Summer Surprise Pt. 02

Matt and Dianne's relationship heats up. Chloe gets a new girlfriend. Surprise, surprise, so does Matt's mother. This contains oral sex, lesbian sex, straight sex and mutual masturbation. My thanks to FatChick4Erotica, who makes this chapter so much better. Any remaining errors are mine.

Summer Surprise - Part 2

The camping trip sparked a significant deepening of the relationship between Matt and Dianne. On Wednesday, Matt came over to return her soiled shirt and study. Dianne couldn't help sneaking glances at Matt every so often. At the end of the evening, they ended up canoodling for ten minutes or so on the couch, the ice broken on the camping trip. She startled him when she abruptly ended the make-out session with an odd question.

"Are you a pig, Matt?"

"What?"

"Why haven't you invited me to your place? Are you ashamed of it?"

"Chloe didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I live on the top floor of a three floor apartment building where the elevator has been broken for close to a year, essentially making it a walk-up. It's not ideal because climbing stairs can be a drag. I actually like it because it helps keep me in shape for football. It has one other feature which makes up for the hike. I'm not the neatest person in the world, but my apartment isn't a pig sty either. For folks living there, doing the laundry is worse because you end up with another flight of stairs twice, the washer load and dryer load, unless you stay down in the basement for both. I try to make sure I have a full load, so I may have more dirty clothes than normal piled in the closet."

"If we're going to remain friends, I think I need to see this apartment of yours. Friday night, I'm coming over."

"For your sake, I suggest we do whatever you want to do first, then we can climb the steps and I'll show you around."

"Are you hoping the climb will be so exhausting, I'll want to spend the night?"

Matt laughed. "Is it working?"

"I'll tell you after I make the climb."

Matt grinned. "What are we going to do before hand?"

"This is the last weekend of Chloe's show, isn't it?"

"It is."

"I'd like to see it one more time. Why don't we invite your family to join us? I'd like to see them again and let them know we're dating. They can tell us which day works for all three of them. That will be our regular date night and our other night together can be a movie night at your place."

"Done."

As it turned out, the Saturday night performance was the one Matt's family could attend. They informed Chloe and she reserved five tickets for them.

"Tradition dictates," Chloe said, "that on closing night, the cast of the show be wined and dined by their devoted fans, as they can finally eat again."

"Since the entire cast consists of one person," Dianne said, "I'm sure we can afford to wine and dine them."

"Just what I hoped for," Chloe said, grinning impishly. "I'm warning you, though. I'm going to be famished."

Since Saturday was date night that week, Friday night was movie night. It was Matt's turn to pick the movie. He consulted with Chloe.

"What movie should I show Dianne this time?"

"Is there any particular message you're trying to send her, like are you ready to get laid yet?"

"No. She already told me she's going to proceed at her own pace and I'm fine with that, no matter how many times I end up masturbating."

Chloe pinched his cheek and proclaimed, "You're so cute. I love you to death; you know that? God, I wish I liked boys. Dianne wouldn't stand a chance. Okay, what you're going to do is go for is heart warming, not drawers dropping. Have you ever seen 'Secondhand Lions'?"

"No."

"Good. It'll make the perfect movie for your feature. It's kind of whimsical and has some stellar performances by Michael Caine, Robert Duvall, and Haley Joel Osment, the 'Sixth Sense' kid. Dianne will love it if she hasn't seen it already, and will happily watch it again even if she has. It's not the kind of movie that will make her want to throw you down and ravish you, but it'll subtly remind her that she's got a good man with its portrayal of the essence of manhood and undying love. You'll know what I mean when you see it. I've got a copy you can borrow."

"Okay."

Friday evening, Matt swung by Chloe's to get the DVD and walk Dianne to his place.

"My place is right up there. What are we having to eat?"

"I ordered Chinese, to be delivered at seven."

Matt laughed. "All the delivery guys know the elevator doesn't work. You have to meet them down here when they come. They won't climb the stairs. It's 6:45 now. Do you want to wait here, or climb the stairs twice?"

"I guess we'll wait here."

They sat outside on a bench holding hands until the delivery man arrived. Dianne paid for the meals and they ascended the stairs.

