Getting Back in the Game Ch. 02

The kids all laughed as Jim Carrey did something stupid. I'd had enough for the moment, got up from the couch and crossed to the fridge to get some iced tea. Truth be told, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable on the couch anyway, as it was getting later and the party seemed to be getting progressively younger as the night wore on.

In a weird little twist of serendipity—or perhaps torture, I wasn't sure which—my daughter's boyfriend Ryan and I had the same birthday. His parents were that cliched divorced couple that couldn't pick out a birthday card without lawyers present, so I had offered to let him have his party at my townhouse, which had turned into a combined party, which, while a neat idea on paper, had stretched the limits of my sanity and tolerance a little bit. While the beginning of the party had been fine in early afternoon when the "grown-ups" were there, the last of my friends had bailed at least two hours prior, so my home was now populated by at least a dozen kids in the 20-23 range, and though they were generally respectful, polite, and not heavy-drinking partiers, I did feel very out of place.

At least, I knew Emily was coming by later, which did make me smile. I had been sleeping with her—fucking like possessed rabbits was probably the most accurate way to put it, really—for the past six or seven weeks, and I was loving it. She was possessed of the spirit, sex drive, and enthusiasm of three divorced cougars, it seemed. The fact that she was a beautiful 22-year-old college girl and tremendously flattering for this 40-something to have in his bed sure didn't hurt, either. And with my daughter approving of me poking one of her best friends, I felt like I had won the jackpot. She had to work a late shift at the restaurant, but had promised to sneak in and wake me up with head around 1am. I checked my watch; it was just after 9. I wanted the clock to move forward. I noticed my dick twitching a bit in my pants at the thought of her, and was very grateful that I had chosen to wear jeans that day.

As I turned around from retrieving a cup from the counter, I almost plowed right into Cecelia—easy to do as she only stood 4'11," a bit over a full foot shorter than me.

"I'm so sorry," I blurted out, as she semi-shrieked in surprise.

"No, that's my fault Martin, I should have warned you I was behind you."

She looked up at me and smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. Cecelia was a girl you automatically used words like cute, adorable, and captivating to describe. Today, she was dressed for the pool session the kids had earlier, her black hair still in a ponytail, a red tank top plunging a bit to show a generous bit of cleavage, and shorts that, despite being intended to be loose running shorts, hugged her generous and lovely, curvy hips. In fact, curvy was what Cecelia was, despite the short stature, and it certainly explained to me why Erin had confided in me at one point that her very traditionally Catholic Hispanic grandmother had been trying to marry Cecelia off since she was 16. Luckily both she and her parents wanted none of that nonsense, and had told her to finish school and get a career and marry when she wanted to, but even so, I couldn't help think occasionally when I looked at her that she was, as the old lame joke goes, built for comfort and not for speed. And I think every man with a pulse had once or twice wondered how comfortable she was, as I was trying not to now. Still, it was difficult not to stare at those incredibly perky tits—they had to be at least double-D's, and she was doing nothing to hide them.

"Happy birthday again, by the way," she said, very gently placing a hand on my chest. It wasn't intended to be sexual, but her touch was heavenly, and I was in no hurry for her to move it.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming to wish Ryan one, too," I responded.

"Oh, yeah. It was really a great idea to have the combined party. It's been a blast." I noticed just a very slight slur to her words. The kids had partaken of a little bit of booze, though nobody had gotten completely hammered. Still, I was a bit concerned. The occasional perverted thoughts aside, I automatically was a bit paternal with all of Erin's friends.

"Should you be driving?" I asked.

"It's okay, I'm not going to," she answered, then, she reached down and ever-so-gently grasped my hand. "I already asked Erin, but I hope you don't mind if I crash here tonight? I had about four or five drinks, and I'm a bit of a lightweight." She smiled up at me, her big brown eyes and caramel color skin perfectly contrasting her bright, white smile.

"Sure, I don't care, we have plenty of room," I nearly stammered. Truth was, I had just secretly hoped that she might drink a bit more, and accidentally end up in my bed, and my cock started stirring more, straining a bit against my jeans as he attempted to stand up, when Erin came up and broke the moment. I mentally both cursed and thanked her.

