Houseguest Heather

Heather gave him a quick peck on the cheek and an appreciative "thanks." She made her way slowly into the dining room and sat down with a heavy sigh. "Back to the grind...oh boy," she grumbled under her breath.

Jason cleared the counter, loaded the dishwasher, and wiped down the kitchen. After finishing up he debated what to do. Better not watch TV tonight, he thought, the noise could be a distraction. I can read more of the new book I started weeks ago.

Jason found the book in the living room. He settled onto the couch and opened his book where he had left off. He had barely finished a paragraph when Heather appeared in the doorway. Jason glanced up at her. She stood quietly looking almost apprehensive, as if she did not want to say what was on her mind.

"Baby, are you ok?" Jason asked to break the silence.

"I'm feeling a bit lonely and isolated. Will you sit with me?"

"Of course I will," he replied getting up from his comfortable position. He met Heather at the doorway, folded her into a warm hug and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Holding her close, they moved to the dining room.

They sat together for the rest of the evening, Jason with his book and Heather switching between her laptop, her notes, and her books. Their proximity was close enough to touch, but she was focused on her work. Jason respected her work ethic and held his distance as not to disturb her concentration.

After several hours of quiet companionship, the day of hard work began to wear on Jason. "Heather, the hour is getting late. Should I make the bed in the guest room for you?"

Looking up from her laptop, Heather replied with a frown, "Well I was hoping.. I mean if it's ok, I'd rather snuggle in your bed - with you."

"I'd like that very much, but I had to ask," he replied with a twinkle in his eye.

"There you go again, being the perfect gentleman," Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head as she got up from the table. "Come to the bedroom with me, my kind sir, and let me tuck you in." She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once next to the bed, Heather turned to face him. She seductively loosened the belt on her robe. It fell open and Heather reached for his hand. She slowly guided his arms underneath the material. She leaned into him encouraging his embrace and they began to kiss lightly, eyes open and on each other.

She is so warm, soft and smooth, he thought.

She broke from the kiss, backed up slightly, and began to unbuckle his belt. She then unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid the fly of the zipper down. Once undone, she lifted his shirt and ran her hands underneath, but only enough to be able to pull it over his head. Heather allowed her robe to slide off her shoulders and fall to the carpet. She stood before him clad only in the borrowed boxer shorts. She reached for him, wrapped her arms around his neck and returned to kissing him, deeper and hotter as each second passed.

Her tits are so soft against my chest, Jason thought, but her nipples are hard enough to poke a hole in my skin. He reached up, cupped a breast and began to roll a nipple between his fingers.

Heather responded with a moan from deep in her throat. She reached down in his pants and rubbed his cock. "Oh gawd Jason," she began as she broke from their kiss and dropped to her knees. "I want you so badly. I want your tongue on my clit, I want to taste your cock, I want to feel you inside me. I want it all." She yanked Jason's pants down past his thighs and his erection sprang free. She then pushed him back against the bed and stripped him naked.

Heather knelt between his bare legs and slowly stroked his cock with one hand as she cupped his balls with the other. He looked down at her as she stared up at him. Her tongue was visible through her sultry parted lips. She maintained eye contact as her tongue slid from her mouth to circle his engorged cock head. She lowered her gaze and slid her mouth slowly on and then over his dripping head. Slowly and sensually she took half of his throbbing hard shaft into her mouth. Jason moaned, giving in to the warm wet sensation and reached down to stroke her hair. She massaged the ridge on the underside of his hard prick with her tongue. She slid her mouth down to the root of his cock and slowly back up until only the helmet remained in her mouth, teased by her swirling tongue. As her hand gently pumped his shaft, she shifted her gaze to meet his.

"Oh my Heather, you are so sexy. That feels so damn good, but I want to taste you too."

Heather ignored his request. She averted her eyes, took him into her mouth, and began to bob and pump, her hot mouth greedily stuck to his cock. After a few moments, Jason grasped a handful of her hair and very gently pulled her hungry mouth from his pulsing member. She looked up at him with lust and disappointment flashing in her eyes.

"Drop those boxer shorts and climb up here with me so we can do this together."

She relented and did what she was told.

