Orchard Flower (Version Bravo)

by Lubrican

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Chapter Thirteen

At my house, we were unaware of the tension building in Lynne's kitchen. There was enough tension to claim all our attention right there in my living room.

Lying beside the warm stove, Jill urged me onward as I sank to my knees between her open thighs. My erection strained towards her. I hadn't felt this horny in years, and decided it was because I finally felt justified in feeling horny for this woman at all. I looked at her bare pussy and licked my lips. I wanted to taste her. She must have read my mind.

"You can do that later," she panted. "I need you in me now."

I didn't argue. I simply leaned forward and sagged as she reached for my rigid prod and brought it to the gates of her sex. I slid in immediately, going deep and letting most of my weight keep me there as her hips wiggled and she groaned.

"Oh yessss, that's what I need, Baby. I need you to fuck me and make me cum."

I didn't say a word. I just started giving her what she wanted.

Lynne felt trapped, somehow. Zack was just sitting there, though, clear across the table. He was so different from any other man she'd ever met. Or maybe he was just so much younger than men she was used to dealing with. She couldn't decide. He was so willing to say things that most men tried to keep secret. It jangled her nerves, because she was used to having to assume things, or figure things out. With him she didn't have to do that. It was quite simple. He wanted her. He found her sexy and desirable, and he could care less about the age difference.

She reminded herself again about that age difference. It was all she had to keep him at bay. That was because he was interesting too, and smart, and knowledgeable about farm things. He was handsome too, and fit, with the muscles of a young man, rather than the pot belly that men her age all seemed to be developing.

For some reason Bob's comment about just saying no popped into her mind. Her tongue even went to press against the back of her teeth, to make the N sound.

But she didn't say the word. She stared at Zack, who stared back.

"This is insane," she finally said.

"Maybe," he said immediately. "But it's kind of fun too. Doesn't this make you feel alive? It makes me feel alive." He frowned. "You want to know something?"

"I'm not at all sure," she admitted.

He ignored her equivocation and told her anyway. "I could never talk to a girl my age like I just talked to you. Jill ... maybe ... but nobody else. And I have no idea if I could say those things to some other woman your age. But saying them to you was so easy. It was amazing. I just felt like I could tell you exactly how I felt. Isn't that strange? But I feel great!"

"I don't know how I feel," she moaned. "It may have been easy for you to say, but nobody's ever said those things to me. Paul never even said them. Not like that. I knew he wanted me, but not because of what he said."

"I didn't mean for you to get scared or anything," he said. "It just kind of came out."

"I'm not scared!" she almost shouted. She slumped. "Not of you, anyway."

He looked confused. "Well who else could you be scared of?"

"Not who," she said, her voice strained. "I'm scared of what I'm feeling!"

"You can't be scared of that," he said negligently. "How you feel is just how you feel. There's nothing scary about that." He looked stunned suddenly. "Unless you feel like killing me or something."

She laughed, just like she'd laughed when she first heard that he had come there to seduce her. It wasn't uncontrollable this time, though, and she only laughed enough that it seemed to clear her mind. She thought about what he'd said. Could it be that easy? What you felt was just what you felt ... nothing more, nothing less?

"I don't want to kill you," she said, her voice normal again. "I don't know exactly what I do want to do with you ... but I certainly don't feel any urge to hurt you."

"That's a relief," he said, with an exaggerated sigh. "Maybe I should have gone back to town and gotten a motel room after all."

Lynne took a sip of cocoa that needed to be warmed up in the microwave. She licked her lips and looked right at him.

"No ... I don't think so," she said softly.

"Ohhhh I knew I wasn't going to last very long," I groaned. I had only been in her long enough to build up a rhythm and already the demand to complete this act of love was there.

"It's OK," she whined. "I want it. Oooo I wish we were married now. I want to have your baby."

"Oh damn," I panted. That was all it took and I was over the edge. "Here it is, Honey. Ohhhh Jill!"

Her hands stroked my sides and her hips pushed up at me. I could feel those internal muscles squeezing and she yipped. Then her fingernails dug into my sides painfully.

"Yesssss," she groaned as she somehow found an orgasm. "Give it to me Daddy. Make me a mommeeeeeeeee."

"So," said Lynne. She had warmed up her cocoa in the microwave while she poured Zack another cup. Seated again, she was staring at him. For some reason her nervousness had abated. She felt more in control. She felt in control enough to tease him a little.

"I believe, earlier, you were telling me about how you would have followed your nefarious plan ... if you still had one."

He blinked and his face took on an almost wary look.

