Good Neighbors

Author's note: I submitted this story in the Mature category because its themes definitely fit, but truth be told, this story is a romance. Don't get me wrong, it's plenty sexy, some of it dirty, but if you want pure raunchiness, and dislike romantic themes, it might not be for you.

If you decide to give it the full read (it's long), I greatly appreciate it. This is only my third story. Please check out my other two! And rate it please. Thanks to the community!

It's move-in day! Trent stayed in the dorm for his freshman and sophomore years, but finally he's getting his own place off campus. It's not a fancy swanky place, but it's not shitty either. A nice one bedroom middle of the road apartment for the son of a middle class family. HIs parents are paying his rent as long as he stays in school, keeps his GPA up, and works part-time for his own spending money.

Trent is a responsible young man. He doesn't drink or do drugs. He doesn't party. His hobbies are the 'nerdy' kind. He collects light sabres. When he was younger, he was into Pokemon and Anime. He would rather play D&D than hit the club. If you were to assume he's still a virgin, however, you would be surprisingly incorrect. He was genetically gifted with natural, effortless attractiveness, a tall frame, a slender but well defined build, beautiful baby blue eyes, and sandy brown hair. While he doesn't have the rizz to pull hot sorority skanks, that doesn't matter; they're not who he wants anyway. He does fairly well, however, with the girls in his own social circle.

As he moves into his own apartment, he feels more grown-up and mature than he ever has. He'll have responsibilities here that he didn't have in the dorm. And liberties too. He's living in 'the real world' now. He's amongst real public citizens. People who get up and go to work, not school. The gravity of the situation is not lost on him. He hopes he can be a good neighbor to those around him.

He was only an hour into his move-in when he met his first neighbor. It was Beverly, from right next door.

"Hello young man," she begins.

"Hello," he replies.

"I'm Beverly Henson, I live next door in 204."

"Hi, I'm Trent Mathews. I'll be living right here, in..." He has to look on the door because he's forgotten, "...203."

"Well, welcome. Do you go to A&M?"

"Yes, ma'am. How did you know?"

"Well, you look college aged. What are you, 20? 21?"

"I'm 20 ma'am."

"Oh, good god, you don't have to call me 'ma'am'. I realize it's how you were raised, and it's good manners and all, but I'm trying to not feel old, so knock it off. Call me Bev."

"Ok, Bev."

Getting back to how she knew he was a college student, "You also look smart. You know how some people just look dumb and others look smart? You look smart."

"I make decent grades,"

"That's good, but grades don't measure everything. Grades just show how well you can memorize and recall information."

"Yeah, I know. Smart doesn't equal wise."

"That's a wise thing to say. It's good you understand that."

"That's what my dad always says."

"He sounds wise." Returning to how she knew, "And the last thing that gave it away was that Texas A&M pennant and that Reveille stuffed animal in that box over there."

"Oh, yeah. Dead giveaway. My sister got that for me and wanted me to take it with me to school."

"It's cute. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself, and get to know my new neighbor a little bit."

"Thanks. It was very nice to meet you ma..... Bev."

"I'll see you around, kid."

"I'll see ya."

Trent was happy to have had a positive interaction with one of his new neighbors already. He thought it might be kind of lonely to move into a place where people all just kept to themselves and didn't talk much.

He couldn't help but notice Bev was quite attractive for her age. It's totally indecent to ask, so he would just have to assume she was 50 to 55. She was tall for a woman, nearly as tall as he was. She was slim. She had fair, smooth skin that appeared to be unweathered and well cared-for. She had just past shoulder length natural red hair that was about 1/2 silvered, but the silver passed for blonde in bright sunlight. And her smell... the opposite of 'old lady smell'. It was intoxicating and arousing. It makes you forget that she is ageable. Trent had a fleeting image of Bev in sexy lingerie pop into his head, and then leave as quickly. 'What the hell? Where did that come from?' he thought.

He decided to get back to work, bringing his stuff in from the truck. Once he finally has all the stuff inside, he takes the truck back to the rental lot, and gets an Uber back to the apartment. It's been a long day, and he's exhausted and famished. He was just about to walk over to theTaco Bell across the street, when he caught the smell of something good. It was coming from Beverly's apartment. Just then, she came out.

"Hey, there. You again. Did you get it all done?"

"Well, it's all inside. Still gotta unpack and organize."

"Oh, I hate packing and unpacking. I hate moving. That's probably why I've been here so long."

"How long is long?"

"About 5 years."

"That's not that long, I guess. To stay that long it must be an ok place. You must not hate it."

"It's alright. I just miss my house."

"What happened to your house? I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I shouldn't pry."

"No, it's ok. It doesn't bother me to talk about it anymore. My husband passed away 6 years ago. Long story short, I couldn't stay in our house, so I sold it. I didn't want to buy another house; I wanted to live somewhere where I wasn't tied down, so I signed a lease here. Been here ever since."

"I'm sorry about your husband."

"It's ok." Changing the subject, "Where you headed?"

"I was just gonna go grab someTaco Bell."

"How would you like homemade fried chicken instead?"

"That sounds delicious, actually."

"Well, come on in. I've got enough for the both of us."

Beverly's apartment does not look like the home of an elderly woman. Fairly modernized throughout. 60 inch OLED TV. Surround Sound. Smart appliances. A couple of IKEA items. In fact, Trent was kind of jealous. She leads him to the table where there are suspiciously already 2 plates, as if she was expecting him.

"Have a seat. I'll bring it out."

She heads into the kitchen and returns with a platter of fried chicken, and a bowl of mashed potatoes. "White meat or dark?"

"It doesn't matter to me. It's all good."

She serves him a breast and a thigh. Then she dishes some potatoes onto his plate. Then she serves herself and sits down.

"Dig in. I hope you like it. I made it in my Ninja Air Fryer."

"My parents have one of those. It's pretty useful."

"Well, I try to eat healthy. I hope you're not disappointed that it's not 'real' fried chicken. I worked in fitness for about 10 years before I retired, and I still try to take good care of myself."

"I can tell; you look amazing." He freezes. Why did he say that? Where did it come from? He wishes he could have a magic 5 second rewind. Beverly smiles. Not just a 'thank you' smile. A 'Ooh, so glad you noticed' smile. There is awkwardness.... until Beverly fixes it.

"Well that's very nice of you to say. You're quite a handsome young man yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Trent thinks, 'What a totally inappropriate question,' but just answers, "Not at the moment."

"Interesting."

There is silence. Trent begins to eat his chicken. Beverly does too. Trent picks his up and eats it with his hands. Beverly slices the meat off with a fork and knife.

"This is really great. Thank you."

"It's no problem for me. I love cooking. I love having someone to cook for," she says suggestively.

They both eat their dinner, Beverly sneaking glances at Trent, and Trent trying not to make eye contact.

Once he's finished, "Thank you again. That was delicious. So much better than what I had planned."

"Happy to, anytime."

"Well, I'd better go. I've still got some more I need to get done before I call it a night."

"Sure. Don't be a stranger."

He lets himself out, walks the ten steps to his door, and goes inside. Beverly is an attractive woman at her current age, but Trent can tell that in her prime, she was an absolute knockout stunner. For the rest of the evening, he couldn't stop thinking about her. 'It's just because I was so hungry and she fed me,' he tries to tell himself, but he doesn't even believe it. He thinks about her while he's brushing his teeth. He thinks about her while he's putting sheets on his bed. He thinks about her while he's laying there trying to sleep. He falls asleep and dreams about her.

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It took a couple of days, but Trent finally is completely unpacked and has his apartment set up the way he wants it. He looks around and feels grown up. 'This is my place,' he tells himself. His collections are on display on shelves. His posters are up. His meager 24" TV is connected to his DVR and his Playstation.

"Well, it's time to break in the new place," he says, opening his laptop and heading over to PH. He scrolls through top rated videos, and finds quite a lot of hot young '18 year olds', who unfathomably have a decade of sexual experience, based on the stuff they're doing. It's just not getting him going this time. He branches out. He clicks the tab 'Mature', and enjoys what he finds there. His dick twitches and lengthens in his shorts. He scrolls, and finds a woman with strikingly similar features to Bev. Red hair with silver streaks and smooth skin. He clicks. It's clearly not Bev, but could be her sister, if she had one. This woman tames a young stud and rides him smoothly. Trent lowers his shorts because his dick is fully hard now. He spits in his hand, and begins stroking. Now the woman is riding him reverse cowgirl, and the camera zooms close to her red bush, as she bounces up and down on his cock. Trent is now actively imagining Bev riding him in such a way. He's getting close.....

Knock. knock, knock. 'Oh shit,' he thinks, as he notices his blinds are not quite closed all the way. He closes the laptop and yanks his shorts up quickly. He's trying to get his breath under control as he walks to the door. He looks through the peephole; it's Bev. He doesn't want to be rude to his friendly new neighbor after she fed him a delicious dinner a couple nights ago. He cracks the door open.

"Hey, neighbor! You all moved in and set up?"

"Oh, hey, Bev. I was just taking a nap. Yeah, got everything done."

"Must have been having a good dream."

Trent is still pitching a tent in his shorts. "Oh, god, sorry," he says as he steps behind his door.

"What are you sorry for? Honey, it's no big deal. I was married for 35 years, I know how it works."

"Yeah, but still...," He trails off. "What's up? What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you were handy with tools."

"Yeah, some. What's going on?"

"My closet door is loose on its hinges. Think you could tighten them up?"

"Yeah, probably. Give me a few minutes and I'll come over and take a look."

"Thanks! You know where I'll be." She heads back to her place.

Trent checks to see if his hard-on has gone, and it has. 'Oh my god, that was so embarrassing,' he thinks. 'It's no big deal, she didn't actually see it.' He goes to his closet and grabs his tools, then walks over. He knocks.

"Come on in, and thanks."

"Well, I haven't fixed anything yet."

She leads him to her bedroom. He observes that her apartment layout is symmetrically a mirror image to his own. As he enters her room, he sees her bed is against the wall that they share. Right on the other side of that wall is his own bed.

"It's this door." She gives it a wiggle and Trent sees the problem immediately.

"Your hinge screws have backed out a little. I can tighten them up again, but if this happens again soon, then the holes are stripped and you'll need to get longer screws."

"So you can fix it?"

"Well, just for now, but it might not last."

"Ok, just do what you can please." Her phone rings. "Oh, I've got to take this. I'm going to step into the living room while you work on that."

He gets out a screwdriver and tightens the screws. It takes all of 35 seconds. He can hear her chatting on the phone with someone down the hall in the living room. Suddenly he gets an urge, and he knows it's wrong, but he does it anyway. He opens her top dresser drawer, and jackpot, it's what he hoped it would be: underwear. He sifts through. These are not the garments of an old lady who is done with trying to turn men on. These were hot. Black lace, red lace, a couple of thongs. He picks up a pink bra with little hearts on it and looks at the tag- 32B. He hears her continue her conversation down the hall. He closes the drawer and goes over to her nightstand and opens the drawer there. A book, a reading light, a stethoscope, a magazine, a crossword puzzle book, and, what have we here? A vibrator. He picks it up, and against his better judgement (which left him several minutes ago anyway), turns it on. It buzzes loudly, louder than he expected. It startles him and he drops it on the floor where it makes even more noise. He's scrambling and fumbling, trying to turn it off and put it away as fast as he can. Finally silenced, he puts it back and closes the drawer. 'That's enough danger for one day,' he thinks as he picks up his toolbag and heads out to the living room. Beverly is still on the phone, but she's wrapping up the call.

"All done," he says, just as she hung up.

"Wow that was fast," she praises. "Thank you again. It's nice to have someone handy around."

"I'll do what I can."

She looks at him knowingly. He's wondering whether or not she knows what he did.

"So what do you like to do, Trent? What are your hobbies?"

"Pretty normal stuff, I guess. Video games, movies, comics, you know."

"Do you have anything that you enjoy that's not so mainstream? That's kind of uncommon and unique? Something you might not expect from a 20-year-old college man."

"I don't know if you would call this unique or uncommon, but I play piano. I've written a few songs."

"Oh, that's wonderful. I love music. Do you think you might play for me sometime?"

"Well, I don't have a piano, obviously, and I left my keyboard back at my parents house because I didn't know if I would have room for it here. I guess next time I go home I could get it and bring it because I do have a space for it."

"Wonderful! I look forward to it. Do you have any shows that you keep up with?"

"I stay pretty busy with school work, and I find it hard to invest the time into a long-running show, but there is one that I do intend to watch. Have you heard of Game of Thrones?"

"Yeah, I have, actually. It looks kind of interesting."

"All my friends have been recommending it to me, and they're surprised I haven't ever watched it, because they know I love fantasy and sci-fi. My favorite movies are the Lord of the Rings trilogy."

"I saw that you do have a TV, but if you'd rather watch it over here, I would watch with you. I've got a pretty decent home theater setup."

"I see that. That's a really nice offer, and I might take you up on that."

"Just let me know."

"I will." Trent is starting to pick up on what would be completely obvious to anybody else: Bev is flirting with him. "Well, I better go. I've got to get back to.,.." his mind blanks.

"Your 'nap'?" She actually makes air quotes with her fingers, which Trent does not seem to appreciate.

"I was actually just fixing to get up and take care of some stuff."

"Well I won't hold you up. Thanks again for stopping by and helping me out."

"No problem, See you later." He heads back over to his place. His head is cluttered with questions. Is Bev really flirting with him? Or was she just being friendly in an old-fashioned way that resembles flirting? And If she really was, is she being serious or just messing around with him for fun? He tries to put the whole situation out of mind. Oh, well. These are questions for another time.

Trent has every intention of finishing what he started before he was interrupted, but this time he goes to his bedroom and shuts the door instead of sitting in the living room like a fool. He could not, however, deny the appeal of jerking in the living room. It's something one can only do when they are the master of their own dwelling, as he now is.

He reopens the laptop, and the video he was previously watching is still onscreen, except now this woman looks even more like Bev than she did before. 'Did I see that bra in her drawer?' he thinks. Being only 20, it was only a matter of seconds before his dick was fully hard again. He resumes self-pleasuring. The woman in the video has now gotten up off the stud's cock, and knelt in front of him with her mouth open. He stands to deliver the money shot. Trent shoots a rope of cum about 8 inches into the air at about the same time as the stud in the video. His cum lands in her mouth and on her cheek and chin, while Trent's lands on his own stomach. He closes the browser, then closes his laptop, then grabs a t-shirt from the floor and wipes his stomach off.

In the new absence of sound, he hears something now that he couldn't before over the sound of onscreen fucking. It's a mild humming. No, a buzzing. Is it electrical interference? Where is it coming from precisely? He follows the sound, until he presses his ear against his bedroom wall. The wall he shares with Bev. 'Is that what I think it is?' Yeah probably. It sounds much like what he heard earlier, just muffled by drywall. 'Wait, if I can hear that, then she can probably hear me!' His alarm begins to fade as he realizes that he could barely hear anything through the wall, and it's unlikely at her age that her hearing is as good as it once was.

Still, he's convinced that Bev was in her room, wanding her pussy with her vibrator, just moments after he left. Many young men would feel a little creeped thinking that their older retired neighbor was masturbating to fantasies of them. Not Trent. He loves it. It's making him a little hard again, and it's only been a few minutes since he came. He is honestly really trying not to think of her in that way, but he knows too much now. He's seen things. He decides in this moment that he will not pursue Beverly, but if she pursues him, he will be receptive and responsive. He has no idea what to expect, but he's open to it.

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Time passes. Trent and Bev are legitimate friends now. Bev having Trent over for dinner is now a common occurrence. She really is an excellent cook, and Trent would be a fool to reject her offers. In these dinnertime moments, Trent is conflicted mentally. He can't not notice Bev's attractiveness, but he feels a sense of grandmotherly warmth emanate from her.

Trent does errands and chores for Bev. It seems like there's usually something that needs fixing in her place. Trent has begun to suspect that she sabotages some of her own stuff just to get him to come over. He doesn't care. He's happy to feel needed and wanted, and to be rescued from the loneliness of solitary living. In the dorm, he was ecstatic for his opportunities to have the place to himself when his roommate was out, but things feel different here.

Trent and Bev have begun watching Game of Thrones together. He was unaware and unprepared for the sheer amount of sex and nudity in the show. As a young man, he still gets hard easily at the mere sight of a nude woman. Trent wiggles in his seat as Jaime brings several prostitutes into Tyrion's room.

Bev glances over and sees Trent's cock growing and lengthening down the leg of his shorts. "You ok over there? Is the couch uncomfortable?" Bev asks, smiling.

Trent and Bev have become more flirtatious with each other, and no longer feel the embarrassment and awkwardness one would usually feel in this elder-younger dynamic.

"I'm doing just fine. Pretty good actually. You were 'married for 35 years,' and you 'know how it works'." Trent gives her own words back to her. "How are you doing? Does this bother you?"

"What, the sex in the show? No, of course not. I'm mature enough to watch and keep it all in context."

She said 'mature,' and Trent is reminded of the porn category he's become fond of.

Trent ventures a risque question, "Well, do you like it?"

"I'll put it this way: I'm alive and healthy. Take from that what you will."

As they continue watching, Trent's mind once again wanders into sexual fantasies with Bev. By the time Jaime is fucking Cersei in the tower, he notices Bev squirming a little at her end of the couch. 'Oh my god, she's actually getting wet!' Trent thinks. He side-eyes her wiggling side to side, rubbing her thighs together.

"What's the matter over there? 'Couch uncomfortable'?" he asks mockingly.

She does not stop. "No, everything's just fine." She smiles at him.

As the first episode comes to an end, they sit without moving for a few moments. "Well, what do you think?" he asks.

"I've never really been into the fantasy genre, but this is actually pretty good. The characters are interesting; they make you care about them."

"Do you like it enough to keep watching?"

"Yeah, I do. We could do one episode every other night. Would that work for you?" Bev begins to feel as if she is coming across as too needy, "Or whatever schedule fits for you. I know you've got friends and a social life, and homework...."

"Yeah, every other night works for me. 8 o'clock?"

"Sure, great! I'll have something nice made for us when you get here."

"You're awesome. Looking forward to it. I gotta go get some sleep tonight, though. I've got an early class." He heads toward the door.

"Alright, Good night."

"Good night." He exits, and then enters back at his own apartment. Trent is now horny, as has become common after spending time with Bev. In his room, he opens his laptop and goes to Google. He has a suspicion. 'Can women masturbate without using their hands?' he types. He discovers syntribation, and reads on. 'Oh my god, that's what she was doing! She was tribbing herself right in front of me!' Trent has had a modest partial erection since he left Bev's apartment, but his hard-on is now full and throbbing. He closes his eyes and replays in his mind Bev squirming and wiggling on the couch, rubbing her legs together. Trent strokes his cock as he imagines her reaching a climax as he watches. He imagines her looking into his eyes as she cums, and watching him jack his cock for her. As his imagination is sufficient for his arousal with no porn necessary, the silence in his room is once again interrupted by the hum he has heard through the wall several times now since that first time. 'We are masturbating together, even if she doesn't know it.' Trent cums, loudly this time, hoping to actually be heard.

Soon after his orgasm, he hears the humming stop, and assumes Bev has finished herself. He wishes he could hold her in his arms and cuddle on her couch the next time they watch TV together. He wants to put his hands on her body, and hers on his. He wants to look in her eyes and see undisguised outright lust. Their mutual masturbation sessions in their own separate bedrooms will have to suffice for now.

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Trent walks Keisha to her car in the morning. "I had a great time last night. Did you?" he asks.

"Yeah, sure," she minimally replies.