Heather straddled him, put a knee under each arm and lowered herself so her swollen lips were just above his face. He took in the musky scent as he viewed her glistening pussy. Wanting so much more, he grabbed both ass cheeks and kissed her inner thighs, rubbing his course facial hair against her sensitive skin. She moaned in response, leaned forward, and resumed sucking his cock.

The change in position placed her open pussy next to Jason's face. He hungrily sucked her lips and clit into his wide-open mouth. He gently probed his tongue between her lips to find her hard nub, then methodically sucked, nibbled, kissed and licked her pussy. He held her tightly against his mouth as he rhythmically continued to eat her.

Heather released his cock from her mouth and moaned, "Ahh Jason...I am going to come baby... mmmm now, hard." He could feel the muscles in her legs tighten as she came for him, her release voiced in a series of moans and whimpers. Her body flushed with her passion, her pussy flooding his mouth with her hot, sweet juices.

He slowed his pace gradually, letting her ride out her orgasm. He released his mouth easing the suction from her inner lips and slowly licked her wet dripping slit, relishing her taste. Then he gently kissed her inner thighs, bringing her down slowly until she regained her breath.

"Gawd, that was just fucking amazing. You could do that to me over and over. Wow." Heather then slowly lifted her leg free from his arm, spun around and was once again nestled under his shoulder. "I want you to know that we are not done yet. I want you inside me in the butterfly position."

"Heather, you are going to have to help me with that one. I know butterfly kisses, but butterfly lovemaking?"

She giggled at his response. "Ok, stand next to the bed. I'll need a couple of pillows to put underneath me." Heather sat at the edge of the bed and directed him to stand in front of the pillows piled next to her. She took his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, then licked his shaft. "I am so wet, that probably was not necessary, but I wanted to taste you again." She situated herself on the pillows, flopped back onto the bed, and placed her ankles on Jason's shoulders. "Put your cock in me. Now."

Jason rested his hands on her thighs and gently pushed his stiff cock into her wet folds. "Oh Heather, you are so hot and tight."

"You feel so good inside me. Just go nice and slow. Mmmm I want this to last."

Jason continued the slow, deliberate pace. He watched his slick shaft disappear into her pink pussy, then slide slowly out, her swollen lips clinging to his man meat as he withdrew. His hand wandered from her leg to the top of her slit to find her hard nub. As he found her pearl Heather gasped... her breath sucked in sharply between her lips.

"Easy on my clitty. Nice and slow. I wish this could last forever."

Jason continued to gently caress the top of her slit with his fingers. He carefully watched the response in her face, as not to overdo it. But eventually she was overcome by the stimulus of his fingers on her clit and his cock in her pussy.

"Oh Jason, I can't hold back. Harder. Faster."

He increased his piston pace and kept his circling fingers on her wet slit as she grasped the sheets and arched her back in orgasmic bliss. Jason held on to her leg as he pounded her silky hole. Wave after wave cascaded through her body as she thrashed about on the bed. Once her spasms subsided, he gripped both her thighs and continued his pounding.

Heather leaned forward and put her hand in his stomach. "Oh Jason, I want to see the cum squirt from your cock. I want to feel you throb in my hand. Let me beat you off. Please give it to me. Let me do it."

Jason pulled out from her pussy and she immediately gripped his slick member and began to jack him off. Soon his hips involuntarily began to thrust his cock between her wet fingers. Thick, hot jets of his cum erupted from the tip of his cock and onto her chest and belly as he groaned and cried out in ecstasy. His heart was pounding and his breathing still labored when Heather pulled him on top of her in a kiss. His warm, sticky fluid oozed between their bodies.

"Thank you," she said with a smile, "I've always wanted to do that."

Jason looked at her and said pointedly, "Heather, you can get me off any time, and any way you want."

"I'll keep that in mind," she replied cheekily with a grin. Jason rose up, pulled the pillows from under her hips and tossed them to the head of the bed. She scooted around and pulled back the covers as an invitation for him to lie down. Soon they both were asleep, exhausted and satiated, their naked bodies spooned close together.

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The next morning, Jason was making coffee when Heather joined him in the kitchen, wearing, of course, her favorite Jason attire of robe and boxer shorts.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes please," she replied as she locked her hands around his waist. "Last night was fabulous."

