Mark and Micki, Julia and Fitz.

Fitz would move on and have a great life, she was sure of that — his next lover certainly would and she knew she responsible for it.

Her chances of getting another boy like him was remote to say the least and she wasn’t going to try, to run the risk of becoming some fuckable, mythical, MILF landlady to be discussed in student classrooms and bars for years to come.

But Fitz had done one massive thing for her. After their seven-week affair she knew she was still attractive, knew she was responsive and knew she wanted a man that way again, her own man, one she could keep and enjoy life with who would cuddle her when she needed it.

She smiled at that, that was for tomorrow.

The old Julia had been hurt and broken by her ex and had hidden away because of it. But here, nearly three years on and because of a jokey remark by her jokey neighbour with two pints of Hook Norton Brewery’s finest for support, she’d slept with a sweet and sexy young lad; slept with him an awful lot actually. In doing so, and doing it so nicely with so much passion, it had lifted her out of her gloom almost without her noticing.

It was like the sweet boy had screwed her a few times, stepped off of the bed and had picked up her confidence and self-worth, brushed of the dirt and handed them back to her not broken at all, just a bit battered but just as good, if not actually better than when she’d last seen them.

She raised her mug up to his bedroom, that was the real legacy of Fitz and she knew she would always be grateful to him for it.

They had a final session in her living room, both stripped naked in front of the open fire with a bottle of champagne, and touching, caressing, kissing, licking, sucking and gentle and passionate fucking until neither could stand, falling asleep on the sofa in each others arms, coming round with a slight chill early the next morning.

She kissed Fitz, feeling only a hint of sorrow at their parting and the end of the sex they’d enjoyed. After all there would be other men, and with the confidence boost that Fitz had provided she might actually make some effort in finding a new guy, even if it was just for sex.

She went to the kitchen, made mugs of tea and handed one to him, seeing that he’d pulled on his boxers against the chill of the morning. They both grinned, took their mugs of tea and headed for a few hours sleep before the alarms would go off and they’d prepare for his departure.

She woke early, looking to her right and kind of hoping that Fitz might be there, but they had said their last goodbyes in that way the previous night. He appeared with his tea mug at a little after nine, clean and showered like her, ready to load his things into the boot of his car.

She carried one of his boxes of books and his rucksack, thinking back to the young boy with the fine arse that her neighbour had suggested she should ‘train’.

It was as if something had passed with their lovemaking the night before and she felt a new kind of feeling, a ‘love’ but more maternal than sexual now, caring for the boy and his future. She smiled as she made him yet another of the packed lunches she had created for himShe was pleased that he seemed to feel it too and didn’t make any moves or suggest anything; which was good because she heard her front door being opened with a key.

“Hello Darling!” said Julia as her youngest daughter appeared.

“Hiya Mummy!” she said brightly, opening one of the kitchen cupboards and retrieving her mug to poor a coffee from the just brewed percolator jug, “How are…”

She was temporarily lost for words as the young man carried in his mug. He looked at the pretty girl and narrowed his eyes.

“Hi… Michaela?” he said with a grin to the pretty girl wearing the pink hoodie she’d worn to the pub that fateful night.

She smiled back at him,

“Hi… Fitz?”

“You two know each other?” said Mum, just a hint of shock in her face but she hid it well.

“Yeah,” Michaela giggled, “we met in the pub on our delayed Christmas girls’ night,” she stepped closer to the gorgeous boy that had been on her mind ever since that evening months before, “Sorry you never got to buy me that beer, it was a girl’s night and being the newbie, I did get rather dragged around a bit.”

“No problem,” said Fitz with a confident smile, “look, I really need to walk your Mum down to the pub and buy her lunch by way of thank you, why don’t you come too — I can buy the beer I owe you.”

“Oh Michaela Darling, that would be lovely!” said Julia grinning at her daughter then the boy, no the young man that had screwed her to ecstasy until two o’clock that morning.

They walked down to the pub and the seasonal beer he’d ordered all those weeks before was not available so they had three pints of ‘Summer Haze’ and that went down equally well and it was ribeye steaks all-round again.

As it happened two of Julia’s friends where in the pub having a Saturday lunch as well and she wandered over to speak to them.

“David Fitzroy,” said Fitz holding out his hand.