"Hey, dad, a lot of people are going to be leaving soon. Ryan's going to hang out for a bit. We may chill here or go over to his dad's later, I don't know. Cecelia is probably going to crash in my room to sleep it off, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all honey. I don't want anyone going to jail tonight."

"Ok, thanks!" and she sauntered off. Cecelia gave me another smile that melted me a bit, then turned and walked back to the couch. I tried not stare as her full, round ass sashayed across the living room, but I failed rather miserably. I thought of the still-unopened box of condoms I had purchased at Erin's advice, and secretly wished to crack it open with her, then turned around and cleared my head.

Several kids called out their thanks as I walked back into the living room. Now, it was down to Cecelia, Erin, Ryan, their friend Megan, and the last other couple, Richard and Courtney. "You want to finish the movie with us, Martin?" Courtney offered.

"No thanks," I replied, "I've seen it before, and anyway, I'm going to take the dog out and maybe try to get some rest." Erin smiled, and I tried not to as well, since I knew that she knew my only motivation for going to bed early was getting ready for Emily dropping by later that night—she wore me out every single time.

"Oh, ok," Courtney smiled, a grin that seemed almost substantial. I had a moment of panic—did she know about me and Emily? I really didn't want it all getting around, but on the other hand, I wasn't about to give up sex that good.

I leashed up the dog and took him across the street to the park, letting him do his business. After about 15 minutes of walking around, letting him sniff and piss on half the bushes, we made it back home. As I was about to enter, Courtney and Richard were walking out the door. "Are you leaving?" I inquired.

"Yeah," Courtney offered, giving me a quick hug, "Erin is saying she wants to go over to Ryan's dad's so they can 'chill,' and I don't want to be a cockblocker," she offered in a lower voice. Ryan lived in his dad's guest casita, which had some privacy as it was separate from the rest of the house, so they would often go over there to be intimate. "Megan already took off, she said thank you and left the rest of the cookies for you."

I smiled back at her, "Have a good night, kids," and shook Richard's hand. They got in their car and drove off, and I waved as I went back into the house.

Erin was slinging a backpack over her shoulder as I entered. "Hi Dad. We're going to go over to Ryan's dad's house. I'll probably spend the night." She kissed me on the cheek.

"How's Cecelia?" I asked.

"She's curled up in my bed. She should be fine, but check on her later if you think about it. Oh, and have fun with your date later tonight," she said through a grin.

"You too," I smiled back, kissing her on the cheek.

I started putzing around the kitchen, picking up a bit, loading dishes in the dishwasher, and had gotten lost in the task for several minutes when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey Martin," Cecelia cooed.

I turned around and looked at her, and nearly groaned. She had switched the tank top out for a baseball-style shirt that showed no cleavage this time, but it wasn't much of an improvement. She had ditched her bra, so her nipples were showing through quite noticeably, and I was impressed to notice that her breasts, despite their size, seemed to have no sag. Youth did have its advantages, it seemed, although their size also ensured that the shirt showed off plenty of her lovely tummy, and I found myself trying not to stare. She had let her hair out of the ponytail, and it made its way down her shoulders, thick and black, to near the middle of her back. She had on plain ivory cotton panties, which has actually always done more for me than the thong or lacy numbers, and flip-flops. My mind went blank as I tried desperately not to stop drooling. "I'm going to go outside and look at the stars for a bit, want to join me?"

There was supposed to be a meteor shower that night, and since summer was here, it was plenty warm. Still, I couldn't help but be a bit paternal, and spit out "Don't you want to put something else on?"

"No, it's okay, it's just your backyard, and anyway, I'm hot right now. Liquor always does that to me," she said with a very sly smile.

We went outside, and I plunked down in the love seat on my patio set. I had expected Cecelia to take one of the chairs, but instead she just nudged me and said "Scoot over," quickly moving in beside me. My heart started beating a bit faster, as I began to wonder if she was one of the "volunteers" Erin had referred to. Had I ever noticed her being flirty or anything similar? I didn't want to presume and make a move that wasn't welcome, but Cecelia had been a bit familiar all night, and I was getting a bit worked up by it all.

She leaned in a bit, but not overly close. "Where's the big dipper?" she inquired.

