“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “You bought the pizza last night.”
“No, I insist.”
She shook her head. Then she looked into my eyes, and the temperature in the room went from parental to carnal. Even the air seemed to crackle with sexual tension.
Allie moistened her lips. I stepped close and slid my hand over her hip. She didn’t move away, so I leaned in for a kiss. I pulled her toward me, and she sighed into my mouth, although she pushed me away almost as quickly. She stepped back, lowered her eyes, and dried her lips.
“Oh, crap,” I said. “Sorry. Did I misread things again?”
“No! No. It— It isn’t that.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Then… what?”
She winced when she couldn’t explain, and I didn’t press her. I looked around the kitchen instead and found the distraction I was looking for.
“Let’s just make lunch. Then we can relax, no strings attached. Sound good?”
“Thank you. And… I’m sorry. That’s it. Just… thank you.”
* * *
The girls moved to the pool house after they finished their sandwiches, and I went to check on them when Allie and I finished ours. The older girls lay at opposite ends of the couch, while the younger ones stretched in front of it with their heads propped on pillows. They all had their towels wrapped around them and looked like colorful little sausages.
“Allie and I are gonna hang out,” I said to Emily, who nodded. “You need anything before then?”
“No, thank you.”
“All right. Enjoy.”
I left them to the movie and gathered their plates and cups on the way back to the main house. Allie had already cleaned up our mess.
“We really are a good team,” I said as I handed her the dishes. She put them in the sink with the others.
“Were the girls okay? Everyone getting along?”
“Like pigs in a blanket.”
“What?” she laughed.
“Sorry, it was a visual.”
“Ah, right. I think I know what you mean.”
“Yeah. So… what do you want to do? I mean, the girls’ll be occupied for a couple of hours. We can watch a movie ourselves. Or…?”
“Or… what?”
I glanced at her cleavage.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t try to put me off.
“Sorry, I can’t help it,” I said unapologetically. “I’m a guy. I’m impressed by visuals.”
“I’m not that impressive. Not anymore, at least.”
I cocked my head and considered her for a moment. She tried not to fidget, but she wasn’t entirely successful.
“You’re worried about a mom body?” I said.
“That’s a polite way to put it.”
“Is that all?”
“It’s a lot. I mean—”
“You’re very sexy. Your body, for sure, but your mind too.”
She lowered her eyes. “Thank you.”
“And you know I want to have sex with you.”
“I do too. But… I mean… I’m not exactly…”
“Not exactly what?” I ducked to look into her eyes and sighed at what I saw. “Ah. Now I get it. Ken?”
“Who else?”
I didn’t know exactly what had happened, but I could imagine. Men liked women who were young and firm and bouncy, but a lot of them never saw beyond that. I felt sorry for them, and especially the ones like Ken, who blew up their marriages because their wives’ bodies changed. They never figured out that a woman’s sex drive changed along with her looks.
So their wives weren’t young and firm anymore? So what? They made up for it with experience. They also had fewer inhibitions. Personally, I would have chosen a horny mom over a whole harem of eighteen-year-olds. The mom would do things the younger women couldn’t, wouldn’t, or shouldn’t. Hell, even Trip had figured that one out!
“Yeah, well… Ken’s an idiot,” I said.
Allie snorted a derisive laugh.
“Come on, I’ll prove it.”
Chapter 6
Allie entered the guest bedroom and then waited as I closed the door. I moved behind her, and she exhaled softly as I put my hand on her right shoulder. Her skin was soft and smooth, covered with freckles almost too faint to see.
I fingered the strap of her swimsuit and then slid it down to reveal the pale skin underneath. She sighed again as I kissed her bare shoulder. The air between us crackled with anticipation.
After a moment she leaned back against me, and I nuzzled her neck. At the same time I slid the strap from her left shoulder. Allie pulled her arms free and pushed the swimsuit down to her waist. I cupped her bare breasts from behind. They were soft and full, and her breathing picked up when I caressed her nipples.
“I was thinking about them yesterday,” I told her. “Last night, too. And this morning.”
“Oh, God.”
“Mmm. The real ones are even better.”
She spun in my arms and kissed me full on the mouth. Her breasts flattened against my bare chest, and her arms circled me. Her tongue found mine, and our breathing grew heavy as our kisses heated up.
I guided her toward the bed with my body and then stepped back to admire her. Her breasts sagged predictably, but they were big enough to hold their round shape. Bikini-shaped triangles framed large, pale pink nipples.
She held her breath and waited for my reaction.
“You know my policy.”
“Yes,” she sighed, “but go ahead.” She sounded relieved more than annoyed.
I grinned. “Big or small, round or flat, saggy or perky…”
“You only care if you can touch ’em,” she finished.
“Yep.”
Allie rolled her eyes at my teenage boy expression, although she pursed her lips with amusement. Then she put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest.
“Go ahead.” Her eyes flashed when I moved in like a groper, although she relaxed when I simply slid them around her waist.
“Yeah, okay,” I admitted, “maybe I’m not a teenage boy after all. Although…” I tugged the end of my towel loose and let it fall to the floor. My erection sprang up between us. “I guess I am. In one way, at least.”
Allie glanced between us and unconsciously moistened her lips.
“Oh, no, not yet,” I chuckled. “I wanna see the rest of you first. Time to get you naked. And I mean it this time.”
I tugged her towel loose, and it fell on top of my own. Then I gently pushed her backward, until her legs hit the bed.
She sat down and lay back automatically, and I realized she was holding her breath. Her stomach wasn’t tight and smooth like a teenager’s, but she wasn’t fat. Far from it, actually. And her breasts flattened against her chest instead of floating majestically, but I didn’t care about that, either.
She was a beautiful woman and deserved to feel like it, so I met her eyes and smiled. She returned it with genuine relief and reached for me.
“Uh-uh. First things first.”
The top half of her swimsuit was bunched around her hips. I gripped it, and she raised them. I slid the stretchy material under her butt, lifted her legs, and pulled the stretchy material toward her knees.
I caught my first glimpse of her pussy and breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was completely smooth, her skin much lighter where her bottoms normally covered.
“For me?”
She rolled her eyes with a look that hadn’t changed in a thousand years: Men!
I slid the swimsuit over her ankles and tossed it aside. Then I sank to one knee, spread her legs, and pushed them toward her chest.
Her pussy parted easily and glistened with moisture. Her outer labia were smooth and thin, a rosy pink that faded to pale flesh. Her inner lips were the same pink, slightly darker. They formed a crease at the top and flared at her opening.
She flinched when I ran my palms up her thighs, although she relaxed again quickly. My touch was intimate and insistent, but she was still in control, could still say no. She didn’t, so I gently probed her opening. She squirmed with growing desire as I lubricated the tips of two fingers.