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The second bed's mattress and box springs received the same treatment. The routine became a sort of dance with both being sure that Theda led out of the room and then stopped at the top of the stairs to change positions. As he stood behind her on the third trip, he squeezed her hands and pressed his full length to her.

"You're hot." He released her right hand and pulled the hair from her neck where it was stuck. He blew softly on her neck. "Does that cool you off?"

"Not much, I think I am still hot from that black leather seat this afternoon."

They laughed together as they traded positions and carried the load out.

When they started back up, Theda said, "You go first. I get to do the looking this time."

They were both slightly shocked to realize her tacit admission that they were both interested in the toned, if slightly sweaty bodies on display.

As Theda led out of the bedroom with the last mattress, she stopped at the top of the stairs and moved to the middle.. She spread her arms down the top of the mattress and dropped her head in a submissive gesture. Kit moved behind her and squeezed her hands briefly. His hands slid back along her arms to her neck and massaged briefly and softly. His hips moved against hers as he spread his feet to lower his pelvis to make better contact with her hips., He slid his right hand under her arm to rest on her belly. His left hand gathered her hair from the back of her neck. As he held her hair firmly, Kit blew softly on her neck. His right hand pulled her body back against him and he rocked their bodies gently with his hand and hips. His mouth moved closer to her neck and he nibbled softly up her neck to below her ear.

Theda broke out in goose bumps despite the heat. She had never felt such a flood of sensation from any man. She felt that he had electrified her skin from the top of her head to her feet. She was tingling all over as she felt his right hand move up to cup her breast. "Oh, oh my," she moaned. She was willing for the moment to last forever as she was being held, and tasted, and rocked.

When Kit's hand slid off her breast and started downward, she thought it was returning to her stomach. But it continued downward and it seemed to her that her skin might be sparkling beneath his touch. When his finger reached the top of her shorts, the spell began to waver. The warmth slid down to cup her sex. Kit was enthralled. Theda's mons filled his hand with thick, pouting lips and amazing heat. The stimulus was overwhelming for Theda and she made an involuntary jump, moving away from him. His hand rested on her hip which seemed much safer.

"I'm sweaty; I must taste awful."

"I like my women like I like my peanuts—well salted."

"Well, release this well salted woman and let's carry this mattress out."

On top of the last mattress they placed the bed frames and the tool box. It was time for the first trip to the apartment. The work had been hot and sweaty and there had been an increasing number of bumps and reaches around each other to help. The work almost became a dance as they became more and more attuned to the other. When they got in the El Camino, Theda patted the seat, "Cool—not hot at all."

"Wait a minute until the air conditioning kicks in. With just two seats, this cools off in a hurry."

"How do I close the window?"

"Watch this." Kit pressed a button on his door and the power window began moving up.

"My gosh, what will they think of next?"

"You haven't seen anything yet, but you have your own button to make it go up and down. Now watch this,"—he picked up a plastic box from the console between them and pushed it into a hinged slot on a box mounted beneath the dash. Music poured out==Sam Cooke crooned "yoooou, send me, darling yoooou send me, honest you do, honest you do"

"What is that? The sound is wonderful."

"It's called an eight track tape player. You can buy the tapes just like a record. And take them anywhere you are driving. My dad loved gadgets. Sit back, close the window, and enjoy the air conditioning."

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Starving."

"Go by the Healthburger and I'll buy you a burger and fries."

"How about a shake since I'm doing the driving?"

"Sure, what kind?

"Strawberry, I like my shakes like I like my women—cool, pink, and sweet."

"You're going to wear that line out." They both laughed.

"You can't buy the food; you don't have any money. You didn't bring a purse or wallet and those shorts don't have a pocket."

"Little do you know, young man, women nearly always have a place to store a few bills."

"You don't; I didn't feel any....oh, on the left side."

Their peels of laughter carried them to the drive-in where they ordered the burgers, fries, and shakes to go. Theda said she didn't want to go in and they would have a first meal on the balcony of her new town house.

On the drive, Kit asked the question that had been on his mind since he picked Mrs. Pullin up from the hot seat. "Where is Mr. Pullin?"

