help with strumming her clit and the area around it as my hand fucked her sopping pussy furiously. She writhed wildly and began to buck. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she cried out and lifted off the air mattress in a frenzied spasm. I slowed my hand to help her ride it down easy.

It was incredibly erotic to watch her cum so hard. The look in her eyes was wild with amazement and lust and satisfaction. My cock was hard just to be in the same zip code as this goddess of sex.

"Ohmyfuckingod! Ohmyfuckingod! What are you trying to do to me?" she said when at last she could speak.

"Remember? Fuck... and cum." I quickly slathered myself with oil while she recovered. "Turn over," I said. She rolled to rest on her front again. I applied more oil to her back. "Now here comes full body."

I climbed on top of her with my chest against her upper back. As much as I could, I tried to position my arms over her arms, my legs over her legs. The air mattress helped make my weight easier on her, but there was no doubt she could feel it. The hard shaft of my cock nestled into the crack of her ass.

"Not too heavy?" I checked.

"No. I'm okay."

Then I started to slide, up and down her body, and slightly left and right, maximum skin on skin contact. After a few repetitions I lifted myself up. "Roll over." She did and I repeated the sliding motion, crushing her tits and my cock between us. The motion naturally seemed to lead to my cock begging for entrance. It felt great to slide inside her again, and I allowed myself a few little fucks before I remembered we had plenty of time, and I pulled out.

"Do you want to try sliding all over me?"

"I'd love to." I rolled us over so she was on top of me. After just a couple of slides she climbed off to get more oil. "Now you roll over," she said. She applied a thin, fresh coat of oil to my back. Her hands felt great. She applied a little more to herself, then laid down on me. Her tits felt even better pressed against my back. She slid up and down, and back and forth, as I had done. I loved the feel of so much of her body making contact with me, all at the same time.

As I had done, after she did my back she did my front. This was even better. She slid all the way down so my cock was between her tits, and all the way up so it was between her thighs, and begging for entrance again. The sensations were amazing.

Kayla sat up to pin my cock against my abdomen, then she slid her pussy over my cock. It didn't take much of that until neither one of us could continue to take it. She had to have me inside her, and I had to be there. She rode me. She fucked me. She had already cum while riding me so she switched it up, and we settled in fucking sideways until we each came again. After that I felt pretty well spent. We'd had quite a morning.

I had pre-staged us with water bottles. It was time for some badly needed hydration. After that we climbed into my walk-in shower together to wash off the oil. Then we retreated to my spa tub for a soak, where I ate her out again. Fuck and cum. The spirit was still willing but the body needed sustenance if this party was going to continue. It was time for lunch. The pause gave us time to talk a little.

"I finally did it. I finally fucked you," she remarked at one point as we ate. "After all these years. I still can't hardly believe it. we actually fucked."

"Yes we did. It does seem hard to believe. No regrets, I hope? At least not so far?"

"Oh god no! I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to cum, and we've done a lot of both. We've already broken my record, and the day's not half over. This is perfect. This is everything I wanted. This is fucking fantastic!"

"Good. I feel the same."

"When I think of all that I've missed out on... I don't want to ever not have this again, Jason. I mean I don't have to have it all the time, but there's no way I want to ever go back to boring sex maybe twice a month. God I love it so much! It makes me feel alive!"

"Some people never have it."

"True. And that's so sad. But now that I've had it, I just want more! With you, with whoever. I need this in my life! I want to fuck! I want to fuck two guys at once! I want to go to orgies! I want to fuck girls! I don't want to go to work. I don't want to do real life. I just want to fuck!" She laughed. "Don't take that wrong." She looked a little embarrassed at her outburst, but only a little.

I laughed with her. I could see she was carried away in the moment. I didn't take it too seriously. But still, my laugh was a little hollow. I was kind of surprised that it hurt just a little. We'd both said we weren't looking for a relationship. I knew I didn't have any kind of hold on her, but still I realized I was kind of hoping. "I think that's the natural post-divorce reaction. Play the field. I felt that way too." That was true, I had felt that way, but I wasn't feeling that way any more.