“Michaela Robertson,” she took his and they shook, smiling sweetly. Fitz knew there was no way he was going to be nervous this time.

“So Michaela, at least I know your address and home phone number,” he grinned and she grinned right back at him, “but could I have your number?”

“Why?” she grinned cheekily at him, taking a sip at the last third of her strong, dark brown pint.

“Well,” he said, “it’ll make it much easier for me to ask you out on a date.” He picked up his glass and sipped it as well.

“Why don’t you ask me now,” she said, “I’m sat right here?”

“Ah, the danger is,” he said with narrowed eyes, “you’re sat right here and looking just as amazing as you did in February – love what you’ve done your hair by the way – and can see me in all my dusty, scruffy house-moving glory, and you might say no. If I have your number at least I can ring you in a few weeks and you might have forgotten how terrible I look.”

“Try me,” she said wrinkling her nose at him and sipping some more.

“OK, Michaela — would you…”

“Yes,” she said, “where and when?”

“You work in the city?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m moving back home there, how about I meet you in Costa in town on Monday lunchtime and we can discuss it — 1230?”

“Deal,” she said, “I’ll see you then.” She pursed her lips at him and he grinned and shook his head as Julia’s loud goodbye exclamations got closer.

Lunch completed they walked back to the house, Fitz feeling good as he had an attractive woman on each arm.

Julia, still tired from her late and very passionate night and affected by the strong beer again, said that no way should Fitz drive home for a while because of the strong beer drunk over lunch and he agreed, there was a reason for him to hang around the place today. Julia said that she would have a lie down and insisted that Fitz call her before he left and headed for her bedroom for a nap.

Fitz and Michaela sat at each end of the large leather sofa.

“So Michaela,” he said looking at the attractive brunette just as she had started discretely tugging down the zip on her hoodie to expose more cleavage. Although caught in the act, she smiled straight back at him, and he continued, “Any chance I could discuss options on how I should kiss your Mum goodbye?”

“A complicated one for sure,” she said and moved towards him just as he moved towards her, “I would try this,” she leaned forward and gave a strong firm pressure of her lips to his. It was very nice and she pulled away from him momentarily, “BUT,” she said firmly, “On NO ACCOUNT should you try this…” she leaned in again, only this time she closed her eyes, taking a handful of his sweatshirt and they kissed, their mouths sneaking open so their tongues could entangle wetly and passionately.

“So I’m guessing this would be totally out of order too,” he said slipping a hand to her face and into her lightly curled brown hair with the other to her waist and under her T-shirt and she sighed gratefully into his mouth at the contact.

They broke again,

“Probably best not,” she taking a breath and slipping an arm around his neck and they kissed again, “Oh, and please, don’t grab her boobs, really not sure you got that close.”

He had of course but wasn’t going to tell.

“What, like this?” The hand on her waist slid up and around to rest against her firm and full breast.

“Yeah,” she gasped, “Definitely not like that, and don’t even think about trying to push up her bra and T-shirt…”

“I never would, how about if I was to be super-sensitive about it and did this?” His hand had moved from her waist to the small of her back and a very gentle pinch at the hook and eye fastening of her lacy bra.

He heard her gasp at the release and the hint of a chuckle, he wasn’t the first person to unclip her bra like that. He continued moving it up and over her boobs, sliding back down to cup and caress her sensitive breast-flesh, trapping and squeezing her hardening nipple between pointer and middle finger in doing so.

“Ooh shit,” she hissed, wriggling at his attention, “probably best not to Fitz, and PLEASE,” she gasped as he kissed a line down her neck, “– DON’T GRAB HER ARSE!”

So her T-shirt was around her neck and her posh lacy bra was up with it while he groped and then kissed her curvaceous bosom, his other hand down the back of her jeans and squeezing her bottom. She pulled him over her, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He was laying on top of her in their joint passion with his fingers heading for the brass button on her jeans feeling her raising up to help him. It popped open and the small zip went down with his hand going down the back of her jeans. They were just starting to enjoy his warm hand on her soft curvy bottom when they both heard the flushing of the upstairs WC.

They broke and both stood, Michaela straightening her bra and turning her back, raised her hair and Fitz took the two ends and connected them. She turned back and nodded her head at his good work, straightened her boobs in it before pulling her T-shirt down and her jeans up to button and zip, while he finger-brushed his hair that she had been alternately stroking and pulling.