"You still want to hear about that?"

"It might be fun," she said. "Weren't you just saying I should be having fun?"

"Well ..." He swallowed. "I was alluding to you having fun ... um ... doing something."

"And surely your plan called for me ... us ... to be ... um ... doing things ... right?" She sipped her drink. "What kinds of things?"

He blinked. "Um ... you know."

"I do?" Her face was calm. "Why don't you tell me anyway."

"Oh wow," he sighed. His eyes got a little wild. "Oh man. I don't know if I can do this."

He gulped and immediately gasped and choked. The cocoa was much too hot for a big gulp. She jumped to get him a glass of cold water and he gulped that too, his face a mask of pain.

"I'm sorry," she moaned. "I don't' know why, but I couldn't help teasing you, and now this happened."

"It's OK," he said, his voice a little raspy.

"It's one thing to get married," I said as we cuddled in front of the stove. "It's another to get pregnant too soon."

"What's too soon?" she asked, running her fingertips along my side. It tickled and made me squirm. "I'd love to be pregnant when I go back for second semester."

"Yes, but we're not married yet. And besides, if you got pregnant now, then next year you'd have an infant to deal with," I said reasonably.

"OK, so I miss school next year, being a mommy, and go back the year after that," she said. "I like that idea. I get to live with you for a whole year, and get this every night."

"Every night?" I asked weakly.

"Unless you want to make love to me twice a night," she said smoothly. "Or once in the daytime and again at night would be OK too." She smiled widely. "Unless you want to go for three times a day. I'm sure I could get used to that."

"Maybe you should get pregnant now," I muttered. "Cause if you get your way, I may not live another year."

"Are you sure you're OK?" asked Lynne.

Zack waved a hand. "I don't know which gave me more trouble ... taking that sip, or trying to figure out how to answer you."

"I shouldn't have teased you like that," she said.

"Oh, I don't know." He grinned weakly. "I mean you've actually been pretty nice about things, all in all."

"I'm not used to this kind of thing," said Lynne.

"That's what really blows my mind," said Zack. "You really are an exciting, good looking woman. I don't get it that you're alone."

"I suppose I just got used to being that way," sighed Lynne. "Alone, I mean. I just don't think of myself as being exciting or all that other stuff."

"Well you are," he insisted.

"And you keep saying that," said Lynne. "So how do we get out of this rut we've gotten ourselves into?"

"It's not so bad. For a rut, I mean," said Zack. "I'm really glad Jill invited me here."

"Even though you couldn't pursue your nefarious plan." Lynne smiled.

"There's time yet," he said, with a little forced swagger in his voice. "I think I'm growing on you. I'll just have to change to the sneaky approach."

"I see," said Lynne, smiling wider. "I'll be sure to take extra precautions."

"Won't do you any good," he said, in full brag now. He puffed out his chest. "Women don't' have much of a chance once I get them in my sights."

"You looked like you were about to run away a few minutes ago," laughed Lynne.

"I was trying to make you overconfident," he said confidently.

"Is that so? So I guess you're ready to answer the question now."

"Question? Oh. you mean the one about us ... and what we'd be doing ... if I still had a plan."

"A nefarious plan," she corrected, smiling.

He lost his swaggering approach, but his eyes stayed on her face. His look seemed to firm up, somehow.

"If I did answer, you might get upset."

"Why?" She sounded actually curious.

"Because it would be a pretty explicit answer," he said softly.

"I'm a big girl," she said, no longer smiling. "I have a daughter, if you'll recall."

He was silent for a few seconds. "Actually, that's part of the attraction."

"My daughter?" Lynne sounded disappointed.

"No, the fact that you had her," said Zack. "When a man sees a woman he likes, he really doesn't know if she's sexually active or not. He can make assumptions, but his fantasy about her is just that, pure fantasy. But if she has children, he knows she has been sexually active, and that lends some weight to the possibility that she might be sexually active with him too. It gives his fantasy a bit of credibility."

"A fantasy allows you to believe anything," said Lynne.

"Yes, but knowing that you have ... " His eyes jittered for a second and then steadied. "Knowing that you were naked, in bed, welcoming a man's seed into your body ... well that's very powerful because it was a fact, not fantasy. The fantasy is only that you might be willing to be that way with ... me."

The way his eyes lay on her made Lynne feel positively naked. There was more than interest in his eyes now. She saw the glittering of raw lust. The word "naked" bounced around in her mind and she applied it to him, wondering what he looked like under his clothes.

He stood up and she blinked several times, feeling the sudden urge to run away somewhere.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

Her eyes fluttered again several times. "Why?" She was confused about the abrupt change of subject.