Maybe she noticed I'd used the past tense. It was awkward for a moment, so I then quickly tried to get us back on track. "For sure, this is a day for fun, and I'm having a great time. Is there anything special you want to do with the rest of the day?"

"You mean other than more fucking?"

"Yes, other than that, but also within the general category of more fucking. Like any kinks or fantasies or something like that?"

"Hmmmm. Let me think... I'll let you know if something comes to mind, but anything that involves your cock inside me sounds pretty good."

"That sounds good to me too."

After lunch, we decided to go back to bed. Instead of fucking right away, we pulled up the covers and snuggled, her head on my shoulder, her hand gently touching and squeezing my cock, my hand gently touching and squeezing her breasts. We talked about how nice it felt. We were so comfortable we briefly dozed off. I felt her drift into sleep first, which gave me permission to follow. I woke up with her mouth on my cock again.

"I thought that might wake you."

I smiled. "How did you know that's my favorite way to wake up?"

"Lucky guess."

"How long have you been doing that?"

"Didn't take long. Like maybe a minute."

"Mmmm. My god you're gorgeous. You look so deliciously fuckable."

"Then why don't you deliciously fuck me?"

We started kissing, and made out a little. I was hard from the start, but this time there was something different about Kayla. She was into it, but I felt like it was maybe not quite as much as before. Then she pulled away.

"Jason, can we try it a little bit rougher?"

"Okay." I wondered if she thought it was too much like making love, and it was making her uncomfortable. "Do you mean like you want me to spank you?"

"Kind of. I mean like manhandle me."

I knew from my time with my ex wife (the early years) that there was one thing that was most likely to get me into that place, mentally. "Okay. But I'm gonna need you to talk dirty to me. Do you think that you can do that?"

"Just fuck me like I'm your whore." Her voice was a little more intense, a little more raw and lusty, like she was channeling it from somewhere deep. "How's that?"

"Yeah. Like that. That was good." I lifted myself over her, and sat up on my knees, straddling her, so my cock was bobbing in the air over her chest. "I'm going to need you to beg for this cock. Tell me how much you want this cock."

"I want that fucking cock inside me. I want that big fucking hard cock to fucking fuck me."

"Kiss it then. Suck it. Show it how much you want it." She bent her neck forward and kissed the head. She licked it. "I love your tits. I'm gonna fuck your fucking gorgeous tits." I slid between them. "Hold them for me. Squeeze my cock with your tits." She did what I needed. I truly do love a good tit-fuck. Kayla's tits were round and soft and felt great wrapped around my hard shaft. "Stick out your tongue. Give me a target." She did as she was told. She looked so fucking hot. I could cum like that, just from feeling her tits around me and with her looking up at me like that. This was what I needed to get me in the spirit.

She probably wondered if I was going to cum. I wanted her to wonder. I continued to fuck her tits until I was starting to boil. Then I backed off. I slapped each tit a little. I pinched her nipples with my hard cock bobbing over her. "I could cum on your tits. I could cum all over your nipples. I could cum all over your fucking face. Where do you want it?"

"Everywhere. Cum all over me everywhere."

"No. I think I'll cum in your hot little pussy instead. Would you like that? Do you want me to cum in your hot, tight, pink little pussy?"

"Yes. Cum in my pussy. Fucking fuck me with your fat cock and cum inside me!"

I backed up, and grabbed her legs to place them on my shoulders. I stuffed my cock into her., hard. She gasped when she felt it. Then I started to fuck, looking straight into her eyes, reading her lust. I put one hand around her throat as I continued to thrust into her, again, and again, and again, harder and deeper. Her face told me she was loving it. After a few minutes, when she looked like she might cum soon. I pulled out.

"Turn over. Get up on your hands and knees."

