Olivia: The Hottest Mom

Olivia, The Hottest Mom

 

 

Chapter 8

 

Cody finishes college, and consecutive relationships with two lovely young ladies, then starts looking for a job on his career track. Five years after she moved away, a surprised Liv interviews and hires Cody to work for her at her firm in Chicago. After cautioning him that they can’t resume their old affair, because she’s now his boss, she relents and visits him at his hotel room in the wee hours of the morning. Their passion is undimmed and relentless, and they have just made love again after five long years.

I helped Liv off the bed, and watched fascinated as my cum, diluted only slightly by her juices, literally dripped down one thigh. She paid it no mind, grabbing me in another fierce hug, holding and kissing me, a more laid back making out than minutes ago when she had grabbed me just inside my door. Her luxurious, long black hair, years ago the scented with a sweet strawberry shampoo, smelled now of jasmine, and it was a very sexy change. My kisses were at least as passionate, but easier like hers, and I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, under her skirt before cupping and squeezing her bare buttocks. She wriggled happily, and we just stood there in our afterglow.

“Fuck, Liv, I never thought we’d do that again.” Love and relief were in my voice, and Liv looked up into my eyes before I noticed she was still in high heels, the top of her head above my chin instead of on my bare chest.

Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, barely visible in the light seeping past the curtain’s edges. “I never thought I’d see you again, my love. I couldn’t just…not.” She kissed me on the lips, lovingly, and it was almost better than our torrid kissing earlier. Almost.

I remembered her cautionary statement when she came over that afternoon, and held a tight rein on my enthusiasm. “Liv, baby, just this time?” I didn’t want to believe it, but I wanted to make sure what she had planned, and whether it would go any further, tonight or ever, or if this was a brief coda at the end of our love affair.

Liv laughed softly. “Cody, baby, you know me better than that, my darling man. I told you our first time wouldn’t be the only time, and this won’t either. I don’t like one-night stands, and I don’t want one with the man I love.”

There was that word that had proven somewhat slow in appearing with Sheila, and entirely elusive with Hilda, and I knew I wanted it, wanted her. I kissed her first this time. “Liv, my wonderful Liv, let’s get you out of those clothes and into bed.” With that, I gently lifted the sides of her blouse, and Liv lifted her arms, acquiescing to my desire to get her naked. Her bra was pure white, as satiny as her skin, a hint of a tan line just over the top of the bra, hinting at the lighter skin beneath it, a perfect match for the pale skin of her ass and the region around her jet black pubic thatch. I reached around her, kissing her slowly, undoing each of the five catches one at a time, almost as competently as she had undressed me before.

Her full breasts, surmounted by her large, dark nipples, revealed themselves as the silky bra slid down her arms and to the floor. She undid her belt and shimmied out of her skirt, careful not to let it dip into the remnants of our lovemaking, and tossed it onto one of the chairs. Now she was naked, save for the black knee-highs and her heels.

“Nice outfit, baby.” I admired her body again, the finely toned arms and legs, her flat belly, her tight and firm buttocks. Out of all that, her eyes were the loveliest, had always been, and her face was the one I wanted to wake up next to.

She giggled girlishly. “Baby, I have never, fucking ever done this with anybody else! You seem to bring out my inner wanton slut. God, I feel so fucking wicked!” Holding onto my arm, she bent over and removed one shoe, then the other, then slowly peeled off each stocking, tossing them in a ball onto the blouse and skirt. My attention was on her breasts, swinging divinely with each motion, and I started to grin like an idiot when she looked up at me. “What, Cody?”

“I just love you, love seeing you again. Naked.”

Liv chuckled. “Or with your cock filling my mouth and pussy?” She disengaged from me. “I need to wash up a bit, sweetheart, get your cum off my leg.” She turned at the bathroom door. “I think you’ll appreciate my pussy tasting just like…pussy and not cum, right?” Wiggling her hips in a very attractive way, she stepped inside and latched the door, without the secondary click that would have been the sound of locking it.

In a few minutes, she stepped out, silhouetting her nakedness deliciously in the glow from the bathroom, and flicked off the light. Her footfalls were quiet as she made her way to the left side of the bed, her side those many weeks we had first enjoyed each other. Slipping under the cool sheets, she snuggled in close to me, our bare skin touching all along the length of each other. We put our arms around each other, and fell asleep.