"We should get together again sometime soon."

"Ok, yeah, I'll text you."

"Ok, have a great day!" he leans in to kiss.

She bypasses the kiss and hugs him instead. "Ok, see ya." She gets in her car and leaves.

Trent walks back to his apartment. Bev has stepped outside. She intercepts him. "Whoa, that's not how you wanted that to go."

"Yeah. She's number four to bang me and ditch. Sorry, Bev. That was crass."

"Honey, I've heard worse. Four, huh? Hooked up and split? Why do you think that is?"

"I'm not a vain conceited guy, but I've been told I'm not bad looking. Kinda easy on the eyes, you know? I guess they just wanted to get me into bed."

Bev does a spit take with her coffee. Stifling laughter, "I'm so sorry, I must have choked a little."

"You seem like you've got something to say. Spit it out, no pun intended."

"How to put this.... Is the sex enjoyable?"

"Yeah!"

"For them?"

"Oh, I guess. Nobody's complained."

"No complaints is a pretty low bar. Do you know what I mean by 'Is it enjoyable for them'?"

"You mean 'Did they cum'?"

"Yes."

"I don't know. I guess."

"Oh my goodness, we've identified the problem. Trent, real women aren't like the girls in the porn you watch..."

"Hey, wait a minute. How do you...."

"... and I know you watch porn. All men your age do. But you've got to understand that it's fake."

"It's NOT fake. There are close-ups. It's unmistakeable."

"I stand corrected. The sex is really happening, but the women are acting. Porn is fantasy, made for men. It's as unrealistic as the plots of the rom-coms many women enjoy."

"This conversation is getting carried away."

"Don't think of me as a woman right now. I'm your friend, and I know what I'm talking about, and I'm trying to help you. If you want to get girls to want to come back again and again, I can teach you what you need to know."

"This is embarrassing."

"It's not. You're young. Every guy starts out like this. Most of them have to figure it out for themselves. Some do it quickly, and others take longer. There are some who never learn. Then there are the chosen few who get to receive the kind of inside knowledge I have to offer you,...... if you're interested."

Trent is definitely interested, but also uncomfortable. "What's involved?" he asks cautiously.

"Trent, come inside so we can talk more privately." She leads him back into her apartment, and they sit down on the couch. "Do you want to learn how to make women come?"

"You can teach me?"

"Of course. Any woman who is willing to communicate and who is not stifled by their own insecurities can. The problem is that these young girls you're dating don't know shit, even about their own bodies in some cases. Some of them have never had an orgasm in their life, and it's unfair to expect you to know how to give it to them when they don't even know."

"I know, right? I'm like, 'What do you want me to do?' and they're like, 'I don't know, just make it good'."

"Yes. Your intuition is correct. So here's the first thing you've got to understand: Life isn't fair."

"This is a sex lesson?"

"Yes, pay attention. #1- Men come easier. You stick it in, pump a few times, and you come. It's almost automatic. Making a woman come is like opening a safe with a combination. If she gives you the combination, it's not hard. If she expects you to figure out the combination from her little clues and hints, it gets harder. And if she doesn't even know the combination herself, it's damn near impossible."

"That makes a lot of sense."

"#2- Women need more time. What takes you 3 minutes may take her 30. You've got to have the stamina to put in the time and effort."

"Wow, 30 minutes of straight fucking? My dick will get raw."

"Which leads me to my next point.... #3- Only about 1/4 of making her come involves your dick, and sometimes it's not even needed at all. I know you've heard the term foreplay, but do you really know what it is?"

"Yeah, it's like a blowjob to get me hard before we fuck."

"My god, Trent, how did you get four girls into bed with you?"

"Well it's....."

"Shut up, that was rhetorical. Now listen up- for you sex is all about your dick. That's all that matters to you. For women, sex is about their whole body. If you're with a woman, and you go straight for her pussy, you're shooting yourself in the foot."

"Bev, it's a little weird for me to hear you talking this way."

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Yes! Yes, please continue."

"You have to be patient. You have to teach your dick to wait. And here's a little secret: the extended foreplay makes it better for you too. So kiss more, touch each other more, all over. Lick, suck, pinch, scratch, explore all kinds of different sensations. Psychologically you're letting her know that you care about her pleasure, and you're not just trying to get yours."

"It sounds like a lot of work."

"It can be, but nothing worthwhile is easy. But hey, what do I know? Keep doing your thing. But I'll caution you with this: every woman you disappoint will tell her friends, and they'll tell their friends."

"Damn, I'm already down four."

"Any chance of salvaging any of them? Getting them to give you another chance? You may need to do some damage control."

"Brittany was open to going out again, but she said she wanted to wait longer until we had sex again."

"That's a good sign. It means she actually likes you as a person, and wants to get to know you better. Tell her you agree with her, that you should wait longer. Tell her you were nervous your first time with her because you really like her. A little reverse psychology can help get her interested in round two. There's nothing hotter to a woman than a man who wants to wait."

"Well, thanks for all the advice. This has been a thoroughly strange conversation. I feel like I've been talking to one of the guys instead of my hot neighbor." Trent freezes.

Bev smiles seductively, "Freudian slip? It's ok. I know I'm hot, and I'm glad you think so. Makes me feel young." Trent is not relieved. "Relax, ok? I'm not bothered or worried. This moment only has to be as weird as you want to make it. Come here, bring it in." She opens her arms to offer him a comradely hug. He scoots over to her. He leans in and she wraps her arms around him. "I'm very lucky and very happy to have you for a friend, Trent. You keep my life interesting. Before you moved in, I was pretty bored, a lot of the time. I like hearing about what's going on with you, and I like being able to help you when I can. Are we good?"

He lifts his head from her shoulder and looks into her eyes. She looks back into his. Everything in the background fades from view. Slowly at first, the space between them closes, then, like a car crash, their lips meet each other's. Trent kisses her with youthful passionate energy. Bev receives his energy and expertly channels it into a kiss that is sustainable for them both. His arms are around her, his hands are on her back, pressing her into him. She moans into his mouth. Her hands work up his shoulders to his neck and up into his hair. They stop to breathe.

"Bev, what are we doing?"

"Do you want to stop?"

"I'm just confused..... about the nature of our 'relationship'."

"We are neighbors. We are friends. And if you want to, we could be lovers. We can be all these things. I've had a crush on you since the day you moved in, but I never thought we could be together in that way. As I got to know you better, though, I truly enjoyed your company. I really am your friend, Trent. I enjoy spending time with you no matter what it is we're doing. I had no plan for this. I wasn't just biding my time, setting a trap, waiting for a chance to make a move on you. I'm so glad you kissed me, though, and if you want, you can do more."

"I don't know what to do. I have a lot of confusing feelings right now. I'm definitely into you, and I think you've always known that. But I'm still pretty nervous, and I think maybe we should wait. Thanks for everything, and I'll see you tonight for Game of Thrones. Let's just try to have a normal night, and maybe we can revisit this later." Trent walks to the door. "I'll see you later."

"Ok, bye." Trent leaves. "Clever boy," she muses.

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Bev makes a special dinner of Trent's favorite comfort foods: chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans, just like his mom makes. She's really not trying to get him into bed, she just wants him to feel comfortable. Besides, how could food that reminds him of his mom make him horny? Trent knocks on her door at about 7:00.

"Hey, come on in. I made something that I hope will make you feel better."

"It looks and smells great. You made my favorite. Any particular reason?"

"Because I want you to feel comfortable and safe."

"Bev, while I did feel a little uncomfortable, I never felt unsafe. It's your safety I was worried about."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, never mind. Maybe I could explain later, but the point is you have nothing to worry about. Let's eat. I'm starving."

They eat and converse lightly about superficial topics, both acutely aware that they are avoiding the conversation they need to have. Trent helps Bev with dishes afterward, and they both feel electricity as they brush by each other in the close proximity of the small kitchen. They finish cleaning up and head to the living room. Bev takes a seat on the couch, but this time not at the end where she usually is. She sits near the middle, about ⅓ of the way over toward Trent's end. Trent joins her on the couch, and to Bev's surprise, sits directly next to her, thigh to thigh.

"Is this ok?" he asks.

"Sure. It's a little chilly in here."

"That's what I was thinking." He grabs the remote and begins the show. They sit. They watch. They feel each other's body heat. Then, smoothly, Trent puts his arm around her, like a teenager on a movie date. He's making a move.

Bev is amused, and very tempted to taunt and tease him for using rookie maneuvers on her, but she is patient and understanding. Trent is so young, and knows so little of life and relationships compared to her. She is enjoying the youthful feeling of the scenario. It reminds her of when Jim Bowers asked to hold her hand in the mall back in 1980. Now Trent's other hand has made its way over to her thigh. He's getting ready to go for it. Both of their heart rates elevate. She can't take it any longer.

"Trent, are you making a move on me?"

"What? No, it's just chilly in here, like you said, and I was just trying to stay warm, and keep you warm."

"You're so sweet,..... and so full of shit," she teases. "It's ok if you are. Own it. Commit to it. Confidence is very sexy."

Trent sits up and faces her, "Ok, fine. I was. I think you're hot, and I think about you a lot. You're actually the most attractive woman I've ever been this close to. I would choose you over pretty much any girl my age. You want to teach me how to attract women? I don't really want them. I want you."

"Wow. Just,... wow. Very honest, complimentary, direct. A+, Trent."

Trent stands and offers his hand. She accepts. He pulls her up and wraps his arms around her. "I don't want you to be my teacher, I want you to be my lover. I don't need a grade, I need you." He kisses her, deeply but smoothly, unlike his juvenile offering from earlier this morning. Beverly melts into his embrace and her body temp rises. Trent is holding her so tightly, she whimpers a little. "Am I hurting you?" he asks.

"No, Trent. You don't need to worry about that. Is that what you were concerned about before? For my 'safety'?"

"Yeah."

"I am not frail. I am not 'elderly'. I live on my own, not in a care home. I drive my own car. Hell, 7 years ago, I was a full-time fitness instructor. You don't have to worry about me, Trent. I'm a woman, not an old woman."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I know it comes from a good place in your heart, to be careful, but what I like about you is how young I feel around you. Don't take that away from me."

"You got it." He kisses her again. She kisses back with increasing intensity. He reaches down, grabs the backs of her thighs just below her ass, and lifts her up. She instinctively wraps her legs around him.

"Oh, wow. Now that was a nice move," she compliments. "Do you want to take this to my room?"

"More than anything."

"Carry on. You know the way."

He carries her down the short hallway to the bedroom and pushes the door open with his foot. He lays her down gently and follows on top of her. He's resting his body weight on his elbows as they continue to kiss.

"Lay on me, Trent. I want to feel you on me." He does as asked, and he presses her down into her mattress as his chest rests on hers. She sighs a long sigh as his weight presses the air out of her. He is now kissing her neck and down her collarbone to the top of her chest.

He pauses. "What do you want to do now?"

"I want you to do what you've been imagining doing to me."

"Are you sure? You don't even know what....."

"I don't care. DO IT!"

"As you wish." He rips her blouse open, tearing off all the buttons. He flinches with guilt for a split second over the damage he's caused, but Bev's reaction brings him right back into it.

"Yes!" she shouts. Her bra is silky and black with thin straps. It's one of the ones he liked most when he snooped through her drawers. Next he unbuttons and unzips her pants. She shimmies side to side to help him get them down and off. She is wearing a black thong that matches the bra. He stops and simply takes in the view for a moment. He sees now a woman before him, not a girl, and he feels more like a man than he ever has. Beverly's body shows that she has lived life, and also she has plenty of life left to live. No one has ever turned him on so much. He stands and stares, taking in her beauty for far too long.

"Trent," she begins, caringly. "Is everything ok?"

"Everything is perfect. This is the best day of my life and I want to remember every second." He takes off his shirt and pants. Bev sits up and puts her hands on his stomach and rubs his abs.

"My god, Trent. The way you dress, you could never tell you're in such good shape."

"I could stand to gain a few pounds of muscle, but I feel good about how I look."

"You should, darlin'." She runs her hands around and squeezes his ass. As she fondles him, putting her hands all over him, the stiff cock in his boxers begins jumping and twitching. "Somebody's excited, I see. Are you ready for this? We're about to cross a major line."

"Do it," he says.

She slides his boxers down and his cock pops up, nearly bopping her in the eye. "Whoa, that was close." She grabs a hold of his shaft, down at the base, and tames the wild stallion with her grip. She looks up into his eyes as she opens wide and takes him in. He usually would close his eyes and just enjoy the feel, but he can't take his eyes off of hers. The steady eye contact as his unit slides in and out of her mouth is unbreakable. Her smile, her flirty eyes, her laugh, every expression of her beautiful face fills his mind.

This woman knows what she's doing, and soon, she has him too close to the edge. He reluctantly stops her. "That's enough of that. Any more of that and that's that." She giggles at Trent's silly word play. "It's my turn now. Lie back." She does as directed. They can't stop looking into each other's eyes. Many would find this intense prolonged eye contact a little disturbing, but Trent knows if he looks away, he would regret it. He lays on top of her again, the way she likes, and kisses his way down from her neck to the center of her chest. She arches her back up so he can reach under her to unclasp her bra. No words were needed. He pulls the bra away and her perfect, beautiful little breasts lay before him. He takes in an eyefull, then a handful, and then he leans down and takes in a mouthful of sweet pink nipple. Bev's hands are not lazy just because Trent is dominating this moment. She caresses him everywhere she can reach. He takes turns tasting each nipple until they are both perky and saturated with his saliva.

He continues working his way down her smooth tummy. She raises her hips as he slides her thong down, and removes it one leg at a time. No command was given, or needed. Trent is now kneeling on the floor as Bev lay reclined on her bed. He's just looking. Young men like to look. Their eyes need the imagery as much as their cocks need the feeling. Bev rests her legs on his shoulders, bends her knees, and pulls him in like a tractor beam. He doesn't resist at all. He's now looking over her mound with its little red strip, over her tummy, between her breasts, into her eyes once again. He smiles as he kisses her. He kisses her with passion, the same way he would kiss her mouth. He does know what to do and where the important places are. He may be fairly new at this, and may not always be able to tell how much a woman is enjoying what he's giving, but Bev's signals are undeniable. She squeezes his head with her thighs. By now neither of them can hold eye contact any longer. Trent's face is buried and Bev's head thrown back on the bed.

"Oh my God, Trent, come here, get up."

"What? Is everything ok? Are you ok?"

Breathing heavily, "Yes,.... yes, everything is just..... wonderful."

"Why did you stop me?"

"Because I'm ready for more. I want you to fuck me. Do it the way you've imagined doing it. And I know you have. That's what I want."

"Ok. Turn over.

"Oooh, ok," Bev says excitedly. She rolls over onto her tummy. Trent grabs her by the ankles and yanks her back to the edge of the bed where he is standing. "Oh, goodness," Bev exclaims, surprised. He holds her up by her knees, spreads her wide, and plows into her roughly, all the way in one thrust. Bev screams out. Trent thrusts again, and she screams out again.

"Can you take it?" he asks.

"Yes! Yes, keep going. Do that again"

Trent gives her another hard thrust, and as his cock rams home to full depth, Bev screams out again. "Oh my god, I've needed this for so loooooooong! Go, Trent, go! Fuck me, faster." Trent obliges and picks up the pace. "Yes, yes, yes, ooooooooh!" As he pounds away, his balls smash her clit, over and over. Trent has never fucked this hard. None of the girls he's been with before could take it. Beverly is loving it, though.

He's getting close now. "I'm going to cum! Can I cum in you?"

"Yes, but not yet, please. I need more. Please keep going!"

Trent has no idea what to do. If he cums, it's over. If he stops, they'll both lose it. He keeps right on fucking through his indecisiveness, and fills her up. "Oh, ahhh, I'm sorry, Bev."

"You're not done yet. Finish me, dammit!"

Trent slips two fingers into her and tries to replicate the pace and penetration he was giving her with his cock. It's working. Bev tenses, and contracts, and moans, and shakes, and clenches his fingers. When she finally loosens up, Trent's hand is covered with his own cum that has been frothed into foam. He's exhausted, and collapses on the bed next to Bev. "I've got something for you," he says with a sly grin, showing her his sticky fingers.

"Bring them here," Bev says, much to his surprise. She grabs his wrist, pulls his hand to her face, and licks the cummy, cunt juice concoction off his fingers like a popsicle. The sight and feeling of this almost makes Trent hard again, mere minutes after he had just cum last. "Now you. Do the rest."

"Ew, no."

"Don't be a baby. Half of that is me, and you didn't have a problem with mine earlier." Trent makes a face. "Do it for me, baby. I want you to."

Trent looks at his fingers, still glistening with a little bit of shimmering pearly substance. He closes his eyes, opens his mouth, and....

"Stop!" Bev interrupts, "You don't have to do it. I was just messing with you."

"Phew! Thank you." Trent is incredibly relieved. "So, you're on birth control?"

"Um,.... Yeah, you could say that. It's the natural kind."

"Do you take it every day?"

"Nope, you just have it once and it works for the rest of your life."

"Really? What's it called?"

"Menopause."

"Oh, shit. I'm so stupid."

"Chill out, Kid. It just means you don't think of me as old as I am."

"I know it's bad manners to ask, so I won't."

"Smart boy.

They lie on her bed, naked, chatting and joking like friends for several more minutes.

"You know, we just left halfway through the episode we were watching. Wanna go back and finish it?" Trent asks.

"Sure, let me clean up a little first, and you should wash your hands and face." Bev goes into the bathroom and comes back out in a nightgown. Trent has put his clothes back on. Then he goes to the bathroom to wash. When he comes out, Bev is already in the living room on the couch, restarting the episode to where they left off. He goes to her, and instead of sitting next to her, he lays down on the couch with his head in her lap. She plays with his hair and scratches his back. The TV drones on, and Trent cannot keep his eyes open. He dozes off. Beverly carefully scoots out from under him, places a pillow under his head, covers him with a blanket, and takes herself to bed for the night.

................

It's 8:45 a. m. Trent's phone rings. He groggily reaches towards the sound and realizes he is not in his bed. He picks it up to see who's calling. It's his parents. He rejects the call. 'Why are they calling so early? I'll talk to them later,' he thinks. He gets up off of Bev's couch, and sees her sitting at her kitchen table, drinking coffee, doing some kind of puzzle in a puzzle book. She's wearing glasses that he's never seen before.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she says. "You sleep all right?"

"I slept hard, and deep."

"You did something else hard and deep last night, too," she says with a smile.

"Nice one, Bev." Trent approaches her where she is sitting and leans down to kiss her. The kiss is simple and brief, but more than a peck. It felt like the kind of kiss a 'couple' would have, and this made Trent feel a brief anxiety, which quickly faded away and left only fondness. "What have we got for breakfast around here? Any cereal?"

"Yeah, check that cabinet."

Trent opens it and looks. "Kashi? Shredded Wheat? Raisin Bran? Got any Cocoa Pebbles or Lucky Charms?"

"Sorry, no."

"Oh, you've got honey nut Cheerios. That will work." Trent makes himself a bowl and joins Bev at the table. "I've had dinner over here tons of times, but never breakfast."

"I'm glad you are. Want some coffee?"

"I've never been a coffee drinker, but sure, why not?" Bev pours him a cup. He adds cream and sugar, so much that his coffee nearly turns white.

"Would you like some coffee with your cream?" she teases.

"This is how I like it." Trent gets a text. He reads it. "Shit! Dammit!"

"What's the problem?"

"My parents! They're here. I mean, at my place. They want to know where I am."

"Just tell them you stayed over at a friend's place. It's not even a lie."