When she did, I gave her ass a slap, hard enough to leave the red imprint of my hand. Then I gave her another and another, alternating cheeks, making sure she could feel the heat and the vibrations after every swat.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"What do you need?"

"I need you to FUCK ME."

I slapped her ass a couple of times with my cock, lined it up, and then shoved in. I grabbed her hips, pushed her head down, and thrust into her, hard, slow at first, and then faster. I grabbed her arms and pulled them back. I drove her face into the pillow. I kneaded her ass cheeks with my hands. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, and all the while my hard cock was pounding into her, relentless, insisting.

I was getting a little tired but I had to keep going. I needed her to cum. I could hear her high pitched moans. I kept pushing and thrusting and pounding until finally with one last surge I unloaded. Everything I had left got planted as deep inside her as I could send it. I was breathing so hard it was all I could do not to collapse and fall over. I thought I got Kayla there too but I couldn't be sure. I was able to hold inside her for a few moments until my deflating dick fell out and I fell onto the bed, still panting.

She fell over too. I looked over at her. Her face was pure, satisfied bliss. I closed my eyes and fought to regain my breath. I felt her kissing my face.

"Thank you." She kissed. "Thank you. Thank you. I needed that so bad... Are you okay?"

"Yes. Just give me a minute."

We laughed softly together, both completely wrung out. We held each other for a while in silence.

After that we both needed a little water.

"I hope this day is everything you wanted," I said while we sipped from our water bottles.

"This is exactly what I wanted. You?"

"I couldn't be happier. I wish I could fuck you forever. You're so goddam sexy!"

She laughed. "You're not so bad yourself."

I just looked at her, laying there next to me, naked and gorgeous. I could tell she was satisfied. We could stop now and be satisfied with the day. She'd already had more orgasms, with me, than she'd ever had with any other man in a single day (at least by her count). But she looked so perfectly fuckable that I wanted more. My cock was in no condition to come through for me just then, though. He was going to need a little more time. But fortunately I had other options.

"I want to eat your pussy."

"Where did that come from?"

"It's just a thought that popped into my head. I want to eat your pussy right now and make you cum again. Do you think you could cum again?"

She looked at me, and slowly a smile crept over her face. "I could cum again."

I smiled back and then shifted down to plant my face between her legs, pulling them apart to get to my prize.

"Yes!" She sighed as my tongue made contact.

I kissed her every fold. I licked every crevice. I gave her time to fall into the feeling. "I love your pussy and what it does to me." I meant every word, and I tried my best to show her. "Is this okay?" I asked as I brought my fingers to the party, lightly circling them around her entrance.

"MmmmHmmm."

I inserted two and stroked them in and out. I felt for her g spot. A hitch in her breathing told me I'd found it, and then I went to work on her clit so she could feel me from both inside and outside. I knew her rhythms now, and how to play them. And play I did, loving every second of it as I built her up, and then took her home.

"You're getting pretty good at that!" she said after it was all over, teasing me a little.

"I love doing that for you. I love making you cum, any way I can make you cum. You're so beautiful when you cum."

After that we took a break for dinner. We set up candles in the living room. I built a fire in the fireplace. We each had a glass of wine before dinner and one during, but that was it. We ate there by fire and candlelight, meatballs on toothpicks, assorted fruits and cheeses, pieces of bread, all finger foods.

After dinner we made love in front of the fire. It was really more like making love this time, and she didn't shy away from it. I licked her delicious pussy again. She teased my cock with her tongue and sucked me. We kissed and screwed and fucked a little until I came inside her, while looking in her eyes. As she felt it she closed her eyes to savor the feeling of me surging inside her, and she came too. She said it was enough. Satisfied with our day, we cuddled and dozed off.

We woke up a little cold as the fire had died down. It was almost midnight. I suggested going upstairs for bed, but Kayla wanted to go back home. She said she'd had a wonderful day but she wanted to keep it like it was, perfect, and not have to complicate it by waking up tomorrow. I wasn't sure exactly what that meant but I wanted to give her whatever space she needed.