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My clock radio went off at seven sharp, playing some random pop station. I was turned the other way, sleeping on my side, and rolled over. She was still there, and it hadn’t been a dream. I’d known that, but was relieved to have it proven in the light of day. Her eyelids lifted dreamily. “Good morning, Cody.”

“Great morning, Liv!” I reached over and ran my free hand from just below her hip up to her right breast, and down again. Both nipples stiffened at my touch, and we drifted into each other’s arms, kissing and fondling ourselves awake.

“Don’t you have work today, Liv?”

“Cody, I’m the boss, one of them, so I don’t punch a clock. Actually nobody salaried punches a clock, and that includes you.” She seemed very prim and professional, but her naked tits rubbing on my chest spoiled a little of the effect.

“So, I don’t need to be in until this afternoon to read my offer letter and turn in my papers.” I had several ideas for how to spend the morning.

“I don’t either; called into the service at six and said I was taking a day off, feeling like I have to spend the day in bed. I didn’t tell them it would be fucking my new hire, though!” Liv was as joyful as I’d ever seen her, practically glowing with desire for me.

“Well, let’s order breakfast in the room. I’ll put on a robe so you don’t have to go through the bother of climbing out of bed and dressing…” I dialed downstairs and ordered breakfast for two.

She threw off the covers, and turned onto her back, dark silky thighs parted, the thick black jungle at her crotch spread and waiting for me. Liv’s breasts were milky oases between the tanned skin above and below them, and she stretched her arms out to me. The daylight sneaking through the curtains revealed she was even lovelier than I remembered, and my eyes appreciated her almost as much as my hands and fingers had in the dark.

“Before breakfast, we should work out. Push-ups and thigh spreads, and some deep breathing exercises.” She licked her lips almost shyly. “You do the push-ups, and I’ll spread my thighs, okay?”

She was wet with desire, and I entered her quickly, already hard, and we started in again, lasting only minutes. We came at almost the same time, and less cum was leaking out of her filled twat this morning, and we quickly showered together. I had timed it just right, and I tossed the thick white robe that they laid out for guests on when room service knocked. He wheeled the cart in while Liv brushed her teeth out of sight, and as soon as the door shut, she strutted out into the room. She hadn’t bothered to put anything on after the shower, and I was still hungry for her. Liv slipped her arms around me, kissing me passionately, and undid the sash on my robe, easing it off my shoulders and down to the floor.

We had bacon, pancakes and eggs, two orders, with a carafe of OJ, and a pot of coffee with a small pitcher of cream and some sugar. It was good, but not nearly as satisfying as Liv’s second surprise visit had been. We ate naked, catching up after five years of separation.

She swallowed a bit of egg, and without preamble, spoke. “So, how was sex with Sheila?” Her coffee cup covered her grin, mostly. It looked like she wanted to see if I was uncomfortable discussing the women who came after her.

I wasn’t. “Good, got better as time went on. You know, she came to me, all horny from hearing all about our bedroom exploits.”

Liv chuckled with familiarity. “So, it really was my doing that the two of you got together.”

I finally had to admit that was true, with a rueful shake of my head. “Sheila had been interested, and told me later she’d had a crush on me most of senior year, but she’d been too shy to say anything. Hearing all things you told her mom, made her want to find out first-hand, and she had a pretty good idea who had been sharing her bed. She asked me to teach her.”

“So, you deflowered this poor girl, innocent and sweet, all because she heard your escapades with the wicked divorcee?” There was a curl of indecent delight there, and I knew she was enjoying hearing all about it

“She wasn’t a virgin.” I paused, then decided Liv would like to know. “Labor Day, the first time, we went behind the pool machinery shed, and she laid out her towel before taking off her swimsuit and lying back for us to fuck.”

Liv’s eyes widened, in pleasure and not shock. “Wow,” she said softly. “That was forward! I had pictured you moving on, gradually convincing her to let you relieve her of her maidenhead. So, did you teach her?”

I nodded, almost dropping a bit of egg from my fork. “Everything we learned. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again…”

“…And you didn’t want to hold back anything from your new girlfriend. Totally understand, my love. Don’t feel guilty, Cody. I’d have been disappointed if you hadn’t done everything with her. She was probably an excellent next relationship, right? Then one more…” She meant Hilda, I was sure, but I had to confess everything to her, so I found myself telling Liv about the threesome with Sheila’s friend Nancy, our little sophisticated, naked romp. Describing it for her, I felt my cock start to rise again. It had been very fun.