She cocked an ear hearing the running water that would be her Mum washing her hands; she slipped her arms around his neck,

“Until Monday lunchtime Fitz,” and kissed him long and hard once more.

“I can’t wait Michaela,” he said with a grin.

She walked out into the hallway and onto the bottom few steps. She stopped and turned to him smiling her amazing smile to him, “Oh and Fitz?” he looked up at her, “you can call me Micki…”

Finally Julia was back in the room after a stop in the kitchen.

“Here,” she said, “a little something to see you on your way home!”

“Lovely!” he said stepping forward and taking Julia in his arms for the biggest hug – and nothing more, “thank you for everything Julia,” he said, “it’s been just the most wonderful time.”

“It’s been such a pleasure having you here Fitz,” she squeezed him tight, happy her daughter wasn’t here to see.

They looked at each other.

She had already made her peace with the world and he had found the girl he’d been dreaming about since he met her all those weeks before.

“Don’t be a stranger Fitz,” Julia said with a big smile – stood in the kitchen, that kitchen, next to that table across from that worksurface. She could almost feel a soreness in the back of her puss and bottom. A weekend of NOT being fucked rigid actually felt quite a nice thing to look forward to.

He took the brown paper sack with his last packed lunch, but made up completely with the home baked cupcakes and cookies and with a final hug and cheek-to-cheek kiss he handed over his key, left through the kitchen door taken a last look at her at her kitchen sink.

He started his drive home. As he hit the motorway he opened the sack and took one of the cupcakes, it was quite lovely and gave him a warm feeling.

Julia sat in her kitchen and drank tea and thought about the loss of her lover, there would be another that was for sure.

*

Micki and Fitz.

He was sat in Costa at twelve fifteen nursing a vanilla latte, conscious that the girl he’d kissed and cuddled and would be there in fifteen minutes. He’d been thinking about her ever since that last kiss in his former landlady’s sitting room.

“Hiya David! said the deep voice he knew and loved.

“Hey Dad!” he said looking at his watch, “you here for lunch as well?”

“Yes,” he said giving his boy a hug, “with some mates from work.”

“Fitz?” said the voice he was so looking forward to hearing as the pretty girl in the tight black jeans stepping out from behind his Dad.

“Micki!”

In a re-run of two days before, another parent said,

“You two know each other?”

“You know Fitz?!” said Michaela.

“Very well,” said Mark, “He’s my son.” He clapped a firm hand on his boy’s shoulder.

“Fitz lodged with my Mum for his last term!” She looked long at both of them, “But his name is Fitzroy?” she said.

“Yeah, my late Mum was Layla Fitzgerald and Dad’s is Mark Royston, so when they registered my birth they joined the names and I became David Fitzroy — I dubbed Fitz at secondary school.”

“He starts work at the education department as a newly qualified educational psychologist next Monday, so you’ll get to see lots more of him.”

“Oh good!” she said moving to stand next to him, her face aglow.

“And he gets to call you Micki?” whispered Mark with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said with a nod and almost a wink, “nearly!”

She smiled at Mark and slipped a hand under his son’s elbow, her face glowing as she walked him to a window seat away from her workmates. It took three whole minutes before she kissed him.

*

Julia and Mark

At the end of children’s engagement party Julia accepted the offer of a lift home in Fitz Dad’s car.

Mark saw her to her door and kissed her hand with a gracious bow. Julia, much taken with the handsome funny guy she had shared a table and a dance with, so much like his son in fact, and asked if he might like a coffee and a snack before his long drive home to the city.

He did.

Her smoky black cat sat at the top of the stairs and watched through the open bedroom door as Mark made the most passionate love to Julia. She felt her orgasm pass through her like only one person had ever done before.

So what if she’d fucked his son, this could still work. He stayed the weekend.

Now there were Four people all sharing the same secret of who they had slept with.

*

Epilogue

Carol

Carol was very sad when the ‘For Sale’ sign went up and Julia sold her house with the student room and moved to the city to live with Mark — in his wonderful town house a few miles away from her social worker daughter and educational psychologist son-in-law.

Julia’s cheeky next-door neighbour never did get to congratulate her on what she’d heard walking her dog that first Friday night and the cries of passion that could only have come from one place and been the result of one thing,

“FUCK ME FITZ! OH GOD YEAH… FUCK ME!!”