"In heaven, I am sure. He was a dear man and sometimes I miss him dreadfully."

"You're a widow? Oh, I'm sorry. Way to go, Kit, open mouth and stick size 16 Chuck Taylor as far in as possible. I'm an idiot."

He looked so stricken and chagrined that Theda could not help but snicker. "Of course, you are not an idiot. But you really didn't know? Professor Lawrence Pullin, Nobel Prize winner in economics 1957. Bolstering Developing Economies in sub-Saharan Africa in a post-Colonial World. Taylor University's prize academic and my husband who died just about 18 months ago. It was pretty big news—where were you?"

Kit was silent for a moment. "I was on the basketball court. We were in the middle of the season when we went to the final four and we lost to Indiana and Coach Daye by one when I missed the last shot at the buzzer. Different worlds for the two of us."

"But you made many shots before that didn't you. You were on some of the all-American teams as a freshman."

"How do you know that?"

"I read the sports pages and they were full of stories about the local golden boy."

"Please don't call me that. You are amazing—you know so much and still read the sports pages. I don't read the economics pages—do papers even have economics pages?"

"It is called the financial section and you will get around to reading it some day, I'm sure."

Theda reflected that she had not felt so carefree and happy since...since...maybe since the day her last effort in the US Olympic trials landed her a spot on the team going to London in 1948. Kit was young and fun. She found it amazingly easy to enjoy the moment.

As they pulled into the apartments, Kit said, "Which one is it? If you have the key in the same place you stored your money, I can help you get it out."

"You are an idiot." The words were spoken around a large grin—the boy was irrepressible. "It is number 16, but you have to go by the manager's office for me to get the key."

"Darn!"

After Theda retrieved the keys, Kit drove to number 17 and backed into the parking slot in front of the two story building. Theda opened the door and said, "Let's start the air conditioning and go up and eat our burgers on the upstairs balcony. It has a great view looking west across the lake."

"More stairs, huh?"

For a moment, Theda froze. Both bedrooms were upstairs. More carrying of mattresses was going to be required. She looked straight into his eyes, "Is that a problem?"

"Not a bit of a problem for me. What about you?"

"I can handle it," she said. "Go get the food and bring it in while I find the thermostat."

Kit returned with the bag to find Theda half way up the stairs. "Come on up."

As he followed her up the stairs with his eyes glued to her gluts, she smiled in the glow of being appreciated. She walked through the end bedroom to a sliding glass door which opened onto a small balcony overlooking the lake. The apartments were built on a rock bluff on the east side of the lake giving her a wonderful scenic view. "Look at that view," she said. "This is why I picked this place."

"I do. Every day. And I never get tired of it. That is my dad's house across the bay."

On the other side of the narrow bay was an almost identical rock bluff. But along the vertical drop were windows and balconies. At the bottom of the rock wall a large boat house floated at the water's edge. It had a spacious deck on the three water sides and a set of stairs going up to the flat roof which was furnished with outdoor furniture. A blue slide curved from the roof over the deck and into the lake.

"That's where you live. I'd love to see it. Actually; I'd like to see the whole estate."

"How about tomorrow after we finish up moving you in here?'

"I'd love to."

"Great! It's a date and I'll feed you to pay you back for these burgers that I need to eat right now."

Since Theda had no furniture, they sat on the floor of the balcony eating the burgers and fries. As they talked about the view and the weather, the awareness of their proximity grew in both. As Theda sat cross-legged, the cotton shorts revealed her prominent mound. Kit's eyes were drawn like a moth to a flame. His Ocean Pacific board shorts were loose enough that his erection caused the jersey he wore to rise in a lump of its own. Theda was mesmerized by the show of his desire. Both knew where the other was looking, but both were reluctant to interrupt the magic. When the food was gone, Theda stood up and leaned on the rail with her hands. The breeze was cooling off the heat of the day, the view was perfect, and neither felt any need to make extraneous conversation. Kit stood and walked up behind her; he placed his hands on the rail over hers and leaned onto her shoulders.

"I need to tell you something," he whispered in her ear.

"What is that?"

