"Ya khochu vzyat' tebya domoy i zanimat'sya s toboy seksom."
Sharon almost broke character and giggled. "Svetlana says you look like a nice American boy."
"I . . . uh, it's nice to meet you."
"Chto on stesnyayetsya segodnya vecherom," Sharon made it look like she was translating for Jason to those around them. Many of the guys had sauntered off, seeing that "Svetlana's" attention had settled on someone else.
"Da. Ya vizhu, chto." "Svetlana" smiled sweetly. "Davayte razdevat' yego."
"You're killing me," Sharon snickered under her breath. "Svetlana would like to know if you would like to have a drink with us."
"Um . . . I'd love to."
Janie slipped her arm into Jason's and they made their way to the relative privacy of a booth on the far side of the room.
"So, uh, what's this about?" Jason was confused. He had a fake ID, but drinking probably wasn't a good idea under the circumstances. Especially since it looked like Janie wasn't on her first glass and he was driving.
"I think she just wanted to mess with some frat guys," Sharon said a few words to "Svetlana", who answered in turn. "See those ATO guys over there. One of them came on to her really strong. She led him on for a while and got him to buy her a couple of drinks."
Janie smiled innocently.
"What story did you concoct for this?" Jason jumped slightly as Janie's hand snaked its way up his thigh.
"She's a graduate student from Russia," Sharon waved one of the servers over and ordered a couple of appetizers, plus drinks for herself and Janie. Jason stuck with a Coke. "Out looking to have a good time with some young American college boys."
"So . . . you . . . uh, you know, huh?"
Sharon snorted dismissively. "You two were making eyes at each other all last week. The only way you could have been more obvious was if you kissed her in the middle of the Thursday night class. Besides, I thought I saw her giving you a handjob in bed the other night, so I called her on it. And you're both bad at lying and deception."
"Vy nakhodites' gryaznoy sukoy," Svetlana said, her tone somewhere between mocking and a taunt.
The two women laughed.
"So what language are you using to talk about me?"
"I learned Russian in the Air Force and spent three years in Germany listening to Russian military radio broadcasts," Sharon replied, making room for the drinks and light appetizers which just arrived. "I understand it and can read better than I can speak it. Svetlana over there is almost native-speaker level fluent."
Jason's eyebrow shot up. Svetlana said something.
"She'll tell you about it later." They sat around the table, making small talk, munching on the food, Sharon pretending to translate for Svetlana, Jason trying to figure out what was going on. "She says now you need to dance with her. She wants all of these other assholes to be jealous of you."
Without another word, Svetlana took him by the hand and led him over to the small dance floor in the middle of the bar.
Janie made a big show out of running her hands all over him. Jason glanced around nervously and saw the looks of the other men in the bar. Most were somewhere between oogling and envy, but none made any move to cut in or disrupt them.
Just to see how she'd react, Jason reached around and cupped her perfect rear end. She let out a surprised—but delighted—yelp.
Her lips sucked on his ear lobe. "Davayte idti yebut."
Even though he didn't speak a lick of Russian, Jason knew what it meant.
The room fell silent when Janie pulled back, wrapped her arms around his neck and then stuck her tongue down Jason's throat. He staggered back a step, then blushed a bright shade of red. His ears burned with embarrassment and lust. Still, Jason didn't pull away, and kissed her hard, in full view of everyone in the bar.
After a moment, Janie released him with a wink.
His arm still around her waist, Jason led Janie back to the table where Sharon watched them with a grin.
"I think someone's ready to go," Sharon's eyes danced with amusement. And a touch of envy.
Janie reached into her purse and left some cash on the table.
The three of them got up and left. All the while, Jason was aware that every guy in the place was watching the swaying rear end of the hottest MILF around.
That's right, motherfuckers, Jason thought to himself, his shit-eating grin from ear to ear. She's leaving with me.
They walked over to Sharon's car and Janie retrieved a duffel bag out of the trunk.
"Thank you for doing this for me," Janie said, reverting back to English now that she was out of earshot of anyone inside.
"You're welcome," Sharon replied.
"Just please . . . please, don't tell anyone about us. Not yet."
"I won't," the other woman replied. "But like I said before, you two are bad at keeping secrets."
They got in Jason's car. He felt bad for making her ride around in his old used Corolla. It was a far cry from the new fully-loaded minivan she drove.
"Are your friends home?" Janie wrapped herself around Jason's arm as he started the engine.
"Probably," Jason replied.
"Let's go there."
"Your place is nicer."
"I just want to see what it's like to get picked up by a college guy," Janie laughed.
"Okay, I . . . uh, I guess."
As he drove, Janie ran her hands all over him, eventually settling on the bulge in his pants. At a red light, she stuck her tongue in his ear. "You're going to fuck my brains out with this thing tonight, sweetheart."
When they pulled into Cody and Heather's apartment complex, Jason saw the lights in the main room were out, but there was a soft light on in the big bedroom. They were probably there.
And fucking.
Jason let himself in with the spare key, and as soon as they were through the door, Janie was all over him.