Through it all, Liv looked fascinated, eager to hear more. I gave her every detail, and she started to lick her lips, desire shining in her eyes. When I was done, she leaned in, whispering, “Do you want to try that with me sometime?”

“Liv, you’re enough for me by yourself. I’d feel…guilty…at least a little trying to share you with someone else. I think our third would be left a little wanting.” I thought for a moment. “Why? Did you, have you ever…”

“No, Cody, I’ve never been that wild, exactly. After the first year, Maximilian was the same old routine every time we fucked, and he made it very clear he didn’t want any suggestions.”

“Jesus, Liv… That must have been…”

“Boring. Dull. Soul-crushingly dull.” Her eyes were distant, looking off into a past that I knew she wouldn’t willingly return to.

Liv set her cup down and leaned forward, her pale breasts against the rim of the table, and I saw her nipples were erect, stiff with anticipation. “What about Hilda?”

“She didn’t need teaching. I was her fourth boyfriend, and she just liked to fuck all the time. We never said we loved each other… It wasn’t that kind of relationship.” I didn’t know why I suddenly told her about that little tidbit.

“So, the two of you just rutted like two horny elk? Was she as good as Sheila?” Amusement crept into Liv’s voice, and I knew she was teasing me now.

“Pretty much. I liked her, but it wasn’t painful…as painful when she flew back home for good. It was more like we were used to each other, comfortable being together.”

“And comfortable fucking…” Her grin was broader now. “Anything interesting about either of them, my competition?”

“They weren’t your competition; they never were. As Thomas Jefferson said, he was succeeding Benjamin Franklin, and no man could hope to replace him.”

“So, I was succeeded, not replaced!” Her laugh was delighted. “Now, what about the sweet young things that…succeeded me…

“Well… Hilda shaved.”

“I shave too, my legs, and trim my bush…”

“She shaved her pussy. Completely bare. Told me she loved feeling me go into her, no pussy hair to interfere.”

Liv leaned forward and licked her lips. “Would you like it if I shaved mine? Make it all bare and smooth and naked for you?”

“I love it just the way it is, the way you are, Liv.” Truth to tell, I loved the thick black jungle at her crotch, loved seeing it shroud her womanly mysteries, and part before my fingers, tongue or cock. “I wouldn’t change a thing, love, except to see you more naked more often.”

“You certainly will now, Cody.” Liv looked very happy, no, gratified that I didn’t want her to change what she did for me. “So, what else about Hilda. Except for the threesome, which frankly I’m a little surprised about, Sheila didn’t seem that wild.”

So I told her about how Hilda strode around our apartment naked, or at least topless, when we were studying or doing chores. Liv and I had done that several times that summer, and we had both loved the freedom and intimacy of it.

Liv smiled, apparently satisfied I hadn’t been wasting my time after our parting. She drained her coffee, and leaned back, moving the chair to the side of the table so I could see all of her. “We have two hours before you have to start getting ready…” She picked up the tiny maple syrup pitcher, and poured several drops onto the pale skin of her tits, using the fingers of her other hand to spread and coat them, the thick amber fluid collecting on her dark, sensuous nipples, which curdled with desire. Eyeing me, she licked each finger clean, and lay back. “I spilled, baby. Want to help me clean up?”

I slid off my chair and to my knees before her, and she scooted her bottom closer to me, spreading her thighs, warm and soft and smelling of soap from our shower. Taking her left breast in my hand, I let my tongue flick out and start cleaning the sweet syrup from the lighter area where her tan lines were, the tip roving over her dark nipple in hopes of leaving them immaculate. I moved to the right one moments later, and she lay her head back and moaned.

“Oh, Cody, I just love breakfast with you…”

After diligently lapping up the syrup, I lifted my face off her and looked up. “I missed a spot…” My face tilted back down, and I trailed my tongue down between her pale tits, down the tanned skin on her belly, down to the second pale patch, and her decidedly unshaven twat. Pretending some of it had dripped all the way down, I gave her a series of licks starting at her navel, letting my tongue travel up a little bit, then moved my face down fractionally and repeated the motion lower.

