“I understand, Denny. Your mom wasn’t my first love. I was in love twice before she came along in my life. and each time I lost those women, I thought my life would crumble. I’m so sorry you’re feeling this pain. I wish I could spare you this. But you had a great summer with Linda, a very adult summer, maybe before I would have thought you were ready. But overall, I think you handled it very well. You’re really a man, Dennis. Not a teenager anymore. I’m very proud of you, and” he said, dropping his voice, “I’m a little envious. You shared something I never did, something most men don’t get to experience. An older woman who’s not just a sex partner, but a very loving and caring lady. Maybe that’s why this is so hard. She’s easy to love.” He held my head and I gradually stopped crying.
“Thanks, Dad. You made this a little bit easier. Not a lot, but at least a little. Love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, Dennis. I think I’m done calling you Denny from now on. You’re too grown up for that. Now, got wash your face and go talk to your mother.”
I kissed his cheek and he smiled warmly. I got cleaned up so Mom wouldn’t know I was crying, and then we had our own private chat, with an apology from me. She was also very comforting to her son who was about to experience his first broken heart. We were good.
I spoke to Linda later that night. We tried to keep it as light as possible, but there was always going to be that edge in our relationship for the next week. It was unavoidable. Thursday we spent apart; I took my brother with me to go shopping for school clothes for both of us, and I treated him to lunch, just like we used to do. It was really nice to spend time with him, and I answered as many questions as I could for him about Linda, about men and women etc. As much as I could say without crossing any lines. And that night I saw my friends, we got a little drunk as I told them about Linda as well, leaving out certain personal details. I didn’t get THAT drunk.
On Friday afternoon, Linda and I were back together again, for almost the entire weekend. I brought her a dozen roses, long stem ones, the expensive kind, and she absolutely loved them. Almost as much as she loved me. Well, not quite that much.
“They’re lovely, Baby. I haven’t gotten roses in a long time. You’re such a sweet man.” She pressed her head against my chest and just held me as if she’d never let go of me. “I can’t believe time is so short. This will be our last weekend together. I’m so in love with you, Baby.”
“I know, Honey. I’m deeply in love with you, too.” We stood there in her living room, swaying back and forth like we were dancing to some unheard music. I could have held her forever. Linda’s love glowed in my soul like something I could never describe. It didn’t matter; it was there, and that was enough.
I lifted her chin with my fingers, and we kissed very softly, very romantic. But as the kissing went on, we got more and more intense, more passionate. We eased down onto the carpet, rolling around as we kept kissing and feeling each other, groping, and we moaned both soft and loud. I unbuckled her jeans while she opened my belt and then my jeans. We kicked off our pants, then our underwear. We were gasping loudly, and the room was filled with the sounds of our passion and the scents of our lust. Linda pulled her legs back, opening the path for me to take her. I thrust in roughly and we both cried out as my balls rested on her amazing ass.
I was up on my hands with my arms straight while Linda pulled her legs way back and spread them as wide as she could. I fucked her deep with long hard strokes, and she lifted her hips each time, giving back as good as she got. We didn’t say a single word; we just shared a wicked, raw fuck. All the noises in the room came from our bodies connecting and slapping together. My balls on her ass, our hips smacking together, our tummies colliding. Linda gripped my upper arms and my shoulders wile I kept pounding away. The most wonderful sensations were radiating from the head of my cock down my shaft to my balls and then out through the rest of my body. She scratched my nipples with her sharp nails, and I grunted as the muscles in my neck got tight and stood out. Just as I was about to cum, I relaxed my arms so my body was on hers and we kissed. deep and dirty, as I came as hard as I ever had, churning both our fluids deep in her cunt until Linda joined me in her own violent climax. It lasted about six or seven minutes and it was probably the most powerful, lust-filled fuck we shared.
We stayed quiet except for the sounds of our heavy breathing. The room was almost overwhelming with the stench of sex. I was on my side so I didn’t put my weight on Linda’s more delicate body. All that time, we remained dressed on our upper bodies but nude from our waists down. I managed to say “And you think I’M an animal. You’re a beast, you wanton woman.” I chuckled, and Linda joined me.
“You bring it out in me, Baby. God, my legs are shaking. I think everything else is as well. Dennis, could you get me a towel? If I get up like this, our fluids are going to drip down my legs onto the carpet.”
“No problem, Honey. I’ll be right back.” I kissed her before getting up, stark naked from the waist down, my now soft dick flopping as I made my way through the apartment to her bathroom. I brought back a warm, soapy hand towel and I gingerly cleaned Linda’s thighs and her pussy, which was red and looked very well fucked. My touch was gentle and considerate, and it also sent tiny jolts of an afterglow into her body and mind.
“You’re so sweet, Baby. So gentle with me. Let me take care of you.” I handed her the towel and I sat on the floor as Linda was just as tender with me, since my cock also looked well-used. When she was done, I pulled her to me and we just shared tenderness for a few minutes before we got ourselves dressed again.
Linda made some delicious loin lamb chops for dinner, with garlic mashed potatoes and glazed baby carrots, and I ate like it was the best meals of my life. And I cleaned up so she could start getting ready to go out. We had plans, our last night to go out together. Saturday we were going to stay in to be together, alone. But this night, we were going to a club to listen to music and dance.
When I was done in the kitchen, I took a shower (Linda was doing her hair and makeup by then), then I put on some dress jeans that were kind of tight on me, especially in the crotch, and a white button-down shirt with wide red stripes. with brown ankle boots.
I waited for her in the living room and Linda was well worth waiting for. She wore denim also, but straight leg style that fit her like paint. On top she had on a gold silk blouse that also hugged her bust. Her bra must have been very thin because I could see her nipples poking into the fabric and she also wore ankle boots, with a pointed toe and a spike 3-inch heel. She looked absolutely ravishing.
I stood up and gave her my approximation of a wolf-whistle. She gave me a great smile that just added to my excitement. Considering how snug my pants were, my cock was swelling with no place to go. “Thanks for the whistle, Baby, but you’d better calm down or you won’t even be able to walk, let alone dance.” She put her arms around my neck and kissed me with her bright red lips. “And I want to dance with the sexiest man I know. Later we’ll put that to good use.”
“You are the most exciting woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Honey. Blazing hot!” I spanked her very lightly, teasing her and she laughed in her way that sent ripples of desire all through me.
We relaxed for a while, until about 10, then we headed out to a club with live rock music, Dancer in the Dark. The bands were mostly cover bands that played driving rock classics with a mix of slower songs for couples that wanted to share some romance. We got there about 10:30, a half hour before the bands came on stage, and we had a couple of beers while we listened to recorded music. We talked a little, even with the noise, touched hands, and played a little footsie under the table. Then the band came out and started right away with a few songs by the Rolling Stones like Start Me Up, Paint it Black and Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown and Linda and I danced to all three and stayed on the dance floor as then changed pace to some slower songs, great for dancing cheek to cheek. And lips to lips. And no one stared at us like we were an odd couple. We danced and romanced and no one gave us a glance.