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Should Tomorrow Never Come

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Summer 1978

The blue panel truck, with Giordano Roofing painted on the side, slowed to a stop in front of the two story ranch house at the end of Oakwood Lane. Turning off the ignition, Kyle Giordano reached for the clipboard on the passenger seat and verified the address on his work order. Satisfied that he was at the right location, the crew cut nineteen year old exited the truck and started up the walk leading to the front door.

Pausing before ringing the bell, the blonde haired teen took a deep breath and considered that this job might well be his chance to prove to his father that he was ready to lead his own crew, something that both of his older brothers were already doing at his age. Yet, after more than a year as a full time employee, not to mention the part time work he'd done before that, he was still constantly being relegated to secondary roles.

What made this job important was not the severity of the leak; in fact, from what he'd been told, it was supposed to be relatively minor. No, it was special because the homeowner was a friend of his grandmother's, and while Big Tony Giordano might run the day to day operations of the company, his mother, Rita Giordano, still owned a majority of the stock, inherited from her husband who had founded it fifty years before.Should Tomorrow Never Come фото

They had all been sitting at the breakfast table this morning when the matriarch of the family casually mentioned that she had promised a friend at the senior center that she would have someone come by this evening to check their roof for a leak. She'd actually made the promise three days before, but had forgotten to mention it until now.

"Do be a dear and take care of that for me, Anthony," the eighty-four year old said to her son before turning her attention back to her breakfast, confident that the matter would be taken care of.

Taken by surprise, Big Tony looked at his oldest son, Jake, sitting across the table, certain that he was thinking the same thing he was. Tonight was the All-County Bowling Finals down at Rocket Lanes, in which the company team, Hammer 'N' Nails, was one of the final four. They had intentionally not scheduled any late appointments that might interfere with that. Without saying a word, both of them also knew that it would be pointless to ask if the inspection could be rescheduled, because Rita had given her word and, short of the Second Coming, someone would be there.

After giving it a bit of thought, however, Jake came up with a solution, one so simple he wondered why his father hadn't come up with it first. Each team consisted of four players and an alternate, which in their case were Big Tony himself, Jake, his brother Bill, Kyle, and their cousin Ray. They really only needed four, and it was no secret who had the lowest average.

"Dad, why don't you have Kyle swing by and take a look at it after the crew he's on finishes up the Peterson job?" Jake suggested. "He can see what needs to be done and schedule a follow up if need be."

Big Tony thought that was an excellent idea, one that he should've thought of himself. He didn't immediately agree, however, looking instead in his mother's direction to see if she had any problem with it. When she didn't raise any, he turned back to his oldest and said that was what they would do. And just like that, Kyle was no longer part of the championship game.

After ringing the bell, Kyle took a step down from the front step to wait for a response. When none was immediately forthcoming, he decided to wait at least another minute before trying again. Rita Giordano might still be a force of nature, but even she had slowed down a bit the last few years. So it only seemed right that he gave the homeowner the same courtesy that he would his grandmother.

While he waited, Kyle took another look at the work order, specifically the name above the address. Judith Ryan didn't ring any bells, and since he knew most of her old friends, he assumed this woman was someone new. Figuring he'd waited long enough, Kyle was about to try the bell again when he heard the sounds of movement behind the door. So he put on a confident smile and mentally rehearsed what he planned to say once it opened.

His self-assurance, however, abruptly faded, giving way to an unexpected bewilderment. The woman standing in the doorway bore little resemblance to the image he'd formed in his mind. Standing a few inches more than his own five foot five, she had short salt and pepper hair that extended to just above her neckline, framing a still youthful face, one with just enough character lines to enhance her maturity. She had a trim, tight frame, with small breasts -- well-rounded orbs that pressed tightly against a black t-shirt worn under an open white buttoned-down blouse. Below that were dark jeans that ran into mid-calf black boots, completing the outfit. Kyle was never good at guessing a woman's age, but if he were to hazard a guess, he'd say she was in her early to mid-fifties.

"Judith Ryan?" Kyle asked, wondering if perhaps he had the wrong house, because why would this woman be going to a senior center?

"Yes," she responded in a soft yet strong voice as she took in the young man in work jeans and a blue and white polo shirt. "Can I help you?"

'Okay, I am in the right place', Kyle thought, putting aside his confusion as he fell back on that well-practiced speech.

"Actually, I'm here to help you," Kyle said, his assuring smile returning. "I'm from Giordano Roofing. You had an appointment for someone to check your roof for a leak?"

As he'd explained himself, Kyle twisted his head slightly, causing Judith to look in that direction and note the truck sitting by the curb.

"Oh, yes," Judith said as she now also noticed the small company logo on the left breast of his shirt, "I'd totally forgotten that Rita said someone would stop by today. Please come in."

As Kyle did so, he took a moment to glance into the living room just off the foyer while Judith locked the door behind them. The furniture was similar to most houses in the area that he'd been in, well-worn but lovingly cared for. It suggested that the occupants had lived here for some time. Which, in a way, added to his confusion as, having worked on the two houses across the street last summer, he certainly would've noticed and remembered a woman like this.

"The problem is upstairs, Mr....?" Judith started to say, then paused as she realized he hadn't given him her name.

"Giordano," he said, realizing his omission, "But just call me Kyle, it helps prevent confusion."

"Giordano?" Judith repeated, making it more a question than just a repeat of his response, prompting a momentary silence until her face lit up even more. "Oh, you must be Rita's grandson."

"Yeah, one of them," Kyle said, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he was the youngest and least experienced.

"I should've noticed the resemblance," Judith said as she paused at the bottom of the stairs. "You have her smile, it's quite expressive."

"So I've been told," he replied, again demonstrating just that.

"Your grandmother is an impressive woman, always looking for new things to learn," Judith offered as she started up the stairs. "She was the first person to sign up for my senior health class at the center."

'She's one of the instructors,' Kyle thought as he followed her, the age disparity now making sense.

"Have you been working at the center long, Miss Ryan?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't actually work there," Judith replied as she glanced back towards him, "I've just been volunteering the last six months, twice a week, Mondays and Wednesdays. And if I'm going to call you Kyle, you have to call me Judith."

"Okay, Judith it is," he agreed.

"It's really more just a water stain than a leak," Judith said as they reached the top of the stairs, shifting the conversation back to the matter at hand, "but I'm pretty sure it wasn't there last week when I put the towels away. Rita heard me mentioning it to another of the ladies and said she would have her son send someone over to take a look. I said there was no rush, but she was adamant about someone coming today."

Kyle smiled; that sounded like his grandmother all right.

"It's here in the linen closet," Judith said as they reached a door at the end of the corridor.

Opening it, Judith reached up and pulled a chain attached to an overhead light fixture. The light that came on wasn't very bright, but it did help to dispel most of the shadows within the confined space.

"Right there, up in the corner," Judith said, pointing to a discoloration where the ceiling and two corners of the wall intersected.

The spot she indicated was only partially illuminated by the hanging light, so Kyle moved closer to get a better look. Sensing his movement, Judith started to turn with the intention of backing out of the closet, only to crash into the younger man. A collision made awkward when, in trying to keep his balance, Kyle pressed an open hand against one of her breasts, squeezing the soft sphere through her t-shirt.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Kyle quickly apologized as he backed away.