"You're not wrong about the workout," Dianne said, breathing hard. "How do you still have breath left?"

" If you climb it three or four times a day, you get used to it." Matt opened the door to his apartment "This is the compensating factor for the daily hike up the stairs; the view."

Dianne walked over to the window and set her purse down. "Oh, my. Incredible."

"Three stories up, on a bluff, no trees blocking the view. Absolutely gorgeous in the autumn, but all seasons have their appeal."

"Instead of eating at the table, let's eat right here."

"I'll get some plates."

Matt set the food on the floor and went into the kitchen. He started hot water for tea, then carried plates and silverware back and said, "I thought green tea would go well with the food."

"Fine. We can have soft drinks with the movie."

"What do you want in your tea: sugar, milk, bourbon?"

"Lemon juice if you have it, otherwise plain."

Matt returned to the kitchen and retrieved the tea kettle, placed four tea bags in it, and carried it along with two mugs and some lemon juice back to the living room. They consumed their meal, seated cross-legged on the floor while watching the spectacular sunset through the window.

"Now I know why you're willing to stay here despite the broken elevator."

"It definitely has its compensations."

"What movie did you pick for tonight?"

"With Chloe's help, I picked out 'Secondhand Lions'. Have you seen it?"

"No. What's it about?"

"I haven't got a clue, but Chloe said it's worth watching."

They curled up on the couch, his arm wrapped around her as she leaned against his chest, and watched the movie. When the old lion died, saving the Osment character, Matt held Dianne as she cried.

"The two uncles were really the secondhand lions, weren't they?" Dianne asked at the end of the movie.

"I think so. What a great movie. When do you want to head home?"

"If you don't mind, I'd rather stay. For the record, it's not because of the climb."

Matt grinned.

"Don't get too hopeful. I trust you enough to stay here, but may just sleep on the couch."

"Whatever you want."

"Let's move the couch in front of the window, so we can watch the stars as we do our evening canoodle."

"Canoodle?"

"Smooch, hug, make out, whatever you want to call it."

"Ah, that kind of canoodle. You'll have to grab one end. I can't move it by myself."

"No problem."

Dianne took the side that required the least amount of movement, Matt took the other side, and they maneuvered the couch in front of the window. They sat down and started canoodling, as Dianne called it.

Their kisses went from slow and leisurely to fiery and passionate within minutes. Longing to feel every inch of his body next to hers, Dianne pulled Matt down on top of her. She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him as they explored each other's mouths, but he was content to take it slow and go no further than Dianne was willing to allow. They continued like this for another fifteen minutes.

"Get off me, Matt," Dianne said, breathing hard.

He immediately sat up, removing his hands from around her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You're doing everything right. Fuck!, I love how you kiss."

Dianne stood up and slowly removed her clothing, leaving on only a skimpy black lace thong. As she disrobed in front of him, Matt's heart rate spiked and his cock swelled, the stupid grin on his face getting wider with every piece that came off. She faced him with her legs slightly parted.

"I'm giving you permission to touch anything which doesn't have material covering it." She spun around and revealed her bare ass cheeks. "As you can see, these panties leave a lot uncovered." Provocatively twirling back to face him she cupped her breasts and then slid her hands down her body. "I'm still considering whether or not I should let you have access to the covered bit, but for now your hands and mouth are free to otherwise explore. If you'd asked me a month ago if I thought I would be ready to go this far, I'd have said no fucking way, but I am ready because you've been incredibly patient with me and I really like you, Matt. This is something I want to do. Do you understand?"

"I do. Thank you for trusting me with this much."

"Take off your shirt. I want skin to skin contact up top."

Matt scrambled to obey, pulling his shirt up over his head, exposing his incredible body, six-pack abs disappearing into his jeans. Dianne swallowed with difficulty, his excitement over her little show was evident and she felt herself begin to respond in kind. She got into her previous position, lying down with her back on the couch, and beckoned Matt to join her. Forty-five minutes of fervent kissing and caressing, and neither of them could take much more without needing relief.

He leaned up, hovering over her.

"Can I take a five minute break. I need to take care of something."

"It wouldn't be something associated with that log digging into my leg, would it?"

