“I…I’m so sorry,” he stammered.
Christina seemed flushed as well and she wouldn’t make eye contact with him.
“It’s…fine,” she told him. She reached for a post-it pad and pen off of his desk and quickly jotted down the website for the restaurant and her usual order along with his father’s favorite food. “Whenever you’re ready to order, you can just go ahead.”
Feeling incredibly awkward, Declan just looked away and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds great.” He paused and glanced in her direction, unable to keep his eyes from quickly glancing at her body. “Could we not tell my dad about this?” he asked weakly.
Christina then turned to him with a dazzling smile. “It can be our little secret. It’s nothing to be ashamed of anyway,” she assured him before excusing herself and exiting the room. Something about her smile had caused Declan’s erection to throb and once she’d left and closed the door he couldn’t help undoing his pants again.
This time, he didn’t play the video – he pictured Christina herself on her hands and knees in front of him while he slid inside of her. His hand slid up and down his length, imagining what she would feel like wrapped around his cock. It only took moments for him to come, making a mess on his own hand. Feeling slightly ashamed, he quickly cleaned himself up and changed out of his clothes into something clean. After getting ahold of himself, he placed an order for the food and decided that maybe he should just read a book and keep himself from getting into anymore trouble.
About an hour later, Declan heard the doorbell ring. Walking out of his room, he could hear Christina at the door paying the delivery man for their food. He decided to meet her in the kitchen. It was only when she placed the food down that he realized how upset she looked.
“Christina?” he questioned.
“Dinner’s here,” she told him, plastering on a sweet smile.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.
“Your father won’t be able to join us. Apparently he won’t be back until January 3rd.”
Declan couldn’t help but be angry at his father for not only failing to come home in time to see him for the first time in months, but leaving his new wife hanging until the last minute only to disappoint her.
“Dad’s always had a bit of time separating himself from the job, I’m sure that he’d rather be here,” he assured her.
Christina just nodded, moving to set the table for the two of them to eat. As she reached up into one of the cabinets to pull out two plates, he watched the way the skirt she was wearing lifted slightly, exposing her creamy thighs. “Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll have everything out in a moment,” she told him.
Declan sat down, waiting patiently while Christina set the table. He did his best not to stare at her, but when she brought the food over and placed his order in front of him, he was given a perfect view down her dress at her ample cleavage. He felt his erection stir again and tried to think of the least appealing things possible to try to curb his arousal.
The two of them made companionable conversation during dinner, mainly because Declan felt badly that his father had upset her so much and he also hoped to avoid any awkward silences that would remind them what she’d walked in on earlier. Midway through dinner, Christina even opened a bottle of wine and poured him a glass, jokingly telling him that they simply wouldn’t tell his father. The more he spoke to her, the more he liked talking to her though. She’d been in sales before marrying his father and now that she was a stay-at-home wife, she often found herself rather bored. She’d been raised in San Francisco and enjoyed playing tennis – which is how she’d met his father while playing tennis at the club.
“I was a bit nervous about meeting you, actually,” she admitted to him. “I know your father and I got married very quickly and I was really upset that you weren’t able to make the ceremony. I figured that you must hate me.”
Declan had to admit that he had been angry when his father had quickly gotten married, but after sitting with her he knew that he couldn’t possibly hate her. He shook his head at her. “It was a shock to hear that he was getting married so quickly, but I can’t blame him for wanting to marry you.”
Christina chuckled softly and smiled at him.
“I don’t want you to think that just because I’m married to your father that I’m trying to be a mother to you. I know you’re very close with your mom and I wouldn’t ever dream of trying to compete. I just hope that we can be – I don’t know – friends?” she suggested sheepishly.
Declan smiled at her, nodding. “I’d like that,” he told her.
Despite the fact that she was so warm and friendly, Declan couldn’t help but eye her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. The truth was that Declan had never been attracted to older women before, but the longer he spent time with Christina the more attracted to her he became. He tried to fight off the feelings as best he could, but whenever she would lick her lips or lean in to talk to him, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch her.
When the meal ended, Declan offered to clean up the table. As he rinsed the dishes to put them in the dishwasher he heard her sniffle behind him. Drying his hands, he walked over to his distraught stepmother, kneeling in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I was just looking forward to getting to spend time with you and your father and the fact that he didn’t even let me know he wouldn’t be home until the last minute just makes me feel as though he hardly cares.”
Declan placed his hand on her arm, rubbing it comfortingly. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that he did this. But I like spending time with you, if that helps at all,” he told her, trying to make her feel better.