"Yeah, ok." He calls. "Hey, mom. I wish I had known y'all were coming...... Yeah, I stayed over at a friend's last night..... Well thank you, that was really thoughtful. I'll call my neighbor when we hang up and ask her to let you into my place. I gave her a spare key for emergencies..... Ok, I'll meet y'all there...... I love you, see you soon." He hangs up. To Bev now, "They brought me my keyboard. Last time I talked to them I said I was going to bring it here the next time I came home. So they decided to pay me a surprise visit and bring it."

"That's sweet of them."

"I'm supposed to be calling you right now, and asking you to go let them into my place so they can drop it off. Can you go over?"

"Sure. I'll need your key." He hands her his apartment key. "You know, you could give me a spare for real."

"Ok, I'll have one made. Just go please. And try not to talk to them for too long. After they leave here, I'm supposed to meet them at Waffle House for breakfast."

"I'll talk to them for as long as I feel like," Bev asserts, "I'm the one doing a favor here."

"Ok, fine. Go, please."

Bev leaves her apartment, and standing in front of Trent's door are a nice middle aged couple. Trent looks quite a lot like his dad. Trent's mom is a sweet looking woman. "Hi, guys. I'm Beverly, Trent's next door neighbor."

"Hello, Beverly. I'm Dan Mathews, and this is my wife Katherine."

"Pleasure to meet you both. Trent asked me to let you into his apartment so you could drop something off for him."

"Yeah, this here. Trent's piano, stand, bench, and amp."

"Oh, wow, that's a really nice Roland. He told me he had a keyboard, not a high quality digital piano."

"Yeah we got this for him when he graduated high school as a reward for sticking with his lessons since 5th grade. He played in his senior talent show and wowed everybody."

"That's a really nice gift. It looks heavy. Let's get it inside so you don't have to stand there holding it any longer." Bev opens Trent's door with his key. His place is a little messy, but not dirty. Dan sets the piano on Trent's couch, and the other stuff on the floor next to it. "I just want to tell you both, you've raised a good son. He's respectful, courteous, helpful, friendly, and kind. And smart, too. I caught a glimpse of a couple of his school books; they might as well have been in Chinese to me."

"He's majoring in business," Katherine beamed. "They were probably his economics books. He is really smart, and I'm sure he'll be very successful some day."

"Oh, he'll be great at whatever he does. I just want him to be happy with his life and his choices. To have no regrets," Dan adds.

"Well, it was very nice meeting you both, I'm sure you need to be going. Trent told me when he called that you would be meeting him for breakfast."

"Yes, we should go," Katherine says. "Thank you again, and nice to meet you."

Dan and Katherine walk out to their car as Bev locks Trent's door behind her. She goes back inside her place, where Trent is anxiously waiting. "Thank you," he says.

"You're welcome. Your father is a handsome man. I guess you got it from him."

"Thanks, I guess? I'm not sure how to take that."

"Don't read too much into it. You'd better go get ready. You're supposed to meet them soon."

"I'd rather stay and have breakfast with you."

"I know. There will be other days." She hugs him. He hugs her back. Then he looks into her eyes and says something beautiful with no words. She understands. He kisses her again, then leaves. She returns to the table, to her coffee, which has gotten a little cool now, to her puzzle which no longer interests her, to Trent's overly sweet coffee, just like he is to her, and to a half-eaten bowl of honey nut Cheerios, left behind, like she feels.

................

For the next episode of Game of Thrones they watch, Trent invites Beverly over to his apartment. She has told him she likes to feel young, and he hopes hanging out in a scantily filled apartment with non-matching hand-me-down furniture items, a small TV, and cheap appliances will do the trick. Trent is making dinner tonight: a stouffer's lasagna, and a bagged Caesar salad mix. Beverly arrives promptly at 7pm. Trent opens the door for her.

"Welcome to my humble abode. Come on in."

She enters. "I come bearing gifts." She hands him a bottle of champagne. She has also brought champagne flutes, based on the safe assumption that he has none.

"Oh, wow. What's this for?"

"To drink, Trent," Bev says sarcastically.

"No, I mean, why did you bring it?"

"To drink, Trent," she taunts a second time.

"You know what I mean."

"Because it's customary and polite to bring your host an offering to contribute to the event."

"Oh, ok. Dinner is nearly ready." He heads to the kitchen and prepares two plates of lasagna, and two bowls of salad. "He brings them to the living room. "I'm sorry, I don't have a dinner table. We can eat on the couch at the coffee table."

"That's fine. We can watch while we eat."

They watch another episode of Game of Thrones. About halfway through, Trent takes their dishes to the kitchen, then asks, "Do you want to open this and have some?"

"Sure," Bev answers.

Trent untwists the wires and wiggles the cork out til it pops. He pours each of them a glass. "What kind is this?" he asks as he looks the bottle over, finding the label to be worn and hard to read.

"Oh it's nothing too special, just something I've had for a while."

Trent joins Bev on the couch to continue watching. "I'm not 21, you know; I shouldn't be having this," Trent kids.

"I won't tell anybody. Should we toast?"

"I guess. That's what you're supposed to do with champagne, right?"

"If it's a special occasion."

"Well, this is special to me. To your first dinner at my place! May there be many more."

"And to expanding friendships into new territory!"

"Oh, that's a good one." They clink and drink. Trent's face says that he is unsure about the champagne. Bev is a little concerned.

"Honey, it's ok if you don't like it."

"No, I do like it. I really do, but it has me wondering something..... I've only had cheap, event champagne before, and I can tell that this is not that. Did you break out the fancy expensive stuff for tonight, for me?"

"I've had this for a few years. It was medium expensive but not insanely high priced."

Trent examines the bottle again. "Vintage," he reads. "I don't know a lot, but I know that means old."

"No, that means it was made from a single year's harvest instead of a blend. But you're on the right track. It is aged longer. This was a 2012 vintage Le Rêve. Wayne and I got it on our trip to Napa Valley back in 2014. We were saving it until it matured, but never got around to drinking it. It's nearly past its prime now, so I figured 'why not have it'?"

Trent, reflectively, "This is your husband's champagne?"

"Oh, honey, it's ok. Don't worry. He forgot we had it. Even so, he wouldn't want it to go to waste."

Trent turns the TV off. Seriously, "How would he feel about you sharing it with your boy-toy?"

"Trent, you know you mean more to me than that."

Trent pauses to think for a few moments, then, "Tell me about him. I want to know you better. I want to know your story."

Beverly, expecting a night of fun with her young friend, is not prepared for a conversation of this gravity, but realizes this is a talk that would need to be had, eventually. "I met Wayne in college. I was about as old as you are now. He was kind and sweet and said all the right things. He made me feel safe and cherished. I was recovering from being dumped by a bad-boy type. Sam was fun and exciting, but ultimately directionless and unserious about life and his future. When he had enough of me wanting to talk about real things, he said I was a drag and dumped me. We were together for a year, and he got over me instantly, and just moved on to the next, like I meant nothing to him.

"Wayne was the exact opposite. His future was planned, and his life was on track the way he wanted it to go, with only one thing missing- someone to share it with. I realized far too late that I fell for Wayne on the rebound. We were married. We graduated college. We went on our honeymoon to Hawaii. I should have known then, when he was content to just take the guided tours, see the tourist attractions, and just relax at the resort, that we would end up being incompatible in the end. I wanted to do exciting things, like learn to surf, to scuba dive, to swim with dolphins. This became the pattern of our life together: me being discontented with the smooth-flowing casual existence that he found calming and enjoyable.

"Don't get me wrong. Wayne was a very, very good man, and I was lucky to have him. He was a man of honor, with unimpeachable integrity. He adored me and treated me like a queen. He spoiled me. He never hit me, never cheated on me, never even spoke an unkind word to me. He also never excited me. He never fucked me, not once in our 35 years. We had sex, we made love, but he never fucked me.

Beverly is becoming emotional now. "Anyway, 7 years ago he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He never smoked. Not once. Not one god damn cigarette in his whole, safe, by-the-book life. He died a year later. I wanted to stay in our house, but everywhere I looked I saw emptiness where he should be. I couldn't stay there. I told myself, 'Now's your chance, Bev. Now you can do all those things you always wanted to,' so I sold the house, and moved somewhere affordable and easy to leave, once I found out where I wanted to end up. I had such big plans, but I was married for so long that I'm just afraid to do any of them alone.

"Then you came along. You lit a fire in me, and reminded me that I'm alive and able. You awoke desires in me that I forgot I had. Trent, you're only the third man I've ever been with: Sam, Wayne, and you. I hadn't been with anyone since Wayne passed. Two nights ago you fucked me like I had been craving for 40 years. You said it was the best day of your life. It may have been mine too."

Trent is dumbfounded. Speechless. His head is swimming. No words. He can't think of the right thing to say, but his eyes are speaking the words his mouth can't. He just wraps his arms around her and holds her..... for a looooong time. She finally settles down and regains her composure.

"I bet you weren't expecting all that, were you?" she asks.

"Actually, kind of. I could sense from you that you had a story to tell. I just didn't know what it was. I'm glad, though, that you told me. I feel like I know you better, and that's what I wanted. You're beautiful and kind. You spent the best years of your life showing love and care to a man who had no idea what he had."

"What if the best years of my life are yet to come?"

"I want to help you make them the best." Trent kisses her. They hold each other and kiss for several minutes. There is no time, no pace, no schedule, nowhere else to be. Just with each other. They begin to undress each other. Trent raises her arms overhead, and then lifts her dress up and off. She's wearing the pink bra with the red hearts. He smiles.

"What are you smiling at?" Bev asks.

"I just like this bra. It's sexy."

"Did you like it when you saw it in my drawer?"

Trent freezes, realizes he was caught, and then further realizes that she did not care. Guiltily, "Yes."

Bev unbuttons his shirt down the front and slips it off. Then she reaches down to unbuckle his belt. "Lie back, baby." He does as instructed. She unbuttons, unzips, and pulls off his pants. She lays on top of him on his couch, kissing his neck, down his chest, and then his stomach. She pulls his boxers off and kneels between his legs. "You've got a really nice cock, I just want you to know."

"Thanks!"

"Yeah, it's the third biggest I've ever had," she jokes.

"Aww, fuck you," he responds playfully. "Seriously, though, is it really?"

"No, dummy, I'm just messing with you. Truthfully, though, it is quite nice. No complaints here."

" 'No complaints is a pretty low bar'," he replies with her own words once again.

"Ok, fine. It's amazing. It's perfect. It's the best dick, and I'm lucky you are blessing me with it."

Trent is preparing a witty funny response, but before he can get it out, she has swallowed his cock to the depths of her mouth and throat. "Oh, yes, you're amazing." She bobs on his tool for a few moments, then comes back up to kiss him.

After kissing, "Baby, I've got some disappointing news. I can't have you inside me tonight."

"Are you ok? Is something wrong?"

"Well, like I said, you fucked me harder than anyone ever has, and before that, it had been several years, so i'm gonna need a few more days to recover."

"Oh, ok. Can I still do other stuff for you? You know, outside stuff?"

"Of course! Did you think I was just going to blow you and get nothing for me?"

"It's not unheard of. That's what Keisha did."

"And you saw how she left too, right?"

"Good point. Well, let me at it. I'm gonna make you cum so hard."

"I bet I'll make you come first."

"What does the winner get?"

"To come first."

"Ok, that's fair. Let's go." Bev quickly sheds her panties, turns around and gets on top of Trent and lowers her pussy onto his face while she leans down to suck him at the same time. They both begin. Trent is taking this 'race' seriously, and like the proverbial hare, he goes full throttle with his tongue up and down Bev's slit, flicking her clit with the tip rapidly. Bev, on the other hand, knows that slow and steady wins the race. She begins with long deep strokes all the way into her throat, then begins to slowly increase the pace. She's bobbing up and down now at medium speed, feeling out Trent's breathing for when to speed up. Bev may have underestimated Trent's ability, because he has not needed to let up, and she is getting close herself. As she builds up, she loses a bit of her focus as she is distracted by her own pleasure. She keeps at him, though, adding a little suction to keep her cheeks in tight on him. She moans onto his dick with her throat, as she begins contracting and quivering. 'Shit, he's winning!' she thinks briefly, until her thought is interrupted by the shot of hot sperm now filling her mouth. Then another, and another. She can't hold it all, and some falls out before she can swallow it. As her orgasm continues to undulate through her body, Trent becomes still, nearly cutting off the end of what could last five to ten more seconds. She tribs on his face to get him to begin again, and fortunately, he quickly understands and resumes. She continues coming on his face long after he has stopped ejaculating.

"Who won?" Bev hears Trent say, muffled by her muff.

"I think we both did," Bev says breathlessly.

"I agree."

"Next time I'm coming, don't fucking stop until I say so." She gets up, turns around, and lays on him with her head on his chest.

"Were you cumming that whole time? That was like 25 seconds!"

"Yeah, it's nice. Feminine advantage."

"I'll say."

They lay together and relax on Trent's couch for a while longer.

"Show me your room," Bev says, getting up.

"Ok." Trent leads the way down the hall. He opens his door. There is his bed, his closet, a dresser, a nightstand, a couple posters on the wall, and his piano, and that's about it.

"Your bed is right across the wall from my bed. We sleep about 3 feet apart."

"I know. It's one of the first things I noticed when I came into your room that first time."

"I want to confess something to you. Before we, you know, 'got together', I used to get myself off thinking about you."

"I figured."

"Really? How?"

"Well, your underwear drawer wasn't the only drawer I snooped in that day. I found your toy..... and I turned it on. And then when I went back to my apartment, I heard it through the wall."

"I bought that particular one precisely because it is so loud. I'm not embarrassed. I did that for you. I knew you would hear it. And there's something else; I've listened to you too, jacking it in your room."

"How? You can hear me through the wall?"

"Do you remember what else was in that drawer with my vibrator?"

"You horny bitch! You listened to me through a stethoscope? I thought you probably just had that for medical reasons."

"Don't try to outfox the fox." She hugs him and kisses him. "Wasn't it fun, though? Spying and being sneaky? It's kind of sad that it's over."

"Why does it have to be over?"

"I guess it doesn't have to be. I kind of thought, though, that if you heard that vibrator, you'd rush over and take care of me properly."

"Oh, of course." He pauses. "Do you want to sleep over?"

"Why do you want me to sleep over?"

"Because I want to hold you all night."

She considers it for a moment. "That sounds nice." They turn out all the lights, and get into Trent's bed. He lies on his back and Bev cuddles up to his side. "I like this. A lot. Wayne was not a cuddler. He wanted his space."

"I'm going to do my best to treat you to all the things you missed out on in your marriage," Trent offers.

"You're already off to a great start." They drift off to sleep.

................

Trent and Bev become closer, and spend more and more time together. It's like they are a couple, but neither of them would say that. When Trent is not at school or work, he's with her. Beverly has been feeling so much better that she's joined a gym, and picked up teaching an aerobics class there 3 days per week. She makes dinner for Trent almost every night. He brings home Bev's groceries, and prescriptions....

"Hey, Bev," Trent calls as he brings bags into her apartment, "why are you on estrogen?"

"Why are you snooping through my prescriptions?"

"What if there's an emergency and I need to tell paramedics what you're on?" he says, mostly unserious.

"What kind of emergency is going to have me unconscious?"

"What if I fuck you into a coma?" Bev and Trent have fun bantering.

"Ha, yeah right. You gotta be able to go longer than 10 minutes for that."

"Ooooh. Burn. Seriously, though, what are you taking estrogen for?"

"It would take too much effort to explain this delicately, so I'll just be blunt. Do you like how my pussy gets wet when we fuck? Well, if not for this treatment, it might not."

"Oh, damn. Follow up question- are you taking this just so we can have sex?"

"No, it does tons of good things for women my age. It's a huge quality of life booster. It helps prevent osteoporosis, hot flashes, urinary problems, mood swings, it helps me get better quality sleep. Get a hold of yourself, cowboy. This is for me, not you."

"Ok, ok. Fair enough..... Don't you think it's time you actually told me how old you are?"

"Trent, for a business major, I thought you would be able to do math."

"Oh, ok. Let's see..... you got married in college between ages 18-22. Add 35 years of marriage. Add 6 years since Wayne passed. That means you must be 59 to 63."

"Very good. I knew you could do it."

"So which is it?"

"You're close enough."

"You know, when we first met, I thought you were probably like 50."

"Well, thank you, Trent! Speaking of age, your birthday is this weekend. Your 21st. What do you want?"

"I don't remember ever telling you when my birthday was. How do you know?"

"I've seen your ID."

"God dammit, I've seen yours, too, and if I had been thinking at that moment, I would've looked at your birthdate too, but I didn't."

"You'll have to keep guessing. So anyway, what do you want?"

"I just want you."

"Ok, any particular version of me?"

"Just you. As long as it's you and me, it will be perfect."

................

It's Saturday, Trent's birthday. Beverly has told him to come over at 7pm for his birthday surprise. He arrives promptly at 7, dressed sharply, carrying a bottle of wine. She opens the door to his knock.

"Oh, my! You clean up real good, kid. I didn't even know you owned a suit."

A little sheepishly, "It's my dad's. I borrowed it."

"You look very handsome. Come on in."

Trent enters. "I brought you something." He offers her the wine.

"Well, look at you. You've thought of everything."

"Someone told me once that a guest should bring an offering to their host. I bought it today. My first legal alcohol purchase."

"Thank you, that was very nice. Would you like me to open it and pour us some?"

"Sure, that sounds great."

Bev goes to the kitchen and opens the bottle and pours two glasses. They take a sip. "It's good. Crisp. Just a little sweet. Kind of appley. It's a nice white."

"I didn't know if it would go with what you're making. I just thought it looked good."

"Well, you're in luck. It will pair nicely. I made salmon. I made it a couple weeks ago, and you said it was really good, so I made it again."

They enjoy the delicious dinner Bev prepared, and converse lightly over this and that. As they finish up and clear the table, "I've got a birthday gift for you. I really don't know what you'll think or how you'll feel about it, but I want to give it to you anyway." She steps into her room for a moment and returns with a wrapped gift. It's cylinder shaped, and Trent has no idea what it could be. "Here, Trent. I want you to have this."

"Oh, wow, Bev. I wasn't expecting a gift like this. I just wanted you to treat me to a nice birthday 'celebration'."

"Open it." Trent unwraps it. It's a bottle of Scotch whiskey in a tube container.

Trent reads the label: "The Balvenie.... Portwood.... single malt.... aged 18 years. Bev, this looks really expensive. I could never drink this. I'm not a big drinker to begin with, and I don't do liquor. On the rare occasion that I drink, it's just beer or wine."

"First of all, don't you worry about what it cost. Second, I know you don't drink much. This is not to drink, unless it's a very special occasion. This is to save. Its value will increase with age. You may come to find later in life that you develop a taste for it. Anyway, I have no reason to keep saving it. It was Wayne's, and holding on to it is like holding on to him. I need to let it go, and get on with my life. That's why I want you to have it. It's you that I care about now."

"Beverly, I don't know what to say. It's an incredibly thoughtful gift, and I would be honored to keep this for you. Thank you." He leans over and kisses her. After a moment of silence, "I don't want to be a mood kill, and I guess there's never really a perfect time to ask this question, but I've been wanting to know. What do you think Wayne would think of this, of 'us'?"

Bev reflects, "I'd like to think that he would want me to be happy in my remaining years. Ultimately, it doesn't matter though, because he's gone, and I'm still here." Trent appears to be somewhat satisfied with her answer. "You don't need his blessing or approval, Trent." He looks thoughtful. "Come on, let's get off of this. I've got more for you to celebrate your birthday."