"No, it's okay, it was an accident," Judith said just as quickly as she also took a step back.

Accident or not, Judith thought that the press of his hand against her breast, however momentary, had felt nice. A feeling that, if she could've read his mind, she'd have found that Kyle shared.

Stepping into the spot Judith had vacated, Kyle took a penlight out of his pocket and pointed its beam where she had indicated, brightly highlighting the small stain that was there.

"Well, good news is that it looks like, whatever is leaking, it hasn't been doing so for very long," he began as, stepping back out into the hallway, he put the light away. "And if we're really lucky, it's coming from right above it."

Kyle paused for a second, then let the other end of his usual speech drop.

"On the other hand, even though water runs downward, it doesn't always do it in a straight line," he explained. "It can come in at one end of a roof, then run along interior beams before coming out twenty or thirty feet away. If that's the case, unless the roof damage is clearly visible, you sometimes have to replace the whole thing to be sure you stopped it. By the way, do you know how old the roof is?"

"I'm not sure," Judith said, "but then again, this is my brother's house, not mine. I'm just here on an extended visit. You might know him, Montgomery Ryan? He's on the vestry at your grandmother's church."

Kyle didn't know him personally, but he knew who he was, having seen the octogenarian's name on the weekly church bulletin during his rare visits. That this was his house made his grandmother's insistence that the leak be attended to immediately make even more sense. She and Montgomery Ryan had a friendship that went back nearly seventy years.

"Wait a second, he's your brother?" Kyle asked as it occurred to him that the disparity in their ages seemed to preclude the possibility.

"Well, half-brother actually," Judith explained. "My mother was our father's second wife."

'Okay, that explains that,' Kyle thought.

"He's away on a retreat upstate until next week," Judith continued, "but if you think the roof might actually need replacing, I should call him and..."

"Hold on a second, I just said that was a worst case scenario," he interrupted. "Let me get up there and take a good look at everything before we go down that road."

Heading back out to his truck, Kyle removed one of the ladders from its roof and set it up against the side of the house. He really should've had someone to spot him when he went up on a roof, but his partner for the day, Jeff Harris, was taking his wife out for a birthday dinner and as the Peterson job had run late, Kyle really didn't want to ask him to stay even later. Besides, as he'd been climbing up onto roofs since high school, he really didn't think he needed one.

That thought turned out to be one he might have wanted to reconsider as, after climbing halfway up, the ladder began to wobble a little. He was about to head back down and get some wood blocks to help stabilize it, when the vibration unexpectedly stopped. Looking down, he saw Judith standing between the bottom of the ladder and the house, her arms gripping its sides to hold it steady.

"Go on, I've got it," she called up to him.

He tested the ladder by giving it a little shake and it did seem steady enough, so, flashing the woman below a thumbs up, he continued onward. She didn't release her hold until she saw him swing his leg over from the top of the ladder and leap onto the shingled roof.

"Are you okay up there?" Judith called out as she stepped away from the house to see better, the look of concern on her face not fading until she saw Kyle casually lean over the roof edge and wave that he was fine.

He then disappeared from Judith's view and walked over to the back of the house to where the chimney sat, which was almost directly over where the stain had been visible on the inside. Dropping to his knees, Kyle carefully examined the flashing around the base of the brick structure, only to be disappointed when he found it fully intact.

Next he moved outward from the chimney, checking each shingle until he found what he was looking for -- a small chip in one of them, not much bigger than a quarter. Some roofers, he knew, would always recommend tearing out the shingle and replacing it, if only because it was the more expensive option. Kyle, however, didn't feel that was necessary -- not when he could simply seal the tiny hole with roof tar, a repair that would be good for a few years at least. By which time, the roof would need redoing anyway.

"Good news," Kyle said as he stepped off the bottom rung of the ladder after climbing down it, "I found what looks likely to be the cause of the leak and it's a simple repair."

"That is good news," a smiling Judith said once he explained what he found. "I was really worried that it was going to turn out to be something major."

"Well, eventually, your brother will have to have the roof done," Kyle stated as he explained her repair options, including replacing the shingle, "but I think that's a few years away at least. The immediate decision is, what do you want me to do about the hole?"

"I think that, for the moment at least, I'll go with the simplest solution," Judith said after thinking about it, "just to stop the leak. Montgomery can decide what else he wants to do when he gets home."

"Then that's the plan," Kyle replied.

"So, when do you think you can come back to make the repair?" Judith asked.

Kyle knew he should've just scheduled an appointment for a two-man crew to come back on Monday, but that seemed a needless wait for such a simple job.

"Well, unless you have someplace else you have to be, I can take care of it right now," Kyle offered, his smile broadening. "It shouldn't take that long."

"That would be great," Judith beamed.

"Just let me get what I need from my truck," Kyle said.

As he had promised, the repair was easily done. In fact, it took longer to carry the material up onto the roof than it did to seal the hole. Judith insisted on again helping hold the ladder while Kyle went up and down it, only heading back into the house once he was on the ground for good. While she did so, Kyle carried his tools and the ladder back to his truck, securing the ladder back on top of it.

-=-=-=-

"Judith?" Kyle called out from the foyer as he stepped back into the house, the completed paperwork for the job in his hand.

"I'm out in the kitchen," she called back.

Unsure if that was an invitation or not, Kyle waited a few seconds to see if she reappeared in the living room. When she didn't, he headed in the direction her voice had come from, finding the kitchen just to the left of the dining room in the back of the house.

"All done?" Judith asked as she turned from the cupboard she'd just taken a cup from.

"Yup, it's almost as good as new," Kyle said

"Well, we'll find out the next time it rains, won't we?" Judith said as she laid the cup on the counter next to a small plate. "What do I owe you for such excellent work?"

Extending his hand, Kyle handed her the invoice.

"Are you sure this is right?" Judith said as she looked at the bill.

"Is something wrong?" Kyle asked.

"Well, not wrong exactly," she replied. "It's just somewhat lower than I expected. Oh, I'm not complaining, mind you, I just don't want to see you short-change yourself."

"You qualified for the friends and family discount," Kyle smiled.

"I think you just made that up," Judith laughed, "but I'll take it."

"Just tell your brother to keep us in mind when he decides to take care of the whole roof," he offered, deciding that a complete replacement in the future was worth more than a few extra bucks now. Besides, his grandmother would skin him alive if she'd thought he'd overcharged her friend's sister.

"I definitely will," Judith promised as she laid the invoice on the countertop and took out a checkbook from one of the drawers beneath it.

She wrote in the recipient's name, along with the date and amount of the check before signing it and handing it to Kyle. He glanced at the small blue slip, then folded both the check and his copy of the invoice, putting both into his shirt pocket.

"Looks like we're done here then," he said, adding it had been nice to meet her.

"It was nice to meet you too," Judith replied, extending her hand to shake his.

The softness of her hand as it came into contact with his made Kyle think of his accidental encounter with her breast up in the closet, causing him to blush. He hoped Judith didn't notice.

"You know, I was just about to have a cup of coffee and some pie," Judith said as she motioned to the percolator on the stove and what appeared to be a freshly made pie on the countertop. "Would you like to join me?"

"I would, thank you," Kyle replied, thinking he could use a snack since he'd already missed dinner.

"Then have a seat, young man," Judith smiled as she reached up into the cabinet and took out a second cup and dessert plate.