Liv’s head was still back, and she moaned again when my mouth got to the top of her bush and moved downward. “Fuck, baby…” The syrup was long gone, but the nectar below was what I wanted. I moved further down, and curled my arms around her silky smooth thighs from underneath, letting my tongue part the jungle of black curls, set on the beautiful, pale expanse of skin at her hips and crotch. I let it wander over the moist labia, savoring the thin juices and their very different but still sweet taste.

She reached down with her index and middle fingers on each hand and spread her pussy lips for me, opening the moist gash, and I licked at the entrance to her cunt, describing a small oval around the borders to that opening, before plunging my tongue inside, nodding my head to let my tongue play along the length of her pussy. Liv was even wetter now, her pussy shedding droplets of fluid onto my tongue and the thick carpet I knelt on. I’d learned cunnilingus for her, and always savored the complete response I enjoyed, not only from her but my later paramours, and I knew they liked it too. Liv’s was and always would be my favorite cunni to lingus.

Her sighs, sultry and low, filled my ears. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, Cody, baby… Eat my pussy, baby!” Her back arched when I moved again to her clit, and let the tip of my tongue play along its length. Her ass slid further down, almost to the seat’s edge, her thighs spreading further. Delicately taking her clit into my mouth, I started sucking at it, inserting two fingers all the way to my palm. I started moving them in and out of her in time to each suck on the delicate nub, driving louder groans of passion from her lovely throat.

She let go of her labia, and moved her hands to my head, grasping it tightly, fingers curled in my hair. My face was pulled irresistibly into her, and I was awash with her juices. Moving back, letting go of her clit altogether, I started pumping my fingers rapidly, fingerfucking her hard and fast. My cock was trembling with my need, my desire to fill her pussy for a third time since last night.

“Fuck…fuck!” Liv’s back arched as her orgasm erupted from her, unleashing the sweet, musky juices, soaking my fingers and hand. I moved my fingers down and out of the way, and planted my face onto her cunt, concentrating on her clit, licking and sucking on it as fast as I could manage, eager to claim the delicious fluid for my mouth and tongue, not wanting to waste another drop on the carpet.

Her next scream was ecstatic, loud, sexy as hell. “Oh fuck…!” I wondered if we would hear the guests in neighboring rooms pounding on the walls in irritation, and didn’t care. Liv tasted incredible, warm and sweet, and I loved her even more for her wanting me again, wanting me to make love to her again, coming to my room last night. She threw her head back and nearly screamed her climax into the room, even as more of her juices dribbled forth onto my tongue and down my throat.

At last her orgasm subsided, but the quivering I loved didn’t. “Ah, fuck, Cody, I love you so much…” Her fingertips, only recently clutching my hair and pushing my face into her twat, now were stroking and caressing my face, brushing away the fragrant moisture on my cheeks, before kissing me again. She gave a low moan of satisfaction and looked down past her pale, magnificent breasts. “Thank you, baby…” She put one hand under my chin, and lifted my face. “Baby, stand up for me.”

I did, and my straining hard-on pointed straight at her, stiff and ready to explore any part of her she wished. Liv giggled. “You ready to cum again, baby?” She moved the chair forward and sat up straighter, encircling my cock with her right hand, fondling my balls with the other. “Baby, help me decide something…” She started stroking my cock, slowly, as if to keep it interested in the journey instead of the destination.

“What, my love?” I wanted to be inside her, pussy or mouth, and the slow jacking off drew me closer for the third time since two this morning.

She smiled lovingly, slyly. “Cody, I just brushed my teeth, baby… Maybe I should just jack you off on my tits, or let you fuck them. Or…”–her grin was filled with lust–“you could just fuck me here on the table.” She was panting softly, and leaned forward to run her tongue over the tip of my cock, swirling it over the head languidly. “I told you if you call me Liv, I’ll be your love kitten forever. So how do you want me?” Her eyes gazed into mine, luminous and covetous in the best way.

Before I could answer, we heard a pounding start up, but not at the door. It dawned on us both at the same instant that a couple in the adjoining room was starting to fuck, probably inspired by Liv’s orgasmic moans. Maybe they were performing for us, excited to share the sounds of their passion with us. Muffled by the wall our bed was on, the pounding was distinct, and a woman’s voice said something unintelligibly lustful and wanting.