After she left it hit me. She probably felt that if she'd stayed through the night, and into tomorrow it would seem more like we were serious, and not just having a fantasy day, as she'd called it at one point. She was probably right about that. I'd definitely had moments where it felt like I was developing feelings for her. It even seemed sometimes like she did too. Was she? Did I read that right? Or was she just playing fantasy? Was she running back to her home base because she didn't want a relationship? It did seem more or less like that. I did feel a little bit hollow. But I was more than grateful for the amazing day we'd had.

We definitely had a great day. I definitely wanted to have sex with her again, but probably the best I could hope for would be a "friends with benefits" type situation, and if I came on like I wanted more, I would probably ruin even my chance at that.

I sent her a text the next day, "Yesterday was the perfect fantasy day for me. Thank you!"

She replied, "Yes it was. For me too. Thank you!"

And that was it. No offers to do it again or anything like that. Maybe she just had to sort herself out. Was the next move supposed to be mine? I basically had no idea what I should do.

That night I sent her another text. "I am here for you, however you need me, whenever you need me."

She replied, "thanks."

And that was it. I didn't text her again. A couple times I looked out my bedroom window over at her house, the only window in my house where I could see her place. Like some kind of moonstruck teenage boy I just stared, hoping for a glimpse of something, anything. But there was nothing.

Three days later at 8:30 pm she texted me. "Do you wanna fuck?"

I replied right away. "Yes. When? Where?"

"Now. My place."

"I'll be right over."

It continued more or less like that for about a month. She would text me, at irregular intervals, sometimes about twice a week, other times three days in a row. I'd go over to her place. We'd have a quick fuck, maybe a little oral action, maybe go for two, and then I'd go home.

It was obvious our sexual chemistry was great. I was trying to play it cool. I was interested in more, but if that was not to be, then I told myself I could live with that. I for sure didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the good thing I had going. Sex with Kayla was definitely the most fun I had in my life, and number two was so far behind that I didn't even have any idea what that might be.

One night I could tell she had something on her mind. While I was getting ready to leave she said, "Jason, there's something I've got to tell you."

"Sure. Tell away."

"What we have is great, and I don't want you to think this is any commentary on you. I hope we can still get together sometimes, but I signed up for a couple of online dating sites."

I'm not gonna lie. It hit me like a gut punch. I tried not to show it, though. "Huh. I thought you said you weren't looking for a relationship."

"Oh I'm not. I've got just a few short weeks till my kids get here. This is my window of opportunity. This is my time to really cut loose and play the field, see what's out there."

"I see. Okay. If that's what you want. Thank you for telling me."

"Can I still call you sometimes? Can you handle that, if I see other guys?"

"I've got no hold on you, Kayla. We both said we weren't looking for a relationship. I can definitely see how it will be harder for you to bring guys home once your kids are here."

"I know. I just didn't want you to think it was because you're not good enough, or something. You're great. What we have is great. I just need to see what's out there, you know?"

"Thanks for worrying about my fragile male ego, but I'll be okay. Really I will. As far as us continuing this in the future, yeah, call me. I'm honestly not sure how I'll feel, but call me and we'll see."

"You know you never text me. You never ask me if I want to have sex. How come you never text me?"

"What? I told you I was here for you, to be whatever you needed me to be, however you need me. We're not in a relationship. You call the shots."

"But that's not fair to me. 'Friends with benefits' means it's equal, benefits for me and benefits for you. It's not equal if I always have to initiate. Sometimes a girl likes to be pursued."

"Jesus. If you left it up to me I'd call you every day. I want to fuck you every single goddam day. It's almost all I think about. I don't even beat off anymore because I don't know when you're going to call and I want to make sure I'm ready to give you my best if you do call."

"I want to fuck you every day too! It's not fair for you to make me do all the begging."

"Begging. Jesus Christ. Ordering is more like. You snap your fingers and I come running, dick in hand."

