Orchard Flower (Version Bravo)

by Lubrican

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Chapter Nine

My fork stopped, halfway to my mouth. I tried to grapple with the fact that my ... girlfriend, for lack of a better word ... had broken up with me, hadn't told me that yet, and already had a new boyfriend. Talk about an ambush.

"Oh," I said. What else was there to say?

"I'm so sorry, Bob," Lynne said. She sounded genuinely sorry.

I ignored the hard ball of almost-pain in the pit of my stomach and put the fork back down on the plate. I would force myself to eat that pie, but that could wait.

"We already talked about this," I said. "Mission accomplished." Guys try to put on a good face and I'm no different. "Might have been nice to have some notice, but this is what we wanted," I said, trying to sound casual.

"So you really didn't know about this?"

"Not a clue," I said.

"I can't believe it," she said tightly.

"You're the one who told me what would happen," I reminded her.

"Not that," she said, looking angry. "I can't believe she blindsided us on this. There was no warning!"

That was true. Just last week I'd gotten a call from Jill, late at night, and she asked me to masturbate with her. It had been wonderful. She'd said she loved me.

"And she's being so bald faced about it!"

"At least she called and asked," I said. "That's better than just showing up with him I guess."

"That's not what I meant," said Lynne. "She said ..." She went pale. "I don't want to tell you what she said."

I wanted to groan, but didn't. "May as well get it over with," I said instead. "I'm probably going to find out sooner or later."

I thought she wasn't going to say anything else, but finally she swallowed and spoke.

"She took me completely by surprise, but my natural instinct was to try to put up some kind of barrier. I told her the guest room was full of junk and that I wasn't going to have time to get it cleaned and ready." She swallowed again and looked away. "She said he could just stay in her room."

I think I was the one who went pale then. That groan I had suppressed before came out too.

"She's acting like a selfish, gutless bitch!" snapped Lynne.

My world was upside down, but I kept thinking of all the objections Lynne had made, back when Jill and I had ... taken up together. She had tried to warn me. She had discouraged the whole affair. Her daughter had acted just like she had said she would. But Jill was still her daughter ... still her child ... and I didn't want this to ruin that relationship. I dredged up some character from somewhere.

"Easy there," I said. "She's young. She didn't think this would happen. She's probably embarrassed."

"She should be embarrassed. She's only been gone for what, two months? She threw you over for some pimply faced college boy after only two months!"

"I doubt he has pimples," I said. I was amazed that I was hiding a smile. "And, like I said, this is exactly what we wanted to happen."

"Not like this!" she moaned. "She was supposed to be wracked with guilt, and torn between you and some boy. There was supposed to be anguish and pain, not 'hey mom can I bring my new shack-boy home so I don't have to go without during break?'"

Her eyes got wide and her mouth went into a small, tight O shape.

"I'm so sorry, Bob," she whispered.

"We're beating a dead horse," I said. "Besides, I thought the whole idea was for her not to get her heart broken. Based on what you told me ... I'd say it worked out pretty well for her." I picked up the fork and took the first bite of pie. I couldn't taste it, but I chewed anyway and swallowed convulsively.

"What should I do?" she asked.

"What do you mean what should you do?" I asked back.

"Should I let her bring him?"

"You're going to have to meet him sooner or later," I said. "She's still your daughter, and if she likes him, it's important that you be the mom."

"I don't want to meet the little prick!" she blurted.

"Admit it," I said, feeling the first upsurge of emotion since I'd gotten there. "You just don't want anybody to have sex with your daughter." I actually managed a grin. "I understand that completely."

She stared at me. "You're a good man, Bob. I'd almost be willing to admit I might have been wrong about you and her, except I'd have to admit I was wrong." She blinked and frowned. "You're taking this much better than I would if the roles were reversed."

"What can I do about it?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. I could taste the pie now. It would be a while, but I'd heal. It had been a delightful run, and I'd always have the memory of a young woman wanting me and welcoming me. That's hard to beat.