"Ok, what now?"

"Go back over to your place, make yourself comfortable, and wait for me. I'll be over soon."

................

Trent heads back to his place as instructed. He changes out of his suit and into comfortable shorts and t-shirt, as instructed. He sits on his couch and waits.

Meanwhile, Bev is getting dressed in a special outfit she hopes will really turn Trent on. It has a few layers, and is not so simple to get into. The main item is a heavy parka with a hood, pieced together from distressed grayish-brown suede, with coarse stitching and thick fur lining. The trousers are made from similar material, with tall rugged boots bound tightly up the calves with criss-crossed rawhide strips over fur lined gaiters. The final piece is a prop- a bow and quiver of arrows. She looks at herself in the mirror, proud of everything she's put into this outfit, and hoping Trent appreciates it, and the effort. She heads next door, and knocks.

Trent opens the door and his jaw drops. "Oh my god! Where did you get this get-up? You look amazing. You look just like her. I can't believe it; it's so authentic."

"And who do I look like?"

"Ygritte, of course. You absolutely nailed it. It's perfect. Your hair even matches. Seriously, where did you get this?"

"I made it."

"You made this? The whole thing?"

"Yes."

"How? Why?"

"I shopped the materials, dyed and distressed them, and stitched them together. Then I bought this old bow and wrapped and decorated it. That's the how. And why? For you. I know you have the hots for Ygritte. And I know you like to go to comic conventions, and do 'cosplay'. That's what it's called, right? Cosplay?"

"Yes, that's right." Looking her up and down, wide-eyed, "I can't believe you did all this for me. You look incredible. You always do, but this is above and beyond."

"I thought about doing Daenerys, which would've been an easier, and arguably sexier, costume, but I know Ygritte is your crush."

"You know me well. I still can't believe you put this much effort into this, for me. You must have worked on this for weeks."

"Yeah, I did. I wanted your birthday to be special. I want you to know how special you are to me. Do you know?"

"I think so."

Bev steps to him, puts her hands on his arms, leans to his ear, and whispers, "You know nothing, Trent Mathews."

"You said it! You said the line!" He kisses her with fiery passion. He stops and stares into her eyes for a long time. "I almost said something."

"I noticed."

"If I had said something, what would you have done?"

"I probably would have said something back to you." She kisses him now with youthful energy springing from deep inside her. "Do you want to see how much goes into putting all this on? You can find out by taking it off."

"Yeah, come on back to my 'cave'." He leads her back to his room and closes the door. "Actually, if you recall, she strips down herself, and she has to entice him, because he is nervous."

"Are you nervous, Trent?"

"A little."

"Why?"

"Because you are beautiful, and smart, and wise, and funny. And talented, too. You are just so wonderful, and I can't imagine that I have much to offer you."

"Oh, but you do. You are my elixir. You are my fountain of youth." She pushes him down onto his bed. "But if I have to entice you, then that's what I'll do." She slowly works her way down the parka from the neck down to the waist, unfastening and untying, never taking her eyes off of his. She opens the front to reveal a small brown tunic underneath. She throws her arms back, and the heavy jacket slides down them to the floor. Next she raises a leg up and places her foot on the edge of the bed in between Trent's thighs. She begins unwrapping the bootstraps. "Squeeze your legs together and hold my boot," she instructs. He does, and she lifts her foot out of the boot, raises it up, and rests it on his shoulder, a demonstration of her balance and flexibility. "Throw it down," she says, which he does eagerly. She repeats the process with the other leg, this time pulling him forward with her knee over his shoulder so his face is right at her waistline. He looks up at her, almost drooling with anticipation. "Bite the drawstring on these pants and pull it." He does, and the fly laces loosen. She moves her leg down off of him and turns around. Looking back over her shoulder, she watches his eyes as they follow the pants down down to the floor, leaving her bare ass close to his eye level. He is actually drooling now. He thinks he caught it without her seeing, but she saw it. 'I'm making him wet this time,' she thinks. She steps out of the pants and turns to the front. Finally, she raises the tunic over her head and tosses it away. Now fully nude, she stands before him, watching his eyes travel the length of her body. "Do I look better with or without the costume?"

"Without. I know you put a lot of work into it, and it looks really great, but this is my favorite outfit for you."

"You know, John and Ygritte got in the hot springs together. How about we go get in my bathtub?"

"Why not mine?"

"Three reasons- mine is clean, mine is bigger, and mine is already full of hot water."

"Ok, let's go." Bev grabs the oversized jacket and slips it back on. They briskly walk the 10 steps from his door to hers, and go inside. Bev sheds the jacket to the floor immediately after Trent closes her front door. She leads the way to the bathroom, dim with candlelight, where a steaming bath awaits them.

"How do you have a bigger tub than me?"

"Not all the units here are exactly the same. I've got a better fridge and oven than you have, too. I bet my rent is higher too. But is this really what you want to talk about? Why am I naked and you're not?"

"Excellent question. Let me take care of that real quick." Trent strips off the t-shirt and shorts at light speed.

"Join me in the hot spring," Bev says, stepping in while holding Trent's hand. "Oh, wow. I might have ran it a little too hot. I thought it would've cooled down some while we were over at your place." She sits down and leans back against her end. Trent joins and sits at the other end, facing her. His feet are beside her hips, and her legs cross over the top of Trent's. Steam rises, making the view between them foggy. "How does this birthday rank?"

"By far the best. There were no hot naked ladies at any of my other birthdays." Bev laughs. "What about you, what's your best birthday memory?"

"Oh, I don't know. I had a lot of great birthdays. My favorites were with my dad before he died. For my fifteenth birthday, I asked my dad to take me to see Alien. I wasn't really into sci-fi or horror, but this movie was really hyped up, and all my friends had seen it and said it was great. Well, it scared the hell out of me. My dad didn't joke or tease me. He just held me when I had to turn away from the screen. Afterward, he took me out to a fancy special dinner, just me and him.

"He worked a lot and travelled for work, so he wasn't around for a lot of things, but when he was there, he was my favorite person in the world. He got me. My mother did not. My mom was not a bad mom, but we just didn't have that connection. My dad treated me with respect, like an equal or an adult, during a time when that wasn't how parenting was done. I always respected him for that."

"That's how my parents are, too," Trent responds. "My mom is a loving, caring mother, but I feel like she doesn't know me like my dad does. My mom thinks that I actually want to be a business major. My dad encourages me to do what will make me happiest, but he's more chill and soft-spoken compared to my mom."

"I got that impression when I met them," Bev says.

"Wait... I just thought of something. You said you turned 15 and went to see Alien. Alien came out in the summer of 1979. 1979 minus 15 is 1964. You were born in the summer of 1964, which would make you 62. I figured it out!"

"Very good, Trent. Now what?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to know, you know?"

"So, you don't want to be a business major? What do you want to do?"

"I want to do something creative. I wish I could make a living playing piano, but I know it's hard to make it as a musician."

"You can absolutely make it as a musician. I think what you're thinking of is making it as a songwriter or a recording artist. That is hard. But there's tons of other ways to make a living playing piano. You could teach. You could be a studio player. You can play all kinds of small local gigs. It can be hard, that's true, but you could do it. And if you really want to be a star, that's not impossible, just really hard, and some good luck is needed. Trent, is this really what you want?"

"I would love to play for a living. I just know that my mom expects me to have a career where I can advance and be secure eventually."

"You are still young enough to make the choice that's right for you. Once you get far enough down the wrong path, it gets harder and harder to go a different direction."

Trent reflects before asking, "Is that how you feel about your life?"

Beverly is surprised by the question. Not offended, just surprised. "Some days I might say yes, and others I might say no. It's complicated."

"You are an inspiration to me. I'm learning so much from you. And if you learn anything from me, let it be this: You can still do what you want with your life, too."

Beverly leans up and repositions herself in the tub. Trent scoots forward and reclines a bit so Bev can straddle his lap. She leans forward and kisses him gently. "We're quite the odd pair, aren't we?"

"That's for sure." Trent's cock begins to stretch and stiffen as Bev very lightly and slowly slides her pussy back and forth along his growing shaft. "Are you doing that on purpose?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you always know what you're doing."

Bev giggles. "Not always, but this time, yes." Trent is fully hard now. Bev continues to slip and slide back and forth on Trent's hard length as it lays flat up against his belly. She slides all the way forward to allow him to rise up to her entrance, and then takes him in with a long, slow down stroke. "Aaaaahhh," they both groan at the same time. The steam is still rising from the water.

Bev slowly glides up and down his full length a few times, then begins to quicken pace a bit. Trent's head is laid back on the end of the tub, and Bev's hands are running up and down his chest and stomach. Trent watches his penis disappear and then reappear as Bev rides him with deep lengthy moves. His eyes work his way up from her small red patch, up her slim flat tummy, to her perky little titties, up her chest to her neck which is draped with wet, silvery red hair. Her eyes are closed with her head slightly tilted back. She's begun bouncing roughly on Trent's lap now, taking him to full depth repeatedly and quickly. Each of her breaths is abruptly punctuated as she rides him down. "Finger my clit, Trent." He does as commanded. He reaches forward, rotating his right hand counter-clockwise to use his thumb to part her lips and reach the spot. He's having to press his palm onto her red haired mound for stability, as his hand is riding up and down with her body as she impales herself with his rod. "Ooooohh, I'm nearly there," Bev says.

The problem is that Trent is nearly there, too. More near than she is. He absolutely doesn't want to cum too soon and ruin what is clearly building up to be the most intense, monumental orgasm Bev has had with him. So he closes his eyes, clenches his kegel, and holds it off. Fortunately, he doesn't have to wait long. Bev screams out in orgasmic delight, and Trent releases his own pent-up orgasm. His semen fires out like a bullet from a gun, with a more powerful feel than ever before. Bev is still riding wave after wave of pleasure, squeezing his dick every time. As she slows, she leans forward onto his chest and rests her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. They relax in the tub for several minutes, Bev still on his lap, with his cock, softened now, still inside of her. She lifts her head to look him in the eye. "Happy Birthday, Trent."

"It definitely is."

................

Trent walks to his car in the afternoon, after class, and receives a call from an unrecognized number. He normally would reject such a call, but he instinctively sensed that he should answer this one. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Janet at Aggieland fitness. Do you know a Beverly Henson?"

"Yes, what's going on?"

"She's had a little episode, and we think she should get a ride home instead of drive."

"Of course, I'll come pick her up. How did you get my number?"

"She has you listed as her emergency contact."

"Ok, I'm on my way. I'll be there in about 15 minutes." Trent starts his car and speeds out of the parking lot. Still on the call, "So what happened? What can you tell me?"

"She had a little dizziness spell, and nearly fainted, after her one o'clock class. It's probably just dehydration, but we want to be careful."

"Yes, of course. I'll be there soon."

Trent speeds all the way there and rushes in the door when he arrives. "Bev! Are you okay?"

"Yes, Trent, I'm fine. This is an overreaction."

"How do you feel?"

"I feel fine. It's no big deal. Let's just go, please."

"Is this your grandson?" Janet asks.

"No, I'm her neighbor," Trent responds.

"And friend," Bev adds.

"Just make sure she gets plenty of fluids and rest tonight." Janet advises.

"Thank you," Trent responds.

"Honey, take me home please. This is kind of embarrassing," Bev requests.

Janet gives a quick glance Trent's way, after overhearing Bev refer to him as 'honey'. Trent is hugging her tightly, and then helps her stand up.

"Thank you for your help," Trent says to Janet as he and Bev walk out the door. He helps her into his car. He drives them home. He tries to help her out of the car and to the door, but she resists and insists she is fine. Turns out she is. She stands and walks normally. Trent opens her door with the key that Bev has given him to keep. They go inside. Bev sits on the couch, while Trent goes to her fridge to fetch her a gatorade.

"Here, drink this."

"Thanks," Bev says sullenly.

"You seem better now."

"Physically, yes. Still embarrassed, though."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This obsession of yours with trying to stay young, it's going too far. I respect that you have the drive to be fit and healthy, but you already are extremely fit and healthy for your age. You have nothing to prove by pushing yourself too hard."

"You said it. I was dreading the day I would eventually hear you say it, and you finally did: 'for your age'."

"Beverly, listen to me- You are 62, and there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, it's one of my favorite things about you. What attracts me to you is your life experience. The girls my age that I've been with, they had nothing interesting to say. When you speak, I listen. I learn, and I'm better for it."

"You're not attracted to me for my body and the sex?"

Trent is now between a rock and a hard place. "Of course I am. I can't deny that. Everything else I just said is still true, though. Oh, and also the cooking," he jokes.

Bev smiles, and accepts his answer. She scoots across the couch to him and hugs him.

"So... you made me your emergency contact?" Trent asks. "I don't mind, but don't you have any family nearby?"

Beverly, sadly, "No."

"Who are these kids in these pictures?"

"It's my niece and nephew. Wayne's sister Judy's kids. They live in Florida. I don't see them often. Judy and I were never very close, but after Wayne died, we drifted further apart."

"I never asked, and I wondered if they might be yours, but you never mentioned having kids, so I didn't say anything."

"Wayne and I had no children. I couldn't. I had 3 miscarriages in a row. Then we quit trying."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's in the past. Anyway, my folks are gone, and I'm an only child. The closest people I could call 'family' are 4 states away."

"Bev, I don't want to speak out of place, but what's been keeping you here all these years since Wayne died?"

Bev hangs her head. "Fear. I kept putting it off. 'I'll be ready next year' I would tell myself. Then my lease would come up for renewal and I just signed because it was the easiest thing to do."

"Once again, not wanting to talk about topics off limits, but is it a money issue?"

"No, I've got plenty. Wayne was a savvy investor and planned our finances very well. He also had taken out substantial life insurance."

"Bev, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think it's time; you should move on."

"I didn't leave before because I was afraid to. Now I have a real reason to stay."

Trent looks uncomfortable. "You would stay here for me?"

"Absolutely. You are the best thing in my life now. I wake up looking forward to the day, just so I can be with you."

"I'm about to say two things. They may seem contradictory, but they're both true. The first is, I'm in love with you Beverly."

"I'm in love with you too, Trent. I wasn't expecting this, but I'm so happy we found each other."

"Hearing that makes the second thing so much harder to say. You can't stay here for me. You have to live for you. You sacrificed your dreams and desires for 35 years. It's your time now, and I won't take that from you. You should go see the world and do all the things you wanted to do."

"You're right. My mind knows you are, but my heart only wants you. My current lease is up on December 14. I'm going to do it. I already know where I want to go, I just never had the guts to pull the trigger."

"Where will you go?"

"The last time Wayne and I went to Hawaii, we found some condos that were fairly nice and reasonably affordable, for Hawaii anyway, and we considered getting one as a vacation home. I think I will start there. Probably just lease for the first year."

"For the third time tonight, not wanting to talk out of bounds, but are you loaded?"

"I'll say this: Wayne was very successful, and we lived very comfortably."

"Then why did you decide to live here? I mean, this place is nice for a 21 year old college kid, but you're a wealthy woman. You could've gotten a posh place downtown."

"This place was exactly what I was looking for. Normal people living a normal life. It was my first step out of my old life. Besides, if I was anywhere else, we wouldn't have met."

"I'm so glad you chose what you did and our paths crossed."

"Me too. We've got about six weeks until the big move. What do you want to do?"

"Everything."

................

In the following weeks, to the extent Trent's school schedule would allow, he and Beverly spent a lot of time together and did many things. He quit his part time job to have more time to be with her. Beverly was happy to cover expenses to maximize her time with him.

They got dressed up and went on dates to fancy restaurants. They drove down to Houston for a weekend getaway, and stayed at the Post Oak near the Galleria. They spent another long weekend on the beach at South Padre Island. They took a couples massage workshop together. To the outside world, they looked and acted like a real couple, and in their own way, they were. They held hands, kissed, and hugged, anywhere and everywhere. They caught looks and stares, and didn't care at all.

Trent even lied to his family about going to spend Thanksgiving at his 'girlfriend's' house. His parents protested, mostly his mom, but when his dad saw how in love Trent was, he agreed to let him go. 'Is this girl that special to you?' his dad asked. 'Dad, this woman will be the measure that I compare any future women to.' Trent's response left his dad a little befuddled. Future women? Months later, Trent's father would understand.

Their time dwindled down, and then one day... "Beverly, this weekend is our last together before you leave next week. I want to make it very special, something that neither of us will ever forget."

"I know, and I agree. I've already got an idea."

"Tell me."

"I will, but first I want you to know, you're the best lover I've ever had. These past few months have been pure joy for me. You're so exceptional, that if I had my life to live over again from the beginning, I would make all the same choices, just to ensure that I ended up here again with you. You are worth waiting 62 years for."

"Bev, I can't even imagine a stronger compliment than that, but I'll try. I don't know what my future holds, but you're my first love, and I'll remember you for the rest of my life."

"And that's what this weekend is about. I'm going to fuck you so good that you'll never find anyone better." Jokingly, "I'm going to ruin your life, Trent." They both chuckle a little. Bev, suddenly, a little concerned, "Don't you have finals next week? Don't you need to study this weekend?"

"Yes, but no. I'll probably do ok on them without studying, and even if I fail, I don't really care. I'm changing my major, and these econ classes aren't even part of my new degree plan."

"You're changing your major? To what?"

"Music."

"My god, Trent. Really? How does your family feel about this?"

"As expected, my mom is a little upset and pretty concerned, but my dad is onboard. My mom is convinced that my 'girlfriend' is changing my mind. They want to meet her."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to ride it out until after the new year, and then just tell them that she 'left me'."

"Do you think you'll ever tell them about us one day?"

"Maybe. I kind of think my dad might be onto us, but I can't tell for sure. Anyway, back to this weekend. What's your idea?"

"Ok, you're young and there's a lot of things you've never done. I'm old and..."

"ER," Trent interrupts. "You are old-er. Not old."

"Thank you, Trent. I am old-er, but there's still a lot of things I haven't done either. So this weekend, anything goes. Saturday, all day, from sunrise to midnight, I am yours. I am your slave, and I will do absolutely anything and everything you command."

"What? Really? Oh, wow. You trust me that much?"

"Yes. There's a catch, though. Sunday, you are MINE, all day, from sunrise to midnight, and you will bow to my whims and obey every command. Can you do it?"

"Oh my fucking god, YES. I can and I will. And to be honest, I can't decide which day I'm looking forward to more."

................

Bev and Trent have essentially moved in together. Both of their apartments have an almost even distribution of each other's stuff. Bev's place is looking a little sparse because she has been packing up her personal items for the move. She has an arrangement with a local charity to come pick up much of her furniture on her final day. But before that all happens, they will have their weekend.....

It's early Saturday morning, and Trent lies awake, spooning Beverly in her bed, watching the window, waiting for the sun's rays to give him the go-ahead. As soon as he sees the first glimmer of light, it's go-time. "Bev, wake up," he whispers, kissing the back of her neck. She stirs too slowly. "Wake up, Bev. It's sunrise, and you're mine today."

Now awake and alert, "I see you're not going to waste a minute."

"No, I'm ready." He presses his morning wood against her backside. "You need to get ready. The first thing you're going to do for me today is fuck me, right now."

"Trent, I need a few minutes before I can take you."

"I understand, so finger yourself until you are wet for me. I want to lay here with you, holding you, caressing you, and kissing you while you touch your pussy. Go."

"Mmmmm, ok." Bev raises her hand up and sticks her middle finger in Trent's mouth and he gets it nice and wet for her. Then she puts that wet finger where it belongs and gets going.