"Right there," I pointed.

"Do you know anything about the meteor shower tonight? I don't think I've ever seen one before."

"I just told you all I know about Astronomy," I responded, and she laughed.

"You're funny Martin. A lot of the other girls' dads are stuffy and act like they're old, but you don't," she offered, as she hooked her arm through mine.

"Um, thanks," I stammered, and I felt my body tense a bit. I could smell her perfume and her skin, a little mixture of sweet and a slight note of spice, and I was trying hard not to get an erection.

"You seem tense. When was the last massage you got?" She worked at a massage parlor and was always asking people this question.

"I go to the chiropractor at least twice a month," I said, trying to sidestep the question. I knew if she started touching me, I'd be tenting my pants in no time.

"Come here," she said as she pushed my shoulders over, and started working her fingers into my neck and upper back. I began to protest, but she quickly cut me off.

"You need this, you're all tight." I decided to just relax and enjoy the sensation. She began kneading down my shoulders, then my arms, then slowly but surely down to my wrist and hand.

"That feels nice," I offered, closing my eyes in relaxation. She pressed her breasts into my back as she began craning to extend her short arms all the way, and I silently thought that I appreciated those firm tits in my back even more. Next, she worked down the other arm, then on to my right hand.

"The hand has some great pressure points," she said. "In fact, there are pressure points all over the body," and with that she reached out and lightly circled my nipple. I felt my cock twitch solidly, and I released a little groan as she continued and moved to kiss my neck. She lithely moved to straddle me face to face, kissing me deeply, her tongue darting in. I loved the taste of her, and crushed her into me, her breasts covering my chest. My dick began to struggle against my jeans, and she evidently felt it, as she quickly ground herself on it. I felt her undo my fly and dig in my boxers, releasing my cock from its prison, as she began pumping me to full hardness. "You're really, really tense, Martin," she offered. "I wonder if I can work that out of you?"

She dropped to her knees quickly, putting my dick in her mouth as she sucked down, humming "Mmmm-hmmm" around my engorged prick. I leaned back and exhaled quickly, truly surprised at how good the head was from this girl—I seemed to be hitting the jackpot lately. She steadily worked me in and out of her mouth, not taking me fully, but with great enthusiasm, and I was definitely enjoying it. Finally, after about a minute, she looked up at me, and said "Listen, I hate to be a mood killer, but I'm not on the pill, so do you have any..."

"Yes!" I interjected. "In my bedroom. Let's go in there, it'll be more comfortable anyway."

She stood up, stripped off her shirt, and let her amazing breasts swing free. She threw the shirt at me, and as I caught it, ran off, saying "Last one in the bedroom has to give the other head."

I ran after her, up the stairs, and while I might have been able to catch her, I really didn't want to—I wanted to eat her out something awful. We got to the bedroom, and I advanced on her, shucking my shirt and pants off as I went to get on my knees, but before I could, she bent down and took me in her mouth again. "I couldn't resist another taste," she explained, as she began licking up and down each side of my cock with long strokes. She had a wide, nimble tongue, I noticed, and it lent to a cute trick of hugging the sides and underside of my shaft as she worked it. She'd take several strokes up and down, and then quickly pump me with her hand several times, while engulfing as much of me as she could. While she obviously couldn't deep throat my length, it was still amazing, and I was in absolute heaven as she looked up at me with those gigantic brown eyes and pulled me out, whispering "I need my pussy licked."

I quickly helped her up, then picked her up and deposited her on the bed. She was light and I started to wonder what was possible with that. She quickly put her legs up, and I guided her panties over her knees and down to her ankles. I parted her legs, and as I positioned my head at her Y, I noticed that she was shaved completely bald. I looked up, and she evidently read my mind. "I don't like hair. Mine is coarse, so I just shave it off, it's easier than trimming." I shrugged, smiled, and began to kiss up her legs, moving to around her clit. She had a musky and almost spicy taste as I spread her lips open, delicious and enticing in a way I wasn't used to. I started in with a circular motion around, licking her flaps and slowly teasing her. I felt her breath quickening, and started to move inward, teasing her clit ever so slightly with the tip of my tongue. I felt her start to lube more freely, which in turn made me dive in with more enthusiasm. I started pushing my tongue against her full-bore, hitting her button with long, deliberate licks as I snuck a finger into her.