"That stuff is not going to get in here by itself. Somebody is going to have to carry it. Woof!" he exclaimed as her elbow caught him a blow in the ribs. "Oh, you're going to play rough are you? Kit wrapped his arms completely around her and picked Theda up while using all ten digits to tickle her.

"Idiot, idiot child. Put me down." Her laughter pealed out over the lake.

Kit put her back on her feet and spun her around. He grabbed her hands as she tried to return the favor and tickle him. Pulling on her hands he moved a step closer and kissed the lips that were about to straighten him out. For a moment Theda was shocked into immobility. His lips softly brushed and nibbled her own. The he released her hands and took her face in both his hands. Their eyes locked as he asked soundlessly for permission. She did not know how to give it to him, but she could not deny him when he pulled her into a kiss that was stronger, rougher, and full of passion. Her hands had dropped to rest on his chest and she gently pushed him away. "Let's carry in the stuff."

"Stuff, right, carry, right—I can't think. Maybe my blood flow to my brain was interrupted."

"Probably," she said as she walked through the empty bedroom and down the stairs of the rapidly cooling apartment.

At the truck Theda said, "Let's take the frame for the guest room first and one of us can assemble it while the other brings in my bed frame." When the frame was in the guest room, she asked,: Do you want to carry or assemble?"

"Carry I guess; you can stay in the air conditioning."

Theda was glad for the respite away from the heat of the Texas evening and the tall Texas temptation who made her feel so young. Her head kept saying how inappropriate the situation was, but her body was starved for human contact, Every touch set off reverberations that settled in her lower belly. She had always been a modest person who shied away from attention and compliments, but Kit made her feel that she had more to give than she had ever suspected. She basked in the warmth of his open admiration.

Her woolgathering had slowed her progress and he had moved the entire bed frame into her bedroom before she was finished. With Kit's help, they quickly set up the queen sized frame in her bedroom. It was much more spacious than the guest room which was basically filled by the bed. They carried the box springs from the truck to the base of the stairs. They set it down and Theda held it as Kit went back to close the door. He surprised her when he did not walk up behind her, but came to the middle on the opposite side of the mattress.

"Do you want to go first or shall I," Theda asked.

"I've always liked women on top" he said with a roguish grin.

Theda was not sure what Kit had meant by that. Lawrence had been her only lover and he had only positioned her in the missionary position. In Theda's experience, sex was only carried out at night in bed with the lights off with her on her back. One of the reasons she had not reacted more strongly to Kit's advances is that she did not really associate the snuggling with the sex act. She shook her head in confusion and went to the front of the mattress. She was slightly disappointed that Kit had not continued the exciting game they had played back at the house. Perhaps he had realized how inappropriate it was, how much older she was, what a oversized Amazon she was.

Kit on the other hand was following the advice of his mentor who told him that women did not care much for men who were either too desperate or too pushy. He leaned over the mattress and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You go first."

After maneuvering the springs into the frame, they went back and carried the mirror into the room and leaned it against the wall. They went back for the mattress and Theda slowed her steps until Kit went through the door first. When they set the mattress down at the foot of the stairs, he asked, "Are you going to close the door, or shall I:"

"You do it," she whispered as she moved to the middle of the mattress and assumed the position with her arms spread as she held the top of the mattress. Kit slid in behind her and placed his hands over hers. He squeezed them on the top of the mattress and whispered, "Stay here." Theda's head fell forward on the mattress in acquiescence. Kit quickly closed the door and Theda heard the lock click. He quickly moved behind her and with both hands stroked her neck and shoulders, His hands moved softly from her neck to her wrists and back again. Kit gathered her hair in both hands and grasped it tightly in his left hand. Theda gasped as he pulled her head back as he began kissing and nibbling on her neck while his right hand moved to her belly. It made circles that grew larger until he was lifting her breasts in their light lacy bra on the upstroke and at the bottom of the stroke he was brushing across her pubes. Theda no longer tried too move away as his hand moved over her most private spots. The combination of his kisses, the firm grip on her hair, and the light brushes were driving Theda to distraction. She had never felt so on fire His hand stilled as it centered itself over her sex; he firmly squeezed and Theda erupted with the first orgasm of her life. Kit only held her and rocked against her as her paroxysm trailed away. "That was impressive," he said, "but get the front end of the mattress and we'll carry it up."