"Maybe. It won't take long."

"Don't take care of it yourself. Bring some tissues and massage lotion."

Matt looked questioningly at her.

"It's okay. You're not pushing and I'm good with it."

Matt left and returned with the requested items. Dianne took them from him, setting them on the couch beside her. Looking into his eyes, she released the buckle on his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered the zipper. In one quick movement, she shoved his jeans to the floor, revealing his huge bulge angled to the side and nearly peeking up under the elastic. She pulled down his jockeys and gulped, as his prick sprang forth in all its exuberance. Big and hard, it twitched with his heartbeat, jutting forth from a nice set of balls, which hung between his legs.

Dianne picked up the lotion and squirted some into her hand. She wrapped her right hand around his cock, exerting barely any pressure, and slowly started stroking him. Her left hand moved to fondle his heavy sack.

"I told you this wouldn't take long, didn't I?" Matt panted. "It's going to happen soon."

"You did."

Inside a minute, she felt the telltale signs of his impending release. She aimed him at her breasts and kept stroking, looking forward to the feeling of his cum spraying her tits.

"Aaaahhh, fuck!" Matt said. His eyes widened and he emitted a low-pitched moan as jets of hot, heavy, cream pulsed from the end of his prick, splattering over her tits and dripping down. Dianne didn't stop stroking until she had thoroughly drained him. After massaging the last few drops from his mast, she wiped herself off with the tissues.

"That was quite the load, Matthew," Dianne said, dabbing away at the cum splattered all over her boobs.

"It was quite the build up," he replied.

She wiped off his cock before pulling up his boxer briefs.

"I can trust you without your jeans on, can't I?" Dianne asked.

"Yes."

"Good. Kick them off and I want to feel your skin against mine as you to do the same for me. It's not going to take me long either."

"Do you want me to remove your underwear, or just go under them."

Dianne gave the question serious thought. "Don't take them off. I still don't think I trust myself. Less than I trust you, anyway."

Matt kicked off his jeans and got back on the couch with her. He kissed her gently and languidly explored her body. His hands moved with confidence, he wasn't hesitant or afraid to touch anything this time. For ten minutes, he caressed her upper body, paying special attention to her breasts, before sliding his hand under her thong to find her very wet core. She moaned as he inserted a couple of fingers into the source of her honey. His thumb strummed lightly over her clitoris. Her back arched as she moaned into his mouth, thrusting her hips against his hand. He waited for the first waves of her orgasm to pass, pulled his fingers out, and licked them clean. For the next few minutes, Matt held Dianne tightly as she shivered through brief aftershocks.

"Wow," Dianne panted. "That was intense. You'd better head to bed now, or I'm going to do something I might regret."

"You can have my bed. I'll take the couch," Matt said.

"Nonsense, it's your apartment. I can sleep on the couch. It's plenty big enough for me. It looks a little cramped for you to stretch out on."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure about a lot of things right now, but I'm sure about that."

From his bedroom, Matt retrieved a pillow and blanket, as well as a sheet to cover the sofa. He quickly made a bed for her on the couch, as she utilized his bathroom to brush her teeth and use the facilities. Matt entered the bathroom as she was exiting it, and Dianne kissed him briefly goodnight. She went to her makeshift bed and lay down, staring out at the starry night sky outside. Burrowing her nose into the pillow he'd given her, straight off his bed, she could smell his shampoo. As she listened to him take a fast shower, she couldn't help but imagine him lathering his spectacular body in suds and washing his hair with the scented shampoo that filled her nostrils. She was nearly overwhelmed with emotion when she realized it had been eighteen months since she'd felt anything like this.

"Robert," Dianne whispered, "I wish I could have had more time with you. Unfortunately, time was not on our side. I hope you can forgive me for falling in love again because I truly need to be with someone special like you. I think you'd like him. He reminds me of you in all the right ways."

Robert didn't answer and Dianne sighed in frustration. She slid her hand down her belly and into her panties, still so turned on that her fingers were immediately coated in her moistness. She touched herself until she had another orgasm, intermittently switching between stroking her clit and sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her tension slightly eased, she rolled over and snuggled into the blanket, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. Sleep proved to be elusive. An hour later, she was still awake and wound tighter than a drum.