"I don't like this side of you, Jason. Maybe it's better if we don't see each other for a while. Maybe it's better if I do see some other guys."

"I thought that's what you wanted."

"It is. It is what I want."

"Okay. I'm going. Good night, Kayla. I'll see you around." I left.

That was our first fight. And as fights tend to do, after it was all over and we retreated to our corners, it made me think. It was stupid, as fights often are. Bigger picture, at least as much as I was able to compartmentalize the bit about seeing other guys, it seemed like she at least wasn't 100% sold on that path, even though she was walking down it. She cared about me, probably more than she'd been letting on, maybe more than she'd intended.

It's true our time together had been mostly about sex. Whenever we got together we had sex. But around the edges of that there had been other things creeping into our relationship. When we weren't talking about her seeing other guys, we actually talked pretty well. I'd cooked for her a few times. She told me she really liked my cooking. I learned that her Ex never cooked for her. She let me install a new light fixture in her dining room. She asked me to replace a burnt out headlight on her car. She tended to laugh at my jokes, even the bad ones. Sometimes it even seemed to me like she enjoyed those the most.

Perhaps most significantly there was the time she came over for dinner when my daughter Jen came to visit for the weekend. I thought it would be fun for Kayla to see Jen all grown up. Plus Jen might remember her, and might want to hear a fresh perspective on her early history, new stories beyond the ones she'd heard before. As it turned out, Jen didn't remember Kayla at all, but she did sense something. After Kayla left, she mentioned it.

"Dad, is there something going on with you two, with you and Kayla?"

"Well... I'm not sure exactly what you mean, but... maybe? I think I might want there to be, but she keeps brushing me off." That was at least sort of the truth, the truth in a bigger, more significant way than we were simply fucking each other with no strings attached.

"Huh. I would have guessed it was the other way around. It's just the way she looks at you. So don't give up. Unless I'm totally crazy here--and I don't think I am--I'd say that woman is totally into you."

"Really? Well she sure does a good job of hiding it. She is fresh off a divorce and she did say she wasn't ready to jump back into anything."

"It's probably that then. She's just fighting herself cuz she thinks it's too soon. Don't give up on her. I like her. In time I think she'll come around."

"Okay. Good to know. Thanks, Jen."

But all that had gone down a week before our fight. I was thinking if she really was interested in me, at any level beyond the occasional fuck buddy, then seeing other guys and telling me about it was a funny way of showing me.

So I showed her. Or rather I didn't. There was a woman who had been one of Holly's friends who would stop by every other month or so just to check in and see how I was doing. She'd been divorced herself for about five years. We had been couples friends with them before their divorce. I was pretty sure if I asked her out, she wouldn't say no. She and I just happened to be chatting in the driveway when Kayla came out of her house and saw us. Just like an impulsive teenager I asked Alexis out immediately, then and there on the spot. She was the bubbly sort, and immediately gave me a hug, as I thought she might. Kayla saw it all.

The actual date with Alexis was fine. I was pretty charming if I do say so myself. It was surprisingly easy for me to be relaxed and charming with her, since in point of truth I had no real interest in her at all. She invited me in for drinks after our date, and I actually declined, making up some non-existent early morning engagement I had to be rested for the next day. There was nothing seriously wrong with Alexis. The main thing is that she wasn't Kayla. She wasn't even close.

Not long after that I was in my bedroom around 11:30 one night when I heard a bit of a commotion outside, nothing too bad, but there were car doors slamming and young men talking too loudly. Our cul-de-sac is normally pretty quiet so I glanced outside. I saw two young guys, they looked to be probably around 20 by dress and manner and what I could see. They were parked in Kayla's driveway. They went up to ring her doorbell. I saw her come out in her bathrobe and right there on her porch, she gave them each a big hug before they all went into her house. I was up the next morning at 7:30 and I saw the young men leave.

She had said she wanted to do two guys at once. It sure looked to me like she could check that one off her list.