Liv stood up, an erotic smile dawning like an erotic sunrise across her face. “Come over to the bed.” She took my hand and led me over, then we climbed on. I lay on my back, and we felt vibrations from the frenzied animal fucking next door coursing through the wall into the frame of our bed. “I’ve decided, Cody. You listen to them fuck, and I’ll brush my teeth again later.” With that, she positioned her mouth over my crotch, and lowered her mouth onto my erection, taking me in slowly, teasing me with her lips and satiny tongue.

The woman on the other side of the wall moaned in time to each thrust, each soft bang of their headboard on our shared wall, and I pictured her being filled up the same way I’d filled Liv’s pussy twice already this morning. Her voice, muffled by the walls, was still clear. “Fuck me hard!” My cock still in her mouth, Liv grinned up at me, knowing I was loving the erotic sounds almost as much as her fellatio skills. Her black hair, not yet put up for the day, spilled off her back and shoulders, a gorgeous waterfall surrounding my groin, and I watched her gobble my cock swiftly, her midnight tresses waving with the motion.

Now I heard the man groan. His words were swallowed by the wall, but the intent was clear in the tone. Three syllables I knew very well. “I’m coming!” At the same time the rhythm picked up, rising to a staccato booming through the wall, and her moans came even louder. I imagined our concealed and passionate female wallmate moaning, “Cum inside me, baby…”

Liv bobbed her head in time to the tremors running through our bed, the shared noises of this other couple’s very determined lovemaking. Her eyes were closed, her concentration complete, intent on my enjoying the barely muted sounds of the other couple. My cumshot was ready to erupt at any moment, to fill Liv’s mouth, the way her juices had filled mine minutes earlier.

At that moment, both of their voices rose, their orgasms claiming them. Her voice was loud, passionate, her moans almost drowned out by his masculine yell as he unloaded his cum in her pussy, filling her up the same way I filled Liv when we fucked…

I came, hard, at that instant. Liv’s mouth kept sucking, and I saw thin streams of cum dribble down my shaft from between her lips. The other couple’s climaxes began to wane, and their voices were quieter through the wall, the bed no longer vibrating in sympathy to the pounding her pussy had just joyfully accepted. My balls were quickly emptied but still spasming, eager to pump more cum into my girl’s mouth.

Liv stood and went into the bathroom, returning with a couple of hand towels. She cleaned the last of my cum off my softening shaft and scrubbed lightly at the bits that had gotten into my pubes. She used the second to wipe her lips clean, and then the stream that had run down between her tits when she stood. Both chores done, she lay back down next to me, snuggling close. “That,” she said unnecessarily, “was hot!”

“It was, Liv.” My head was still whirling with the sounds of the other couples’ moans and cries, and the phantom feeling of the shuddering bed and my girl’s matchless cocksucking.

She regarded me playfully. “So, Cody, you ever heard another couple fucking?”

“A couple of times…”

“Did it get you hot? Did you cum?”

“Hot, yes, baby. Came later in the shower. Both times.”

Her grin was broader now, genuinely joyful. “You just came the same time they did. I could hear her screams and his moans at the same time you came in my mouth. So hot, so fucking hot…”

I turned and kissed her, and we opened our mouths, sharing the last traces of her juices and my semen, mingling together on our tongues. We stopped after a couple of passion-filled minutes, and I said, “You ever done that before? Gave a blowjob while listening to another couple fuck?”

“No.” She turned on her side and put one hand on my ass, squeezing lightly. “I thought maybe you and Sheila and her friend might have done something like that.”

“No, Liv, never.” I chuckled. “Five years later, and we’re still doing new stuff together!”

“Cody, I was right that you were going to ruin me for other men…”

“How so, baby?”

She cocked her head to the side, pensively and, considering our orgasms moments earlier, much more seriously than I would have expected. “You don’t mind hearing about my…conquests?”

“No! You knew about mine, and I think they got you a little hot. Horny looks great on you…”

Liv climbed on top of me, straddling me and settling her thick black bush like a blanket over my now-quiescent cock. Settling her breasts on my chest, she folded her arms and rested her chin there. “Okay, then. The first guy was two years after I moved here. I had to get a real live cock inside of me, and thinking of Sheila having you all to herself was very… Went through lots of batteries and three dildoes in those two years, and decided to go out with him. Took all of two dates to coax him back to my house.