Trent does all he said he would while Bev strokes herself. Her breathing intensifies. She moans. "Ok, Trent, I'm..."

Before she can finish the sentence, he's slid his cock into her. He was poised and ready, his hard-on waiting at her entrance for the invitation to come inside. He wastes no time. This fuck is for him. He hopes she cums too, but he's not holding back and pacing for her benefit. He's railing her with a singular purpose. As they lay on their sides, he reaches around her to cup and squeeze her tits. He's holding on to her chest as he rapidly pounds her juicy cunt. Bev, to her credit, seems to understand the situation, and has conceded to make this all for Trent. She arches her back, and gives him a better approach angle for thrusting. He explodes into her with a yell, tenses his body for a brief moment, and falls quiet, except for light panting.

"It sounded like that was just what you needed."

"It was. What a great start to a great day."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"I want you to make us some food, but first, I have to give you a gift." Trent goes to his bag on the floor, and pulls out a small box. "It's a whole costume. I want you to wear it while you make our breakfast."

Beverly opens the box to reveal a toque (chef hat). "Where's the rest?"

Trent simply smiles.

"Oh, ok. This is the whole thing. I get it." She stands up and puts it on. "How does it look?"

"Very professional, babe, and super sexy. I told you this is my favorite outfit for you."

"Let's get cooking!" Bev leads Trent to the kitchen. "What do you want?"

"Check the fridge."

Bev opens the fridge to find a platter with 2 ham steaks and a half dozen eggs in a bowl, right at the front of the top shelf. "Ok, this I can do." She takes them out of the fridge, sets them on the counter, and gets the pans she will need.

Trent makes coffee (which he now drinks) for them. He pours them each a cup and fixes up Bev's the way she likes it. He takes her cup over to her as she stands at the stove, pan cooking the ham. He wraps his arms around her from behind while she continues to cook. Soon, a simple, loving hug turns into a grope as his hands just can't seem to stay off of her breasts.

"Are you having fun?" she asks.

"Yes, of course."

"Good. I want you to."

He kisses her cheek and retreats to this seat at the table to allow her to focus. Soon, breakfast is ready. She sets their plates down, and then joins him at the table, still naked. "So, will I have any clothes on at all today?"

"If I had my way, no, but we will be going out in public, so I guess you probably should."

They enjoy their meal, sit and chat over coffee, and then rise to do the dishes. As they stand at the sink, side by side, Trent is musing at the rubber spatula Bev used to stir the scrambled eggs.

"Why are you staring at a spatula?"

"Because I'm wondering something about it."

"What?"

"If it would fit," he smirks.

Bev, unsure for a brief moment, "What? Fit where?.... Oh."

"Want to find out?"

"It's your day. If this is a pressing issue for you, I will help you satisfy your curiosity."

"I think I need to know." He hands it to her.

"Ok," She holds it by the tip and puts the handle in her mouth to wet it. "Here goes." She lowers it to her opening and slips it in, about ⅔ of the way. "What do you know? It does!"

"I thought it probably would. But I'm not so sure about this," he says, holding a whisk.

"You dirty boy. I had no idea you were this way."

Trent, breaking his playful character for a moment, "Is this putting you off?"

"Of course not. When I said 'anything goes', I meant it. Give me that," grabbing the whisk from his hand. She begins to insert the handle.

"Nope, you've got it backwards."

"Oh, you are absolutely filthy. I'll need to get more comfortable for this." She hops up onto the table. "Come sit here," she instructs. Trent sits in the chair right in front of her widespread legs. She turns the whisk over and begins to slowly press the beater end inside her. It stretches her, and she groans and winces a little. As the widest part finally passes, it slips further in much easier. Now only an inch of the handle is visible.

"Oh my god, you did it! That's awesome!"

"Now, take it out of me." Trent pinches the handle and begins to pull. "Slowly, unless you want your day to end early with a trip to the E. R."

"I'll be careful, I promise." Trent pulls slowly, his eyes widening in proportion to the stretching of her opening as the wide end of the whisk passes. She moans with relief. "That was... something else."

"Yeah. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I could do it, but I wasn't gonna back out after my whole 'anything goes' bit."

"Well, you've proven yourself, and I've seen enough."

Relieved, "Thanks."

"You really mean it, don't you? 'Anything goes'?"

"Anything," she answers.

"Ok, let's get dressed. We're going out for the next part."

................

They take a ride to a nearby park. It's a beautiful sunny December day in Texas. They get out and walk the trail that goes through and around the park.

"My mind is on edge a little, wondering what the next thing you will want me to do is going to be."

"There's nothing for you to do right now except be with me in the moment. Not everything is sexual." He holds her hand as they walk. As usual when they are affectionate in public, people look. Some do a double take. Some glance, hoping to not be caught looking. Others blatantly stare. "Actually, I do have something for you. The next person we catch giving a look of judgment, I want you to go up to them and say, 'Yes, this is my boyfriend, and he's the best sex I've ever had'. Can you do that?"

"Oh, for sure. I've been wanting to do that anyway."

"This I've gotta see."

It doesn't take long to come across another lookey-loo. A middle aged woman, dressed very conservatively, with a 'Karen' bob hairstyle. She doesn't just simply observe and move on. No, she must make her disapproval known. She gives a scowl of disgust as they walk past her.

"All right," Trent says, "we've got our first customer. You know what to do."

"I sure do. Watch this." Bev approaches the woman, and stops her. "Excuse me, ma'am, but I couldn't help but notice your disapproving expression as you passed us. There's something I want you to know. I know you. I know where you are; I've been there. Woman to woman, I bet that you've probably only had maybe three or four orgasms in your whole life. This young man here, this stud, has me coming daily. He's the best sex I've ever had." The woman looks rather uncomfortable, like she wasn't expecting to be confronted for her snobbery.

"Now, I realize I approached you harshly, but I want to extend an olive branch here. You're reasonably young and attractive. You could have what I have. Grow out your hair, hit the gym a little, get some sexier outfits, put on a little makeup. You may surprise yourself. Trust me, it's worth it. Now have a nice day."

This woman is shocked, speechless. Bev simply smiles and turns on her heels and heads back over to Trent.

"Ho... ly... shit! Bev, that was intense. I had no idea you were going to lay into her that fucking hard. You always have a surprise for me, don't you?"

"I try to."

They continue strolling through the park, taking in the sights and the nature. Other couples pass, old and young alike. Families and friends have picnics and birthday parties. Children play. Trent walks with Bev, enjoying this simple pleasure every bit as much as the amazing sex they have.

Suddenly, Bev has a curiosity. "This morning, in the kitchen, putting things up my pussy, where did that idea come from?"

"I don't know, it just seemed interesting. You said anything goes, so I was just pushing the boundaries for excitement."

"Did watching me do that turn you on?"

"Oh yeah, a lot. But it was also just for curiosity and fun. Why?"

"Oh, just getting ideas for tomorrow," Bev says suggestively.

"Uh-oh," Trent reacts.

As they continue to stroll, they approach an ice cream vendor.

"Would you like one?" Trent asks.

"Sure," Bev replies.

Trent gets an ice cream sandwich and Bev gets a drumstick. Then she reaches for her billfold.

"I've got this," Trent asserts.

"Trent, baby, I know you're short on cash since you quit working. Let me treat you. I enjoy it."

"Not this time. I insist. I've got some money now." Trent pays the man, and they walk on.

"From where?"

"I sold some stuff. Some of my collectibles."

"Oh, honey, you didn't have to do that."

"Yeah, I did. It's time to grow up. Legally, I was a grown man once I turned 18, but being with you has made me feel more like a man than anything else in my life ever has. You did this. You made a man out of me."

"I just helped bring out what you had inside all along."

They stop and Trent pulls her close to him and kisses her romantically. "You wanna get out of here? Let's go back to my place for what's next."

"Lead on."

................

When they arrive back at Trent's apartment. He's got a gift there waiting for her. "Trent, this is your day to get what you want, and you're giving me gifts?"

"I am getting what I want. Go on and open it."

Bev unwraps it. It's the Game of Thrones complete series box set. "This is kind of where we started, wasn't it."

"Yup. I remember watching you trib yourself on the couch, with me just a cushion away, not even knowing what you were doing at the time."

"We never did finish the series. There were several episodes we started but didn't finish because we got carried away with 'other things'."

"Well, now you can." Trent senses the moment becoming emotional, so he switches gears. "So, are you ready for what's next?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"I want you to make me dinner."

"That's it? I do that all the time anyway. You can tell me to do anything you want, and you want me to make dinner?"

"I want you to make me something special that you've never made for me before."

"What do you want?"

"You choose. Surprise me with something amazing. Oh, and make sure to wear the chef outfit I got you." Trent smiles.

"Of course." She smiles back. "I'll need to go get some things."

"That's fine. While you're out, I'll need some time to prepare something for later."

"Oooh, a man with a plan. I like it. Should I be worried?"

"You're the one who said 'anything goes'."

................

Beverly returns from the store with the food for the dinner she will make. Trent is not there. He must be at his place doing something. She puts the food in the fridge, and begins to gather the prepware she needs. 'Oh, I almost forgot my "uniform",' she remembers, so she goes to her room, strips down, and returns to the kitchen in nothing but her toque. She wants Trent to see her diligently making his meal, just the way he wants when he comes in.

Trent comes back a little bit later. He is immediately struck by the tantalizing smell of something delicious, and the titillating sight of someone divine. Bev is listening to music on her airpods, and hasn't noticed Trent has returned. He simply watches, amused, as Bev sings and dances in the kitchen, stark naked except for a chef hat, making dinner for the two of them. 'This is what love is,' he feels.

"Oh my god!" Bev exclaims, surprised by the sight of Trent sitting there, watching her. "I didn't hear you come in. I had no idea you were back yet."

"Please, continue."

"You want to know what I'm making?"

"Sure, I already know it's good."

"We've got Wagyu tenderloins searing here, King crab legs steaming there, scalloped potatoes, and spicy broccoli.

"And who says eating healthy isn't yummy?"

"I may have dropped the ball on the healthy part tonight. There's enough garlic butter in all this stuff to raise your cholesterol 10 points overnight."

"I'll worry about my cholesterol some other day." Trent hugs her from behind and kisses her cheek. "Now, get back to singing and dancing like I'm not here." Trent takes a seat at the table. Bev puts her airpods back in and continues cooking and entertaining.

Soon, it's all ready. Bev dishes and serves. They dig in.

"Oh my god, this is the best steak I've ever had," Trent lauds. "It's so juicy. You hit the exact doneness, too. Perfectly pink in the middle."

"Well, I know you like it pink in the middle," Bev intimates.

"Nice one. You know me well. I really enjoy watching you cook in that sexy chef uniform, by the way."

"It may be sexy, but not very practical. Hot butter spattered right onto my nipple."

"Shall I render first aid?" Playfully, "I could kiss it for you."

"Later. Enjoy your dinner."

"I am." After another bite, "So did you think that for my day that all I would want to do is just fuck all day?"

"My first thought was yes. But then I thought about it more and realized you have more to you than that."

"To be honest, that was my first thought too. Then I understood I wouldn't be able to that many times. If it was once per hour from sunrise to midnight, that would be 18 times."

"I bet you could've gone for 10."

Back to his dinner again, "This crab is delectable. I've only had snow crab, or whatever it is they have at Red Lobster."

"Oh yeah, king crab is much better."

"You are just phenomenal at everything you do. You've really never made this before?"

"I've pan seared steaks before, but these are thick, and searing wouldn't get them done, so I put them on the Ninja grill for a bit before you got here, then seared them. And crab legs? Easy. I've never made king crab before, but I have other kinds. You just steam it. Easy peasey."

"You just make it look easy."

They enjoy Bev's fabulous meal, and relax and converse over a couple glasses of wine. They finish, clear the table, rinse some dishes, and leave the rest for later.

Trent, somewhat nervously, "So, are you ready to play now?"

"I'm ready. Are you? You seem nervous."

"I am, a little."

"Why?"

"Because I went all out. I took your 'anything goes' for a spin, and I pushed the pedal to the floor."

"I trust you, Trent. Even more, I love you. I want our last weekend together to leave no stone unturned. If there's anything we decide we don't like after the fact, then we don't do it again, but at least we'll have done it once so we'll know. You will have more chances later on to try all the things you want to try sexually, but I probably won't. You may be my last chance."

"I don't like to think about it that way. I love you, too. And I will give you what you want."

"What I want is for tonight, you do what you want."

"Well let's go." Trent fetches her robe, wraps it around her, takes her by the hand and leads her over to his apartment. He opens the door to his bedroom, and pulls the robe from off of her shoulders as she walks out of it and over to his dresser. Laid out on his dresser top, neatly arranged in a row on a black fleece blanket, are several toys, ropes, cuffs, straps, whips and crops, gags, bottles, and tape. There is also a camera.

"Whoa," Bev mutters. "You've put some thought into this I see."

"Yes, I have."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Choose."

Bev looks over the items and sees something she doesn't recognize. A small metal trinket that looks like a thin little turnip, with a pretty blue gemstone on the end. "What's this?" she asks, picking it up.

"Well, if you don't know, then maybe you shouldn't have picked it. It's a butt plug."

"Wait, I didn't pick it, I'm just asking."

"You picked it up, so you picked it."

Bev, unsure, "So, is it what it sounds like it is?"

"Pretty much." He guides her to his bed. "Come over here and get ready. Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees." She obeys.

"Are you just going to shove that in my ass?"

"No, of course not. That would hurt. I don't want it to hurt. Well, not seriously anyway. Maybe just a tiny little bit. Anyway, I'm gonna make sure you're nice and relaxed and ready, and when you tell me you are ready, then I'll put it in your ass."

"How are you going to get me to rel...." Before she can finish her question, Trent's tongue has slithered into her pussy. He licks, he laps, he slurps and sucks. He tickles her clit, then he tongues her hole, then back and forth. Bev enjoys Trent's mouth on her, but soon he moves somewhere new. He's licking her rim, tickling and flicking, the tip of his tongue threatening the threshold of her ass. This is not just something Beverly has never had before, but something she's never even thought about. It feels.... strange.... and good. As he continues rimming her, he reaches under with his right hand and fingers her clit. He kisses his way up her ass, up her back, up her neck until he's right in Bev's ear. "Tell me you want it in your ass," he whispers.

"I want it in my ass. Put it in," she answers breathily.

Trent tests her ass with his finger, tracing her rim lightly, then pressing her button gently until the tip of his finger sinks in slowly. "That's one knuckle. Are you good?"

"Yes, keep going!"

He presses in further. She moans, and clenches on his finger, then relaxes. "That's it, just relax. Stay loose. Here it comes for real." He grabs the butt plug, squirts some lube on it and smooths it all around. He teases the tip around her hole and then presses in slowly. As it deepens it also widens and stretches. Bev breathes rhythmically, relaxing little by little after every small advance. "Allright, it's in."

"That's all the way in? I thought it was going to feel bigger."

"This one is kind of medium sized. Not exactly a beginner item, but they make much bigger ones."

"Oh, god, no bigger please. So what do I do with it now?"

"You just wear it while you do other things. Are you ready to pick what's next?"

"Sure." Bev walks awkwardly over to the dresser to look at the other items. "It's weird to walk with it in." Pointing to the camera, "This one may seem self-explainatory, but humor me. Do you want to take pictures of me?"

"I want to have something to remember you by. Not just the love and friendship, but for everything you are to me. Are you cool with me taking pictures?"

"It's your day, Trent. In fact, I'm going to invoke one of my orders from my day now, a day early. Stop asking me for permission and if I'm 'ok'. Do what you want without asking. That's an order!"

"Ok, if that's really what you want. Get on the bed on your hands and knees again. Point your ass toward me. Show me that pretty blue gem. Now turn your head this way; I want your face in the picture too. Ok hold that. *CLICK* Nice one. Now, lay on your back. Pull your knees up to your chest with your legs spread so I can see your face in the middle. There it is. *CLICK* All right now you choose a pose yourself, just make sure I can see your ass."

Bev gets down off the bed and stands with her back to Trent. Then she bends all the way down, in half basically. Now she's looking at Trent upside down through her legs while her hair hangs to the floor.

"YES, great. *CLICK* I love it. That's enough pictures for now. I'll take more later. Now, I want you to pick something else."

"Ok, this." She hands Trent some rope.

"You know what I'm going to do with this, right?"

"Yes. I think."

"Lay down on the bed, on your tummy." She obeys. Trent ties one wrist to a corner post, then the other wrist to the other corner. Then he ties her ankles the same way. He has now taken on the persona of a dominant. "Now you can't pick what's next, so I will." He goes to the dresser, gets the crop, and comes back. "If at any point it's too much, say 'yellow', and I'll back off and slow down. If at any point you can't take anymore and need to stop, say 'red' and it will end. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." He tickles the crop on the bottom of her foot, then up her calf, then her thigh. Then he swishes it over her pussy a little bit. Then he sweeps it back and forth across her ass cheeks. She's trying to turn her head to see what he's got and what he's doing. "Uh-uh, no peeking." He gives her a medium hard swat on her ass. "Ow!" she yelps. "That's music to my ears," he responds. He swats her again, this time on the other side. She winces and yelps again. "Let me hear it!" he orders as he swats her again, this time a little harder.

She screams out, "Ahhhh!"

"One more time, now," as he gives her the hardest swat of all.

"Oooooooh my god, Trent!" she screams. He swats her 4 or 5 more times until he can hear her voice quiver a little.

"Your ass is so red." He gets the camera and takes a couple shots of her bright red ass cheeks, then puts the camera back. "Tell me how that felt."

"It hurt." He kisses her red buttocks.

"Obviously. How did it feel emotionally?"

"I felt a little scared because I didn't know how much more I could take."

"What else?"

"I felt defenseless, and at your mercy."

"Were you ever truly afraid that I would seriously harm you?"

"No."

"You felt defenseless and powerless, but safe at the same time?"

"Yes."

"Was that a good feeling?"

"Yes."

Trent climbs onto the bed and lays on top of her, like she asked of him their first night. He whispers in her ear, "You are the strongest person I know. Not just the strongest woman, the strongest person. How much more can you take?"

"I can take whatever you've got to give. If you hold back on me, I'll be disappointed. Do your thing. Let me have it."

"That's the spirit!" Trent picks up a bottle of lube and brings it to the bed. He climbs up behind Bev, between her legs. "I think we can take this out now," referring to the butt plug. He pinches and pulls slowly. Bev moans. "How does that feel when I wiggle it a little?"

"Pretty good, surprisingly."

Trent wiggles it a little more, and Bev responds with enthusiasm. "I've got to take it out now for what's next." He pulls slow and smooth, and like the whisk, once the widest part passes, the rest slips out easily. Bev sighs with relief. "Don't get too comfortable. We're nowhere near done yet."

Bev is still tied to the bed, her ankles to each post, her legs spread wide, her arms stretched to the corners. Trent lays on Bev again and rams his cock deep into her cunt. She enjoys the familiar pleasure, and as he thrusts, she rapidly reaches a mini orgasm. Trent can feel her cumming on him. As soon as she stops, he does. "That was fast. I've never had you cum so fast."

"I don't know what you were doing with that silver thing in my ass, but it seemed to work somehow."

"Oh, well then perhaps you'll enjoy what's next." Trent squirts some lube onto his dick, and some more onto his hand, and then rubs it up and down Bev's ass crack, making sure to finger some lube into her hole. He lines up his cock with her tight back door and presses gently. Not even strong enough to enter, but just enough to begin stretching her open with just the tip of his wand. He feels tightness and resistance at first, and then relaxation. He pushes a little more, now enough to get the head of his cock inside her ass. Once again, he gives her a moment to adjust. Bev is curious why Trent has paused so long at this point until she hears *CLICK*. Once he can feel she is calm and relaxed, he continues in. He hears her draw slow deep breaths. As she inhales, he slides in a little further each time.

