Mrs. Jones' Secret Life (9 page)

They put
their clothes on, embraced, kissed tenderly, and then walked out of the bedroom. Once in the central gathering area, he stopped and turned toward her.

“Thank you Samantha, thank you for giving yourself to me, I loved it.
It felt so incredibly good, but the thing that means the most, at least to me, is the emotional satisfaction and the closeness that I now feel toward you. Please tell me, I know that I shouldn’t ask, but I have to know. Is this going to be our only time together?” he asked, with questioning eyes, a little fearful of her response.

“Nicholas
, why would I go through all of the stress of making a very difficult decision about us if I were only going to fuck you once?” she said, as she reached up to kiss him again.

“Oh
, thank God, I couldn’t imagine having to give you up now. It would be torture,” he smiled. While they walked down the gathering area toward the stairs, he asked, “Why are all of the doors open up here except that one? Is it a closet?”

“No
, it’s a bedroom, but I use it for storage. I use it for things that I don’t use every day. When I’m doing research for a project, I usually keep the stuff I need for my research in there, so it doesn’t clutter up the rest of the house,” she offered, suddenly hoping that he didn’t ask what kind of research.

They walked down
stairs arm in arm and on their way to the kitchen, she stopped by the wine room and picked up a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. What would you like to drink Nicholas?”

“Wine
,” he replied.

“I would be leadin
g to the delinquency of a minor. I know, I can legally fuck you, but I can’t give you a glass of wine,” she complained. “How fucked up is that?” she added.

“I know
, that sucks doesn’t it. However, I have to tell you that if I had I had to choose between wine or sex with you, the wine would have to go.” He laughed.

“Nicholas, like the lady in your book said, ‘Do your parents know you drink?’ Nicholas,” she smiled.

“Like the guy in my book answered, ‘I drink wine and beer with my parents at home, occasionally,’ Samantha,” he grinned.

“I’ll t
ell you what, I’ll pour a glass for myself, and then after I take a sip, and I won’t notice what happens to it after that,” she laughed.

“I can deal with that.”

“How does fresh red snapper, rice pilaf and a nice salad sound?” she asked, with a look of eager anticipation.

“Fanta
stic, Samantha, you know I help my mom in the kitchen, especially on the weekends. I know a lot of recipes by heart, and I usually make homemade bread when we have it.”

“That’s good to know.
What do you think your mother would say about our relationship?”

“I would never tell her because there is alway
s the chance that she might slip it to one of her friends, and we can’t take that risk. Having said that, however, I think, in all honesty, she would be okay with it. She knows I’ve had sex and just wants me to be responsible and use protection.

“And we didn’t, did we
, Nicholas? I don’t have anything that you wouldn’t want, and I can’t get pregnant. But you can use protection with me if you want.”

“Are you kidding
, I never want to use it again? That was the first time that I’ve had sex without a condom, and I had a hard time not coming too soon because you felt so good. Hey, what about my grade?” he asked, with a chuckle. “I turned in your A+ this morning,” she smiled, as she took a sip of her wine and handed the glass to him, not thinking.

“What do you think you are going to study in
college, Nicholas?”

“
I don’t really know yet. How much did you really like my story?”

“I think that you write better than most of the erotic writers already out there, so I think that you could sell you
r work if you really wanted to. Your story got me so turned on that I had to relieve myself right after I read it. That’s what erotic writing is all about, getting your erotic juices flowing, and you certainly did that for me. Do you want to help me fix dinner?”

“Sure, I would love to.
All you have to do is tell me what you want me to do,” he smiled. She showed him where all of the salad makings were and asked if he would cut them up and toss their salad. She began fixing the red snapper, which was to be sautéed in butter with garlic and capers. The pilaf was prepared by browning the rice in olive oil along with some onion, celery, spices, especially cayenne, and then adding broth, a little white wine, and simmer.

“This is
nice; it’s been a long time since I’ve had a man to cook for.”

They prepared their dinner and ate in her formal dining room.
“This is the first time I’ve eaten in here since my husband was killed.”

“I’m sorry
, Samantha. Would you rather we eat in the kitchen?”

“No, I am happ
y to be in here again. I’ve always thought that this room was so elegant and comfortable. I just hadn’t wanted to dine in here until today, and I couldn’t be more pleased. I don’t know how long you will want to be with me, Nicholas, but I’ve decided that, at my age, I need to grasp what joy I can in my life,” she sighed.

“I have a confession
to make, Samantha.”

“What’s tha
,t Nicholas?” she asked. At first, she thought that perhaps it was something dreadful, but then her common sense returned, and she knew that Nicholas would not keep something important from her.

“First, why don’t you call me Nick?”

“Because your name is much too beautiful, to simply reduce it to Nick.”

“That’s why I call you Samantha.
You are too beautiful a woman for me, or anyone else for that matter, to simply call you Sam,” he said sincerely.

Samantha sounds so southern, so
regal, and so elegant, and it suits you. You are regal and elegant. It’s just the way you are.”

“Nicholas
, one thing is for sure, you are going to be good for my ego,” she said, laughing. “Now what about that confession you were going to give me?”

“Oh
, yes, well this may seem a little outrageous but I’ve dreamed about being your lover for a long time now. It really did start about two years ago, but I knew that it was never going to be because of whom you were and the fact that I had nothing to offer you. I knew that you lived alone, and I didn’t think that you dated because I never saw you with anyone. Therefore, I knew that there must be a void in your life, and that you must be lonely, at least on some level.