“You’re so sweet,” she replied. She looked at him through long eyelashes for a moment before looking away. “Your girlfriend must be very lucky.”
Declan shook his head. “No girlfriend.”
Christina smiled, nodding at him. “Well, that’s good. While you’re in college, you should play the field a bit – have a bit of fun without being tied down.”
“I haven’t really had time to do that either – between classes and my part-time job on campus.”
“So no girls?” Christina asked, her lips pursing. “That’s a surprise, I bet there’s a line of girls just waiting for a guy like you to notice them.” The way she’d said it, almost coyly flirting with him, caused heat to rise in Declan’s body. He stood up, chuckling at her and muttering a thank you. A moment of silence passed between them before Christina poured the remaining wine from the bottle into her glass.
“Want to watch a movie?” she suggested suddenly.
Declan nodded and, after clearing the rest of the table, went into the living room with her so that she could select a movie on Netflix. They settled on some buddy cop comedy, nothing serious, and the two of them made easy conversation about the movie while she continued to drink her wine.
He couldn’t help but notice that, considering the large sofa in the living room, she was sitting awfully close to him. About an hour into the movie, he almost jumped out of his skin when her hand rested on his thigh. He looked at her, but her eyes were still trained on the screen as if she hadn’t done it and he wondered if it was because she was used to sitting with his father on the couch and she’d done it out of habit.
About ten minutes later, her hand began rubbing his thigh and he swallowed thickly as her petite hand made its way further up towards his growing arousal. He knew that he probably should have said something or even tried to stop her, but when her hand cupped the bulge in his jeans and she still didn’t even spare him a look – he was too caught up in the moment to try and stop her.
She massaged him through his jeans for a few moments before finally turning to him, shifting on the couch to nuzzle into his neck.
“Christina…” he said slowly. There was no way of pretending that she wasn’t completely aware of her actions now.
“Shhhhh,” she told him as her tongue flicked
out against his earlobe. “You know, Declan, a boy like you should be beating the girl’s off with a stick. What’s stopping you?”
Declan swallowed thickly. He couldn’t believe that she was actually asking him questions as she fondled him through his pants. He was pretty sure his brain was short-circuiting. “Well, I guess that I haven’t really found the right girl yet and even when I do meet someone I like it’s a bit intimidating because I’ve never…” he trailed off.
Christina’s hand stilled for a moment and she looked up at him with wide green eyes. “Declan, have you never been with a woman before?”
He shook his head.
“Have you kissed a girl before? I mean really kissed one?”
Again, he shook his head.
Christina made a soft tsking noise before her hand left his crotch and moved to the side of his face, turning him to look at her before she tilted her chin up and kissed him fully on the mouth. For a moment, Declan froze, but the pent up desire he’d been feeling for the woman next to him took over quickly and he kissed her back with fervor. Her lips parted for him and he slipped his tongue inside, exploring her mouth and causing her to moan as his own arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. He was moving on pure instinct but she quickly took control, wordlessly showing him how to control the pace and what it was she liked when being kissed. He pulled away from her a moment later, breathless and wide eyed.
“Wow…” he said dumbly.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Positive. What are…” he started but she silenced him with a quick kiss.
“I just think that if lack of experience is what’s holding you back then all you really need is practice,” she told him matter-of-factly. “And as your friend, I think that I can probably help. We are friends, after all, aren’t we?”
Declan bobbed his head eagerly in agreement with her, causing her to tilt her head back and let out a throaty laugh.
“So, tell me, Declan,” she said slowly, her hand stroking him through his pants again. “Were you thinking of me earlier?”
Declan froze. Despite this new situation he found himself in, he was still embarrassed to admit that earlier he’d been thinking of his stepmother while masturbating. When he stayed quiet for a moment, she massaged him a bit harder through his pants.
“It’s okay, you can tell me the truth.”
“…Yes,” he finally admitted. “I was thinking of you.”
“And what were you thinking about doing to me, Declan?”
Her small hands moved towards the button of his jeans, deftly undoing them. Declan lifted his hips, allowing her to carefully draw his pants and boxers down. His long thick cock, now painfully erect, sprang free. Christina’s eyes went wide before her hand reached to wrap around it.
“You’re big,” she marveled at him, slipping off of the couch to kneel in front of him. “I would have thought that based on your father…” she trailed off and Declan felt a mix of pride at her compliment and shame at being reminded that this was his father’s wife. Still, there was a small part of Declan that thought that his father might have deserved it – a bit of bitterness over his dad’s sudden marriage to the woman kneeling in front of him still lingering.