"Oh, shit, Trent, I can't believe your cock's in my ass. I never thought I would do this in my life."

"Me neither, but I like it." Trent has now begun slowly fucking her, smoothly drawing in and out, trying to be gentle with her virgin anus.

Bev is breathing more rapidly, moaning and groaning, with the movement. Trent has yet to penetrate her to full depth, so he pushes until resistance, then pushes some more, and then some more until his balls can feel her wet pussy lips. Bev is taking it like a champ.

"Oh, god, Trent. No more, no deeper."

"I couldn't anyway. I've run out of cock length. I'm all the way inside your tight ass."

"Fuck it! Fuck me now. Keep it close to where it is, and move it short and fast."

'Those are some rather specific instructions,' Trent thinks to himself. Then he remembers what Bev taught him: she's giving him the combination to her safe. All he has to do is use it. "Ok," he says as he does as she instructs. He's pounding this one spot, hard, short and fast. Bev is screaming like a roller coaster rider. Trent can feel her coming. Her entire lower pelvic region is spasming and contracting. The sheer tightness of her ass is milking the cum out of him squirt after squirt after squirt until he feels like his balls have been completely emptied. Even after the last of his orgasm has faded, he doesn't stop until she's done. He learned his lesson. He begins to slow down and soften his thrusts following her pelvic rhythm and volume decrease. Finally all is still. They both breathe loudly and heavily, Trent on top of her, breathing almost into her ear. His cock shrinking and softening, Bev begins to feel the pressure inside her decrease and her anus collapse a little smaller.

"Trent, honey, if you're relishing lying on me with your cock up my ass, then by all means continue; I won't shortchange your pleasure. But whenever you're ready, I wouldn't mind if you got up," Bev hints.

"Oh my god, I don't think I've ever cum that hard. I'll get up. I know you need a break." He pulls out smoothly and slowly, then he quickly grabs the camera for another pic as cum slowly leaks out of her ass. *CLICK* Another keeper. "How you feeling?" he tenderly asks her.

"My wrists hurt a little."

"Your wrists? That's what hurts?"

"Yes. My ass will hurt tomorrow, I'm sure, but for now it's kind of numb."

"That's odd. But then again, neither of us has ever done this so it's not like we knew what to expect." He begins to untie the ropes. "So you came pretty hard I noticed."

"Yeah, your balls were smashing my clit over and over. And there must be something up my ass that I didn't know I had. You were hitting it just right."

"We should've tried this sooner. We could've done it more."

"I don't think so. As good as it felt at the time, I'm gonna be paying for this for a couple of days. It would've been a 'once in a great while' kind of thing."

"I get it. Well, you've been a good sport and a great slave, but there's one more pic I want, you know, for the archive."

"What's that?"

"I want a picture of you with my cum on your face. The problem is I don't think I have any left. I think I'm dry."

"Here's what I'll do for you. I'll let you tomorrow, even though it's my day. Deal?"

"Deal. Well, the last thing I want you to do tonight is let me bathe you."

"You want to take a bath together?"

"Yes, but I want to wash you. I want to put shampoo in your hair, and rinse it. I want to rub a sponge with soap suds all over you."

"Ok, that sounds nice. I can get onboard with that. Let's go use my tub."

"Now I just thought of something else. I want you to walk naked from my door to yours. And you can't run or rush. Be cool, like you don't have a care in the world."

"I can do that. I'm moving in 5 days."

"Ok, let's go."

Bev walks nude to Trent's front door, while Trent quickly slips on a pair of shorts. Bev looks back to make sure Trent is following.

"You ready?" Trent asks.

"Open the door," Bev responds.

She strolls out, stops and stretches, and looks around. The cool December air gives her a chill and goosebumps. Trent is walking directly to her door. Bev spots an old neighbor on her patio.

"Hello, Mrs. Williams!" Beverly yells.

"Hello, dear. That's a lovely outfit!"

"Thank you! Well, have a good night."

"What the hell are you doing?" Trent whispers loudly.

"Relax, Trent. She's blind as a bat and won't even remember this tomorrow. And I'm doing what you dared me to do."

"Ok, well done, now come on in!" They enter and Trent closes the door. "I always get more than I bargained for with you."

"I deliver on my word."

They head to Bev's bathroom, and Trent turns on the water. The steam rises as the tub fills. Bev's chill subsides some. Trent loses his shorts. They are now both naked again. Trent pulls Bev close for a hug to warm them, as the tub continues filling. "Your nipples are poking my nipples. It's kind of weird 'cause they're all hard. It's like a nipple fight." Trent playfully rubs his cold pointed nipples across Bev's.

"You are silly. I like it. This is another one of the things I never got to do when I was married."

"Rub nipples?"

"Be silly. Be goofy. Just have sexy intimate fun."

"I told you I want to give you all the things you never got."

"You are."

The tub has filled, and they get in, Trent first this time, and then Beverly, sitting in front of him. He grabs the hand sprayer, adjusts the water temp, and wets Bev's hair. She hands him the shampoo bottle. He squirts some on her head, and massages it in, foaming it into lather. Bev relaxes with her eyes closed, and sighs audibly. "This is another thing I've never had: a simple routine moment turned into something intimate and romantic."

Trent senses that this is not a conversation starter, and no response is required. Bev simply needs to talk, so he listens.

"What am I going to do once I get to Hawaii? Move into my new place and then what? I'll get started on my list. I'm going to surf. I'm going to go scuba diving. Maybe I'll learn to fish, or sail, or maybe get my pilot's license. And I'll be outgoing and friendly, and find my people."

"You will. You'll do it all. It might sound weird coming from me, but I'm proud of you."

"Thank you. And it doesn't sound weird."

Trent rinses out her hair, then uses the conditioner. Bev sighs like she's being pampered at a day spa. After rinsing the conditioner, he grabs the loofah and the body wash and lathers it up. He gently rubs it on her neck, shoulders, and back. He goes to wash her front, but Bev interrupts. "Use your hands on my front. I like feeling your hands on me." She is now reclined back with her head on his chest. He holds the loofah above her chest and squeezes the soap suds onto her tits. With his hands, he spreads and rubs the lather all over her front, gently crossing her breasts, but not lingering. Younger, inexperienced Trent would have been content to just grab and squeeze her boobs with juvenile enthusiasm, but Trent, the man, teases his way across them, lightly tickling her nipples as his hands pass over, caressing her entire front from her neck to her navel. Bev is so relaxed in his arms Trent thinks she may have dozed off.

"Bev, are you awake?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Are you ready to rinse off?"

"No, let's just stay like this."

They relax in the bath until they both doze off, only to wake up an hour later when the water had gotten cold.

"Bev, let's get up and go to bed. It's cold in here."

"I don't care; I'm so comfortable."

"I order you to get up. I'm freezing."

Bev looks at the clock on the wall- 12:13. "You can't give me any more orders. Your day is over."

"Ok, then please, can we get out?"

"Allright, fine." She gets up and towels herself dry. Trent gets out and wraps his towel around his shoulders and shivers. Bev hugs him with her towel wrapped around both of them. "Come on, baby, let's get in bed and get warm." After drying, they head to Bev's room and crawl under the covers and snuggle up together.

"I had an amazing day. Thank you," Trent whispers.

"I did too, and you're welcome."

"I hope I can give to you as good as you gave to me."

"I'm sure you can. Let's sleep now."

"I love you, Beverly."

"I love you too, honey. Good night."

"Good night."

................

Trent awakens before dawn again. He lies cuddled up to Bev's side, his eyes towards the window, just like yesterday. Just as soon as he sees the morning light...

"Bev, wake up. It's your day."

"Hmmmmmm."

"Come on, Bev, what do you want to do today?"

Lethargicly, "Sleep later."

"Don't you have an order for me?"

"Yes- lay down and go back to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And don't call me 'ma'am'."

Trent surrenders and lays his head back down. Bev is laying on her front with her head facing away from him. He twiddles his finger through her hair, then traces down the center of her back. He continues down over her ass cheek, then down her thigh. Then he drags his fingers back up the same path he had just traced, lightly scratching. He kisses her shoulder, then kisses his way over to her neck.

"You're seriously not going to let me sleep in on my day?"

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll stop."

"It's too late, I'm fully awake now." She turns to face him. "You better make it worth my while that you got me up early."

"How?"

"You could give me a kiss." Trent leans in. "Not on the mouth...."

"Oh, ok. No problem." Bev turns over. Trent slides down under the covers and crawls between Bev's legs. He begins with a 'kiss', the way he would kiss her mouth. She runs her fingers through his hair. Trent has learned Bev's preferences and her signals, and has become quite adept at making Bev cum with just his tongue. He's giving her the works now, and she's getting close.

"Stop, stop. Come here, baby." Trent slides up face to face.

"Yes?"

"You were doing amazing, but now I want more. Make love to me, Trent."

They've had a lot of sex, and done a lot of 'fucking', but Trent is a little unsure how to 'make love'. He dare not ask, though, and dampen this moment. This is something that, as a man, he needs to figure out on his own, and he'd better get it right. No more asking Bev for guidance. He decides to just take things slow and smooth, and focus on the togetherness of sex, instead of trying to make each other cum. He kisses her passionately, not even trying to get inside her yet. His hands run all over her body. He lays on top of her, resting his body weight on hers, full skin to skin contact, the way he knows she likes. Her arms are around him, her hands on his back, pulling him into her, as if she wants their bodies to occupy the same physical space.

She kisses him like never before, with reckless aggressiveness, their tongues battling for superiority. She tilts her hips toward him and wraps her legs around him. Trent knows of no clearer signal that a woman wants a man inside her, so he obliges. He slides into her smoothly and gently, unlike their first encounter when he plowed ahead roughly.

Bev has stopped kissing him now, and just looks into his eyes. Their lips graze and touch each other's. They are speaking a secret love language they've created just with their gaze. Their breathing quickens, and their bodies vibe together. Trent is not even thrusting in and out, their physical connection just moves in waves as Bev rotates her hips. The sensation created by this movement is different, but powerful. Their rhythm is in sync. They continue to stare into each other's eyes. Trent sees Beverly's passion for life, resilience, and determination, and she sees his strength, courage, and innocence. Together they achieve a climax that begins as one, shared between them, and then separates for them each to enjoy, much like how identical twins form in the womb. Their pleasures feed into and accelerate each other's, and the combination spirals up and out until it escapes into the ether.

They breathe together, in sync at first, then settling back into their individual selves. Still staring into each other's eyes, Trent is overcome.

"I'll never love anyone the way I love you," Trent declares.

"You showed up in my life, and were exactly what I needed, exactly when I needed it. It's enough to make one believe in a divine plan. In the short time we've had together, you've become the most important, most influential person in my whole life. I'm truly blessed to be your friend and lover. And, of course, I love you, too."

They rest and bask in the afterglow of an experience that neither of them had ever had before. After a few moments, they drift back into light sleep, just as Bev had wanted.

................

Beverly reawakens at about 8:50. "Trent, honey, I'm ready to get up now. Wake up." Trent rises enthusiastically, ready to meet the challenges of the day. "I want you to make breakfast for me for once."

"Umm, ok." Trent thinks... "What do you want me to make?"

"What can you make? What do you know how to do?"

"I can make cereal. Oh, and oatmeal."

"Is that really it?"

"Sorry."

"It's ok, it just calls for a little change of plans. I'm going to teach you how to make an omelette."

"But it's your day,"

"I know, and this is what I want to do. You need this. But first, we left dishes from last night's dinner. Go take care of them, slave, and then come back and get me. Oh, and make us some coffee, too."

"Yes, ma..... I mean, Yes, m'lady."

Trent does his chores like a good boy, and returns to get Bev. He sees that she's wearing her chef 'uniform' that he gave her yesterday. Trent stares and admires.

"Are you ready to learn?" Bev asks.

"I'll try, but I might be distracted."

"If you can't pay attention, then I'll get dressed."

Quickly, "No, I'll be ok."

Bev leads Trent to the kitchen. "Do you know what an omelette essentially is? It's just scrambled eggs with stuff added to it, folded in a solid piece. So get out everything you will need: the eggs, ham and cheese, if you want it. I want some tomatoes and peppers in mine so get them out too."

Trent does as instructed. Next he gets a bowl, and the omelette pan. He cracks the eggs into the bowl. Then he gets a whisk. "I'll never look at one of these the same again." He begins beating the eggs.

"Me neither."

Next he slices some ham into cubes, and dices a tomato and a bell pepper.

"Now pour about a centimeter of scrambled eggs into the pan. Now sprinkle in whatever you want. Ham, cheese, bacon bits, whatever." He adds ham and cheese. "Don't stir it around. Let the eggs cook until there's no more runny egg. Then you grab a spatula and fold it in half over onto itself."

Trent picks his favorite spatula, "Hello, old friend," and does as instructed.

"Now put it on a plate."

"That's it? That's pretty easy!"

"It is. You know, if you make breakfast for a young lady after she's spent the night with you, she'll be impressed."

"Thanks for the tip, but are you trying to be my wingman?"

"I just want you to be alright after I'm gone. Now make mine." Trent makes another omelette and adds tomatoes and peppers this time. "Perfect."

They sit down to enjoy their breakfast and coffee. They enjoy being together even without speaking. Trent can't take his eyes off of Bev in her chef outfit, but he's not staring with lust. He's looking at her differently, and Bev isn't quite sure what's going on, but she's beginning to get an idea. 'Not today. Please, not today. This is supposed to be our fun day,' she thinks.

They finish up and clear their dishes. "What now?" Trent asks.

"We're going out for a little while. Go get dressed and come back over, and then we'll go."

Trent comes back a few minutes later in some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. Bev has put on a short blue dress with a Hawaiian flower print.

"That is the sexiest dress I've ever seen you wear. How long have you had that?"

"I just got it. I ordered it; it came in on Friday."

"You are going to turn heads."

"I hope so."

They drive to a shopping center with several stores.

"What are we doing here?" Trent asks.

"We're going to get you some nice looking outfits, so you can attract young women."

"Really? Shopping? You can make me do anything you want today, and you want to take me shopping?"

"Yes, but there is a game involved. Every time you pick out an outfit that I find sexy, I'll let you press the button. This button." She shows Trent a small, key fob sized remote control with a single button on it.

"What's that for?" he asks.

"I'll let you try it once for free to find out." She hands it over.

Trent examines it, trying to figure out what it might be. He impatiently succumbs to his curiosity and just presses it. Nothing happens. It doesn't beep or flash or do anything apparently. "I don't get it, Bev, what does this even do?" He looks to Bev for the answer. Her eyes are partially closed and her breathing is ragged. She squeezes her thighs together, and says with a shaky voice, "It turns something on..."

Trent has figured it out. He watches intently as Bev becomes more stimulated. He starts to get thicker observing her pleasure. He hits the button again to stop it. "And you think I'm twisted!" Bev just smiles at him and takes the button back. "Ok, let's go shopping!"

At the first store they go to, Trent finds a couple of items he likes and then tries them on for Bev. She gives the thumbs down. "Trent there are times when you dress for a functional purpose, like work or a specific activity. Then there are times you dress for comfort. Other times you dress to express your own personal style, and finally, there are times when you dress to impress others. This is the last type. So find some stuff that will make women want to fuck you, ok?"

"Can you just show me what looks good on me?"

"Nope. If I did that, You wouldn't get to press the button, and I would be disappointed. This is for you to learn."

'Ok, Trent, think,' he internalizes, 'what are your good qualities?' He's been told he has pretty eyes. 'Maybe blue is my color. What else?' He is tall and slim with a low body fat percentage. 'I need stuff that will show that I am lean, maybe a little bit tighter fitting.' He is young and kind of baby-faced. 'I'll need to look a little older and more mature, more refined.' He finds a short sleeved button up shirt that is a complimentary shade of blue. He grabs a large size. 'Nope, try a medium,' he puts the large back and gets a medium sized shirt. He tries it on, and comes out to show Bev. "Well, what do you think?"

Bev looks at the musculature of his arms and chest, which is now observable, unlike in his baggier clothes. She gives him the thumbs up and hands over the button. "You're on the right track. Here ya go."

Trent presses the button immediately and Bev gasps. He watches intently as she tries to maintain eye contact with him, but ultimately cannot focus. She stumbles to a nearby bench and sits down, closing her eyes as her breathing increases. They have caught the attention of a store employee, who approaches.

"Ma'am, is everything alright? I saw you looked a little light-headed."

Trent presses the button to turn it off.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just got a little woozy. It happens sometimes. I'm anemic."

"Oh, ok. Would you like some water or something? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"No, thanks. I'll be fine. I just need to rest a moment."

"Well, please let me know if there's anything I can do for you." The clerk walks away.

"That was close," Trent says.

"Yeah, I was getting close. This thing is pretty powerful, and I'm wearing it at the perfect position."

Trent is now too curious to resist. "Let me see," he says, smiling in anticipation.

Bev looks around to see if the coast is clear, then spreads her legs and raises her dress to reveal she isn't wearing any panties. Trent's eyes widen and his mouth falls open. He can see a purple vibrator between her lips directly over her clit.

"Bev, how is that staying in place with no underwear on?"

"It's U shaped. The other half of it is inside me," she says, smiling.

Trent's hard cock leaks a pool of precum voluminous enough to soak through his pants leg, leaving a spot on his jeans. Beverly notices. Teasing, "Uh-oh, we might have to get you some new pants too."

They continue shopping around. Trent has found some good looking shirts, but now needs to find some pants and perhaps shoes. Trent pretty much only owns blue jeans and gym shorts. In another store he tries on a pair of black slacks that ride his waistline properly, not sagging down. They are loose enough to move, but tight enough to show the curve of his ass, and the width of his thighs and calves. Beverly gives another thumbs up and hands over the button. "Wait, Trent, let's take this into the dressing room so we don't get caught. We've had some close calls."

They head into the dressing room together and Trent presses the button once again. Bev, feeling more comfortable with the modicum of privacy that the small dressing room affords, moans audibly. Trent leans in to kiss her. She sees his advance and pulls him and kisses him first. They make out for a couple minutes, until Bev says, "We should stop now." Trent presses the button. Nothing happens. "Baby, turn it off."

"I'm trying. It's not working." Trent tries the button several more times. It does not turn off. "Babe, it won't stop."

"Oh my god, just let it go..." Bev kisses him aggressively, moaning into his mouth to keep the noise down. She bucks her hips and grinds on his thigh. She's definitely cumming. After a couple more jolts, the vibrator falls out onto the floor, still buzzing quietly. Trent aims the remote at it and presses the button again. It finally silences. Bev, panting, holds onto Trent for a few moments until she is ready to stand on her own. She looks down and sees the stain of frothy pussy juice up and down the leg of the black pants Trent was wearing. "I guess we've got to buy these now." They laugh together.

................

The shopping trip was an enjoyable success. Trent ended up with several sharp looking outfits, and Beverly with a fun new toy that really delivers big pleasure, although it malfunctions occasionally.

"Are you hungry?" Bev asks.

"I pretty much always am," Trent says.

"Let's go get something. I want you to take me to a place you like."

"I can do that."

They drive over to a small, locally owned coffee house near campus.

"Oh," Bev says surprised. "I thought we might get some lunch, not just a snack."

"They've got good sandwiches here, not just coffee. I've been here a lot with my friends, even when I didn't drink coffee, just for muffins and pastries and sandwiches."