-=-=-=-

"This is really good," Kyle said of the pie after he'd taken a few bites.

"I don't bake that often, but I was just in the mood today," Judith said as she watched him enjoy her efforts.

As she did, she also asked him a few questions about his job and what his goals in life were.

"Can't say I really have all that many," Kyle replied in response to the latter. "I was sort of born into the family business, so there was never really any doubt that was what I was going to do."

"Do you enjoy it?" she inquired.

"Actually, yes," he said as he finished off his last mouthful of pie. "I like working with my hands."

"Good," Judith said. "A person should do what they enjoy in life."

The question about his life prompted Kyle to ask about her own.

"Did you grow up here in Crossfield?" he asked, remembering that, having gone to school with his grandmother, her brother obviously had.

"Yes, I did, in this very house actually," she replied, "but I've never been one to stay in one place for too long, so I moved out soon after I graduated from school."

"Where did you go?" he asked out of curiosity.

"Would you believe I joined the army?" Judith said, the inflection in her tone making him think she was kidding.

"You were in the army?" he said incredulously.

"Nursing Corp," she said, "I was commissioned a Second Lieutenant in 1943 and served in Europe for two years after D-Day."

"I never met anyone who was in the army," Kyle said, then corrected himself, adding, "any women, I mean."

 

"Well, there were a lot of us," she pointed out. "I was still in the reserves when Korea flared up a few years later, so I spent some time there as well."

"Were you ever in combat?" Kyle asked before realizing that it might be an inappropriate question.

"Not combat per se," Judith replied, "although I've been shot at a few times. Once the bullets start flying, a non-combatant clarification really doesn't carry much protection."

Kyle listened as Judith further shared that she had been a surgical nurse during both conflicts. So while she hadn't been in combat, she had certainly been ankle deep in the aftermath of it more times than she cared to remember.

That impressed Kyle. So much so that he now felt guilty at having charged her even the nominal charge for the work he'd done. Both his father and grandfather had served, and always gave their fellow veterans a large break on the bill.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Judith said when he offered to tear up the invoice. "You did the work and deserve to be paid."

"Did you stay in the army?" he then asked.

"Actually, I did," she said. "I missed Vietnam, at least directly, and spent most of the next decade or so at various army hospitals in Europe. Then, when my last enlistment was over, I decided to stay and see more of it, which is what I've been doing for the last few years. I didn't finally come home to the States until, oh, I guess it's been about eight months now."

"How long were you in the army?" Kyle asked, trying to work out the numbers in his head.

"My last tour ended just after Christmas of '68," she answered, "A few days after the astronauts orbited the moon for the first time. That sticks in my mind because just about the entire staff was huddled around a small black and white television watching that. But to answer your question, just a bit over twenty-four years."

Almost imperceptibly, Kyle shook his head; something didn't seem to add up. His confusion was reflected on his face.

"You look like you have another question," Judith said when she noticed his expression.

"How old are you?" he said.

"Why Mr. Giordano, didn't anyone ever tell you that's a question you never ask a woman?" she responded in what had suddenly become a much more serious tone.

Taken aback, Kyle began to apologize, only to be cut short when Judith began to laugh.

"I'm only kidding," she said. "Believe me, I'm not one of those women who get hung up on their age. I learned very early in life that you have to live each day as it comes and make the most of it, because tomorrow doesn't come with any guarantee. I was sixty-two on my last birthday."

'Boy, was I way off,' Kyle thought, recalling his initial impression when he had first seen her.

"Higher or lower?" Judith asked.

"Excuse me?" Kyle asked in turn.

"Was your guess as to how old I am higher or lower?" she clarified. "I'm assuming that you did make one, because my answer seemed to surprise you."

"Low to mid-fifties," he admitted.

"You are a dear," Judith smiled, "but as I said, I'm not one of those women who fear getting older. That's one of the reasons I immediately liked your grandmother so much; she has the same attitude."

That was also true, Kyle agreed.

"But enough talk about the army," she said. "Who's your all-time favorite musical artist?"

"Well, if I had to pick a favorite, I guess that would be Bob Dylan," he said after giving it some thought.

He then asked Judith the same question. Given when she'd come of age, which was when most people's musical preference took root, Kyle expected her to say someone who played swing or jazz, so her pick really surprised him.

"That's easy, Elvis," she said.

"Really?" he said.

"He was the king," she said profoundly. "Oh I know, you're probably thinking I'm too old to have really appreciated Rock n' Roll when it came along, but you had to be there in those early days. The music made you feel young and alive."

The Elvis that Kyle knew was the one he'd seen in those god awful movies his older sister used to take him to see, back when she used to babysit him. The songs he sang were as bland as the storylines and he could never understand why so many people were crazy about him.

"I actually saw him perform live once," Judith said, a noticeable excitement in her voice, "before he went into the army, back when he was still considered wild and dangerous."

She paused for a moment to take a breath.

"God, that boy was sex personified," she continued with a look of youthful delight on her face. "I was nearly old enough to have been his mother, and yet, watching him on stage, I nearly creamed in my panties like some lovestruck teenager."

'Damn,' Kyle thought, not being able to believe that Judith had just shared something like that. He wondered if she still reacted like that when she listened to his records.

"I've shocked you, haven't I?" Judith asked as once more his facial expression reflected his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I sometimes have the bad habit of saying just what's in my head at the moment, despite how inappropriate it might be."

"No, it's okay," Kyle insisted, while at the same time trying not to picture a younger version of the woman across from him losing control during a concert.

"Okay," Judith replied, her tone suggesting she didn't quite believe him, before again shifting the conversation. "Would you like another cup of coffee, or maybe some more pie?"

"Another cup would be nice," Kyle answered, glad to move on from the image in his head.

As she poured them both another cup, Judith thought to ask Kyle if she was keeping him from anything. When he replied that he had no better place to be, she said that was surprising, adding that she would've thought a handsome young man like him would certainly have better things to do on a Friday night than keep an old lady company.

"What would you be doing right now if you weren't here?" she asked.

Kyle hesitated for a moment, then decided, why not be honest? So he told her about the bowling tournament.

"That was a lousy thing for them to do," Judith said when he finished.

"Well, I am the worst bowler on the team," he pointed out, "and if I didn't get booted from the finals, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet you."

"Now you're going to make me blush," Judith chuckled, confirming that she had noticed him earlier. "Don't you have a young lady in your life?"

"I was seeing someone," he said as he took a sip of the refilled cup, "but things didn't work out."

"Sorry to hear that," Judith replied.

Kyle responded with a shrug.

"Were you together long?" Judith inquired.

"About two years," he replied.

"That's pretty long, especially at your age," she noted. "Do you mind if I ask what happened?"

Kyle paused a moment, then simply stated that the two of them wanted different things out of the relationship.

"And I'm guessing a ring on her finger was part of what she wanted," Judith offered.

"Yeah," Kyle replied with a slight exasperation.

"Some things haven't changed since I was your age," she reflected. "Most girls want to be married."

"Didn't you ever want to be?" he asked.

"I wanted to see the world, and I have seen a good part of it," Judith replied. "Something that wouldn't have happened if I'd stayed here in Crossfield."

"But don't you ever get lonely?" Kyle asked, the question spilling out of his mouth before he could consider that it was probably even more inappropriate than the one he'd asked about being in combat.

