I spoke up then, telling her "Oh, I was interested, all right. But after what happened with Doug, I didn't want to try to rush you, or anything. I figured you'd want some time to figure out what you wanted — and to tell the truth, I wasn't all that sure that you weren't just trying to make up for him leaving you."
She considered that for a few seconds before answering "Okay, I can understand that. Those really weren't problems for me, but I can see how you might be worried about them. Anyway, I tried to let you know how I felt again when you took me out for dinner — and afterwards, too. I knew you felt something for me, but whatever spark there was between us still didn't catch. For a while, I actually thought that it might be because of what you were doing with the girls, before I realized you were being too careful with them for it to be that."
After a wry laugh, I told her "I sure felt the spark, too, that night. But by then I was already doing things with the girls — with your permission, no less. I knew that you weren't pushing them toward me, but there were still a couple of things that kept me from following up on that kiss outside."
"What were they?"
"Part of it was that you knew that the girls were being with me; I figured you knew how clear and obvious they'd have to be before I'd do anything with them, so I expected — wrongly — that you'd make it real clear to me if you wanted US to be together. The other part was not knowing how you and me together would affect things with all of us. Not that I wanted to keep going with them while it was you and me, but HOW to change from me-and-them to me-and-you; I figured you had to realize that you knew them — their personalities, I mean — better than I did, so if you wanted US to be together, then you'd know that it had to be up to you to make the change.
Since you never said or did anything to indicate you wanted them to stop, I didn't think that you wanted US to get involved with each other that much."
She looked at me in silence for a few seconds before asking me "Didn't it ever occur to you that it might be okay with me if you were with ALL of us? Not like a big orgy, or anything; but that you could share a bed with me, and still be with them like you have?"
I'd always simply assumed (yeah, yeah!) that it was one or the other. Now, to hear that something I'd never even considered was possible — well… it took a while before I could get my mind around the idea that I could have cake and ice cream.
In answer to the expression I must have had on my face, Teresa told me "Ted, if I was okay with them being with you like that at all, what would make you think that my attitude would change if you wanted me, too?"
Nothing, I thought to myself. She hadn't said or done anything to make me think that I couldn't be with her and the girls, both. All that had kept me from letting her be as much a part of my life as I'd have liked had been nothing but my own either-or mindset.
"Ahhhh, hell", I said — then calmly tilted my head down so that I could kiss her. And keep kissing her as I put my hand on her waist, then slowly moved it up until I could cup her breast through the blouse she had on — and discovering that she didn't have a bra on under it.
As I slowly ran my thumb across her nipple, Teresa let me know through her lips that she not only welcomed my touch, but inviting me to do even more with her.
When I indicated that I wanted her to move, she readily did so; it wasn't but a few moments before she was on my lap, facing me, with her legs outside of mine. As our kiss picked up where it had left off, I got both of my hands on her breasts, and found them to be large enough to slightly over-fill my hands — and firmer than I would have thought they'd be after she'd borne three kids. It didn't take long for me to decide that the cloth of her blouse was getting in the way of really enjoying her tits; as I started unbuttoning it, her lips parted and her tongue brushed across my lips. I opened my mouth in return, and our tongues began to make love.
After I got the last button undone on her blouse, she was the one to pull it aside so that I could fill my hands with her warm mammaries — revealing that they had small, dark areolas and nipples, much like Karen's. As I began gently squeezing and caressing her breasts, Teresa moved her hands to my body — feeling my chest for several seconds before going to work to get it out of her way. It wasn't long before I could feel her cool hands wandering my chest and sides and shoulders.
When I was satisfied that my fingers had mapped her bust, I moved my hands lower on her body, caressing her soft skin as I traced a path down her sides and around to her back — and then onto her ass.
I hadn't been massaging her tight ass for long when she told me "Dammit! Let's just get naked, and get it over with!"
I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and pulled my hands off her ass so she could get up. She did, then moved to the side a bit so that I could get up, too. As we shed various articles of clothing, we continued to exchange a number of fiery kisses. When all we were wearing was our birthday suits, Teresa gently pushed me back down on the couch before resuming her previous position on my lap. I quickly got my hands back on her ass, shortly followed by leaning forward so I could start kissing and sucking on her breasts. She put her hands in my hair, and released a soft moan when I began sucking on one of her nipples. Beneath my hands, I could feel the muscles in her ass clenching as she began to rock on my lap with slow, short movements.
When we'd undressed, I'd noticed (!) that Teresa's bush was dark and luxurious, forming a strip that was only as wide as her mons and extended only a couple of inches past its top. Her rocking on my lap had it brushing lightly against my semi-erect penis; that, coupled with the aroma of her increasing desire soon had my cock growing longer and harder. When I'd gotten hard enough, I could feel myself making contact with her; she felt it, too, and I heard her moan before she started rubbing herself against it.
The additional stimulation soon had me completely hard, which had Teresa rubbing herself along the top of my erection. I could feel her labia had spread enough that she was able to use her growing wetness to lubricate me before she shifted her movements so that she was running her entire cleft along my length; her clitoris would be pressed against me just behind the head of my manhood when she started, and I'd have the warmth radiating from her opening at the base of my cock when she finished arching herself against me.
It didn't take many iterations of that before I wanted us to actually start fucking; I moved my hands to her hips, and when I gently indicated that I wanted her to raise up, she opened her eyes to look at me before telling me "Oh, god, yes… I want you in me so bad!"
As she lifted herself off of me, the head of my penis slid across the entrance to her vagina before brushing across her erect clit — something that actually caused her to gasp. Reaching down between us, she guided my erection upwards, then got herself positioned so that the end was securely wedged against her opening. Holding me steady, she began to slowly lower herself onto me.
It didn't take me long to understand why she was going slow — she was nearly as tight as Karen had been when I'd deflowered her, and she needed to take it slow so that she could get used to having me inside her. But it wasn't as much of an adjustment for Teresa as it had been for Karen, and she was able to get herself impaled on my manhood relatively quickly. She stopped when her warm, smooth ass rested against the tops of my legs; as she held herself still, she told me "You aren't any longer than Doug was, but you're bigger around than him. I had to get used to you, even though it feels wonderful to be filled up like this!"