In her confusion, elation, and embarrassment, Theda would have done anything Kit said. They quickly carried the mattress up and placed it on the bed. "Come on; let's get finished." Kit said.

Without the teasing dance to slow them they soon were carrying the last mattress up the stairs. When they had it in the master bedroom, Kit said, "Hold it here."

As Theda moved to the center of the mattress and held it up, she said, "But the bed is all the way on the other side of the room."

"Just hold it," he said.

Theda moved to the middle of the mattress and assumed the familiar position. Her head rested submissively on the mattress as her hands were spread out along the top edge. She heard the whisper of cloth and started to turn, but Kit caught her hair and held her wordlessly. She heard the thump of his shoes hitting the floor and then she felt him step up behind her. He seemed to pour more heat into her back as he lifted her tee shirt and unhooked her bra. He reached around her to hold the mattress. "Take it off," he said.

Theda pulled the shirt and loose bra off over her head and then she felt Kit's warm skin as he moved close behind her. He was naked. "Hold the mattress," he said.

As she placed her hands back on the mattress, she felt Kit's hand take possession of her upper body. Both hands reached to caress, then tickle, the tug her breasts. No one had ever explored every inch above her waist. He lifted, and squeezed her breasts; then he moved to her belly and sides and stroked until she shivered. Kit rested his hands on her breasts again and changed the nibble on her neck to an open mouthed love bite. He was firm enough to excite her, but not so hard as to cause pain. Theda felt the electricity run from her neck to the nipples Kit had grasped and was lightly pinching.

When Theda thought she could stand no more, Kit moved his hands to her waistband and unbuttoned her shorts. His right hand slid the zipper down as his left hand held the shorts up. When the zipper was all the way down, Kit released his left hand grip and the baggy shorts fell to the floor. All Theda had on were the lacy panties that Kit had seen when he saved her from the hot seat. They looked even better now. He slid his hands under the elastic at her hips and pushed until they fell to join her shorts puddled around her feet.

:"Step out of them," he said and she did without question. Now his hands moved to her waist. He pulled her to him and began the familiar rocking motion, but this time there was a difference. Kit's hard cock was pressed against the tops of her buttocks and her back. His right hand moved to her sex, but this time there was no clothing to prevent his full and patient exploration. Her sex was larger than the girls he had known previously, gloriously so. At the top of her slit, her clit had roused itself until it stood out like a tiny pecker. When his middle finger sank into her, she pressed her hard clit into his palm and began making tiny sounds, "OOO, OOO, OOO," with each rocking motion.

"Push the mattress over." Kit said.

"What? Ahhh! What? Ahhh!"

"Push the mattress to the floor."

Theda's locked hands opened and the mattress fell to the floor. Kit's left hand released her breast and locked on her hair "Kneel on the mattress. That's it; now crawl forward a little. Good! Now head down and ass up." Theda obeyed the orders without question; anything to keep the spell going. Kit's right hand reached down between Theda's legs. Her fluids were flowing freely and as his fingers reached under her to caress her clit, his thumb slid deeply into her canal. His index finger curled around her clit like a trigger finger and like a gun she went off loud and long as he gripped down with his thumb on her G-spot and raked her clit with his index finger.

Theda had never known such sensations. Sex with Lawrence was pleasantly agreeable. Several times she had felt the start of the explosion Kit had caused, but Lawrence always finished and disengaged before the tsunami. She pressed backward to his hand somehow wanting more but not knowing how to achieve it. When Kit withdrew his hand from her, Theda whimpered, "No, no, not yet."

Kit moved his left hand from her hair to her hip and with his thumbs opened her ass crack. With his knees he pushed her thighs apart and with his right hand guided his cock into the inferno of Theda's cunt. She was wet, slick, and hot and he glided easily into her entrance. He was about half way in when he began to feel some resistance from the tight passage. He halted momentarily to allow her to accommodate his size.