"People are only lonely if they let themselves be," Judith said without hesitation. "I don't."

"I'm not talking about just having friends..." Kyle started to say, only to have her interrupt him.

"Neither am I," she said.

"But you said you weren't interested in marriage," he pointed out.

"And you said you weren't either, at least not right now," Judith interjected. "Does that mean that you never have sex?"

"No, I've had sex," Kyle replied, if a bit awkwardly.

"So have I," she smiled. "Fun isn't it?"

A glance, first at the clock, and then the encroaching darkness outside the kitchen window, drew attention to the fact that they'd been chatting for nearly an hour, causing Kyle to say that now he really had to get going. Before he did, though, he left his phone number with Judith, saying to call and leave a message on his machine if she had any further problem with the roof.

-=-=-=-

Kyle spent Saturday catching up on a few things, but regardless of what he was doing, he just couldn't get the fascinating woman he'd met the night before out of his head. He'd never had any interest in an older woman before, not even back in high school where students used to rank the female teachers by their physical attributes. There was something about Judith, something undefinable, that he just couldn't seem to get past.

Even later in the evening, when he and his buddies had gone to Rossi's Bar, thoughts of her still dominated Kyle's mind. So much so that he was totally oblivious to the young lady that had sat beside him at the bar, or her attempts to get to know him more intimately -- an occurrence that had left his friends stupefied.

Sunday proved no better, and it didn't help that a torrential rain washed out the afternoon, leaving him little opportunity for distraction. Yet it was that downpour that finally gave him an idea what he should do.

While he'd been sure of his handiwork in repairing the leak on her brother's roof, there was always a chance that the patch he put over the hole might not have been enough. If that were the case, rain from the storm could very well have made its way into the house. So, it might behoove him to stop by after work on Monday to check on his repair. If nothing else, it would give him another chance to talk to Judith.

-=-=-=-

It was nearly dusk by the time Kyle's car pulled up in front of the house on Oakwood Lane. He'd wanted to get there earlier, but yesterday's inclement weather had resulted in a number of calls from prospective clients, all looking to have their roofs checked as soon as possible. So, in order to accommodate them all, Big Tony had given each of his sons and nephews two each to look out before calling it a day. Kyle's two turned out to need more extensive repairs than could be done on the fly, so appointments were made for full crews to come back another day. He also lucked out having Jeff again as a partner, and he was happy to take the truck back to the yard by himself, dropping Kyle off where he'd parked his car on the way. It didn't occur to Kyle until he was on the way to Judith's that taking the van instead of his car would've made his story more believable.

All his planning seemed to be for naught, however, because when he rang the bell to her house, no one was home. Disheartened, Kyle sat on the front steps for nearly a half hour, hoping Judith might have just run to the store and would return at any moment. But, when she hadn't by the end of that time, even he had to admit this had been a stupid plan. In fact, the whole idea that the older woman might have some interest in him was probably one of the dumbest ideas he'd ever had, and that was saying something. As he walked back to his car, he resolved to pretend tonight had never happened.

That determination lasted less than a minute as, just as he was about to pull away from the curb, a green sedan pulled up a car's length behind him. Looking through his rear view mirror, Kyle saw Judith step out of the passenger seat of the vehicle. Dressed considerably more formally than the other night, she had on a conservative blue dress with sleeves that extended to her elbows and a hem down along her knees. A thin white belt added a bit of contrast, along with a pair of black loafers.

The dome light in the front seat of the sedan had come on when Judith had exited the car, allowing Kyle to see the face of the driver. To his surprise, it was Fred Crawford, the owner of several dealerships across the county. Tall, handsome and debonair, the sixty-five year old businessman was, like Montgomery Ryan, a pillar of the community.

Kyle wondered if they'd been on a date, although, if that had been the case, it had ended rather early. Unless of course the best part of the evening was still to come. He watched as Judith leaned into the open passenger side window to say something to Fred, and then, to the roofer's relief, she took a few steps back before raising her arm to add a brief wave to her goodbye as her ride pulled away. Kyle waited until the car had turned the corner and was out of sight before exiting his own.

"Kyle?" Judith asked in a surprised tone as she spotted him walking toward her. "What are you doing here?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but before the first word came out, he suddenly realized how lame his carefully rehearsed story was going to sound. Still, he had to say something, and that was all he had.

"I was working in the area and thought I'd swing by and make sure that fix I did on the roof Friday held up," he said. "That was a really bad rain yesterday, and it got me worried that it might not have."

"Aren't you sweet?" Judith said with a warm smile as she closed the distance between them. "Would you believe I had that very same thought when I woke up this morning? So the first thing I did was check the closet ceiling and you'll be happy to know it was dry as a bone. You really did an excellent job."

"Oh, that's good," Kyle said, trying to hide his disappointment that his reason for being here had been dismissed so quickly. "I'm glad to hear that."

"You know, I was planning to give your grandmother a call and thank her for sending someone to handle my problem so promptly," she then said, "but having you come by to make doubly sure there wasn't a leak anymore, well, I think I should do more. Maybe even send a note to your father, since he's the one who actually runs the company, telling him what a conscientious worker he has?"

"No, I don't think that's necessary," Kyle quickly replied in the hope of dissuading her of any such thing. The last thing he needed was his father asking why he felt the need to come back and check up on the job.

"Okay, I guess you would know best," Judith agreed, much to Kyle's relief. "The next time I see your grandmother, though, I am going to tell her she was right about you. You are an exceptional young man."

'Actually, I'm an idiot,' Kyle said to himself as, even more than before, he realized the total absurdity of all of this. What had ever made him think he had a chance with a woman like Judith?

"Well, it's been a long day, and right now, all I want to do is stretch out on the back porch and enjoy a beer," Judith said.

"Yeah, I really should be heading home," Kyle interjected, taking her comment as a subtle way of telling him that he'd overstayed his welcome.

"No, that's not what I meant," she explained. "What I was going to say was, since you look like you've had a long day yourself, and I do hate drinking alone, would you like to join me?"

Kyle heard a voice say that he'd love to, not realizing until a moment later that it had been his own.

"Wonderful," Judith responded as she smiled broadly.

-=-=-=-

"Oh, that does hit the spot, don't you agree?" Judith said as she lowered the frosted long neck bottle she'd just taken a drink from.

"It is quite good," Kyle agreed as he sat next to her on the cushioned wood bench in the back of the house, "even if I can't quite pronounce the name on the label."

"That's because it's in German," Judith chuckled. "It's an obscure brand that I came across when I was stationed at Landstuhl some years back. They don't sell it here in the States, but I still have a good friend in the Transportation Corps."

After chatting about a few other topics, Kyle got the nerve to ask if that had been Fred Crawford who dropped her off.

"Why yes, it was," she replied. "He and I are old friends; we went to school together and he's one of the few people from Crossfield that I've kept in touch with over the years. Why do you ask -- were you jealous?"

To someone watching the two of them, it would've been obvious that the last of Judith's comment was added as a joke. Kyle thought, didn't seem to take it that way.

"No," he said emphatically, "I was just curious, that's all."

"Okay," Judith said, drawing out the word, amused by the intensity of his denial.

After another random topic, they continued to drink, Kyle asked Judith if she had any idea how long she was planning to stay in Crossfield.

