Summer Surprise Pt. 02

She quickly disrobed, leaving only those ridiculously small black underwear on.

Matt stared at the near naked vision in front of him and felt his body respond of its own volition: his heart rate increased, blood rushed to his cock, and his thinking began to get cloudy. "You're not helping matters in the slightest. What solution are you offering?"

"After we eat breakfast, you can practice masturbating with your right hand, ensuring that it will gradually strengthen to match the left. This way both of your hands will be equally calloused, and your cock will straighten out instead of leaning to one side. Besides, I think I too shall have to learn to switch hands because I'm developing a similar problem. When I paddle the pink canoe, I tend to use my left hand to stroke my pussy and my right to stroke my breasts. It's causing a slight callus on the left side of my clit. If I'm to develop a callus on my clit, it should at least be symmetrical, don't you think?"

"By all means," responded Matt, grinning.

"Alternatively, we could do as we did last night and take over those functions for each other. I leave it to you to decide which is the more favorable accommodation.

Matthew laughed. "Both of those ideas are exceptional. Perhaps we could find a reasonable solution to both of our problems by using some combination of the two."

"I agree, at least until I can start birth control and you will agree to have sex with me. After we eat, we shall practice using our right hands. Otherwise, we may find ourselves to be grotesque caricatures of humans, fit only for freak shows: the man with the monstrous left arm and the woman with the deformed clit. Perhaps we shall even throw in a little gratuitous fondling. What say ye?"

"A reasonable compromise."

Dianne laughed. "Here's your breakfast Mr. Sanders. Eat up."

She got into bed and they ate breakfast. Observing Matt's uncomfortably large-sized lump under the sheet, Dianne pointed and asked, "Is it like that every morning or is this morning special?"

"A combination, I think. I usually have some morning wood, which dissipates once I've used the bathroom, but I must say, you look splendid this morning. Have I told you how much I admire your breasts?"

"Not yet. I'm listening."

"I think they're nearly perfect. Not too big, not too small, perfectly sized perky tits with a jaunty tilt to them. And the nipples! Mmwwahhh. Perfecto. Hard little nubbins I love to suck on, topping perfectly sized areolae."

"How do they compare with the magnificent melons Yolanda sported last weekend in that awesome gold bikini?"

"Yolanda has been generously endowed in the breast department, no question. They are lovely boobs and Marty is a lucky guy because he gets to see them in all their naked sumptuousness, but they are a trifle large for my taste. I imagine gravity will be unkind to Yolanda as she gets older, but I could see your tits remaining tempting well into old age."

"Do you always know the right thing to say to a girl to keep her spirits up?"

"I don't know. If I were having this conversation with Yolanda, she might not be as pleased with the results as you are."

"True. But you probably wouldn't be saying the same things to her as you said to me."

"Not if I have a single brain cell in my head."

Dianne laughed. "What about Chloe? She said if she liked boys, I wouldn't stand a chance with you."

"Ah, Chloe is a lovely woman, who I shall always love in one way or another, but she doesn't like boys and she had her chance. It doesn't pay to go backward."

"Another politic answer, Sanders. Since you've finished your breakfast, I think it's time to show me what you've got, right hand only."

"You're going to watch?"

"Consider me your muse. Besides, how else will I know you're not cheating and using your left hand? Plus, I'd like to pick up some pointers. Most men have a specific way they like to have it done, and I might as well see what yours is so I'm prepared when I'm tasked with taking care of the problem.

"You did pretty well last night."

"I intend to get better with more practice."

"Damn, I've got to use the bathroom first. I've already overshot my usual bladder draining by thirty minutes."

"Don't come back with unclean hands, Sanders. Cleanliness is next to Godliness."

Matt grinned, ran to the bathroom, and returned five minutes later, carrying a towel, after draining the lizard, brushing his teeth and hair, and scrubbing his hands clean. When he entered, Dianne was lying naked on the bed, legs slightly parted, with a pillow bunched under her head.

Abruptly halting, he was unable to stop himself from gawking. Her perfect pussy mesmerized him and he instantly loved everything about it. Taking in every detail, he realized that last night, when he'd been groping in her panties, he'd failed to notice that it was trimmed back, clipped close, a neat little triangle.

"You like what you see, Matt?"

"Flawless. I thought you weren't removing your underwear?"

"That was last night. This morning, I'm going to masturbate for you and I'm not going to dive under my already soaked panties to do that. Besides, my pussy hasn't been this manicured in a long time. It was pretty shaggy, my personal Chewbacca, Jr. until I trimmed back for the camping trip when I knew I'd be wearing a bikini. Before coming over yesterday, I put some finishing touches on it, since I was pretty sure you'd end up seeing it and I wanted to look good if you did."

"Mission accomplished. That is the tastiest looking twat I've ever seen, bar none."

"Speaking of tasty, if you're not going to fuck me for a month, we need a few ground rules regarding oral: first, no oral for at least three weeks; second, hands-only below the waist, or I won't be able to hold out for long and you'll get fucked. Even now, I feel like I'm doomed. Have we got a deal?"

"You might have to put a muzzle on me, but yeah, deal."

"Do I have to tie your left hand down, or are you going strictly righty?"

"You wouldn't have to tie it down if I could play with a breast with my left?" Matt asked hopefully.

"Fine."

