“As much as I like you making love to me, we need to start thinking about your future. I’m in my fifties, you’re 26 and should be looking for a wife to have babies with.”
I was going to say something when she patted my chest.
“Shh, be quiet and let me finish. I need to be honest, my body just can’t take it like I used to. Not three or four times a week minimum like we do now. I love how you fuck me with abandon like you did tonight, but I’ll be sore for three days. Will you be upset with me if we don’t make love as much as we are now? I wouldn’t mind it once a week, twice, but not much more than that.”
I needed to express myself, “I don’t think I can do that. If I see you every day I’m going to want you at least every other day. You taught me right and now I can’t get enough of you.”
Pulling my chest hair enough to make me look at her she kissed me and backed away, “That’s why you must move Dave. It’s time that you found a place in Lincoln so you can devote more time to the business and meet a sweet girl to marry. I know you aren’t making money hand over fist, but you’ve nearly paid me back and you have enough left over to make it on your own.”
I could feel the wetness welling in my eyes, “But I want to stay with you. I’ll try not to force myself on you.”
She chuckled, “I didn’t say I don’t want you to make love to me ever again. A visit once a week would be lovely and if you get too horny you could stop in for a blow job. I know how much you like those.”
It was my turn to laugh, “Do I get to taste your pussy as well?”
“Mmmm, sweet boy. You certainly know how to please me.”
Within a few weeks I found a place to rent and moved most of my stuff there. I left a few changes of clothes with Claire for when I would stay overnight. Over the next six weeks we maintained a fairly regular routine with me coming for dinner, or taking her out every Saturday and then spend the night in bed. In that time span she’d called me once during the week to come take care of her and me twice for a blow job, followed by me dining at the Y.
It was during that short span that she read about a position she wanted to try, me positioned behind but flat foot as though I was hovering over her. Her face was in the pillow, her chest on the mattress and her ass high in the air. The only things touching other than my hand on her lower back for balance and our bodies slapping together was my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. We would be making love when she’d suddenly stop and tell me, “climb that mountain”, her way of telling me she wanted it with me flat foot behind.
She began wanting it like that every other time we were together, we might start in missionary, or on her side, ankles on shoulders or even on her tummy with a pillow underneath. Eventually we would end up with me thrusting against her ass going deeper than I ever imagined a cock could go into a vagina. She would be wide open and beg for more until I would empty my balls deep within her warm loving cavity.
Her vaginal walls would hug and caress me as I emptied inside her, as the throbbing of my dick would diminish I would push her forward flat on the mattress and sit back on my haunches. Watching as her pussy pulsed slightly, a small trickle of whiteness would dribble from the labia and into the hair. It was on one of those nights as we dozed in and out before cleaning up that she asked me.
“Any luck finding a girl yet? I’m not trying to push you away, I’m just being nosy.”
“Nope, not yet. Then again, I haven’t been looking very hard. I have everything I want or need in you.”
She turned on her side taking my face in her hands. “That’s where you’re wrong. I can never be your wife and give you children. By the time you’re in your thirties I’ll be way over the hill and won’t be able to satisfy you. I’m serious Dave, you need to find a wife.”
I was exasperated, “Yeah but, that’s a lot of work. I’m not sure I want to do the dating scene, you’ve spoiled me.”
She laughed, “Well thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever had a nicer compliment. Have you considered Emelie?”
“Emily, Emily who?”
“Raul’s daughter and it’s spelled Emelie. She took a shine to you when they were here. She asks her dad about you every time she calls, and the really good news is. She’s taken a position in Lincoln, she already has an apartment. You should contact her.”
“But, what about you and me? Who will take care of your needs?”
“Dave, I lived without cock after Jerry died, I can live without cock after you realize Emelie will make a wonderful wife. And…. I’m beginning to have some medical issues that won’t go away as simply as they did earlier in life. You need to call her, date her, woo her just like I taught you. Her mother accidentally revealed that she isn’t a virgin, at the same time she has limited experience. As in, one guy. You would be good for her, and as her mother said, she’ll be a loyal loving wife with the right man. That man is you sweet boy.”
I took Claire’s advice and got Emelie’s number from Raul, who seemed quite happy that I was going to call his daughter. We agreed to meet for breakfast the following Saturday at a little diner we were both familiar with. Watching her walk through the door I knew at that moment Mrs. B. had been 100% correct. Geez she was a knockout, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders framing her delicate face, her breasts matched he body perfectly, I figured they were in the C cup area. She was wearing a cotton dress that accentuated her slender waist and long legs.
We ate, laughed, joked around and basically enjoyed each other’s company. We had met at 8:15, before we knew it the clock said 10:51 and the waitress was wondering if we were staying for lunch. We took the hint and vacated the spot we’d hogged for nearly three hours. She wanted to run by a small Mexican grocery store for a few items she couldn’t get elsewhere and I tagged along. It was after one by the time we’d finished shopping, both of us were hungry. She volunteered to throw something together at her newly rented apartment.
I left her place just after 4, and as I stood at the door saying goodbye she kissed me. A quick simple kiss, but a kiss none the less while making me promise to call her during the week. When I got home I called Claire to find out if she wanted me to come and stay the night with her. She declined telling me her tummy was out of sorts but that she’d call during the week. On Tuesday night I was at my desk working on a computer that someone wanted custom built when the door to my shop opened. I normally closed at 6 but if I was working I left the door open and the open sign off.
Who should walk through the door but Claire with a fast food bag in hand. She expected that I hadn’t eaten and stopped at the burger joint down the street. As we ate and talked she asked how the date with Emelie went and if I’d called her since.
“The day was wonderful, and no, I haven’t called. Why?”
“Because you’re going to fritter away this opportunity if you don’t pay attention. You’ve got an entire life to build computers, you’re going to get one chance to make the girl of your dreams your wife. Don’t be stupid David. Call her.”