"It's funny you should ask that, because lately, I've begun to think my wandering days might be over," she replied. "The idea of settling down has begun to hold more appeal to me than it might have, back in the day."

She shared that she'd had an appointment that afternoon with the director of nursing for the county hospital over in Redwood. Just to test the waters as to what openings might be available now, or at some point in the near future.

"And....?" he asked.

"Well, after looking over my resumé, the director said that if there hadn't been any current openings, he'd be willing to fire someone to make one," she said. "I told him that he didn't need to go that far, but I did appreciate his enthusiastic interest."

"Then you're going to stay in town permanently?" Kyle asked, trying to hide the excitement he suddenly felt.

"No, I don't think so," she offered. "I will stay here until I get everything organized, but after that, I think that, even though it would be a short commute if I stayed here, it would be better for all concerned if I got an apartment in Redwood instead. I'd be close enough to my brother to check up on him -- in case you haven't noticed, he is getting a bit up there in years -- but still distant enough that we both can still live separate lives."

"I guess that makes sense," Kyle said, his tone now carrying a small disappointment.

"So, now that we've gotten that out of the way, are you going to tell me why I found you waiting at my door when I came home?" Judith asked. "And don't tell me that it was to check the roof, because, if that was really the reason, you'd have brought your truck with its supplies and ladders, not your car. Unless of course you're going to try and tell me that you keep roofing tar and shingles in your trunk -- just in case."

"I really just wanted to double check my work," Kyle insisted.

"Right," Judith said sarcastically before asking. "Do you do that a lot, go back on jobs?"

"I wouldn't say a lot," he admitted.

"Would you say that this was the first time you did?"

Silence gave her the answer that Kyle didn't.

"Well?"

"Okay, I was worried that I might've been a little distracted Friday night and could've missed something," he finally said.

'Distracted by what?" she inquired.

Again Kyle didn't answer.

"Distracted by me?" she said, answering for him.

He still didn't answer, at least not verbally. Instead he nodded his head just enough to agree with her.

"Well, I guess I do sometimes have that effect on some people," Judith laughed, "but, to be fair, you're a bit of a distraction yourself, you know."

Kyle didn't seem to get the joke, or at least didn't agree with it. Instead he put the beer bottle down on the ground and started to rise.

"I really should be going," he said a bit sheepishly. "I'm sorry for having bothered you."

"Okay, you can go if you want," Judith said as she also put down her own bottle, "but I'd really like you to stay."

Kyle paused in mid-motion, turning toward her with surprise on his face.

"I think that you're a very desirable young man," Judith said as she laid a hand on his arm, "and I'm quite aware that something about me interests you greatly. But I'm also old enough to know that little if anything will ever come out of that interest, at least not romantically. If you had thought this through, I think you'd have come to the same conclusion."

 

Kyle had to admit, he really hadn't thought this out beyond the short term.

"That said, however, if all you're looking for is a bit of fun, then I could definitely be up for that," she continued as she shifted her hand from his upper arm to his face, there to run the tips of her fingers across his lips. "If I might be so bold, a bit of fun is something that I think you could certainly use, and I know from experience, it's never done me any harm."

Kyle couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I'm not sure what to say," he finally said, a slight tremor in his voice.

"If you remember our conversation over coffee the other night, you'll recall that I said that you should always try to make every day count, because tomorrow may never come," Judith recounted. "What I'm saying is, in case you haven't noticed, today isn't over yet."

"I guess it's not," Kyle heard himself agree, unsure what to do next.

Judith, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do as she replaced the caress of her fingers against his mouth with those of her lips.

"So," she asked softly after the kiss ended, "do you still want to go?"

This time, Kyle was totally aware that it had been his voice that had answered no.

-=-=-=-

The kiss had been soft and inviting, leading Kyle to deliver one of his own. As he felt Judith's tongue slip into his mouth, he felt even more emboldened and this time deliberately brought a hand to the breast he had accidentally fondled days before. A loud sigh spilled from the tall woman's lips, even as she placed her own hand over his, encouraging him to squeeze her mound even harder.

Third and fourth kisses followed as Kyle pressed his body against hers, bringing a second hand into play, first cupping her other breast, then running it down the length of her body to also caress her legs. Judith, not to be outdone, slipped a hand between them and went right for the mound between his legs, pressing her palm against the hardness she found there.

"My my, it looks like someone is anxious to come out and play," she said as she ran her fingers across the bulge.

Not accustomed to a woman being so audacious, Kyles slightly blushed. A reaction that Judith found funny.

"You did tell me that you've had sex before, didn't you?" she said.

Kyle quickly confirmed that he had, but that didn't mean he had all that much experience. The girl who tried to entice him at Rossi's over the weekend notwithstanding, the nineteen year old was used to girls who at least tried to present a chaste front. Oh, they might give in eventually, but they still wanted it to appear as if they did so reluctantly.

"So hard, so big," Judith said as she stroked his manhood through his pants, "it must be uncomfortable in those tight jeans. We really should let it out to breathe, don't you think?"

Before Kyle could give an answer, not that he had any intention of saying no, Judith had already undone the buckle of his military style web belt. The button holding his pants proved little obstacle after that, and the zipper below even less so. By the time the teenager was finally able to give a response, she'd already reached in and pulled out his cock.

"Quite nice," she said as she ran her fingers up and down its length, "quite nice indeed."

She kissed the head of it, rolling her tongue over the helmet shaped top and then along its underside. Finally, she closed her lips around the upper half of his shaft, drawing it into her mouth.

"Oooooo," Kyle moaned loudly as he felt the wetness of her mouth engulf his hardness.

In less than five minutes, they had gone from sharing a kiss to his cock sliding down her throat. A transition that he wouldn't have believed if someone else had told him it had happened to them. Not even Gina Morrison, who'd been the most promiscuous girl in his graduating class and was said to be willing to go down on you if you so much as sprang for pizza and a movie, didn't work that fast.

"Do you like that?" Judith asked as she lifted her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.

"Oh God, yes!" he replied.

"Did your old girlfriend, I never got her name, did she do this for you?" she asked.

"Melanie... Melanie Gardner...," Kyle said, finding it difficult to get the words out as Judith again ran her tongue down the length of his cock. "No, no, she didn't."

Even after two years together, Melanie might spread her legs for him on a special occasion, like his birthday, but still refused to take him in her mouth. The furthest she usually was willing to go on regular dates was a hand job, and even that seemed to sometimes be given reluctantly.

"A pity," Judith offered before she again wrapped her mouth around his cock. "If she had, you might have been willing to put a ring on her finger,"

Tilting his head back, Kyle closed his eyes and let himself float in a sea of bliss. When he opened them, however, he noticed that the second floor lights of the house behind the Ryans were now on. Even more distressingly, he thought he saw a shadow move across one of the windows, suggesting that someone was looking out of it.

Panicking, he pointed out to Judith, who was now on her knees with her back to that view, that he thought that they were being watched by her neighbor.

"Fuck my neighbor," she said as she slipped her mouth off his cock just long enough to reply. She dropped her head down two more times, then lifted it off once more, adding in a jovial tone. "On second thought, I've seen the guy who lives back there; I not going to fuck him."