She didn't text me. I did not text her. I knew I should just go over and talk to her. I knew it. Yet despite knowing better, I did not do it. You know what they say, "there's no fool like an old fool." I guess that was me. But she could have made a move in my direction too, and she did not.

After two more weeks, Kayla's kids arrived. The boy, Charlie, was 8. His sister, Lulu, was 6. I saw them riding scooters around the cul-de-sac. I saw Charlie shooting baskets on the 8-ft hoop they put up near the end of their driveway. I thought about going over then, but I did not. Not long after, while I was out in my yard, Charlie scootered over and talked to me.

"Hey Mister," Charlie greeted me with a friendly tone. "My mom says you used to live here back when she was growing up. I'm Charlie." The boy stuck out his hand.

"That's right, Charlie." I took his hand and gave it an appropriately manly shake. "Pleased to meet you. My name's Jason. Your mom used to call me Mr. Taylor."

"Then I'll call you Mr. Taylor too." Just then Kayla came out of the house. "Oops. Gotta go. Bye Mr. Taylor!" Charlie said, and he scootered off toward home.

I walked over that way to follow him. Kayla met me by the basketball hoop. "How've you been?"

"Fine. I see you've met Charlie."

"Yes I have. He's a friendly fellow. Came right up and shook my hand."

"Yeah that's my Charlie. He makes friends everywhere he goes."

"How are the kids adjusting?"

"Okay I think. School starts next week. That'll help. They can make new friends, get settled into a routine."

"Say I was thinking... I've got a treehouse in my backyard that's not getting much use these days. If Charlie and Lulu wanted to come over, even if I'm not home... well I'm pretty sure the owners won't mind."

"A treehouse Mom? A real treehouse? Can we?" Charlie had reappeared from somewhere and overheard. Kayla looked at him. She hesitated for a moment, just staring at the boy and thinking. She did not look at me. Lulu was now coming over to where we were too. "Let's go take a look. See if it's safe."

And that's how Kayla and I started speaking again. The treehouse passed inspection. The kids loved it and spent a lot of time there. I even left the back door of my garage unlocked so they could go in and get popsicles out of the garage freezer anytime they wanted. Momma came over sometimes to check on them. Honestly, it was great to have kids around again, and not just because of their momma. The kids liked me and I liked them. I made up funny stories about how their mom was a terrible babysitter, all lies, how she fed my kids ice cream until they got sick, how she let them stay up until midnight, how she let them play hide and seek outside after dark, how she let them take baths with their clothes on, and more.

The kids loved those stories. Kayla laughed at them too. In the space of just a few short weeks they started calling me Uncle Jason. Kayla let me watch them while she ran to the store. She clearly loved those kids. She was a good mom. We chatted and grew more comfortable again, but this time we were talking. We weren't fucking. We hadn't even spoken of those days. It was almost like they'd never happened. Except we both knew that they had. One Saturday, she brought the kids over for a special movie night because my big screen TV was a lot bigger than theirs. It was my idea.

The kids fell asleep and we let the movie keep playing while Kayla and I adjourned to the kitchen.

"I just wanted to let you know I think you're doing a great job with those kids," I started, "and I really want to apologize for the things I said and the way I came across back when... well you know. I'm not proud of the way I acted. I said some things I wish I never said. The truth is, well... divorce fucks with your head but it's no excuse. I know better. I was out of line. And the truth is... I'm getting kind of tied up in my words right now but the truth is you're a very important person in my life. And now your kids are too. I loved the time we had together, and even though it started out being just the sex, I started having feelings for you. But you wanted your freedom and your fun so much, and I didn't want to stop you from what you wanted, but also I really couldn't deal with the thought of you being with other guys. I'm sorry. I'm just sorry. That's what I really wanted to say."