"I'm just demonstrating how I'd have advanced my plan," he said, smiling.

Lynne saw the smile on his face, but she also saw that it wasn't in his eyes. The lion was back, and had returned so suddenly that she wasn't prepared to deal with it.

"There's no music," she said.

"We don't need music," he replied. He held out his hand.

"That's silly," she said.

"It's really just so I can hold you in my arms," he admitted, "and feel your body against mine."

"Zack!" she gasped.

"Just for demonstration purposes, of course," he said, smiling.

Lynne told me later she didn't remember deciding to actually get up, and that the next thing she realized she was dancing slowly, enfolded in his arms. She said that he put his hip against her, but pulled her to him, as if he were trying not to let her feel his manhood.

"See how nice this is?" he breathed into her hair.

"Well ..." was all she could respond.

"I brought a CD to play, for when I was going to ask you to dance," he whispered. "It's in my suitcase."

"Oh," she said a little breathlessly.

"It has some special songs on it that are perfect for dipping a woman at the end."

"Dipping," she parroted.

"You know, like this," he said.

Then she found herself falling helplessly backward, but supported firmly by strong arms. She stared up at his face, which was only inches above hers. She was panting, but he wasn't even breathing hard.

"This kind of sets things up for a first kiss," he said. She hung there limp in his arms. "I'd kiss you, and then say something like how sorry I was, and how I couldn't resist, and all that kind of thing, and beg for you to dance with me some more."

He pulled her back up and swayed with her in his arms again. This time, he made full body contact, and she felt his erection plainly.

"Then I'd have done this to let you know how you affect me ... what you do to me," he said, rubbing her back with one hand in short strokes while he pressed his obviously hard penis against her gently. "I realize what a stupid idea that was now."

"Stupid," she whispered, unable to think of anything else to say because almost every iota of her concentration was on the feel of that hard organ, which was no fantasy, and which was right there ... pressing into her. She had been able to discount his sweet words as the fluff of fantasy, but this was real and undeniable. He did want her!

"Yeah," he sighed. "It feels wonderful, but it would never have worked. You're much too smart. You'd have never let me get away with that kind of thing."

"I think I just did!" she squeaked.

"Only because this was just a demonstration," he said.

He pressed his dick against her and rubbed it sideways against her mound. Her intake of air was sharp and quick.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I couldn't help that. It's a pretty strong fantasy." He rubbed her again. "But we should probably stop, huh."

"Stop," she panted.

He pushed her gently back. They were about the same height, and their eyes were glued to each other's.

"Thank you," he said softly. "For letting me demonstrate. I hope I didn't offend you."

Her jaw simply sagged a bit.

"One last thing," he said.

"What?"

"This."

And then he pulled her back against him and kissed her and, she told me, she felt like she had been picked up by a tornado and was whirling around, because the kiss was violent and soft and strong and nerve wracking and unbelievably intimate. She suddenly found her arms wrapped tightly around his neck - she blushed and laughed as she told me this, that January, after the kids had gone back to school - and that she was humping his leg like a bitch in heat.

How long it lasted she couldn't say. She did remember them having to break the kiss to breathe and she found herself sobbing. She didn't understand that, because it had been an amazing and wonderful kiss, but she was, in fact, sobbing.

He sat her down in the same chair he'd pulled her up out of and knelt on the floor in front of her.

"I'm so sorry!" he groaned. "Please don't cry! I'll go!"

Her hands went out to grip his wrists, and her grip was like iron. She subsided into sniffles as he waited, having no idea what was actually going on in her mind. Her emotions finally percolated into the knowledge that she felt guilty for having liked that kiss so much. She couldn't articulate the reason for that guilt then, but by the time we talked about it she was sure it had been because of Paul.

At any rate, despite the fact that she was confused, she was an adult, and knew that these emotions would fade, allowing her to examine the memory of them and make decisions. She knew better than to just react without thinking things through.

"Don't go," she said finally. "Don't touch me any more ... but don't go."

"Oh." His lack of years showed in the confusion that was plain on his face. He couldn't rationalize the two comments into anything that made any kind of sense. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure," she said, more firmly. "I'm suddenly very tired. I think I'll go on to bed."

"Um ... OK," he said helplessly. He had no idea what to think.

"Sleep as late as you like," said Lynne, standing up.

"Yes. OK," he said, and then added "I'm sorry!"

"I know," she said, enigmatically. "Maybe we'll talk about it in the morning."

And then she left him there, alone in the kitchen.

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