With her hand still tightly wrapped around the base of Kyle's cock, Judith turned her head and glanced in the direction of the building he'd been concerned about. Even if someone was looking out the window, the absence of any lighting on the back porch or anywhere else in the yard made it doubtful that they could've seen anything. Heard something though, that was another matter, as she considered that she and Kyle were indeed starting to make a bit of noise.

"Maybe we would be more comfortable inside," she suggested, lifting herself off her knees as Kyle reached down to pull his pants back up, composing himself as best he could.

-=-=-=-

No sooner had he done so, the light in the back abruptly went out. Still, taking it inside was probably the best thing, Judith thought. She didn't care if someone had seen her, but this was Montgomery's house and he would be embarrassed, to say the least, if word of how his sister had been carrying on got around.

"My bedroom is up on the second floor," she told Kyle as they stepped inside, "down the hall from the linen closet."

Reaching the staircase, she motioned for him to go first, then followed close behind him. As they ascended the stairs, Judith took a moment to appreciate the way the teenager's jeans hugged the cheeks of his ass. A thick cock was good, and Kyle's, she noted, was better than average, but she really loved a nice ass.

He was half way down the corridor when Judith stopped him, placing a hand on his upper arm to get his attention. As long as they were inside, she asked, would he mind taking a quick shower before they did anything more. It wasn't that she didn't love the smell of a man, but working out in the sun all day had left Kyle with a bit more of it than she preferred.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Kyle said, thinking that he should've thought of that himself.

"I'll get you some towels," Judith said as, after pointing out which of the other doors led to the bathroom, she headed for the linen closet.

-=-=-=-

Stripping down to his boxers, Kyle laid his clothes on the edge of the sink in a neat pile. Then he pulled back the curtain on the old fashioned shower, which was suspended from piping attached to the ceiling above the clawfoot tub. The handle which converted the water flow from tub to shower was simple enough. All you had to do was turn from perpendicular to straight up to redirect the water flow. But before he did that, he let the water run in bath mode to let it warm up first.

"I'll throw these in the wash," Kyle heard Judith say, causing him to quickly turn around and see her standing there with his soiled clothes in her hands.

But when she didn't move to do so, he was confused.

Judith dropped her gaze, making it clear that she was waiting for his underwear.

"Oh, yeah," he replied, laying his hands on the sides of their elastic band, only to hesitate.

"Seriously?" Judith said, her tone a mix of humor and annoyance. "Ten minutes ago you had your cock in my mouth and now you're suddenly bashful about dropping your shorts?"

It was silly, really, but Kyle had suddenly had a flashback of how, when he was younger, his mother would walk unannounced into the bathroom for his dirty laundry, just as he was about to get into the shower. A too often occurrence that had led to him not taking off his shorts until he was actually in the shower.

"I'm not your mother, Kyle," Judith laughed when he explained his hesitation. "Unless, considering what we did out on the back porch, there's something you want to tell me?"

"No, definitely no," Kyle said, horrified at the suggestion.

As he handed her his boxers, Judith checked out his reflection in the large wall mirrors, admiring his well-developed form. A small smile filled her face as she confirmed her earlier appraisal.

'I was right,' she thought, 'that is one fine ass.'

With the water now warm, Kyle turned the valve that would shift it to the showerhead and stepped into the tub. He soaped up his body, washing away the day's exertions, paying special attention to his cock, balls and between the cheeks of his ass, covering them all with the bubbly foam. Then, stepping back under the steady stream, he rinsed the suds off. Finally, he reached down and shut off the water before stepping out onto the bath rug and reaching for one of the towels Judith had brought.

-=-=-=-

Walking out into the hall, Kyle turned toward the bedroom that Judith said was hers. When he opened the door, he found it empty; evidently she was still down in the basement with the washing machine. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked around the room, noting that it had a more modern appearance than the rest of the house. But then again, she said this was her bedroom.

'Hmm, don't you look all squeaky clean," Judith said as she stepped into the room, prompting Kyle to quickly rise to his feet.

A look of anticipation filled the grey haired woman as she stepped up to Kyle and undid the towel knot that was keeping it wrapped around his body. The large white sheet fell to the floor, leaving the body it had covered totally exposed.

"Did I mention that I really like your crew cut?" she said as she took a small step back. "It reminds me of some of those fine young soldiers I used to give physicals to."

Kyle couldn't help but wonder if any of those physicals might have been given outside of a medical office.

Placing an outstretched hand on the center of his chest, Judith ran her fingers across the smooth flesh, gently stroking the lightly covered hairs across it before sliding it down to his crotch. There to briefly caress his cock and balls before bringing it back to his torso and pushing Kyle onto the bed.

"I guess since you've shown me yours," she said as she took a few steps back, "it's time to show you mine."

After running her fingers across her small mounds, Judith brought her hands to her hips and made a complete spin, giving Kyle a chance to see her from all sides. Next she slipped out of her shoes and began to undo the narrow belt around her waist, sliding it free before dropping it to the floor. Another half turn followed, after which she backed toward him, inviting him to pull down the zipper that ran down the back of her dress. Once he did so, she retraced her steps and returned to her original position.

Gripping the bottom sides of the dress, Judith pulled it slowly upward, bunching the material in her hands until her legs and lower abdomen came into view, putting on display what Kyle first took to be a pair of panties, bright white with a highly noticeable damp spot in the middle of them. But when she lifted the dress the rest of the way, carrying it over her head before letting it flutter to the floor, he saw that it had actually been a one piece bodysuit under the dress.

Kyle had seen a similar outfit before, hanging in the shower to dry. It belonged to his sister, Carrie. The stockings and the garter belt that were attached to it, however, were new to him; his sister only wore pantyhose. The accoutrements did look much like something a nude model had been wearing in an old black and white photo from the fifties that he'd once found in his brother's sock drawer. He couldn't be totally sure, though, because Bill had caught him and angrily took it away, insinuating that the youngest Giordano wasn't old enough to be looking at pictures like that.

Bending slightly and bringing both hands to her right thigh, Judith undid the clasps holding that stocking up. Then, lifting her leg upward, she rolled the sheer hosiery downward, slipping it over her foot to join the growing pile to the right. Its twin followed a few moments later.

Feeling Kyle's eyes fixed upon her, Judith made another spin, this time a quarter turn to the left, and then the same to the right, again running extended fingers along the underside of her breasts before continuing upward with her right hand to take hold of the undergarment's shoulder strap and began to slide it down her arm.

Kyle had seen women undress before, the first having been Carrie, who he had observed surreptitiously one night when he was thirteen. It hadn't mattered to him that they were related by blood, a set of boobs was a set of boobs as far as he was concerned. He wouldn't see another girl in that manner until five years later when he finally convinced Melanie to show him hers.

As much as he hated to admit it in the case of his sister, both she and Melanie had far hotter bodies than the woman a few feet in front of him. A declaration that would probably have even held true when Judith had been in her prime. And yet, there was something in the way she moved, perhaps the slowness of it, that filled him with an excitement neither of the other two had produced.

After lowering the left strap as well, Judith paused for a breath, cupping each breast with the palm of its corresponding hand. She then pulled the material downward, one side at a time, exposing each mound in turn. Kyle was surprised by the dark, almost brownish color of her small but pert nipples. Carrie's and Melanie's had both been a bright pink. Her breasts were firmer than he expected for a woman her age, but then again, she still followed the same daily exercise that she did in her early army days.