"You had feelings for me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It just seemed like you wanted so badly to be free, to just cut loose and have fun after feeling trapped in your marriage. I didn't want to stand in your way. I wanted to be the person you had fun with. We did have fun. I know we had fun. And then you wanted other guys, and I remembered how old I was, and it just seemed like if all I was to you was a really good fuck for a few weeks that I should be happy with that. So basically I convinced myself to move on. We had a great time, and it was time to move on."

"How do you feel now?"

"Honestly, I wish you could be in love with me. But if you can't, if you're not, then I'm okay. I can accept it. I really like being your friend, too."

"I was confused too, Jason. The truth is you were too perfect, and I didn't want you to be. I thought I meant it when I said I wasn't ready for a relationship. I really thought I meant it, but then you showed up and it was basically everything I ever hoped for, but it was all too soon. I was so set on being wild and free, having the fun I always wanted but never had. I told you I dreamed about being a slut when I was your babysitter, and it's true. Those were always my fantasies, but that was never my life. My real sex and romantic life was so boring, so disappointing. I thought I owed it to myself to experience all I'd been missing out on."

"And now?"

"I tried it. I had to try it. But it's not me. I know that now. I tried it but I couldn't even really go through with it. It's just not me."

"But the dating apps? The two guys that one night?"

"Two guys? What are you talking about?"

"You told me how you wanted to do it with two guys. And then one night I saw two guys roll into your place late. You met them in your bathrobe and let them in. They didn't leave until the next morning."

"Ohmygod that? Those were my nephews, my sister's twins from South Dakota, driving out to college in Arizona. They just stopped on the way to crash for the night at my place."

"Oh... oh."

"Jesus! You really thought I... If you must know, I've fucked exactly two other guys this summer besides you, and with both of them it was only one time each. They both wore condoms. You're the only guy I trusted enough to fuck without one. And with both of those guys it was disappointing. It was nowhere near as good as it was with you. I probably wouldn't even have fucked them if you hadn't acted so weird with me. If you'd just been honest with me. There! Are you satisfied?"

"You're right. I should have been completely honest with you. I want to always be completely honest with you. Of course I knew that, but I guess I had to re-learn it the hard way."

"Well what I learned is I'm not really such a bad girl. I'm still the girl next door who maybe likes to fantasize about being some kind of super slut, but that's not who I am really. I'm a one man girl. I want to be a super slut for just one special man."

"I want to be that man for you, Kayla. I really want to try with you, if you'll have me."

"I don't know, Jason. Maybe. But it's not that easy..."

"If you're worried about how I'll react if it doesn't go well, you don't have to be. If you decide you don't want me, I want you to know I can handle it. You don't need to worry about me. We can keep it however you want it. I can be your lover, your friend, your "back door man," whatever. But my first choice is to be with you. I love you. I want to be with you. But I've only been able to sustain that because I felt like the door was still open, at least a crack. I don't believe in carrying a torch. I don't believe love can last if it's only one-way. I tried that in the last five years of my marriage and it didn't work. So don't worry about me. If you don't want me, my heart will be OK, emotionally I will be okay." I paused. "So I'm being totally honest with you here. This is an honest conversation. What do you think? Is there any chance you might love me?"

"Jesus, Jason. Did we just jump from maybe we should try it together to you're in love with me? I was thinking yes, I want to try it with you, but love is a big step for me, Jason. Love is a huge fucking step."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to pressure you. But we're being honest and that's honestly how I feel. I think I know what love is, and I've fallen in love with you. But it does take two. I know that. It doesn't mean anything unless it's a two-way street. So please give me a chance. I might not be some great prize. But I will be a good man who loves you, who will be true to you, who will try every day to be the best he can be for you, and for your kids. And they're terrific kids. I want to be with you, all of you. It's the thing I want more than anything else in this world, more than anything else in this life. But if that's not where you're at just let me know now. Just let me know now so I won't put any more energy into hoping. Let me know so I can get on with my life, or what's left of it. I love you. I want to be with you. But if you tell me you don't love me, then just give me a few weeks, and I will eventually be OK. I will even stop loving you, because I don't believe in one-way relationships. You wanted truth? That's fucking truth for ya, all laid out."