Declan’s eyes screwed shut as her soft hand stroked over his manhood.
“Is this what you were thinking of earlier?” she asked gently.
Declan thought that he was about to wake up any moment from a fantastic dream. When she bent down and ran her tongue along him from base to tip, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Christina seemed elated by the reactions she was able to elicit from him and smirked at him before leaning in to wrap her magnificent full lips around his aching arousal.
He had heard his friends talk about their girlfriends going down on them before but the descriptions didn’t compare to the actual sensation. Additionally, he’d gotten the distinct impression that Christina had much more experience than the girls his friends dated. Her tongue traced patterns along his shaft as she developed an easy rhythm, taking more of him into her mouth. He was surprised when her lips wrapped around him at the root, causing her to gag slightly around him before she pulled back up. The expression on her face was one that resembled pride and he couldn’t help but find that sexy.
Christina licked her lips and went back to focusing on pleasing him, her lips wrapped back around him and this time she bobbed her head with fervor. Declan couldn’t help but reach down for her hair, gathering it up behind her head. He watched her with fascination, observing the way her lips stretched around him. When she took him deep in her throat again, he grunted and inadvertently tugged.
Christina only moaned around him when he pulled her hair, the vibration of the sound around him causing him to shudder. Realizing that she didn’t mind the roughness, he tentatively put more pressure on the back of her head, adjusting her tempo – when she didn’t fight him on it, he took a bit more liberty with controlling the pace.
Declan’s fingers tightened against her scalp and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. Despite getting himself off before dinner, he knew that being touched by a woman for the first time – especially by one so adept – only made him a ticking time bomb. Again, recalling stories from his friends about their girlfriends, he had the foresight to warn her.
“Christina, I think I’m gonna-”
He trailed off when Christina looked up at him, her lips still wrapped tightly against his shaft. It seemed obvious that she had no intention of pulling away and when that realization struck him, he lost all restraint. His hips lifted off of the sofa slightly and he tightened his grip on the back of her head, thrusting past her lips with abandon before he finally spilled his seed inside of mouth. To her credit, she swallowed every drop and used her tongue to clean him as she slowly and almost reluctantly pulled away.
Declan practically melted into the sofa, trying to catch his breath as his brain worked to figure out what had happened. Silently, Christina stood up, leaned over and kissed him on the lips before telling him goodnight and walking away. She left him there feeling spent and shocked at what had just transpired.
A few moments passed before he finally stood up, pulling up his pants up and walking in a haze back towards his bedroom.
Later that night, as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, Declan pondered exactly what had gone on with Christina. He tried to convince himself that they’d both had too much wine and had both been hurt by his father and so they’d acted out and it wouldn’t happen again. However the idea of it being a one time thing also upset him. He thought about how good her mouth had felt wrapped around him and thought about her luscious breasts and just how much he wanted to return the favor. Granted, he’d never done anything like that with a woman before, but what he lacked in experience he was certain he could make up for with enthusiasm. Her sultry moans around his cock earlier made him wonder how loud she would be if he fucked her.
As his erection rose just from thinking about it, he rationed with himself that – as much as he wanted to – he couldn’t just go into her room. Instead, he reached beneath his sheets to grip himself tightly, his mind trying to come up with a plan to get Christina in bed again. For all he knew, she would need some convincing – what if she already regretted what had happened? But on the off chance that she was thinking the same thing as him, he suddenly had a very good idea on how to ring in the New Year. When he came again, her name spilled from his lips and he drifted to sleep shortly after cleaning himself up – exhausted, spent and hopeful for the next evening.
When Declan woke, it was already 10:30 in the morning and he figured that travelling the day before as well as the night’s activities had left him more exhausted than normal – since he was normally an early riser. Pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, he decided against looking for a shirt as he went to wash up and to search the kitchen for breakfast. He called out for Christina, but there was no sign of her.
He spotted a post-it on the counter though: Went to the store. Be back around noon. XO-C
Memories of the night before flooded back and aroused him, he hoped that she didn’t regret things to the point that she would avoid him for the rest of his stay now – but if the note were any indication things were fine.
He briefly remembered his neighbor’s invitation the day before to “find her at midnight” but found himself comparing Jessie’s figure to Christina’s. Sure, Jessie was pretty, but she lacked Christina’s curves and sensuality. This comparison only assured him that his plan for the evening was the right decision.
The rest of the day went by quickly and when Christina returned from the store and asked him what he wanted to do, he suggested just spending the night in having a quiet dinner and she was more than happy to agree, sparking a hope in Declan that things would work in his favor.
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