Judith continued to pull the bodysuit down until it reached waist level, where she paused. Just long enough to again turn around so her back faced Kyle before picking up where she left off, now sliding the last of the suit over the cheeks of her ass, revealing those plump mounds as well. Now totally nude, turned around one last time, raising her arms behind her head as she did so, inviting Kyle to take a good look at her in all her glory.

"Well, what do you think of the old lady?" she asked.

Rising to his feet, Kyle took a larger step forward, trying to think of what to say. As much as he wanted to say something profound, all he could think of was a joke he his uncle once told, about a woman's carpet matching the drapes. The thick bush covering the sixty-two year old's mound certainly did that, but thankfully he kept the joke to himself.

-=-=-=-

"Cat got your tongue, huh," Judith asked as she also took a broad step forward. "Well, let's see what we can do to loosen it."

Slipping one hand around the back of his head and the other under his arm to take hold of his upper back, the tall woman pulled the two of them together, their lips meeting and her tongue pressing its way into the recesses of his mouth. The contact did indeed spark his tongue back to life as an electric surge flashed through both bodies.

Judith brought both hands to the sides of Kyle's face, kissing him even more fiercely, running her fingers across his tightly cropped hair and then down the length of his naked back, not stopping until they were resting against the ass she had so admired earlier. Kyle strived to match her intensity, laying his hands against her sides and then gliding them upward, taking hold of her breasts, squeezing each orb softly. His fingers pressed against her excited nipples as each grew even harder.

Without slowing down, they made their way toward the bed, where Kyle twisted the two of them around and eased Judith down onto the mattress. He quickly followed her, bringing their mouths together once more as she again slipped her hand around his head and pulled him closer. They kissed for long minutes, with hands moving up and down their naked forms, discovering each other's most intimate areas.

Kyle made his way to her left breast, closing his mouth around its extended nipple and drawing it between his lips. Judith moaned softly in response, delighting in the feeling as he orally caressed her sensitive flesh. He twirled his tongue, following the outline of her areola, leaving a wet circle in his wake. Then he shifted his attention to her other mound where he repeated his performance.

"Just like that," she said in encouragement, "that's right, suck on my nipple -- suck on it hard."

As he followed her instructions, Judith spread her legs and ran hands down between them. Her fingers brushed against the center of her hair covered mound, parting the folds and exposing the even more sensitive expanse within. Pressing her middle and index fingers against her clit, she rubbed it vigorously, sending ripples of delight radiating out across her body.

Kyle meanwhile continued to suckle at her breasts, adding to the pleasures she was feeling. Every once in a while, he would shift his head and kiss her on the lips as well. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around the teenager's upper thighs, Judith simultaneously brought her arms down from the opposite direction, planting her hands on the center of his back, putting the smaller man in a body lock.

They rocked back and forth, her breasts mashed against his chest and his cock pressed up against her pubic mound. Each new rotation carried them further down the road to paradise. This also went on for a while until Judith shifted her hands from Kyle's back to the side of his head, lifting it upward so she could see his face.

"Have you ever eaten pussy, Kyle?" she asked.

"A little," he replied ambiguously, hoping that she didn't ask him to elaborate, because his only time doing so had been quite brief.

"Well, you're about to get a lot more experience," Judith smiled as, guiding him down the length of her body, she spread her legs and placed his head almost directly against her already wet mound.

Kyle had seen a few photos in an adult magazine of a man going down on a woman, as well as a poorly made 8mm porn reel at a stag party, so he had at least a sense of how to get started. He slipped an arm under each of her thighs, gripping them tightly, even as he brought his mouth to less than an inch from her pussy. Already primed by her own earlier efforts, Judith's sex was already quite aroused, the scent filling his nostrils.

He reached out with the tip of his tongue, moving his head inward at the same time until it could slip past the folds of her mound and slide along the pink sugar walls beyond. Letting out a soft moan as she arched her upper body, Judith let him know that he had, if only by chance, hit her most sensitive spot on his first try.

"Yes, right there," she confirmed excitedly.

Working his tongue up and down, Kyle began to scribe the letters of the alphabet across the soft flesh. The idea had seemed silly when he'd first read it in a book, but in practice it certainly seemed to be working. Judith's body began to heave up and down, causing the teenager to press even closer, so as to not lose his place. By the time he got to N, those gyrations had begun to give way to pre-convulsions.

 

"Keep going," Judith urged him, falling back on the command voice that used to terrify younger nurses in her ward. "Lick my pussy, suck on my clit."

Kyle had almost forgotten about the latter and for a moment was unsure where exactly to find it. Judith solved that problem quick enough as she again grabbed the sides of his head with both hands and directed him to it.

"There, right there," she thundered.

Satisfied that her apprentice had indeed found his mark, Judith removed her hands from the side of his head and moved to lay them on top of the hands he still had above her thighs. Pulling them upward, she laid them on her breasts instead, inviting him to play with them once more.

She wasn't sure if the nineteen year old was incredibly lucky, or just naturally gifted, but in much less time than she thought possible, Kyle brought her to the edge of fruition, causing her to once more grab the sides of his head and press her mound hard against his face.

"Oh God, yes," she cried out, "fuck me with your tongue!"

In less than another minute, her body abruptly stiffened, then exploded as a shattering climax rocked her world. One that set almost every inch of her on fire.

Her reaction was so incendiary that it scared Kyle. He had never seen a woman orgasm and thought she was having a seizure. Which in truth she was, but the very best kind.

"Are you all right?" Kyle, who had lifted himself into an upright position, asked once her body had stopped quivering.

"More than all right," she responded, her face beaming with satisfaction. "That was spectacular."

Kyle wasn't totally sure what he'd done, but it was clear that he'd done it right.

"Just give me a bit to collect myself, and then we'll see about taking care of you," Judith said.

She excused herself to use the bathroom, spending a good ten minutes or so in there. When she finally emerged, however, she looked refreshed and ready to go another round.

-=-=-=-

Stretched out on the bed, his head propped up against the headboard's pillows, Kyle watched as Judith climbed onto the bottom of the bed, and then worked her way up alongside his body. She ran her hand over his cock, sliding her fingers under his balls and then along the length of his shaft, stirring it back to life. She covered his thighs with kisses, shifting from leg to leg before following the same path her fingers had taken with her lips and tongue, finally slipping the head of his cock back in her mouth.

Kyle moaned softly as Judith let the head of his cock slide in and out of her mouth, sending a wave of pleasure racing across his body. She continued up across his stomach, replacing the wetness of her mouth with the soft caress of her hand. A trail of soft kisses and gentle licks traced a path to his chest, where she demonstrated the same oral attention on his nipples, bringing them to hardness as well.

"No one's ever done that to you before, have they?" Judith said as she looked up at the surprised look on his face. "Feels good though, doesn't it?"

Kyle nodded that it did.

"Well, this is going to feel even better," she promised.

With that, she kissed him once more before swinging her left leg across his midsection, then shifting her body so that it was suspended over him. Another volley of kisses followed, with Kyle reaching up and playing with her breasts at the same time. Judith reached down between them and firmly took hold of his cock, which, she noted with an appreciative smile, was rock hard.

She placed the tip of it against her pussy, easing her body downward just enough that his cockhead pressed past the folds of her sex. His hand replaced hers, holding his manhood steady as, inch by inch, she impaled herself on it, burying his full length within her.