She tasted of wine and desire.
Through the thin walls, music was playing. And something was bumping rhythmically against the wall.
That only seemed to egg Janie on.
"Let's go put them to shame," she whispered in his ear.
Janie tugged at his shirt as he pushed her into the back bedroom. She dropped her duffel bag on the floor and slammed the door shut.
It became a race to see which of them could undress the other first.
The winner was Janie, because her jeans were so tight, she had to wiggle herself out of them. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, suckling on her nipples and stroking his cock at the same time.
Finally naked, she pushed Jason back on the bed, and then mounted him without further foreplay. Not that either of them needed more preparation.
He slipped into her easily and she bottomed out in one stroke.
Her hair had fallen over her face, but Jason could still see her eyes blazing with lust. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands. She leaned forward, steadying herself.
Janie's hips gyrated in a steady rhythm, slowly picking up speed.
"Fuck, you feel good," she moaned.
Jason felt like his cock was on fire.
Did you like watching me tease all of those other guys?" Janie asked. "Did you see the way they were looking at me?"
"I did, 'Svetlana'," Jason smiled.
"And I wanted them all to know what a dirty slut I am for you."
"How dirty are you?"
She took his hands from her breasts and placed them on her moving hips. Then Janie leaned forward and pulled Jason's face into her chest.
Her nails dug into his scalp as his teeth raked her nipples.
"You'll just have to wait and find that out, young man." Her voice was a throaty growl. "But I'm all yours. Whatever you want from me."
Janie sat back. Jason's eyes widened at the sight of his lover. Sitting astride him in all of her naked glory.
Her breasts showed a little bit of sag, but for a mother of two, they were surprisingly pert. Her pussy was freshly shaved.
Her nipples traced circles in the air as she rode him. Jason was hypnotized by her breasts.
With one hand, Janie reached down between her legs and she began to stroke her clit in time with her gyrations.
"Fuck me, Jason!" Janie shouted, her hips moving even faster. "Oh, god . . . oh, god! I'm . . . I'm about to cum!"
She clenched her teeth.
The bed was squeaking.
The headboard bumped against the wall.
Jason felt her pussy contract around him and then she flooded with warmth.
"I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!"
Janie's body began to convulse and she collapsed into his arms. She continued to moan, as Jason took over, thrusting his cock up inside her.
"Oh, Jason," she whispered, her voice faint.
Without warning, Jason lifted her up and flipped Janie on to her back, his cock still rock-hard, never leaving the confines of her steaming-hot pussy.
Raising her legs, Jason hooked his elbows into her knees and then began to jackhammer his cock into the woman of his dreams.
"I'm still cumming!" Janie wailed, her voice delirious with pleasure.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her pussy was slick with excitement and he hit bottom with each stroke.
Jason clenched his teeth, trying to hold back his impending orgasm.
"Cum in me!" his lover gasped. Her arms flailed around the bed, grasping at the pillows and sheets.
With one final thrust, Jason buried his cock inside her. His toes began to tingle.
"I'm cumming!" he gasped. He never stopped moving. Never stopped fucking.
"Cum with me!" Janie's eyes rolled back into her head as Jason's body went limp.
Their breathing laboured, the pair lay in one another's arms.
"Damn, you're good," Janie kissed him behind the ear.
Jason only groaned in reply.
"Can you do it again, lover?" Her hands ran up and down his back. "Can you get that big cock hard for me again? Then fuck me again?"
His cock twitched.
"I've missed you," she whispered. "I've missed having you in my bed . . . and in my arms . . . and in my tight little cunt."
Ever so slowly, Janie began to grind her hips, trying to bring him back to life.
"I think someone likes it when I talk dirty, don't they? Do you like it when I say things like 'tits' and 'cunt' and 'fuck me'? I think you do."
Jason began to match her move for move, their hips grinding together.
"Can you feel what a mess you've made inside me? I've soaked this bed, Jason. That's it . . . fuck me again with your big, fat cock. . . . Now reach under me and play with my ass . . . maybe one day I'll let you fuck me back there—OH! Maybe I shouldn't promise you that . . ."
He pulled back for just a second to look her in the eyes.
Even in the soft light that shone in from behind the cheap blinds, Janie's big blue orbs twinkled with mischief.
"I'm going to fuck you every day of my life."
"Promise?"
"You're goddamn right."
She reached up and caressed his cheek. Her gaze softened, the earlier playfulness gone.
"Promise me something else," she said softly.
"Anything."
"Promise you'll never leave me."
"Janie . . . I—"
"You don't have to mean it; I'll never hold you to a promise you make in bed."
"I will never make a promise that I won't keep" He leaned in and kissed her gently. "And I promise, with God as my witness, that I will never leave you."
"Oh, Jason," she pulled him down into her arms. It took him a second to realise that she was crying.
He didn't say anything, instead just pulling his lover closer to him.
Without another word, Janie wiped the tears from her eyes, then smiled weakly up at him. "You know just what to say."
