Fred was standing at the door. He was supposed to be going home. He knew it would probably take awhile to earn Myrtle’s trust again, but he was feeling better than he had in a long time and he was hungry for her. He pulled her close, gazed intently into her eyes for a moment, then kissed her. Her lips yielded, her mouth open and willing, her tongue teased his, and he responded with unbounded ardour. Myrtle pulled herself away and looked again into his eyes. It was impossible to mistake his passion.
“You still have to have protection,” she said softly.
Fred reached two fingers into his shirt pocket and pulled out a little package, relieved that he hadn’t lost it in his tumble. He smiled a little uncertainly at Myrtle. She just laughed softly and took the package from him.
“C’mon,” she said. She led him down the hallway to her bedroom and, once inside, turned down the sheets on the bed.
Fred almost couldn’t believe it, but he sure wasn’t going to argue. Suddenly Myrtle was there, undoing the buttons on his shirt and his belt, as he kissed her face and neck and slid a hand up under her sweater, caressing her soft skin. She brushed her lips against his, then when he leaned in for the kiss, she backed away and laughed slyly.
“You tease!” he muttered, grabbing her just a little roughly and pulling her to him. He kissed her hard and long and she yielded, her hands fluttering across his cheek and sliding around his shoulders. She could feel the hard bulge in his trousers. She backed away again, giving him a playful little shove, then pulled her sweater off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She undid her jeans and kicked them away. Right on cue, he pulled his own clothes off, leaving them in a heap with hers. Her panties followed, as did his shorts. They stood before each other, Myrtle smiling mischievously as she dangled the condom in front of Fred. If Fred was smitten before, it was a hundred-fold now. Myrtle was compact, but her breasts were firm and beautiful, her nipples aroused, her hips rounded and inviting, her smile so enticing.
Fred stepped toward her, holding out his hand for the condom, but Myrtle wasn’t going to give it to him. She hopped onto the bed and lay on one side, leaning on her elbow, still dangling the little package in her other hand. Fred chuckled and climbed onto the bed beside her. His erection needed no coaxing and his arousal was full as Myrtle tore open the package and gently placed it’s contents on him, unrolling it slowly, until Fred thought he would explode with desire.
Then she held out her arms, inviting him to her. He slipped one arm under her and gently coaxed her legs apart with one of his, his lips and fingers caressing her from her shoulders to her breasts and then down her trembling body, until his fingers gently explored the soft, dark forest between her legs and found what he was looking for. He gently massaged the moist opening while his lips caressed her body again, lingering on her breasts. Then he found her mouth again for another deep burning kiss.
“Oh Myrtle,” he breathed, “you are so beautiful.”
“Don’t hurt me,” she said softly, moving against his fingers.
“Are you...?” he began.
“No, but it’s been a long time, so I’m practically brand new,” she teased softly. He continued to massage her gently as her legs opened wider and she tried to pull him closer. “I want you inside me, Fred... please,” she moaned.
Fred moved over her and penetrated her slowly. She pushed against him, placing her hands firmly on his hips and pulling him harder into her. She raised her legs and moaned softly as she moved against him, quaking with her lust. Even in the cool bedroom, the two slipped together in a fervent passion that had their lean bodies glistening with perspiration. Then her head fell back onto the pillow and she moaned as she let go of him, her fingers gripping the bed sheet under them.
“Oh Fred, don’t stop.... oh Fred.... ohhhh.” Her arms encircled him as she pulled herself hard against him, then she released her hold and let her head fall back onto the pillow again.
His eyes widened with the potency of her climax. Then he held her hard against him as his own ardour was rewarded. He was vaguely aware of Myrtle’s legs encircling his, as if she wasn’t going to let him go. He rolled on one side, carrying her with him, holding onto her tightly. Then he kissed her again, softly, gently. “I love you, Myrtle,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.
“I love you too, Fred,” she whispered. “You’re mine,” she added, a little fiercely.
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