"I was right, wasn't I?," Judith asked as she gently gyrated her body, massaging the hardness inside her. "This does feel better, right?"

Kyle didn't need to answer with words; the look on his face said it all. Especially once Judith began to slide up and down on his cock, easing her body forward against his, then dropping back, each time sending a surge of delight through both their forms. She slowly picked up her pace and with it, the intensity of those joyful tremors.

Kyle took advantage of the nearness of Judith's breasts to lock his mouth on the closer one as it bounced in front of his face. He sucked deeply on her dark nipple, releasing it only to do the same with its twin.

As Judith lifted her body a bit more, it allowed Kyle to have more control over both the pace of his penetrations and the length of his strokes as his cock plunged deep into her. His hands moved to her hips, helping to hold her steady as they bounced with even greater abandon, quickly becoming a blur of motion.

After uncounted minutes, Judith arched her body back, laying almost flat, allowing Kyle to shift position and climb on top of her, quickly sliding his cock back into her with ease. He did so about a half dozen times, only to pause as the larger woman laid a hand on his cock to keep it inside of her and, whispering further instructions, eased the two of them onto their sides.

Their new position was not only more comfortable, but it allowed Kyle to once more play with her breasts and kiss her on the mouth as well. At the same time, Judith began using the hand that had held his cock inside her to manipulate her clitoris instead.

"Harder," Judith cried out, "fuck me harder!"

Sweat ran down both their bodies and Kyle couldn't believe how different this was from the night he'd lost his virginity. That had been a hurried, somewhat disappointing affair, only memorable for the fact that it had been his first time.

Again following her lead, Kyle returned to his previous stance, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she locked her legs around his lower back. Once more they lurched forward and back, moans of satisfaction filling the air. Both knew they were close, and Judith had one more play to try.

After whispering her intent into Kyle's ear, she untangled herself and slipped off him completely, setting herself up on her knees with her backside to him. With cock still in hand, he took his place behind her, guiding his hardness into her pussy for what would be the last time, then resumed the steady rhythm they had established over the last quarter hour.

"Deeper, deeper," Judith repeated over and over like a mantra, spurred on by the oscillating waves of euphoric delight radiating throughout her body.

Similar echoes of joy also filled Kyle as he too neared what he knew was the finish line. He also tried to articulate what he wanted, but all he was able to manage was a series of enthusiastic grunts, as words were beyond him at this point. That didn't seem to matter, though, because, after a few beats more, the point became academic as he exploded inside Judith with devastating force. An eruption that set off a further chain reaction of orgasmic delights, spreading out from her core to reach every inch of her body.

-=-=-=-

The room was well filled with sunlight when Kyle opened his eyes, shaking his head to throw off the last effects of a deep sleep. It took a few seconds to remember where he was, but once he did, a smile filled his face, at least until he glanced at the clock on the night table and saw that it was a quarter to nine.

"Oh shit, I have to be at the work site by ten or my father's going to have my ass," he exclaimed as he threw off a sheet and spun up in bed.

"Well he can't have it, it's mine," he heard Judith chuckle from behind him, "or at least it was last night."

Turning to face the naked woman lying on the other side of the bed, Kyle was amazed to find that she even looked great first thing in the morning. Of course, he was still seeing her through the afterglow of an incredible night. One that had an encore sometime in the early morning hours, a second act that had been as amazing as the first.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat before you go?" Judith asked as she rose from the bed, causing the sheet that had been covering her to slip off, exposing the soft breasts that Kyle had gotten to know so intimately.

"No, I don't have time," he said, momentarily distracted from his search for his scattered clothes, only belatedly remembering that Judith had tossed them in the wash.

"Suit yourself," Judith said as she took in his naked form one last time. "but it's your loss. I'm almost as good in the kitchen as I am in bed. Your clothes, by the way, are over there on the chair. While you were sleeping, I ran them through the dryer and brought them up."

Spotting his pants and shirt piled neatly on the chair she'd indicated, Kyle quickly grabbed them. The offer of breakfast was tempting as he was rather hungry, and her boast about her culinary skills, well, she had been fucking incredible in bed. So much so that it might be worth incurring his father's wrath to find out if that was indeed true. But before he could decide, the shrill ring of the phone on the nightstand filled the air.

"Excuse me, lover," Judith grinned as she moved past him and, lifting the phone off the table, she held the cradle in her left hand while bringing the receiver to her ear with her right.

Kyle couldn't make out the voice on the other end of the conversation, but it was clear that it was someone that Judith knew. Then again, who else would be calling this early?

"No, you didn't wake me," he heard her say as she carried the phone over to the other side of the room.

Seemingly unconcerned that she was standing naked in front of the bedroom window, Judith swayed back and forth as she talked. The motion of her body made it hard for Kyle to follow even her end of the conversation.

"Don't be ridiculous, you can call me anytime," he heard her say before again turning her back to him, cutting off what came next. By the time she came around again, all he got was the last of her goodbye.

"Who was that?" he inquired as she slipped his pants on over his underwear.

"That, believe it or not, was your grandmother," Judith said.

"Oh my God, what did she want?" Kyle said with a touch of panic.

"Relax, tiger, it's not like she knows you're here," she quipped. "She was just calling to see how I made out."

"Made out?" he asked.

"With the roof," Judith clarified. "She said she had wanted to call me on Saturday, but didn't want to disturb my weekend."

"What did you tell her?" Kyle asked as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Why, the truth, of course," Judith said as she stepped back over to where Kyle was standing and laid the phone back on the night table. "I told her you did a fantastic job plugging my hole."

"You what?" he said, a look of shock filling his face.

"Well you did, didn't you?" Judith laughed.

Kyle then laughed as well.

"Well, if you plan to be at work by ten, you probably should get going," Judith then said, "because I doubt what your father will do to your ass will be anywhere near as pleasant as what I did."

Realizing she was right, Kyle gave her a quick kiss and headed for the bedroom door.

Stepping back over to the window, this time obscuring her body with the drape, Judith watched as Kyle raced down the walk and into his car. She continued to stand there until he had pulled away.

'I'd better be getting dressed myself,' she told herself. 'I'm supposed to meet Fred for an early lunch.'

The reason for her 'date' with her old friend was mundane rather than salacious; she merely wanted to talk to him about getting a good used car. Now that she had decided to stay in the area, she was going to need one. Although, if she decided to continue anything with the young man who had just shared her bed, having people see her and Fred together during the day might make them less inclined to wonder where she was spending her nights. She was sure Fred wouldn't mind; she'd covered for him plenty of times back in high school.

As she let the shower warm up, she wondered what Kyle's reaction would be if she told him that, were a bit older, he'd have been more the perennial bachelors type than she ever was. But then again, this was small town America, not cosmopolitan Europe, so some things were probably better left unsaid.

If she did continue with Kyle for the few weeks she estimated it would take to get her affairs in order and find an apartment over in Redwood, the first item on the agenda would be to find a place for them to do so once Montgomery came home. Her brother would put up with a lot from her, but having his sister screwing a boy a third her age in his house was more than he was going to put up with. Perhaps Fred could help with that as well.

As she stepped into the shower, she promised herself that she'd worry about that tomorrow. After all, first she had to enjoy what was left of today.

END

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