Jason smiled in response. "What would you like for breakfast? Something simple or something more elaborate?"

"And what might those two options be?"

"Well, simple could be cereal and fruit. More elaborate would be omelets or fried eggs"

"Simple then I think," she replied. "Can we have omelets for dinner like my last visit?"

"Sure," he replied, and then continued. "Can I ask you why you are recreating your last visit?"

"I have fond memories of my last visit."

"Really?" he responded, surprised. "There was a violent storm, your car was in the ditch, and there was no electricity in the house."

"You took me in and you took care of me."

"I did what any decent human being would do."

"I'm not so sure about that. Where do I find the cereal?"

"It's in the pantry. I'll cut up some fruit. Apples and peaches ok?"

"That'd be great. What about bowls?"

Jason replied as he pointed, "in the cupboard. But I can take care of it."

"I got it," she replied as she pulled the milk from the refrigerator.

"Heather, I have some errands to run today," he said as he sliced fruit.

"Can I go with you?"

"I suppose, but I thought you had to study?"

"You are probably right, I still have much to cover," she replied as she poured milk on her cereal.

"What are your errands?" she asked as she began to eat.

"The normal Saturday routine, the grocery store, pharmacy, and farmers market. I won't be gone long. Would you like more coffee?"

"Please. The pharmacy? Are you ill?"

"No, I'm not sick, just getting a little older. It's just a little something from which we'll both benefit. Don't worry about the dishes," he said quickly to change the subject. "I'll clean up the kitchen and you can get back to your books."

Heather wandered back to the dining room as Jason cleared the counter of dishes. After filling the dishwasher and wiping down the countertops, he went back to the bedroom for a shower. He half expected to have company. If I would have asked her to join me, I am sure she would have said yes, he thought. I am just too shy and too much a gentleman to ask her to join me. He stayed lost in his musings as he dressed and readied for travel.

"You showered?" Heather observed as Jason appeared in the dining room. "I could have scrubbed your back for you," she continued with a sly smile on her face.

Pretending to ignore her comment, Jason immediately decided that he may be too much a gentleman to have asked her directly, but he would certainly drop a few hints next time.

"I'll return shortly, Heather. Make yourself at home. If you need anything, my cell phone number is by the house phone." He kissed her sweetly on the forehead and left out the back door.

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Jason returned with his purchases and went to the kitchen to put away the groceries.

"Can we go outside and enjoy the fresh air?" Heather asked as she walked into the kitchen from the direction of the bedroom.

"We can go for a walk along the creek, and visit the garden. We need to pick some peppers for our omelet, and we can cut lettuce and pick tomatoes for a salad." Giving her a leering appraisal, Jason commented, "even though the property is pretty secluded, you should probably change out of my robe and boxers and put on some clothes don't you think? Did you shower? Your hair looks different."

"Yes, I showered, all by lonesome since you didn't invite me to shower with you," she replied as she shot him a pouty look. "I used the curling iron on my hair. Oh, I got a fresh pair of boxers out of your dresser. That was ok, right?"

"Heather, that's fine. I want you to be comfortable in my house, and if that means wearing my shorts, I'm good with it. How about that walk, and the garden?"

"That sounds great. I'll put on some clothes and be right back!" she said as she made her way back toward the bedroom.

"I'll put the rest of this stuff away while you change."

When she returned, they departed out the back door. They walked slowly along the gravel road adjacent to the creek. The air was turning colder as summer waned into autumn. The leaves of the trees were still green, but in a few short weeks that too would change.

"Next semester will be your last. Do you have plans after graduation?" he asked her.

"Well, I've done some interviewing on campus this semester, but I hope to start my career someplace close to here. Close to home," she answered thoughtfully.

"Are there opportunities?"

"I have a couple of prospects. The campus interviews were positive. Now I'm waiting for the on-site interview invitations."

"Let's turn around and head back to the garden. Have you considered graduate school or law school?"

"I've considered it, but the cost is prohibitive at the moment. Maybe, if I work a few years to pay down my student loans, I will consider it again."