"So I should tell her she can bring him?"

"It's your decision, of course," I said. "But that's what I'd recommend."

"I can't just let her sleep with her new boyfriend in my house!" moaned Lynne. "I know that sounds hypocritical, based on what I let you two do, but ... it just makes my skin crawl, Bob!"

"At the risk of sounding hypocritical myself, I'll just say that's something the two of you will have to work out when they get here. It's your house. I think you get to make the rules."

"I know her," sighed Lynne. "That's going to go over like a lead balloon."

"You'd have had to face that decision sooner or later too," I said, shrugging.

She just looked at me for a dozen seconds.

"What will you do?" she asked.

"I have no idea," I said. "I promise not to shoot him, or anything like that."

She snorted, and that tiny bit of humor gave her a release for all the emotion pent up inside her. She snorted again and then laughed.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just had this vision of you dressed up like Rambo, with one of those machine guns and the long belt of ammo, storming through the front door yelling 'Where is he!'"

I smiled. "I probably couldn't even lift a machine gun."

I ate the rest of my pie, but the humor was lost quickly. With nothing else to talk about, I got up as soon as I was done.

"Thanks," I said.

"What for?" she asked. "I just crushed your heart."

"I'm a big boy," I said. "Thanks for the warning. That's all. I should have listened to you. I should have just said no."

"You would have if you could have," she said. "I'll remember that if ..." She stopped and when I looked to see why, she was blushing.

"If what?" I asked.

"Never mind," she said.

"Come on," I wheedled.

"You'll think I'm a slut."

"Impossible," I said firmly.

"Have you ever heard of a ... um ... a pity fuck?" Her hand came up and covered her eyes. She was gloriously embarrassed, and it was very becoming on her.

"I believe I have," I said, smiling.

"Well, if my daughter breaks your heart ... you might be offered one ..."

"Oh my," I said, as she turned and skipped out of the room, obviously too embarrassed to face me further. Nothing in my body reacted to that. Not then. I was still in too much emotional pain. But later I knew I'd reflect on that. Even if it was never offered, the very fact that she'd thought about it was something that made me feel pretty good.

Or would some day, anyway.

Zack, as it turns out, was a junior and had a car, so Lynne didn't have to go pick Jill up. I didn't know what to do, really, so I kept busy on the day they were supposed to arrive by doing chores that didn't really need to be done, like oiling the hinges on the barn doors so they didn't squeak. It was cold, and working in the shed, tightening up boards and doing make-work kept my mind on my physical discomfort, rather than my emotional problems.

Lynne was clearly horrified that her daughter was so thoughtless as to bring home a young man and flaunt him in front of me only a few months after so stubbornly pursuing me as a sexual partner and professing her "love" for me. Lynne's embarrassment hadn't yet led to that pity fuck she had mentioned. Neither of us was ready for that yet, but the possibility was something that helped keep me going. When you're picked up by a cute young chippie it makes you feel younger. When she dumps you, though, you feel twice as old as you did before.

At any rate, I just happened to be moving firewood from the splitting yard to the house when I heard a horn honking repeatedly from the road. I looked up to see Jill leaning out of a speeding Mustang GT, wearing a down-filled jacket and hanging out of the car clear to her waist. She was waving frantically.

"See you in a little while!" she yelled.

Then she was ducking back inside and the car was past my house and braking for the turn into Lynne's driveway.

It figured the little prick would drive a muscle car.

I had the wood stove fired up. I had intended for years to have somebody come out and do some weatherproofing on the old place, or blow in some insulation or whatever they did these days. Somehow I always neglected to call anybody though, and along about this time of year I was reminded that the house wasn't as comfortable as it could be.

I had plenty of wood, though, and could wear sweat shirts and such, so it wasn't all that bad. Recently I had taken to thinking about looking into a winter home, maybe somewhere around Phoenix or something like that, where I could play golf or whatever during the cold months. I felt like I'd be abandoning Lynne if I did that, though.