“You know how you told me you and Hilda were just comfortable? Well, he and I were comfortable for about three months. He was okay in bed, a fairly attentive listener, and tried really hard to be there for me. The one thing he did for me was pound my pussy regularly. He tried eating me out, once, but he just didn’t do it for me. I sucked his cock once, and he didn’t grab my head and jam it down onto his dick, at least, but it wasn’t the same as it was with you. I did it because I thought he wanted it, not because I wanted to.

“Eventually, we called it quits, mutually. Nice guy, just…”

“…Didn’t do it for you?”

Liv shook her head ruefully. “Didn’t do it for me. All missionary, all the time, no shower sex, no outdoor sex, no skinny dipping. Like having vanilla ice cream all the time. I like ice cream, but I also like other flavors.”

I kissed her. “So, you like all my flavors?”

She giggled. “Cody…yes! You are never boring, always sweet and passionate. I think Hilda liked you more than she let on.”

“Maybe… So who was next?”

“Paul.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “He was pretty wild, loved going down on me, and was pretty good at it. He was a smoker, though.”

“Smoker’s breath?”

“Not just that. He ate a lot of mints, so it wasn’t that apparent on his breath. He loved to eat my pussy, practically insisted on it; that’s always a real turn-on, and he was very good. I sucked his cock a few times, even let him cum in my mouth a couple of times. His jizz tasted…like he smoked is the only way I can describe it. Musty. Wasn’t pleasant, so I only swallowed twice, jacked him off to finish the other times.”

I was honestly a little stunned. Liv had never enjoyed blowjobs before me, and I felt betrayed in an odd way. Then I remembered how many times Sheila had taken my load down her throat, how she would moan while looking into my eyes and swallowing.

Liv must have seen something in my face. She frowned prettily. “Baby, are you really okay with hearing about the other men?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t expect you to do…”

“Everything you and I did? Cody, everything we did was your first time, some of it mine. You didn’t hold back anything with Sheila did you? You still ate Sheila’s pussy and Hilda’s, and Nancy’s?” I nodded, embarrassed that I was so obvious. “Also, you were a virgin, not me, and I already knew how much fun sex is. I’m pretty sure when either one offered to suck your cock, you didn’t say, ‘No, my first girlfriend was so good you might as well not try.’ Right?”

I lifted my head off the pillow and kissed her, and after a moment she responded. When we were done, I looked into her eyes and said, “No, Liv, I just didn’t really think about you having sex again. With other guys…”

Liv giggled. “So, Cody, you show me how wonderful lovemaking can be with the right man, and when we’re apart and you’re getting your fill of blonde pussy, two blonde pussies and a brunette one, and enjoying feeling every drop of cum heading down their throats, I’m supposed to forget all that?” She kissed me back. “How would you have liked it if I told you that you couldn’t fuck anyone after me?”

I exhaled in understanding, not defeat. “You’re right, it’s stupid. I just tried not to think of you while I was with Sheila. You really are my first love, and I didn’t want to be with her and thinking of you. Not fair to either of you.”

“So it’s okay, Cody, that other cars have parked in my garage? Taken me for a spin?” Now she was teasing for real.

“Depends. Did they change your oil and rotate your tires?”

“Fuck! You were always so quick, although”–she shifted her hips, rubbing her pussy on my dick–“other times wonderfully slow…”

“Okay, finish on Paul.”

“We saw each other regularly for about a year. He was kind and loving, and kept me satisfied, and I think I might have been in love with him, smoker’s cum notwithstanding. I know we both said we loved each other. He moved on to another job, I think in Seattle or Portland. We spent the last two weeks before he moved fucking nightly.”

“I did that with Sheila. And Hilda.”

“Now you get it! Cody, it’s okay to miss someone, and I missed you like I never missed any man I loved, ever. I also miss Paul, but if he walked into my office for an interview…”

“…You wouldn’t have gone to his hotel in the middle of the night to sleep with him again?”

She chuckled again. “Well, I might have. And I might even have put syrup on my tits the next morning for him to lap up. It’s been a while, and I’ve been very much not dating.”

“So glad it was me you interviewed, then! Tell me about the other two…”

She made a face. “Third guy was an asshole. Artie. Good in bed, but he neglected to tell me he was still married. I found out when his wife confronted me in the garage at work. She was pissed off and crying and asked me why I was taking him from her and their kids.” Her brows clenched, and she looked just this side of furious. “I told her, honestly, I thought he was divorced, and still wore his ring because he missed her. It’s what he told me, anyway… I broke it off that night.”