"OK, looks like a fun place."

They head inside, place their order, and take a seat at a table near a window.

"Well, what do you think?" Trent asks.

"I like it. It feels inviting and homey. Comfortable. Somewhere you can relax."

"It is. That's what I like about it."

Just then, three of Trent's friends walk in: Tyler, Christine (Tyler's girlfriend), and Trevor. They see Trent immediately, and come on over to chat even before ordering.

"Hey! What's up, man? It's been a little while."

"What's up, Trev?" Trent responds. "What have y'all got going this weekend?"

"We're just getting caffeinated before we have a study session. Econ III final is Tuesday." Tyler says.

"I heard you changed your major," Christine says.

"Yeah, I did. I just wasn't feeling business," Trent answers. "Everybody, this is Beverly."

They all politely say hello, nice to meet you, etc. followed by a little moment of uncomfortable silence.

"Well, I'm just gonna ask," says Christine, "are you Trent's girlfriend? He told us he was dating a woman who.... wasn't in school."

Bev, slightly taken aback, "He told you that?" Bev looks to Trent to gauge his comfort with the question. He smiles at her, satisfied. "Yeah, I guess I am. We started out as neighbors, then we became friends. Now we fuck a lot."

The four youths are shocked by her blunt response.

Christine is the first to break the awkwardness. "Well, that's ummm, I see you're very happy together. Trent speaks highly of you."

"Trent is a wonderful young man, and I'm very happy with him." Trent's initial shock at her crassness, has dissipated, and he now beams with pride and admiration.

"Don't look so surprised, guys. I told you I was with an older woman, and you two guys were all, 'Bro, you're the man!' What happened to that?"

Tyler is reserved, threatened by the prospect of upsetting his girlfriend by celebrating Trent's ascension, but Trevor is there for it.

"Yeah, man, you go. Beverly, you're definitely hot. I thought Trent was lying to me, but here you are." Trevor says supportively.

"Yes, here I am. Thanks, Trevor," Bev responds. "And you can call me Bev."

"Do NOT call her ma'am," Trent advises. Bev laughs, and they all follow on chuckling.

"Do you guys want to join us?" Christine asks Trent and Bev.

"We're kind of in the middle of something here. A date," Trent answers. "But I'll catch up with y'all later this week. Cool?"

They all respond OK, Cool, see ya, nice to meet you, etc.

"Your friends are nice," Bev says.

"Yeah, they're good people."

"I had wondered how much you may have told them about us. I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep us a secret."

"Bev, I could never be ashamed of you. If you want me to, I would take you to meet my parents. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but you don't have to do that. Especially since I'm leaving this week." Every time there is mention of Bev's departure, a little minor gloom enters the room. She needs to recover quickly. "Hey, after lunch, I have another task for you."

"Ok," Trent says, able to reign in his feelings, put aside negative thoughts, and remember what today is really about. "What have you got in mind?"

"Well, I'm going to let you get that picture you want, but there's a little catch."

"What is it?"

"You'll find out when we get back."

................

After lunch, they head back to Trent's apartment. Bev wastes no time. "Go get your camera. Have it ready." He fetches it. Bev kneels in front of him, undoes his pants, and drops them to the floor. She looks up at him naughtily and he can tell she has something unexpected planned. She lowers his boxers, and his cock pops out, fully hardened and dripping wet.

"Looks like somebody is expecting something," Bev teases, licking the drop of precum from his tip. "Get your phone out."

"Oh, wow, I just wanted a picture. You want me to video it?"

"No, I want you to call your parents."

"Why?"

"Because I want them to know you're a man. Just call and don't say anything. They'll think it's an accidental call. And then, they get to hear you get your dick sucked."

"Bev, you're crazy! I can't do that."

"You would turn me down on my special day?"

"Oh, shit. No, no. How can I?"

"Figure it out. Make your decision."

"This is fucking nuts! Why do you want this?"

"Because it will be a funny story you can tell for the rest of your life. You'll get to be like, 'Hey, remember when I accidentally called my parents in the middle of getting a blowjob?' It'll be hilarious some day, trust me. I don't have anything like this. I never did anything wild or crazy, until now, till I met you. I wish I had crazy stories to tell. I had a safe and secure, but boring and uneventful life, for the most part."

"Ok. Ok, if you want this, I can't refuse you."

"Good. I'm not starting till you hit the call button."

"Ok," Trent takes a couple of deep breaths, looks into Bev's expectant eyes, hits 'Call' on his mom's number, and set's his phone down. "Ok, it's ringing. Go!"

Bev takes him in deep first thing and then wags her tongue across the underside of his cock during a very slow pull out. She makes sure to make this blowjob sloppy, slurpy, and loud, humming and moaning onto his rod. Trent has committed to the task and is not holding back any of his own sounds. Trent has been rather horny since before lunch, back in the clothing store, so he doesn't need much time. Bev has superb skills, and brings him right to the edge before pulling off and jacking him to the end. Trent cums quite audibly, and as planned, his cum lands on her lips, nose, and cheek. Not planned, however, is the cum that landed on her left eyelid. "Get the camera," Bev mumbles, trying to stay still for her shot. Trent is still recovering from his release, and takes a moment to remember why they were there. He grabs his camera, aims, and *CLICK*. "Ok, I got it. It's a great shot."

Trent remembers that the call is still on, and abruptly hits 'End'. He looks down at Bev's cum drenched face and wipes the cum off of her eye with his thumb. She looks up at him and smiles. As she parts her lips, the semen on them slips into her mouth. She licks her lips clean, wipes her cheek with her hand, and licks her fingers.

"Wait!" Trent exclaims. He grabs the camera for another shot.

"You want more pictures? Ok, how about this?" Bev opens her mouth to show the cum still on her tongue. *CLICK*. She raises up her shirt and bra, then wipes the cum off of her nose and rubs it onto her nipple. *CLICK*.

"You've totally outdone yourself and exceeded my hopes once again." Trent states excitedly.

"I aim to please. Your aim was a little off, though," she says, wiping her eyelashes clean.

"My aim? I wasn't even aiming. You were in total control."

"I know, I'm just messing with you. I guess I thought you had less distance on your shot than you did. You really launched it."

"It's a gift," Trent says jokingly. "Shit, any minute now I'm gonna get a call asking me 'What the fuck was that?'."

"Just let it go to voicemail; worry about that later."

"I can't believe my parents heard me have an orgasm. It's a weird feeling."

"Well, now they know what you're capable of."

"I really want to kiss you right now, but I can't."

"Sure you can. It's just cum. It's yours, by the way. It's not gross. Besides, I've swallowed it all. My mouth is empty."

"I don't know...."

"Trent Mathews, come over here and kiss me right now. That's an order." He does. He kisses her with little remains of jizz on her chin and nose. He kisses her just the same as he would if she was right out of a professional dental cleaning. He kisses her because she is amazing, and he loves her.

"Are you up for more weird stuff?" Bev asks.

"Let's have a little break, and have a drink. Maybe wash your face."

"OK, if it's that big of a deal to you." Bev goes to the bathroom, wets a washrag, and wipes her face clean. When she comes back, Trent has poured them each a glass of iced tea. They sit and drink.

"Any minute..." Trent seems tense. "Any minute now, they'll be calling."..... He stares at his phone. "I can't believe they haven't called yet."

"They probably just don't know what to say."

"My mom always has something to say."

"Let's put it out of mind for now, and keep having fun."

"Ok, ok, you're right. What's this new weird thing you want to do?"

"Ok, I've gotta think of how to say this. Please be open minded."

"When have I not been open minded?"

Bev doesn't even need to say anything. He knows.

"Yeah, alright. Tell me what you want. I promise I won't judge."

"Ok, but it's really weird. As you know, I never had kids. I wanted to, though. It just wasn't in the cards for me. I've always wanted to know, though,...." she pauses.

"What?"

"What it feels like to feed a baby."

"Do you mean what I think you mean?"

"Want to do a little roleplaying? Can I feed you?"

"You want me to suck your nipples?"

"Yes, but not in a sexual way. Like you're a baby, drinking. I reiterate, this is not sexual. It's just you're the only person who could ever do this for me."

"Of course, Bev. I would do anything for you. Is it a little weird? Yes, but so what? Everybody's got their things, you know?"

"Come join me on the couch." She sits on the couch at the end, and Trent lays with his head in her lap.

"Do you want me to, like, cry?"

"No, you don't have to do that. Just feed." She raises up her shirt and bra again, and raises Trent's head to her breast. He takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks. For real, like he's trying to get milk out of it. She strokes his hair and hums a little song. She rocks back and forth a little. If Trent wasn't in love with this woman, he might feel strange, but instead he's happy to help her fulfill an experience she has probably wanted for decades. He hears her sniffle slightly, and feels a teardrop fall onto his forehead. He stops. He sits up and hugs her, holding her tightly while she's having all the feelings. After a few minutes, "Thank you. I know that must've been strange for you."

Trent, lightening the mood, "Nah, I still remember how. It's been 20 years, but I've still got it." He smiles. Bev laughs.

"I've got another outing for us," Bev says.

"Oooh, where to now?"

"It's another surprise. But we're going to do something really special to commemorate our time together."

"Whatever it is, I'm in. Let's go."

................

Bev pulls into a parking space and turns off the car. Trent looks at the building.

"Tattoos?" Trent asks.

"Yeah, let's get tattoos."

"I don't know, I've always been told it's a really bad idea to get someone's name tattooed on you."

"Nobody said anything about names, silly."

"What then?"

"Something symbolic and meaningful to us."

"Oh, I know. I could get a picture of Ygritte, and you could get John Snow."

"Nah, people will think we're just big G. o. T. fans. Besides, those are complex images that would take several hours. I want it to be something simple, but symbolic to us, that other people won't understand."

"I've got it," Trent says. "Come on, let's go in."

"Wait, aren't you going to tell me your idea?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Enough to get my idea tattooed on you without knowing what it is? It'll make it all the more exciting."

Bev thinks for a moment. "Ok, I trust you."

"You just have to choose where you want it."

"I know just the spot. I want to choose where you get your tattoo on you since you're choosing what I get on me."

"Ok, deal."

They go inside and speak to the artist. Trent whispers the tattoo idea to the artist. "Are you ok with this? A surprise tattoo?" the artist asks Bev.

"Yes, I want whatever it is that he said."

"Ok, we satisfy our customers. Come on back." The artist takes Bev back to his booth.

"Wish me luck!" she yells back to Trent.

A second artist comes for Trent. "Ok, you ready man?"

"Yeah, let's go."

The artist takes Trent back to her booth. "Take off your shirt."

"Where did Bev tell you to put it?"

"The left side of your chest, right over your heart. So what am I doing for you?"

"The number '204'. Just the three digits- two, zero, and four."

"Ok, you ready?"

"Yeah, do it."

After a while, Bev's artist says, "Well, that's it. You ready to see it?"

Bev nods.

"Alright, stand up, and look in the mirror. Remember, it'll read backwards."

Bev stands and looks. Below her waist line, just an inch or so above her red-orange bush, she reads '203'. It makes sense immediately.

"What do you think?" the artist asks.

"Simple.... Cryptic.... Meaningful.... It's perfect." She smiles as she continues to gaze.

After a few more minutes, Bev and Trent reunite in the main lobby. Bev pays the artists and tips generously.

"So, are you going to show me?" Trent asks.

"You already know what it is."

"But I don't know where it is."

"You'll see it later, for sure. Can I see yours?"

Trent raises his shirt and shows off his 204.

"Trent, that was a great idea. It was exactly what I was hoping for. I'm glad I trusted you. When I looked at it for the first time, I knew you had 'understood the assignment'."

"I'm glad it turned out good for us. I'm proud to wear you on my heart for the rest of my life. Even if I end up with someone else years from now, I'll never tell them what 204 means to me."

................

Just as they arrive back at the apartments and Bev pulls into her parking space, Trent checks his phone. "Oh, shit. I have a voicemail from my dad. When did he call? Oh, yeah, my phone rang while I was in the chair getting inked and I couldn't get up to get it."

"Listen to it! Put it on speaker."

Trent's dad's message- "Hey, Trent. Sorry we couldn't take your call earlier, but your mom got your voicemail. It would seem that um, you may have accidentally called, while you were, um, in the middle of something. Anyway, just calling you back to see if you meant to call or what the deal is. Love you, bye."

"Oh my God, what do I do?" Trent is kind of freaking out.

"Well, you could answer him instead of leaving him hanging."

"NO WAY!"

"Trent, do you trust me?"

"I want to, but I was iffy about this idea from the start. Now I have no idea what you're about to do."

"I just got a surprise tattoo at your behest! Hand over your phone. That's an order!"

Trent hands her the phone somewhat reluctantly, but also respectfully.

She begins typing a text message to Trent's dad- " 'Hey Dad, sorry about that. You're right it was an accidental call. I hope mom isn't too freaked out.'- Ok, send."

Trent is mortified. After a moment, Trent's phone chimes with a new text. Bev reads it outloud- "Don't worry, she didn't listen to much. She stopped as soon as she could tell what was happening. And don't be ashamed. It's a normal natural thing. Hell, that's why your mom didn't answer when you called."

"NOOOOOOOO!" Trent wails while Bev laughs hysterically.

Another message chimes. Bev reads- "Sounds like you had a good time, though, and you got a good picture. Save it forever."

Trent buries his head in his hands as Bev laughs uncontrollably. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening," Trent chants.

Bev, now stifling her laughter, "Trent, this is the best case scenario. Your mom didn't hear much, and your dad is cool with it. Nobody needs to be upset or embarrassed. And bonus info, It would seem your parents have a decent marriage."

Trent finally cracks a little grin. "I definitely didn't need the mental image of my mom blowing my dad, but I guess it's fair after what I did to them."

"That's the spirit, baby. I promise you, one day this will be hilarious to all of you."

"It already kind of is. I've never seen you laugh so hard. Is that the funniest thing you've ever seen?"

Still giggling a little, "I don't know, but it's up there."

"I love your laugh. I love seeing you happy. My minor embarrassment is totally worth your major joy. I told you I would give you what you didn't have, and I meant it."

"Trent, you've given me more than you know." She pauses to let it sink in for him. He smiles back at her. "Let's go inside now, there's more to do before midnight."

................

They've had an eventful day so far. Once they get inside Bev's apartment, they relax and rest for a while. They share a light dinner of leftovers from earlier in the week. They drink wine. They talk about all manner of things. They even put on an episode of Game of Thrones, even though they know full well they probably won't finish it.

"I've had such a great time today, and yesterday too." Trent muses.

"And the weekend is not over yet. I've got you at my beck and call for 3 and a half more hours." Bev adds.

"So what do you want to do now?"

"I want to ask you something. Last night, in your room, all that stuff, and the way you were acting, where did all that come from?"

"That's BDSM stuff."

"I may be showing my age here, but I'm not sure what that is. I've heard the term, but not the definition."

"It's a triple acronym. BD is for bondage and discipline. DS is for dominant/submissive dynamics. And SM is for sadism/masochism."

"How do you know about this stuff? You're only 21. When we first got together, you weren't sure how to make a woman come."

Trent, bashfully, "I got a book. I wanted to impress you and really turn you on. I thought when you said 'anything goes' that you were kind of expecting some kinky stuff, so I learned."

"Baby, I'm honored that you studied up and put extra effort into trying to turn me on, but you did way more than I thought you would."

"Did you not like it? I was really nervous that I would cross a line and ruin everything."

"No, honey, that's not what I'm saying. I liked it a lot. A LOT. There's just a lot of things that are kind of foreign concepts to me. Maybe I need to read that book."

"Sometimes I forget that just because you're older, that doesn't mean you have vast sexual experience."

"I'm going to take that as your roundabout way of saying I'm not a slut."

"No, I'm sorry, I meant..."

"I know what you meant, I'm just fucking with you. But you know what? There is something kind of kinky I tried with Wayne one time that I liked, but he didn't like it at all. I did kind of spring it on him as a surprise, though."

"What was it?"

"Well, I kind of want to surprise you with it. You game?"

"Sure."

"Ok let's go get in the bathtub. I sure am getting my money's worth out of this tub."

They enter the bathroom, where Trent says. "Alright, let's fill it up."

"No, no water. Just get in the tub."

Trent, suspiciously, "Ok?" Trent and Bev undress. She raises her dress and Trent sees her tattoo. "Oh, that's a very sexy place for a tattoo."

"I thought you would like it." Now that they are undressed, "Get in the tub." Trent gets in and sits down. Bev straddles his lap and begins kissing him. He kisses back, and enjoys having a beautiful nude woman on his lap, but he is distracted by the curiosity of the empty bathtub.

"Bev, why is the tub empty?"

"How about you just have a good time and don't ask questions."

"Ok"

Beverly continues kissing Trent and grinding her clit on his lap. His erect cock is bouncing off of her ass as she glides back and forth. She reaches down and pulls his piece up flat against his tummy and glides over it, slipping her clit back and forth on the underside of his shaft. She slows down to almost a stop. 'What's going on?' Trent wonders. Then he feels the wet warmth, pooling on his belly and then spilling down his sides. She slides back and soaks his balls with her fluid. She's still kissing him deeply while spreading and spraying onto his lap. "Can I keep going higher up?" she asks.

"Of course. Anything goes." he says with a deep sexy tone. Trent slides all the way down into the tub so he's laying on his back in Bev's puddle. She scoots forward and sprays his chest and neck. Trent closes his eyes for protection. 'Good thing my new tattoo has the protective clear wrap,' he thinks. She squats down over his chest and sprays her last few squirts onto his neck. Finally empty, she lays down on top of him, and kisses him again. "Was that the surprise that Wayne didn't like?"

Sarcastically, "How did you guess?"

"Just lucky."

"You are lucky. I don't piss on just anyone, you know."

"I feel so special."

"What I did to Wayne was nowhere near this level. I joined him in the shower. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, pressed my crotch on his thigh, and let it go. He didn't even notice right away, but when he did he was not pleased."

"Well I thought it was.... interesting."

"So, you didn't think it was gross?"

"No, actually. If it had been anybody else, then yes I would be totally disgusted, but with you it's not. I wonder how it works that way?"

"Lover's privilege."

"Yeah, that's a good term."

"So..... how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good."

"What I mean is..... do you need to..... you know?"

"And you said I was filthy. Well, you're in luck, because I had 2 glasses of wine earlier."

"Then give it to me." Bev gets up and kneels in front of Trent.

Trent stands. "Are there any rules? Any restrictions?"

"Let's keep it civil. From the chin up is off limits."

"Sounds fair." Trent lets it go and splashes Bev's pretty little tits. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. He works his stream up her neck.

"Careful now," she warns.

"Turn around," Trent instructs. She turns around and he drenches her back, including her hair from the shoulders down. "Stand up," he says. She stands and faces him. He puts the end of his cock between her pussy lips and forcefully sprays her clit. She gasps. Trent would keep this up until she came, if he could, but he's just about empty. As his last squirts trickle away, she opens her eyes and looks into his.

"That was more fun than I thought it would be," she says. "When I pissed on Wayne's leg in the shower all those years ago, I desperately wanted him to smile at me and say, 'You dirty girl,' or something sexy like that, but I never got that from him. I feel I'm the luckiest woman in the world for being able to have the love of 2 good men, just at different times and in different ways."

"You want to just hang out like this, or do you want to rinse off now?" Trent asks.

"Let's rinse." Bev turns on the water, sets the temperature, and turns on the hand sprayer. They both kneel in the tub and take turns spraying each other off. Once they're reasonably piss-free, they move over to the shower to finish cleaning each other. "Will you wash my hair again? I liked that."