It was hard for me not to think about Jill, now that she was home again, probably sitting on Zack's lap at the kitchen table, feeding him pie while she told her mother all about school. I decided to bake some bread, since that would keep me busy for a few hours, not to mention having dough to pummel and work out a little rage on.

I had all the ingredients in the bowl and was mixing them up, when the back door flew open and then slammed. Jill came literally running into the kitchen, wearing a tuque and neck scarf above her down filled jacket. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were alive.

"There you are!" she squealed. "Why weren't you there to meet us?" She took off the stocking cap and shook her hair out. It hadn't been cut since she left, and was down past her shoulders now.

I was speechless. How could she possibly not know why I wasn't there to meet them?

"I missed you so much!" she moaned, stripping off the scarf and unzipping the jacket. She slid out of it and let it drop to the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked suddenly. "Baking bread? Let it wait. We only have an hour before lunch and Mom says we both have to be there."

"What?" I asked a little dazed. My hands were all sticky with half mixed bread dough.

"Wash your hands!" she said, jumping up and down. Her fingers went to the buttons of the flannel shirt she was wearing.

"What?" I asked again. I graduated from dazed to fully confused.

"Oh never mind!" she yipped. "I can't wait."

She grabbed me and pulled me to her, crushing her lips to mine in a clearly hungry, passionate kiss. It turned into a series of kisses that moved away from my lips as she spoke and kissed, almost at the same time.

"I missed you so much. I'm so horny. We only have an hour, Bob! Hurry up! I need you right now!"

At the same time her hands were working at both her clothing and mine. Whether she had worn the shirt home, or changed into it once she got there, she wasn't wearing a bra under it, and her perfect breasts emerged starkly white, with erect nipples. I had been holding my hands out, so as not to get her covered in flour and sticky dough, but as her hands went to my belt and undid it, I moved them.

"Wait!" I yelped.

"I can't!" she said in return. "We don't have time!"

Helplessly I watched her jerk my pants open and shove them down to my thighs, along with my underwear.

"There you are!" she cooed to my penis. To my mind it actually felt like my prick was trying to withdraw back into my body, like a scared child tries to hide behind his mother's skirts. I felt little needles of panic stabbing into my heart. When she sucked my limp prick into her mouth I staggered, and it was jerked out of her mouth with a sucking pop. If my pants had been any lower, I'd have gone down in a heap, but I managed to keep my feet as I windmilled backwards and ran into the counter. She stood up and took off her shirt, standing topless, in jeans and boots, in front of me.

"Come on, Bob!" she barked. "We only have an hour!" She looked at her watch, which presented a scene so bizarre that I held out my sticky hands, palms out. There was a slim, beautiful half naked woman, looking at her watch, in my kitchen. I took half a second to notice that my prick, ever the horn dog, was twitching as blood began to collect in it.

"Wait!" I thundered.

I started to reach for my pants, to pull them up, but my hands were too messy. I held them out away from my body. There was clearly something I didn't understand here.

"What about Zack?" I asked.

She blinked. "He's with Mom," she said. "He volunteered to help her get lunch ready." She frowned. "You surely didn't think I'd bring him over here!" she said suddenly.

"I don't know what to think," I moaned.

"Why would I bring him over here?" she asked, sounding genuinely puzzled. "Not right now, anyway. Maybe later, but not now." She looked down at her naked breasts and I saw understanding come into her eyes.

"You think he's my boyfriend," she said suddenly. Her face fell and she took a step towards me.

"Oh Bob, I'm so sorry. I couldn't tell you because I knew you'd probably let it slip and then Mom would get all weird and tell me I couldn't bring him home."

I was as thoroughly confused as I'd ever been in my life.

"Couldn't tell me?" I asked, trying to get some kind of information ... any kind of information that might help me feel less helpless.