“All the way off?” I was trying to be light, but Liv had obviously been deeply hurt by it.

“Baby, he would have deserved it, and it was tempting, but I just told him his wife had come to see me, and he and I were through. I’ve never felt so used in my life. I didn’t date for a year after that, which brings us up to last year.” Fury made her voice shake briefly, and I resolved not to bring up Artie ever again.

Stroking her back, I whispered in her ear. “So, the last one until me? Again?”

Her mood noticeably brightened. “Aren’t you the eager one! Yes, his name is Roger, and we started dating last summer. Another nice guy, but we never fully clicked, never really fell in love. He’s a very good kisser, great in bed, probably enough for the silver medal. We were together for about four months, and about every month or so one of us calls the other, we grab dinner, then go home and grab ass. It’s easy, takes the edge off for both of us, and we don’t have any expectations beyond just sex.”

She sighed. “I can’t tell you how being completely horny all the time can mess with your head.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Liv, not too long ago, I was eighteen, a virgin, and horny as hell. I really understand about how not having sex messes with your head!” I kissed her again, appreciating her being there, lingering naked on top of me. “Not having you was harder than not having sex.”

Liv hugged me tight, her head on my shoulder, shaking a little. “Thank you, Cody.” Her voice was thick with emotion, and my shoulder was suddenly damp while I held her.

I’d planned to get out of bed no later than nine, then ten with Liv there. It was eleven before we climbed out of bed, and back into a shower for two. We took our time, exploring each other with soapy washcloths and tender kisses, before getting out half an hour later and drying each other off.

“Liv, I have to be there around one o’clock for my offer letter, and then I have to read it.”

Standing naked, towel wrapped around her lovely, dark shoulders, Liv smiled knowingly. “But I already know what we’re paying you.” She said a number, and it didn’t quite register. Then it did.

“That’s more than I expected, Liv!” It sounded extravagant, and she whipped the towel over her head and looped it over my shoulders, drawing me close. She couldn’t possibly over-estimate the effect of her naked tits rubbing against me.

“It’s what you’re worth, Cody. You have all the experience I’m looking for in a senior analyst, and you’re starting as a junior analyst, so I’m starting you at the top pay grade for your position.”

“I’d say we should celebrate, but I have to get to your office.”

“Our office, babe.”

“Yeah, I have to turn in all that paperwork I read and signed. So you can offer me top dollar for my skills.”

Liv leaned in for a genteel peck on my cheek. “Some of your skills are off the books, and I’ll be sure to compensate you in kind for those.” The purr in her voice made it clear what she was offering me off the books, and I was very happy to compensate her in kind every chance I had.

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I made it to the office, dressed in the same suit as Thursday, now paired with a blue shirt and mauve power tie. The offer letter was just as she said, and Annette accepted my documents mutely, then set them aside to review later. I signed the offer letter, and her brittle smile made me wonder, only briefly, what else besides paperwork gave her sexual pleasure. I was out of the office in thirty minutes, and would officially start a week from Monday, time enough to go home and pack, then return here in a week to start my new job, and renew things with Liv for real.

I returned to the hotel, and Liv was gone. A notecard said she had some things to do at home, and would return later that night to do incredible things to me naked. The last seven words weren’t explicitly written in her note, but my mind filled in the blanks.

Eight o’clock, there was a knock. Liv was there at the peephole, and she opened her coat to expose her bare, pale breasts and dark nipples at me before I opened the door. Stepping inside, she pushed the door shut and kissed me with only slightly less abandon than the previous night. My arms encircled her under the coat, thrilling to the feel of her naked skin under the heavy fabric. She set her overnight bag down by the door and kissed me with a passion I had missed, even over the space of a few hours.

Temporarily sated, she stepped back, and picked up her bag to load one of my drawers with her things. There was plenty of room, since the wooden ply-board dresser could accommodate, I estimated, a week’s worth of clothes for two. She left her coat on, and I was treated to glimpses of her body as the garment swung open and closed with her movement. She wore the same enticing knee-high stockings and black boots as last night, and in a minute or so, her things were settled.