"Of course I will. I liked it too." Trent gets an extra large handful of shampoo and lathers it into Bev's hair. She turns into the water to rinse her hair, and the shampoo just won't all rinse out. It's taking forever.

"Why did you use so much shampoo?" she asks.

"Really? Because I pissed in your hair."

"Ok, fair enough." Bev finishes her hair and then squirts some body wash onto her hand and rubs it on Trent's chest and stomach, then down his arms. She rubs the suds over his ass with her grabby hands copping squeezes on his buns as she washed him. Finally, she lathers up his balls, and grabs and pulls his cock with her slippery, soapy hand. It only takes a few tugs to get him up and ready for action. "You know, Trent, we've never fucked in the shower. I hear that's something people do."

"We can give it a shot. There's not a lot of space in here, though." They try to find a position that works but they are all somewhat awkward. Finally, Trent is done messing around. He lifts her up off the floor and presses her back against the wall. He holds her up by the thighs, which she wraps around him to aid. He jams his soapy cock into her slippery cunt. He fucks her deep, every stroke, all the way in. His body is pressing hers into the wall. He's kind of smushing her, but she likes the feeling. Every time he rams his tool all the way into her, he presses her clit a little bit too. Trent is having to use every muscle in his body to pound her while maintaining balance and traction on the wet shower tiles. He's thrusting so forcefully that she must match her breathing to his smashing, or she wouldn't be able to draw a breath. They cum together, and Trent is sure that he barely has any cum left to inject after this weekend's activities, but he gives all he has. Beverly cums again for the fifth, or sixth, or seventh time this weekend; she can't remember which. Another thing she can't remember is a day with Trent that left her unfulfilled and unsatisfied.

After they've caught their breath, he gently sets her down. She rinses the cum out of her pussy with the hand sprayer. "Trent, how do you have any semen left after all the sex we've had this weekend? You'd think there wouldn't be so much for me to wash off this time, but there is."

"You're just lucky, I guess."

They finish rinsing off, then they get out and dry off. Bev puts on a sexy nightgown that she would never wear alone; only for Trent. Trent opens Bev's second dresser drawer down and grabs some pj shorts and slips them on. So much of his stuff is over here that as she packs to move, it's like he is too.

"Bev, you've got a couple of hours left until your day is officially over. Anything else you want to do?"

"I'm spent. This has been an amazing weekend. We really did it all, didn't we?"

"Well there were a few more chapters in that book with some other stuff, but..."

"I was speaking figuratively. I did it all. I didn't compromise or sacrifice anything. I got everything I wanted. How about you? Is there anything we missed?"

"I can't think of anything. This has been the best weekend of my life, and probably always will be. I doubt anything will ever top this. Sometimes it's just not fair, to get too much good stuff all at once. It feels like cheating the universe or something."

"Trent, the universe is cruel and doesn't care about us. It's ok to cheat it. Squeeze every drop of joy you can out of every situation. Happiness is not promised or guaranteed, even to those who do everything right."

"I will never stop learning from you."

"I do have one more thing to command of you on my special day. Lay down with me and cuddle me, and scratch my back until I fall asleep."

"You got it."

They put out the lights, and get in bed. Trent lays with Beverly, and cuddles up next to her, and scratches her back until she falls asleep. He's fast asleep soon after.

................

The next morning, Trent wakes up early to get ready for his first final exam. He leans over and kisses Bev on the head, and lets her sleep. He goes over to his apartment to get dressed, then comes back to Bev's place for breakfast. He hardly even keeps any food in his own place anymore. Soon, he will have to. When he walks in Bev's front door, he's surprised to find that she has gotten up, and is in the kitchen, making coffee and breakfast.

"Babe, I was letting you sleep. What are you doing up?"

"You have finals today, and I have packing and shipping to do. You need a good breakfast before you go take your exam."

"I can feed myself. I'm going to have to soon. You should rest. We did A LOT of stuff this past weekend. How's your ass, by the way? Better?"

"You're so kind to be concerned," she says facetiously. "I'm good, don't worry about it. I did have half a mind to stick something up yours last night, though, but I had already put you through enough."

Trent, smiling, "I would have let you." He goes to the table. She's made his coffee for him. She's cooking turkey bacon and hashbrowns. While waiting for breakfast to be finished, he reads over his notes to brush up for the exam he's fixing to take.

"Hey, Bev, what was your major in college?"

"You won't believe me when I tell you."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because it just doesn't seem to fit my personality, I think."

"What is it?"

"Philosophy." She brings two plates to the table, and serves one to Trent.

"Actually, I can see it. You're wise. You are thoughtful. You're decisive and adventurous."

"What about the years I lived here after Wayne passed, just wasting away?"

"That was part of your journey and your story. It's not a character failure; it was something you had to go through to come out here. Like how a tunnel is not a dead end. It's dark, but it leads somewhere."

"Interesting. Maybe you should study philosophy. I remember the first day I met you, I thought you looked smart. I stand by that assessment."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"When you come back later, you're going to see a lot less stuff in here, and, uh,...."

"Spit it out."

"You need to start taking your stuff back over to your place."

The reality of the impending inevitability has been weighing on Trent more and more, and Bev keenly senses it. She tries to avoid mentioning it to the extent possible, which is becoming more and more difficult as the day approaches.

"Ok, when I come home, I'll start gathering my things."

He has been calling her apartment 'home' for far too long. She should have nipped it in the bud weeks ago, but didn't.

Trent finishes his breakfast and heads off to school. Bev is left alone with her tasks and her thoughts.

................

The days have passed. It is Thursday morning. It's Bev's last day. Trent has one exam first thing this morning, 8am, then he will come home and see Bev off to the airport later in the afternoon. They've spent the night at Trent's; Bev's apartment is nearly empty. While Trent is at school taking his final final, the movers are coming to claim the rest of Bev's last remaining furniture items for the charity.

The sun peeks through the blinds, and Bev awakens 15 minutes before their alarm is set to go off. She lays with Trent cuddled behind her, his arm around her, treasuring this moment. She's excited to begin her new adventure, and heavyhearted to end her current one. Today will be an emotion filled day, happy and sad. She needs these extra few minutes before rising and beginning the day to mentally prepare for all that is to happen today.

Unbeknownst to Bev, Trent lay behind her, likewise, awake, holding on to her, contemplating today's event schedule. As the alarm begins to sound they both realize that the other was also not asleep.

"You got a lot on your mind?" Bev asks.

"Yeah." Trent replies, somewhat curtly.

"First things first. Let's get up and get you ready to go take that final exam."

"I don't even need to go. I've calculated that if I skip it, I'll still make a 71 for the class."

"Trent, honey, you don't want a C on your transcript."

"It's not a class I need. Come January, it won't matter."

Bev gets up out of bed. "Trent, go take your exam," she commands authoritatively.

"What is this? Do you want me out of here?"

"No honey, I just want you to be a man of integrity, and finish what you start."

"I want to finish what I've started with you."

Bev has to gloss over his comment, and persist. "Trent, it's only an hour. When you get back, I promise I'll give you every minute until it's time to go. I have a little business to take care of while you're out anyway."

"Ok." Trent gets up, and like a stubborn child, stomps to the bathroom to get ready to go.

She makes him a quick sausage and egg biscuit to eat in the car. Finally he's out the door and on his way. Now Bev can get to work. She's already shipped the last of her personal items to her new condo, and her luggage for her day of travel is packed and ready. She has a couple of pending tasks to attend to...

Trent arrives at school and sits for his exam, totally distracted. He's fairly certain he bombed, only to discover much later that he actually earned an 88 with no studying. He rushes back to his apartment, back to Beverly, only to enter into someone else's home. His ratty upholstery couch and stained, broke-leg coffee table are gone, replaced with much finer furnishings. A couch he recognizes, and has fond memories on. Finally, he looks to the wall, to 'his' new home entertainment center. Bev enters from the hallway. "Remember when I said I was donating my furnishings? I did; to you..... and then I donated your stuff, along with a nice big check. I hope you don't mind."

"Bev, you could've sold all this for a pretty penny. I don't deserve all this. I'm only 21."

"Here's a philosophy lesson for you: there's no guilt in good fortune."

"Who said that?"

"Me. But if you want a different angle, then karmically, you do deserve all this."

"I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING."

"No, thank you, Trent. You kickstarted my life back up. You picked me up out of the mud and washed me off, and reminded me that I'm pretty, and fun. This gift, this token is small potatoes compared to what you did for me. There's more, too." She hands him an envelope. He opens it.

"This is the title to your car."

"To your car. My Caddy CTS. It's old, but still runs great and is fun to drive. Kind of like me. Now you can give your old Sentra to your sister."

"This is too much. It's just too much."

"Trent, there's no dollar amount you could place on what you've done for me. I'm serious. I got the better end of the deal here with you."

"Bev, everything you say I did for you, you did as much for me. You taught me, you changed me. You made a man out of me."

"You were well on your way to becoming the man you are, and you would've gotten there eventually even without my help. I was the privileged one to be a part of it."

Trent rushes to Bev and hugs her, and holds her. He cries. His tears are soaking through the shoulder of Bev's shirt. "Beverly, stay with me. Or, or take me with you. I need you. I don't want to be without you. I love you. I'll always love you."

"Trent, honey,..."

"I'll carry my weight; I won't just live off you. I'll stay in school if you want me to. They have universities in Hawaii."

"Honey, listen to me please." He looks up at her, tears still streaming down his face. She's a little misty-eyed herself. Who wouldn't be? "Trent, I thought this might happen, and I already have my answer ready for you. I am totally and completely in love with you, and I'm sure I'll never find anyone as special as you, but my time is short. I don't mean I'm dying or anything, it's just that I've only got a handful of good years left before I can't do all the things I can currently do. You will be in the prime of your life, on the way up, and I'll be on the decline, wrapping things up. You can't spend what should be the best years of your life watching the one you love slip away. It's not fair to you. I know you'll find somebody. Someone your own age, that you can spend your entire life with, and grow old together with. That's what I want for you, and I can't give it to you. You'll find someone special to you, I know you will. Who knows, maybe I'll find a special someone to write my last chapters with. I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings, but I knew from the start that we could never be together long term. I had no idea I would fall so hard for you, though. But, Trent, you've got to let me go."

Trent begins to calm himself. He wipes his face and steadies his breathing. "Can we keep in touch? I can't bear the thought of you just being gone forever."

"Of course we can keep in touch. I'm your friend, and I always will be, but this phase of our relationship has to end here, today."

"Ok."

"I mean it, Trent. Don't call me or write to me in 3 months begging for me back. That will only hurt us both."

"I know. I can do it. I can be the man you taught me to be."

She hugs him close to her, then she kisses him gently. "I don't need to be to the airport until 1. Can you make love to me one more time without breaking down?"

Trent doesn't even answer with a word; he just kisses her. He picks her up in his arms, honeymoon style, and carries her to his bedroom. He lays her down, and then lays on top of her. They kiss and kiss and kiss, trying to draw out what they know will be their last time. They slowly, patiently undress each other, feeling every light touch of a fingertip, and hearing every breath. Trent now stands naked before the most beautiful woman he has ever known, or ever will. As she lies ready for him, his eyes take their last trip around her body. Her earlobes, her toenails, her belly button, every minute detail, all seared into his memory. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! He lays himself on top of her. He never understood why she liked to bear his body weight like this, but always obliged. They kiss more. They can't get enough of each other's mouths. Trent's hands follow the well known curves of her shoulders, hips, thighs, and breasts. Beverly, likewise, caresses Trent's features: his chest, his arms, his butt, his shoulders. As he enters into her, it feels familiar and comfortable, like their bodies are puzzle pieces, made to fit together. In this moment, the future is abstract, and the concept of 'no more' fades away. This moment will last forever in their hearts and minds. Their bodies, however, tell their own tale. A tale of passion growing and rising, spilling over its boundaries, uncontained. Orgasmic euphoria combined with pure love sends them together around the sun and back, landing safely in Trent's room, where reality slowly seeps in and overtakes the dream in which they momentarily escaped.

"If we never get to be together like this again, then I'm glad our last time was as special as this," Trent says, panting.

Beverly smiles and holds him. They lie together for as long as they can until it's time to go. They get up and dress. Trent loads her baggage into the trunk of his 'new car'. He drives to the airport. They ride mostly in silence. All that needs to be said has been said. He parks in the lot instead of letting her out at the curb.

"I can carry my bags, Trent."

"I know you can; you're strong. But if you think I'm giving up a single minute that I could have with you, you're insane. Until you walk past that checkpoint, you're my lover. We'll be friends later."

"Yes, sir!"

"That's right!"

He carries her luggage, and escorts her to check her big suitcase at the counter, and then right up to the security checkpoint.

"This is it. End of the line." he says.

"You're neverending in my heart."

"This is not the end of us, just a change of status. I know I had a little freak out earlier, but I'll be ok. I don't want you to worry about me."

"I trust you."

"Your love, and care, and trust mean the world to me. Text me when you land, let me know you made it ok."

"I will. Goodbye, Trent."

"Goodbye, Beverly."

They kiss a final time, hug, stare into each other's eyes, and then simultaneously, as if they communicated telepathically, turn away, Bev to the security line, and Trent to the exit.

Epilogue

Trent was true to his word. He didn't whine and pine over Beverly leaving. He bettered himself in basically every way. He spent quality time with his friends. He worked out and got bigger and stronger. He poured himself into his music, and wrote songs, several about Beverly. He gave his car to his sister, as Bev had suggested. He even came clean to his parents about who his mysterious girlfriend was. His mother was none too pleased, but his dad stood up and shut her down, and congratulated Trent on his first love.

Beverly flourished in Hawaii, just like Trent knew she would. She was beautiful and charismatic. She was fun and adventurous. She was every retired man's dream, and she had her choice of men. She did all the things she always wanted to do. To any man who got close enough with her to see her tattoo and ask about it, she said, 'It's a personal secret,' and if that wasn't good enough for him, he was out the door.

Trent and Beverly texted frequently, spoke occasionally, and kept each other informed of all relevant life events. Trent began dating a girl in the music department. Beverly found her special somebody who shared interests and life goals.

Beverly agreed to attend Trent's graduation, and bring her beau along for Trent's approval. This would be Trent and Bev's first meeting since their emotional separation a year and a half ago. They were each a little nervous about their encounter and the possibility of revealing too much with their behavior.

Graduation day finally arrives. The ceremony progresses, and Trent scans the crowd looking for his guests. He finds his parents, joined by his sister and his girlfriend, sitting in one section. He continues scanning and he finally finds her in the crowd. Beverly made it. She looks at him and smiles. He smiles back the biggest smile he's ever had. After he walks the stage, shakes hands with the Dean, and receives his degree, as he is walking back to his seat, he is looking only at Beverly.

After the ceremony, Trent's family and his new girlfriend, Sasha, meet at his apartment. Beverly arrives with her boyfriend Thomas.

"Bev! So great to see you again." He hugs her for maybe a little too long. Fortunately, he got away with smelling her hair without being caught. "Come on in! You must be Thomas." Thomas is a rugged yet distinguished looking man. He is taller and larger than Trent. He wears his age well; he's what's known as a silver fox. Trent offers him a handshake. "I've heard good things about you."

"I've heard a lot about you, too," Thomas responds suggestively in his booming baritone.

"Come on in, guys. Bev, how does it feel to be back? I'm sure you recognize the place; a lot of this stuff used to be yours."

"It's kind of strange, to be honest. But good. It's good to remember where you came from."

"So," Trent's mom begins, "How was your flight and your travels?" She is trying to be polite for Trent's sake, even though she knows the history of their relationship. She considers Beverly somewhat of a predator for the 'inappropriate' relationship she had with her son, but she's made her peace with it and will be civil.

"It was good. 5 hour time difference to adapt to, but otherwise good."

"Hi, Beverly. I'm Sasha. Trent has told me a lot about you."

"Uh-oh. Hopefully all good," Bev jokes.

"Oh, yeah. He said you taught him a lot about life, and a little about... women."

"He did, did he?"

"Yeah. I just wanna say thank you. He's a great guy and he says he owes a lot of it to you."

Trent's mother seethes a little and bites her tongue.

"I'm very happy for you both." To Trent now, "Congratulations on your graduation. I, We (referring to Thomas and herself) have a gift for you." She hands him an envelope.

"Guys, you didn't have to get me anything. You've given me so much already." He opens the envelope, takes out the contents, and reads, "Two first class roundtrip tickets to Hawaii for the last week of July. Bev, what are these for?"

"Well, we (gesturing towards Thomas) would like you, and a guest (looking at Sasha) to come out for a special occasion."

"What's the occasion?"

Standing with Thomas and holding hands, "Our wedding."

Trent is flabbergasted. "Really? Oh, wow! Congratulations!" He hugs Bev again, this time more carefully under the watchful eye of her fiance, and his own girlfriend, for that matter. "Of course I'll be there." To Sasha, "Can you come?"

"I think so. Let me check with my family, but I don't think there will be a problem." Excitedly, "I love Hawaii! I've always wanted to go."

"There's one more thing. A special favor to ask." Bev adds.

"What is it?"

"Will you play for us?"

Trent is deep in his feelings. Honor, pride, humility, but mostly the love he still feels for Beverly. Not possessive. He's truly glad that she's happy. "Absolutely. I would be honored to." Smiling ear to ear. "This calls for something special. I'll be right back. Bev, will you come help me?"

"I will," Thomas says, following him to the kitchen. Trent gives Bev a slightly uneasy look, and she responds reassuringly. They walk into the kitchen.

"Say, Thomas, could you grab some glasses out of that cabinet and bring them with me to the table?" Trent asks, as he fetches a very special bottle of premium Scotch whiskey that somebody gave him once.

"Sure, but I wanted to talk privately with you for a moment." Trent's beginning to get goosebumps. "You seem intimidated by me. Why?"

"Well, I know Beverly, and I know any man she would choose to marry is a formidable specimen."

"You don't need to be. Just relax. I actually want to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Beverly told me her story. Her marriage, her husband's passing, her depression, and you." Trent looks quite uncomfortable. "I said you can relax, son."

"What did she tell you about me?"

"Well, I won't beat around the bush. She told me you two started out as friends and then had a sexual relationship. She did not, however, go into any specific detail, so if that's what you're worried about, you can calm down. Anyway, she told how your time together influenced her in very positive and beneficial ways. She said you may be responsible in large part for the amazing woman she is today. And for that, son, I would just like to shake your hand and say thank you."

"You're welcome, Sir."

"You needn't call me sir. Thomas is fine."

"Ok, Thomas. You seem like a good man. If Beverly chose you, then you must be. Take good care of her."

"Don't worry, son, I will. Now let's go have a toast."

They return to the living room and Trent and Thomas set the bottle and glasses on the dining table (he has one now).

"I think we should celebrate properly." Trent opens and pours. "The first glass is for my dear friend Beverly. Congratulations again. The next glass is for a very lucky man. Thomas, I'm very happy for you. The next glass is for me, because I graduated college today!" His dad and sister whoop and cheer for him. The next glass is for my father for always being so supportive. Here ya go, Dad. Now who else would like one?"

"I'll have one," Trent's sister says.

"Maybe in a couple more years. Anybody else? Mom? Sasha?"

"Go on and let her have some," Dan says, "Just a little."

"Ok, here ya go."

Mom and Sasha politely decline.

"What should we toast?" Trent asks.

"The best big brother in the world!" Trent's sister says.

"To education," Dan says.

"To love," Thomas says.

"To good friends," Trent says.

"And to good neighbors," Bev adds.