"Here we are," Jason announced as they approached the garden. "Please grab that bucket and we will fill it with our bounty." He took out his pocket knife and cut several leaves from the lettuce plant and placed them in the bucket. These were followed by several large peppers and a couple of handfuls of cherry tomatoes. "That should do us for now. We can always pick more of them later."

Jason took the bucket from her and they walked back to the house still chatting casually. Once they were inside, Heather disappeared into the bedroom, only to return wearing the robe and boxers.

"Do you really like my clothes that much?" he asked her with a smile.

"They're comfy. They feel good on me, good against my skin, and they make me feel warm inside and out."

"If that's what makes you happy baby. You know, it's about lunch time. Are you hungry?"

"Not terribly," she shrugged. "How about something light?"

"I can make a salad from what we just picked," he offered.

"That's perfect. I really should get back to studying. I have reading to do."

"That sounds like a plan," he replied. "I'll call you when it is ready."

"I've a better idea," Heather declared. "I'll get my tablet and sit with you while you make lunch."

As Heather sat at the counter reading her tablet, Jason put the salad together. She set her reading aside and stretched languidly as he announced that it was time to eat.

"What kind of dressing would you like?" he asked as he placed the large bowl in front of her. "I have ranch, Italian, and blue cheese."

"Ranch would be fine, thank you."

They ate together, exchanged glances and smiles, but did not speak until they had almost finished. "That was another delicious meal, Jason. Thank you. Now, may I use the living room to read? And more importantly, can you join me there?"

"An offer I can't refuse!" He quipped. "Let me deal with the dishes first, and then I'll sit with you."

Does she enjoy my company, or just my presence? He questioned himself. It can't be my looks of that I am sure. Jason finished cleaning up the kitchen and joined her in the living room. He read and worked on his laptop as she read on her tablet and in her textbook.

The afternoon passed with the two of them working together. He would occasionally glance up from his work to admire her bare legs or exposed chest peeking out from under his half-open robe. She would look his way and smile with contentment. She enjoyed lounging on the very couch where she first seduced him, and relished the memories it provoked.

"If my feet get cold, will you warm them up like last time?" she asked in an innocent voice.

"Of course I will. Do you predict the outcome to be similar to the last time?" He smiled at her fondly, also recalling his memory of the night.

"It just might," she answered him with a playful look and a fledgling smile.

"Heather, I must tell you how much I enjoy you being here. It's such a pleasure for me to have you as a guest in my house. You provide such excitement to my otherwise mundane life."

Her pending smile blossomed into a full, toothy grin as she comprehended his statement. With an air of satisfaction, she settled herself more snugly into the cushions of their "first time" couch.

The afternoon passed in a cocoon of contentment for both of them. As the afternoon waned, Jason announced that it was time to start dinner.

"I want to help with dinner," Heather offered.

"Ok Heather, the whisk is in the drawer and the eggs are in the fridge. Add about a tablespoon of water for each egg. I'll chop peppers, onions, and mushrooms."

"Ok, finished! Next?" Heather asked enthusiastically after she had beaten the eggs to a froth.

"It's pretty simple. I'll sauté the peppers, onions, and mushrooms in butter in the omelet pan and then pour in the beaten eggs. I'll let it set a bit, add the cheese, and then fold one edge over. Can you get the cheese from the fridge and plates from the cabinet, please?"

"Sure thing, chef!" Heather replied laughing.

Jason cooked as Heather sat at the bar and observed. "Mmmm Jason, those sautéed veggies smell delicious," she commented. "The aroma is making my stomach growl in anticipation."

"Time to set our places, kitchen wench... "he teased as he expertly (he hoped) flipped their omelets from pan to platter.

They ate at the bar, and Heather once again enthusiastically expounded on his "simply divine!" cooking ability.

"Can we watch a movie or something?" she inquired between bites. "I'm about studied out."

"Sure. I have a few favorites in my collection. You can check out the cabinet below the TV after we've finished eating."

As Jason cleared the counter, she browsed his DVD collection. "Blade Runner. What's that?"

"That is one of my all-time favorites. It is a thriller set in a bleak future. A cop played by Harrison Ford hunts down artificially created humans, sort of like clones. It is pretty dark. It is based on a book called 'Do androids dream of electric sheep?'"