I devised a plan so that I
could tell you how deeply I cared for you, and that I wanted to be your secret lover. However, I didn’t want to risk a direct face-to-face confrontation, right out of the clear blue sky, which I knew you would reject outright. That’s when I decided to put my true feelings for you on paper, and try to talk you into letting me turn it in as my final manuscript. I knew that you didn’t have any idea that I was going to write about us, but it was a chance that I was willing to take.

I wanted you to understand that I knew what your concerns would be and that you could trust me with anything.
Samantha whenever I thought about dating one of the girls in my class, or choose a steady lover, my thoughts always came back to you. I knew that I wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone except you,” he admitted.

“I
must admit that not many guys your age would have had to guts to do what you did or even think it through. You were right. If you would have confronted me outright, I would have refused you out of fear even if I were intrigued,” she admitted.

“Samantha
, I don’t want to have sex with you just a few times. I want to be your lover; your long time lover, your permanent lover, and I won’t cheat on you, just as I said in my story.”

“Nicholas
, would you come over here, and kiss me please?” she said in a sweet, emotional voice.

He rose, walked to her, leaned
down, and gently kissed her moistened, parted lips moaning with his desire for her. She stood up pressing the length of her body into him as they continued their tender kiss.

“I know that this is not fair, but I wish that you could spend the night with me.”

“I can if you want me to. All I have to do is call mom, and tell her that I had a couple glasses of wine and don’t feel comfortable driving home,” he advised. “She trusts me to make the right decisions, and she will be glad that I’m staying.”

He called his mom and everything was fine as he said that he
would be home sometime the next morning. He helped her clean up the table, and put the dishes in the washer. She poured them another glass of wine and led him back upstairs to her bedroom. She placed her glass of wine on the side table, turned around facing him, and slowly undressed.

He watched her as she slid one piece of clothing after the other off on to the floor and then slid between the sheets.
He just stood there looking at her with her beautiful brown hair splayed out over her pillow. She lifted up on one elbow and asked, “Are you coming to bed, Nicholas, or are you over me so soon?”

Her words
broke his contemplation, and he removed his clothing while not taking his eyes off of her. As he slid between the sheets, she held her arms open for him. They snuggled together, hugging, kissing, and quietly exploring each other’s body. After a while, he rolled on top of her, and they began kissing and caressing more seriously and more passionately.

“Nicholas, put that thing between my lips and push it in
,” she moaned, as she positioned herself, ready for his penetration.

“I’ve only had sex once in three years
, baby, and I have a lot of catching up to do,” she said, as she held his cock at her entrance and told him that she was ready. “Push, Nicholas, push it inside me,” she whispered. He pushed himself into her and began gently sliding it in and out while they continued kissing.

Their kiss
es were tender and slow, just like the way they were making love, tender and slow. This lasted for about an hour. They stopped occasionally, so he could kiss and caress her breasts and then resume their commitment.

“I’m
close Samantha. You feel so incredibly good. I can’t hold out much longer. I love the feel of your soft wet lips sliding over me,” he moaned, as he continued pumping her with long slow strokes.

“I’m on
the edge too, Nicholas, I’m so fucking close, bite my nipple baby,” she begged. He lowered his lips to her left nipple, sucked it into his mouth, and bit down on the hardened nub. She cried out and jerked into him as her orgasm erupted. She threw her head back, and arched her back as she convulsed and went rigid from the first wave of her release.

W
hen he heard her cry out, he shoved as deeply into her as he could, and exploded with his first load of sticky white cream deep within her. She convulsed again as the second wave of her pleasure rocked through her. She thrust rigidly into him and as her climax continued. He released his hot seed, repeatedly, as deep into her womb as he could. Spent, he collapsed on top of her. He held her tight as she continued to undulate beneath him, rubbing her clit on his still rigid cock as the intensity of her release slowly ebbed, and she began to relax.

“I can’t believe that I have been satisfied with a rubber dildo for the past three years,” she whispered
, trying to catch her breath.

“You were waiting for me
, Samantha. You were waiting for me to grow up for you,” he said. He moaned as he kissed the tops of her resilient breasts as they both calmed. They lay there for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth and contentment. Eventually, she turned over with her butt pushed snuggly up against his groin. She rested her head on his left arm, and he placed his right arm over her and gently cupped her breast in his hand.

“This is still a little
new for me, but right now I am incredibly happy you wanted to be with me so much, and had enough courage to do what you did. Actually, it’s funny; some people would call it a nasty, perverse, disgusting story,” she giggled.

“Samantha
, looking back on it now, I’m surprised that you even read the whole story, and didn’t throw it in the trash, given who you are.”

“Who am I Nicholas, who do you think I am?”

“I know who you are. You are Mrs. Jones, a beautiful, somewhat conservative, pillar of our community that came from an old, established family. You’re respected. You’re beyond reproach, and a popular creative writing instructor. Did I leave anything out?” he smiled.

“I think that pretty well covers it as far as anyone knows.”

What do you mean Samantha? I don’t understand.”

“I know the foolishness of this question
, but I am going to ask it anyway. How long do you think we’ll be together, as lovers, Nicholas?” she asked, rocking her butt tighter into his groin as she placed her hand on his hand and pressed it deeper into her breast.

“Oh
, God, Samantha, I’ve thought about that question for quite some time and especially today. I can only hope that you will let me be with you for years, perhaps forever. Can any of us ever know the answer to that question? What makes people fall in love, even if they don’t want to, and what makes people fall out of love, when they don’t want to?”