"It's not that I don't love you, it's just that I wasn't ready to say it yet. Jesus! I want to be sure.. After Tod I need to be sure. I didn't want to just latch onto the first guy I fucked and maybe get myself trapped again. But there you are, a really great guy and the sex was even great and now my kids even love you. Are you happy?"

"Yes I am. I'm the happiest man in the whole fucking world as long as I'm with you." She was crying. I could appreciate it was hard for her, but it wasn't exactly easy for me, either. "So be with me. Let's make it exclusive. Let's try for a real relationship. You could give me your answer now, but I really don't want to rush you into anything. Think it over. Listen to your heart. Try to really listen, and then do what it tells you. Please let me know tomorrow what you're thinking, and we can take it from there."

"Why don't I just give you my answer now?"

"I want you to be sure, like you said, really sure, not just heat-of-the-moment sure. Hopefully you'll have the same answer for me, whether it's now or whether it's tomorrow, but I really do want you to be sure."

"Okay."

She gathered up Charlie and Lulu and set off back across the cul-de-sac. I called after her. "Good night. You know where I live," and closed the door.

After they got home, I went out and walked around the neighborhoods for about an hour, mostly replaying our little scene in my mind. Was I right to force it like that? I don't know. Maybe not. But for my sanity, for my peace of mind, I felt like I had to. I wanted so badly to be with her it was eating me up, but if that was not to be, I had to get on with my life without her. I went home and went to bed. Surprisingly, it didn't even take me long to fall asleep.

I woke early the next morning to the sound of my doorbell. I could hear the birds singing outside, but it was still dark. I knew it had to be Kayla. I got out of bed and threw my robe on over my boxers. I peeked through the peephole to confirm it was her before opening the door. She was out there in the dark, wearing a coat. It looked like she was cold. That was no surprise. It was mid-October and although we hadn't seen frost yet, it was certainly coming soon.

I opened the door to hear her answer.

"I hope you're ready for the best day of your life," she said with a smile, opening her coat to reveal that she was naked underneath.

I moved back to let her in.

She stepped inside and threw her coat on the floor. She put her arms around me. "Or maybe the second best day. We've only got about two hours until the kids wake up."

I laughed softly, smiled, and kissed her.

"I want to be with you, Jason. I really want to make this work."

"It'll work. We'll make it work."

"Yes we will, because I'm in love with you."

We made love that morning, and a lot of mornings after that, evenings too, and sometimes in-between. We do it as often as we can. With kids around sometimes we have to be creative. It's not every day, but it's enough.

Every single time I'm with Kayla, it's always fun. I love her, and she loves me. We were married ten months after that wonderful morning. I feel like it was the first morning of my new life. As I write this, my cock aches for the warm embrace of her velvet walls. I want to live inside her, with my cock throbbing inside her like the beating of my heart. And even when we're not fucking, I know I'm still inside her, just like she's inside me. We carry each other inside us, everywhere we go, always. The sex is great, but it's just an expression of our love.

Did you wonder about the tape? Lulu ended up getting into that old honeymoon tape of mine before Kayla and I ever got a chance to watch it. She'd never seen a videocassette before and she somehow managed to unspool the whole thing, creating a trail that ran all through the house. She had a ton of fun with it. I wasn't even mad.

That tape had served its purpose more than I ever could have dreamed. I remember one night more than 20 years ago. It was during pillow talk after Holly and I had sex, I think that night might even have been the last time we watched that old tape.

"I think I'll ask that neighbor girl if she wants to babysit," Holly said.

I'd replied something like, "Yeah. That could work out pretty well for us, what with her living so close and all."

Little did we know that tape only planted a seed that took 20 years to bear fruit. Now I've planted my seed in Kayla, in that very same bed. And we don't need those old memories. We're making new memories all our own.