The following day she’d been in her garden hoping to catch her neighbour and congratulate her on taking her advice, when she saw some movement through a gap in the fence. Peaking through she saw her friend naked and pinned across the kitchen table she’d often sat at and drank tea, but here she was getting fucked rigid from behind by her naked student lodger, and yes he was hung like a horse after all.

The look of surprised wide-eyed, open-mouthed ecstasy on Julia’s was face evident, her occasional rising up to squeeze her big milky white tits, to pinch her own nipples soon had Carol feeling just as horny and she watched right up to the end and the mutual orgasms, and his soft caress of Julia’s fine arse as she lay on the table, momentarily unable to move while he filled the kettle.

She went up to her house, up to her bedroom and stripped naked, calling her very surprised but pleased husband in for a quickie, which lasted the rest of the day.

She took to leaving a garden chair at the hole in the fence just in case there was a repeat performance.

Ten days later Fitz had followed her car into the cul-de-sac in his car and they pulled onto their respective driveways simultaneously. She said a very bright good afternoon to young Fitz as he positively bounded up the drive and he returned it with a very big grin, his erection noticeable to someone that knew what to look for.

She dumped her groceries in the kitchen and walked out into the garden and to the hole. She looked through and saw her neighbour at the sink who smiled, half-turned and said loud ‘Hi Fitz’, only to be turned back and the boy to appear close in behind her, wrap his arms around her and pin her to the work surface.

Julia’s suddenly change to skirts from the smart slacks she had always worn was explained as the beige, knee-length garment appeared at her back and her facial expression and just audible groan confirmed the huge dick Carol had noticed on the drive was now being inserted into the older lady.

That session lasted for about fifteen minutes with the same result, her friend fucked to perfection and gradually stripped naked so her young lover could interfere with the big tits Carol had only ever seen under a swimming costume and were now turning her on quite successfully.

A week or so after that he’d seen him coming home with two tins of squirty dairy cream one evening and this just made her more curious; perhaps he just liked it on trifles, or on jelly or with fruit, but everything with these two had been about sex recently. So, against her better judgement she’d taken a slow walk down to her fence with a mug of tea. She was slightly disappointed not seeing them in the kitchen but could hear them. They were in Julia’s conservatory and that was a whole lot of giggling going on. She knew that there was a view through the glass roof into it from Daniel’s bedroom, so pouring the remains her tea into the grass she ran indoors.

The view from Daniel’s bedroom was a bit of a shock — there was a blue plastic tarp across the sofa and armchair and the floor, while Julia was stood in the middle of it, hands on hips and legs akimbo and the biggest, slightly nervous grin on her face.

She was naked but for the white fluffy looking bikini that Fitz was spraying on to her line by line — in squirty cream!

She already had white panties, and both of her big tits were covered and he was drawing a line from the top of the first triangle over her shoulder and down to the single line around her back.

Carol was intrigued, she looked down and saw Fitz grinning as he added tiny jelly sweets and sprinkles to the ensemble, gently twisting his lover to get to all of the pieces. He picked up his phone and snapped away as Julia posed and stretched in her confectionary clothing.

Carol stepped back and opened the small quarter light window and was pleased that she could hear the faint speech from next door.

The first thing she could definitely hear was,

“…lick this off of me Fitz, I can feel it running down my bottom!” she giggled so cutely.

“Only fair that I start there then Julia…” he said softly, “bend forward for me.”

She could see Fitz perch on one of the plastic sheeted chairs and turn his landlady around so her bottom was towards him and pushed her slightly forward at the waist and in seconds was licking a line from the base of her bottom all the way up to the small of her back leaving a cleared area.

Carol stood up for a better view, happy that both performers were looking away from her and was rewarded with the site of Fitz naked with his massive erection sticking up and out and Julia gradually being lick-stripped too.

Carol thought about Fitz’s photography and taking her smartphone propped it against the glass of the window and set the video to record, moving it occasionally as Fitz and Julia changed positions so she was still getting the best shots of the action, she even did a finger pinch to get in just a bit closer. Fitz had obviously stopped licking whipped cream and was concentrating on pussy, Julia helping him by pulling his face into her groin with a foot high on the arm of the chair to improve the boy’s access.