"Zack isn't my boyfriend," said Jill patiently. "He's in my study group, and he's a real sweet guy and all that, but he's not for me. He saw a picture of me and Mom together and he called her a MILF and I didn't understand until I looked it up on the internet. And I thought that if I could fall in love with an older man that it wouldn't be completely impossible for a younger man to appeal to her, and he was definitely interested, so I invited him to come stay with us for Christmas break so that maybe something will happen."

I had been reaching for understanding. Suddenly it hit me like a two-by-four.

"Are you crazy?" I yelped.

"No, Bob," she said calmly. "What I am is horny. I haven't had my man for months, and I'm standing here half naked and my man wants to talk about something else. This is not what I had in mind when I came over here!" She looked at her watch again. "And now we only have forty-five minutes!"

Apparently she thought I didn't have enough motivation, so she came over to me and, in that way that only the young can manage, held one foot up off the floor in front of me.

"Untie my boot. I'm not wearing any panties under my jeans and I shaved my pussy for you this morning in the shower."

She basically bullied me for five minutes until my mind caught up with what was happening. It was very happy with the turn of events ... or rather the lack of a turn of events. Jill was just as passionate and just as sexy as when she'd left, and her appetite for sex - sex with ME - was just as active too. My penis, which had had to get used to my hand again, was only too happy to sprint to attention for her and push its way into her.

I must confess I was a little overzealous. I took her hard, right there on the floor beside the wood stove, with a mixture of insane relief and no little annoyance at the same time. The relief, of course, was for the fact that she still loved me, and had no boyfriend. The annoyance was that she could have warned me and saved me a hell of a lot of grief.

As it turned out, she wanted to be taken.

"That's ... what ... I ... want!" she panted as I pounded her. "Oh baby ... I've ... missed ... you ... so much."

As I recall, the only two things I was capable of saying at the moment were, "Damn!", and "Oh Jill!"

She could tell when I was working up to an ejaculation. Pulling out was not in my mind at all, at that moment, but it didn't matter.

"Are you gonna cum?"

I whined, rather than answered.

"You don't have to pull out, Bob," she rasped. She left her legs wide open. "Cum in me, baby," she cooed.

Well that tripped my trigger, right then and there, let me tell you. My balls gave a lurch and the sweet soothing of semen rushing through my prick tore a groan of happiness from my throat. But she wasn't finished yet. She had one more bombshell up her metaphorical sleeve, and I wasn't prepared for that one either. Right in the middle of that glorious orgasm, she put her lips right next to my ear and hissed:

"I've decided my answer is yes, Bob. I'll marry you!"

I was a wreck. What with all the worrying I'd been doing, and being on edge all day long and most of the night, trying to talk myself into losing this treasure of a woman, I'd been in pretty rough shape when she first skipped into my kitchen. Then there was the uproar of the misunderstanding, and her correction of it, not to mention that she nearly fucked me senseless. And her final salvo pretty much finished the job.

I bawled like a baby. If I'd been sitting up, I know I would have slumped over, because I felt like I didn't have a bone in my body. Somehow, I rolled off of her and lay there, just sobbing and blubbering like some nine year old at a scary movie who has just pissed and pooped in his pants and knows there's not a damn thing he can do to hide it.

Except I was happy, of course. And I didn't poop or piss, though to my neverending embarrassment, when she rolled over to see what was wrong and put a hand right on my stomach, I did fart loud enough to peel paint. She snorted snot all over my chest and then laughed while I boo-hooed, trying not to and failing miserably as she gave it her best to look concerned for me.

I think, being a woman, she understood why I was crying sooner than a man would have, because pretty soon she was telling me how sweet I was and pulling on me to get me up off the floor.

"Shower, Bob!" she ordered, looking with faint disgust at where she had soiled my chest with her delicate girly boogers.

But that turned out OK too, because she came in with me and, once I was de-boogered she started playing until, bless her heart, she got some life back into my johnson and deep throated me until my thighs gave way causing me to squat ... and fart ... again.

I will never forget her open mouth, laughing, spitting spunk all over the place, and my penis giving one last spurt that anointed her chin.

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