"Give me two fingers," she whispered, and I complied, as she started rocking her hips back and forth in an almost rhythmic sway. I could quickly see that this girl was more sensual than anything. I began licking and fingering with her rhythm, and dove in even harder, glancing up at her as she reached down to run her fingers through my hair. "Oh god, keep doing that," she cooed, and I kept on, going just a bit harder as she began to push her hips onto my fingers even harder. I quickly sucked her clit into my mouth and began aggressively flicking my tongue as she began to push back harder. She bucked as I latched on, and I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers as she came.

I looked up, and her caramel skin was red all over her face, neck, and breasts. I smiled with satisfaction, and was about to go back down when she reached up and grabbed my face, pulling me to her. She kissed me deeply, running her fingers through my hair. I was so hard I could cut glass, there was just something indescribably magical and arousing about her touch. I craned down, and sucked one nipple into my mouth, then another as she arched her back, pushing into me. "Oh that's good," she purred, "I' need you to do that while you're inside me," she groaned. She brought her head back upright, and leveled her gaze at me. "Get that beautiful cock inside me. Now."

How was I going to argue with that? I nodded, reached into the nightstand, tore open a condom, and rolled it down to my base. I pushed slowly at the entrance to her slit, backing off and then working in, back and in, inch by inch. Finally, I pushed in to the hilt, and she gasped as her eyes widened. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Great. You're just...long. And filling. My god..." I grinned, it may be silly, but I still got almost teenage glee when a girl complimented my cock.

"Well, you are kind of a small girl." I shot back.

"True," she said, grasping on to my neck. "Go gentle at first, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

I did as she asked, slowly pumping in and out of her with long, gentle strokes. I noticed that instead of rocking back and forth in a straightforward motion like most girls, she was moving her body and pelvis in almost a wave. Her pussy gripped at my cock, and as she picked up some speed I remembered her earlier request and craned my head down to suck on her nipple. She pushed my head into her breast, smashing it into my face.

"That's it, keep that up. I have way sensitive tits." I was in heaven, and my cock twitched in appreciation. "Oh, you like that, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, definitely," I said.

"Well keep it up, and you'll give me a big rolling O." I needed no further encouragement, as I darted to the other one and started licking and sucking harder. She quickly grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in a bit harder as she increased her own speed. I started pushing my shaft in as deep as I could go, and as I actually lightly bit her right nipple, she began to cry out. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!" I felt her pussy clamp on me, but I kept pushing right through it, and I quickly switched to the left nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth. She grabbed my back, pulling into me harder, and yelled out, "Oh fuck, baby, you...OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!" I felt her clamp again, then calm down. Out of excitement, I began to really thrust hard, and Cecelia clamped down on my cock a third time, yelling out a mighty "Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!" before putting her hands up on my chest to stop me.

I pulled my weight up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing major," she replied. "That was amazing. I'm just a bit too small to take the pounding you were beginning to give me."

"I'm sorry..." I began, but she cut me off.

"No, it's ok," she said. "You're a bigger guy. In a lot of senses," she grinned eagerly, glancing down toward my crotch. "Why don't you let me drive for a bit?"

I got off her, and sat down on the bed. She crawled up on me, lowering herself onto me, then leaning forward. "That's good," she purred, as she began to start a rhythm. "I like this." I put one hand on her ass, and another on her left breast, as I sucked the right into my mouth. She gasped, and I grasped on to her hips and ass, moving her a bit as we got into a nice pace.

Suddenly, she reared straight up, and pinned my wrists down for a second gently, then moved up my arms a bit and began to finger her clit. She bucked a bit harder, fingering and then almost slapping her clit as she came hard again, and I felt her pussy juice begin to run down my balls. She slowed to a near stop, and leveled her melting gaze at me again.

"Do you have any lube?" she asked.

"Yes, in the nightstand," I replied. I'd tried to prepare well for this possibility of new and unannounced pussy, and she smiled as she looked through the three different types I'd bought before selecting a standard water-based lube.