“So, an overnight bag?” I tried to be breezy about it, but I was a little nervous.

“Sorry I was so long coming back. Jack called from Berkeley, and I couldn’t ignore that call. And Carla…”

“…Called from her college?”

With wry amusement in her eyes, Liv turned to me. “No, she needed cash for the weekend since I’m not going to be at home. I told her no parties, which I think I can trust her not to do, and that I would be back Sunday afternoon. After dropping you at O’Hare for your flight back.”

What? “She…knows you and I are…”

“Not you and I. A gentleman friend is all I told her. She just turned twenty, and knows I spend the night over after my dates, sometimes. Though it’s been a while…” She smiled and leaned in close to embrace me, my fingertips delighting in the renewed feel of my lover’s skin beneath them. “She doesn’t know about us. Nobody does, and I’m not sure she wouldn’t feel some jealousy that her big brother’s best friend is sleeping all naked with her mommy…” Her laugh was delicious and wicked, filled with the promise of more delights to come.

“Now, Cody, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to get some clothes on. We’re going out to dinner, but we’ll come back here for dessert…”

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Dinner was Italian, and so was my dessert in bed, of course. We eventually drifted off to sleep around one a.m., completely spent.

When the alarm went off at seven Saturday morning, I cursed once, mildly, and Liv rolled over, grinning at me. “Oh, Cody, we can do that!” Her pussy was already warm and wet, ready for my hard-on, and she put one thigh over mine, before sliding over me, aligning her pussy with the tip of my cock. “You feel ready, baby…” Her voice was as lustful and dripping with promise as before, as always, and she didn’t wait for my answer, which she already knew.

Lifting her leg slightly, Liv slid my dick over her slit several times to lubricate it, finally slipping it inside her with a sigh. We went slowly, building up the momentum as she rocked on my erection. “I missed you so much, Cody. Missed…this. All of it.”

My hands were in their accustomed places on her hips, helping her rock back and forth with me inside the wonderful warmth I’d missed over the years. As always, her scent filled the room, and I was whisked back to the first time we’d done this position, that first languorous cum-drenched summer. My orgasm came swiftly, pumping my girl full of my cum. At the first spurt, she smiled and arched her back, just feeling me fill her up. Then she leaned down on top of me.

“That was a great way to start the day.”

“You didn’t cum, babe…”

“Don’t have to. When you cum I’m happy. Just like when I cum, you’re happy. We happen to be perfectly matched, Cody.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

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10/19/1985

We spent most of Saturday looking at apartments and condos for me to rent. I finally chose one that was in my price range, about six blocks from the office. It would mean not needing to have a car, and I could use public transit during inclement weather, when I wasn’t riding with, or just riding, Liv.

The fourth apartment was the one. Liv and I let ourselves in with a key from downstairs, under the approving eye of the rental agent, a guy somewhere between his forties and sixties. I could feel his eyes on Olivia’s pert backside as we walked over to the elevator. I had expected the old-fashioned kind with the hinged cage on the front; the building was pretty old. The renovations had updated it, along with the carpeted hallways, fresh paint on the doors, and the shiny, scrolled numbers on the apartment door, a refreshing and bright silver.

I opened the door, and was greeted by the smell and feel of thick new carpet. It was off-white, probably wheat or ivory, and ran through the entire floor plan, except for the kitchen, bathroom and guest toilet by the front room. The washer and dryer were new, and didn’t wobble when I pushed on them; no banging there, unless we were banging on top of them.

The bathroom was a decent size, no tub, but a shower large enough for two, easily. Liv grinned when she saw me thinking about the shower. “There’s even a bench, babe…” I kissed her impulsively, and went out into the living room again. No balcony, but instead there were floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of downtown from the eighth floor. The bedroom was big enough for a king bed, although a queen would certainly leave enough room for our sexual acrobatics.

“So, is this the one, Cody?” Liv was behind me while I admired the view of the street below.

“Yes, this is perfect, Liv.”

She chuckled lustfully. “Then let’s break it in…” I turned around and saw she had undressed, her clothes neatly stacked on the new rug by the bedroom. My overcoat and coat and all the rest of what I wore flew off under her eager fingers, and I was naked too. She laid a towel on the ground and placed her rear end on it. “There were clean kitchen towels left behind, so I grabbed a couple.” Lying back, she spread her legs and smiled up at me.