The mother of my closest buddy – 2

“Let’s just stick with one for now, see how it goes,” she informed me. “But…we might as well start off with the bathroom, kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Get you ready for work, and cross one room off the list.”

We fucked, washed…and fucked some more. Even mapping out the rest of the house as we did that. Twelve rooms, not including the two now we’d managed to cross off the list, with the den not really counting yet. Twelve rooms, seven days before Antony returned home. Yeah, we’d have to double up a few times if we were going to accomplish doing that. But I was certainly game, if she was.

Neither one of us spoke of Antony’s return though it was on both of our minds. We’d both mentally decided to enjoy what precious time we had…for as long as it lasted. Seven days at least. Seven days where I would mark down permanently those moments in my mind, to be savored and remembered forever afterwards. Maybe…no, most likely, things would have to come to a screeching halt here. But until then, I was going to enjoy this…and hopefully Bev would too, as much as we possibly could.

“When do you get off work?” She asked as we both dressed, me in preparation for heading off to work here soon.

“I’ll get home around ten…ten thirty,” I told her. She handed me a key. “Wake me up if I’m still sleeping,” she stated. “In the meantime, I’ll be thinking about which room we should cross of the list next.”

**

All I could think about was the way that tight sweet wet pussy felt around my shaft. I think I spent most of the night at work trying to hide my erection in fact. And oddly enough…maybe there’s some truth to the fact that after people have had sex, they seem to act or feel differently, even glow some or something.

Needless to say, Rose, a cute gal who I’d actually asked out once before, though I’d been turned down, seemed friendlier towards me for some reason. Even flirting a bit, which was a bit of a surprise. She’d never done that before. We’d even shared a coke together during a break, something else we’d never done. What felt weird to me…was any other time, I’d have been euphoric over her doing that. Now…I felt like I was almost cheating on Bev, just sitting here sharing a laugh…a coke, and really nothing else. I was anxious to get home…

“Home,” I suddenly thought. No…not home, Bev’s place. I needed to remember that.

**

She certainly wasn’t asleep when I came back to her place. She was up…waiting for me when I used my own key, entering through the back door. She was naked, sitting at the kitchen table.

“I have one more rule,” she informed me.

“Oh? And what’s that?” I asked, enjoying the vision sitting there in front of me. I still had a hard-on too, I don’t think it had ever completely gone away since the moment I’d left.

“I want to have kinky…naughty, dirty…even twisted sex, in every room, but the bedroom. There, we have semi-normal, loving, fun sort of dirty sex,” she laughed.

“Sort of? Dirty sex?” I laughed back. “But really naughty, dirty, kinky…even twisted sex everywhere else correct?”

“Correct!” she laughed standing up. “Starting here,” she said , climbing up onto her kitchen table. “Now…come fuck me baby. Fuck me right here on the table…but don’t you dare come in me…that’s for the bedroom. You tell me when you’re about to, and then I’ll tell you what it is you’re going to do for me when you do.”

After the incident with the coffee cup, I was ready for just about anything.

I was to find out, I really had no idea.

**

I was naked within seconds, looking at the prize as she draped herself onto the table, legs dangling down over the edge as I stepped up in between them…perfect height.

“Just remember…when you’re close,” she reminded.

“I know…tell you, and then?”

“You’ll see….just promise me, you’ll do it…no matter what.”

“Ok, no matter what,” I responded back. “When we’re being kinky.”

“Yes…kinky, and naughty.”

I slid into her. Slick, tight…wet and wanton.

“Naughty, kinky…and dirty.”

“Especially dirty,” she answered back. “Fuck me…fuck me hard, nasty hard.”

I fucked her nasty, and hard…and kinky. And she squirted, all over me, all over the table, and the floor…and I kept fucking her, watching her cum, feeling her cum, hearing her scream out her pleasure. And then that was too much for me…I had to come too, come with her.

She pulled me away then off and away from her, though holding my hand leading me. “Hurry,” she demanded…and then surprised me by stepping outside the back door. I attempted to follow, but she stopped me, closing the screen door. Pressing herself up against it from outside. “Now do it!”

“What?”

“Jerk off…squirt on me…through the screen. Hurry!”

“Jesus! Bev!”

“I said kinky…naughty, dirty…think I was kidding?”

No…she obviously wasn’t, and then suddenly it felt that way…it was, and I was excited beyond belief. She pressed herself so hard against the screen, I knew there’d be imprints in her breasts, her nipples trying to bore holes making even bigger ones. I stood, jacking myself off, pressing my dick tip against the screen too, almost as though trying to force it through, to rub myself against her tits, her nipples.