"Fuck," she mumbled. Dianne couldn't stop thinking about Matt in the next room. She imagined his strong, hard body sprawled out in his bed, with that beautiful cock standing at attention, demanding to be stroked. Finally giving in to her desire, she arose from the couch and walked to his bedroom door, carrying her pillow under her arm.

Knocking softly, she called out, "Matt, are you awake?"

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"Can I come in, please?"

"Yeah. Come on in."

Dianne entered the bedroom and found Matt partially reclined in bed, leaning on his elbows, a sheet covering the apparent bulge of his groin. She could barely restrain herself from staring at the evidence of his arousal.

"Do you have any condoms?" Dianne asked softly, standing beside the bed.

"Any I did have would be at least two years old now. I'm not sure I'd trust them to do what they're supposed to do. My last two girlfriends have been on birth control."

"I want to have sex with you so bad and I'm not on birth control."

"I don't think I should have sex with you yet. I think it's early in our relationship. For the first time in a long time, you're getting all these emotions you've closed yourself off from. I tell you what. If you still feel this way in a month, I'll be happy to have sex with you. For now, let's put sex off the table."

"That's exactly the reason I want to have sex with you right now. You're so kind and honorable. I trust you to do what you think is best for me even when I'm feeling exactly like I'm feeling."

"Well, it's getting harder every second you're standing there looking like a goddess. Give me a minute to put something on, then if you want, you can sleep in here with me."

Dianne turned away to give Matt privacy as he put something on. When he said it was okay, she faced him again, taking note that he was back in bed wearing a t-shirt and sport shorts, with the sheet thrown back ready for her to climb in next to him. Lying down beside him, she felt him mold himself against her body, simultaneously wrapping his arms around her and firmly pulling her into the warmth of his chest. She cuddled back against him, enjoying both the heat of his body and the pressure of his cock wedged against her bottom, and quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.

******
Dianne awoke the next morning with his arms still around her. She felt safe and protected in a way she hadn't for a long time. Gently lifting his arm, she rolled over so she could watch him sleep. She remained in that position, reveling in the quiet observation of his sleeping form and delighting in the contented smile on his lips, which matched her own until the call of nature made her get up. Sliding silently out of the bed, she made her way to the bathroom to take care of her morning ablutions.

Wanting to surprise Matt with breakfast in bed, she headed into the kitchen. There, she scrounged up the ingredients for some scrambled eggs, a la Dianne: a little onion, a dash of milk, a sprinkle of cheese, and some small chopped-up pieces of hard salami. She cooked everything for a few minutes, ensuring they still had a little moisture left in them. She dished up the eggs, poured some orange juice, loaded a tray with her surprise breakfast, and proceeded to carry everything into the bedroom.

"Knock, knock," she said, "breakfast is on, Matthew Sanders."

He sat up and saw Dianne standing at the door, dressed unfortunately. She'd looked spectacular wearing much less attire last night. She came into the room and set the tray on the bed.

"I want to thank you for being a perfect gentleman last night, treating me with the utmost of respect. You could have had your way with me, birth control or not, and I appreciate that you didn't take advantage of me. I'm so glad my scheme to get your attention on the 'River Queen' was successful, because everything Chloe says about you is true. I find my life to be richer and more enjoyable with you in it, Mr. Sanders. So much so, I would like to offer to make all weeknights open for study sessions, as I am perfectly willing to share those evenings with you, just as I do Wednesday."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Rogers, but I can't possibly spend any more time with you than I already do," Matt said.

"Why would that be, Mr. Sanders?"

"I find myself unbearably aroused whenever I'm in your company and must sexually relieve myself at frequent intervals. This is already happening so frequently I'm developing calluses on these two fingers." He held up the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. "Additionally, my left hand is becoming stronger than my right and my cock is developing a decided lean to the left. Spending more time in your company would only exacerbate the problem. Take last night for example. Even after you so graciously took care of my problem, I was still so aroused I needed to stroke myself after I came to bed. You almost found me in corpus delicti."

Dianne choked back a snicker. "That does seem to be a rather severe problem, but I have a solution which wouldn't require us to give up precious time together."