"I mean it," he said gently. His hips still moving ever so slightly.
"We'll talk about it later," Janie promised. She closed her eyes for a second, then willed away whatever other tension or stress that was going on in her brain. "Now get back to fucking me. I want your friends to know that you picked up a screamer."
* * *
He jerked awake at the alarm. Janie lifted her head off his shoulder and reached across him for her phone on the nightstand.
It was 6:30.
She flipped the alarm off and the cuddled up to him.
Her hair smelled sweet to him. Her touch was warm.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said softly.
"Good morning, Svetlana," Jason grinned.
"Could this bed be any smaller?"
"I told you your place was nicer."
"Yeah, but it's cozy . . . in a dumpy, college student kind of way."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"It reminds me of my first apartment, although this room is a lot more girly than mine was."
"That's because Heather keeps it this way in case her parents show up. Her mom thinks she and Cody are just sharing rent."
Janie snorted. "Whatever she has to tell herself, I guess."
The pair lay there for as Janie ran her hands across Jason's chest. He savoured the feeling of her body pressed against his.
"I want you to come over after work today," she whispered.
"I'm working late tonight," he said.
"That's okay," Janie took his hand and began to suck on his fingertips. "I just don't want to wake up alone tomorrow."
Her hand roamed down his body to his cock, which hardened in her grasp.
"That feels so good," Jason gasped when she squeezed his cockhead.
"Mmm, I know," she rolled over on her back and spread her legs.
Jason entered her pussy, which was still slick from the night before.
"When you go to school and work today, I want you to think about all the cum I have inside me." Janie arched her back so she could take as much of Jason's length insider as she could. "All of your cum. And how it's going to be leaking out of me all day long."
One hand reached under her and cupped her rear end. The other caressed one of her breasts, its nipple a sharp little point on the end.
"Now, let's wake up the neighbours."
* * *
After their morning love-making, Jason and Janie dressed and he drove her back to her house. She went to work and he went to school.
The day dragged on for him. His classes were in the morning, and he got most of his homework and reading done in between English Comp and Biology. He finished what was left at the rec center, and then went to his second job at the Outback.
Cody sent him several texts and messages throughout the day, mostly of the "high-five" variety, including one picture of the rumpled bed and the wet spot he and Janie had left.
Jason just smiled and played along, not wanting to let his friend in on the relationship he had with an older woman. Plus, a part of him wanted to draw the reveal out for as long as he could. Janie was not only his first lover, but his first real relationship.
He was shy and timid in school. When other kids were going out to football games and dances, he was often working a fast food part-time job, or at taekwondo class.
After work, Jason pulled into Janie's driveway. The garage door was up and he parked next her to her minivan. He put the door down and retrieved a soft-sided bag out of the car trunk. It was the luggage he lived out of when he was staying at Cody and Heather's place.
Most of the lights were out in the house, but the lights in the back bedroom were on. The scent of vanilla candles filled the air.
Janie was waiting for him, wearing a soft, full-length terrycloth robe. "You look beat."
All Jason could do was smile weakly.
"Get undressed." Janie turned and dropped her robe. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Leading him back to th
e master bathroom, she turned the hot water on in the giant jacuzzi tub, which was already half full. His eyes lingered on her perfect backside.
Jason left a pile of his dirty work clothes in corner and took Janie's hand as she stepped into the tub.
He leaned back into her arms as the water washed over them. Her breasts were pressed flat against his back.
She wrapped her legs around him and kissed his neck tenderly.
Without words, Janie washed dirt and grease and grime away. She massaged his sore muscles.
He tried to touch her, but she brushed his hands away.
When she was done, they sat in the tub, each content to be in the arms of the other.
Finally, Janie opened the drain and they stood, then dried each other off.
Jason went to his bag to retrieve a shirt and boxer shorts, but Janie stayed his hand. She blew out the candles and turned down the sheets.
Still naked, they curled up in her king-sized bed, with its memory foam mattress and plush down comforter.
"Will you stay with me?" Janie whispered.
"For how long?"
"I don't know," she said wistfully. "Tomorrow . . . this week . . . forever . . ."
Jason lay there for a long time, with Janie's head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"What . . . last night . . . what did you mean about not leaving you?"
Janie didn't speak for a long time. She ran her hand up and down his arm.
Her voice quivered. "My husband left me. I was in love with him. We went to high school together. He promised me the moon . . . and for a while, it was perfect."
Jason dared not speak as her voice trailed off.
"But then . . . then six years ago . . . he decided he didn't want to be married any more. He found some young thing and left me for that little cunt." Janie's body began to shake. "I know that this is me being needy and clingy, but . . . but I . . ."
Janie took a deep breath.
"It's not right for me to dump all of this on you," she sighed. "Or make you pay for my ex-husband's mistakes."
Jason took her hand in his. He kissed each of her fingers gently. "I'll never leave you."
"I believe you," Janie pulled her lover close to her. She was shaking. "But what happens when you get tired of me? Life isn't all passion and romance. You're still in college . . . and I'm an old mother of two . . ."
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