Matt climbed into bed beside Dianne. She turned to face him so she could watch, halfway lying on her right breast. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, which was already three-quarters hard, and reached out with his left hand to fondle Dianne's left breast.

"It feels unnatural doing it this way."

"Tell me about it. My left hand is itching to creep down and start flicking the bean. The only reason I'm not is so I can pay more attention to you."

Matt laughed, but it quickly turned into an awkward groan. "I can't believe I'm going to do this in front of you."

Gripping himself loosely at first, he curled his fingers around his shaft and lightly began exerting pressure as he slowly stroked up and down. Feeling slightly embarrassed and yet incredibly turned-on, he gradually felt waves of pleasure begin to build. His breathing became more labored as a drop of precum oozed from the slit on the crown of his cock.

When Dianne reached over and smoothed the drop of cum all over the head of his cock, Matt quickly inhaled, his breathing becoming jagged-sounding. A low moan escaped his lips.

May I play with your balls while you're busy with the bat?" Dianne asked.

"If you do, I won't last long," he puffed.

"It's not a contest," Dianne said sliding a hand over his thigh and into the nest of curls on his sack.

She meant it too. For Dianne, this was a sensory-rich experience that she wanted to thoroughly enjoy. She reveled in the feeling of palming his balls, their weight rolling along her fingers, as she stroked them. She listened to Matt's breathing become hard and fast, with interspersed shallow groans, and felt the rhythm of her breathing increase. Her eyes avidly followed the movement of his hand rapidly stroking up, down, up, down.

"You're about to cum, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh. So close, so fucking close, aauuugggh."

His balls leaped in her hand and his cock flexed in front of her eyes. A ribbon of cum about nine inches long flew up and out, hitting Matt in the face. Two more rapidly followed, hitting his neck and chest. The final few bursts more or less just dribbled out.

She got the towel and started wiping Matt down. "Wow. I wonder what that would have felt like in my pussy. That flew three feet at least."

Matt was laughing. "God, I almost had my own cum for breakfast."

"I probably will have mine. I'll have to lick my fingers clean they'll be so wet."

"I could lick them clean for you."

"You do housecleaning too, do you?"

"Chores as fun as that, yes."

Dianne smiled. "My turn next. You can keep fondling a boob. Probably should move to the right one so my tits don't become deformed either."

Matt laughed again, switching breasts as Dianne turned onto her back. "Right hand, right hand," she murmured, moving it down to her neatly trimmed pubic lips.

"Time to paddle the pink canoe. Get a little liquid lube to start," sticking a couple fingers into her vagina, which was indeed liquid in anticipation. "Spread it around, get everything all slick and juicy. A little more for the boatman." Fingers sliding inside again, making her gasp in pleasure. "That feels so good and I need this so bad." Fingers sliding out again, fluid clinging to her fingers, a couple viscous strings extending between them. "Find the button and row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream." Fingers sliding on either side of her clitoris, accompanied by ragged breaths.

Matt leaned down and engulfed one of her nipples in his mouth, gently suckling the taut bud. Dianne gasped, arching against his tongue.

"So good! So, so good. Mama likes. Mama likes a lot," Dianne moaned, eyes closed, her fingers sluicing faster through her folds.

Gathering more dew with a brief trip back to the slick tunnel, sliding back to her clit, spiking up out of her folds, white and rigid.

"Cum," Matt whispered, reminding her she was being watched. Dianne gave a strangled scream and orgasmed, her pussy pulsing with waves of pleasure. Matt inserted two of his fingers while hers continued thrumming against the tiny instrument of her pleasure. She rode the waves for several minutes, shivering, quaking, and finally slowing.

Dianne's eyes remained closed, letting the aftershocks chase the high. Matt pulled her hand up and sucked on her fingers, his other hand still buried in her cunt, enjoying the dying spasms of her orgasm. She opened her eyes and watched him lick her fingers.

"I can't imagine what sex with you will be like. That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had."

"Hopefully, you won't have to imagine forever."

Dianne kissed him.

"Listen, I should probably leave after I help you clean up. I need to change my clothing and do some studying before your family gets here. After the play, I'd like them to stay the night instead of driving back to Madison, so we can spend more time with them tomorrow. Your mom and Beth could sleep in your bed and you could sleep on the couch. Elaine could stay with me and share my bed. Then, late tomorrow morning, we could meet up for brunch, before they have to head back home."

"That sounds like a great plan. I'd maybe put my mom in your bed instead of Elaine so she doesn't have to climb the stairs, but we can definitely talk about it."

"Good. If someone else is going to sleep in your bed tonight, we need to change the sheets. They smell like sex."

"And we didn't even have any."

"Did the next best thing, or second next best thing anyway. Move, Romeo."

Before getting re-dressed, Dianne helped him change the sheets and wash the dishes. She felt a bit funny running around his apartment naked, but enjoyed the fact that she was feeling connected enough with him to be able to lower her inhibitions. It was nice feeling so close to someone else again. She kissed softly as she left, leaving a whisper of promise on his lips.

******

When Matt arrived at Dianne's, minutes before his family did, Chloe had already left to prepare for her stage appearance.

"I told them to come here to pick us up," Matt said.

Dianne kissed him briefly. "Good to know, stud."

"Please tell me you're not going to call me stud in front of my family. Besides, you don't even know if I am a stud."

"I have a little more savoir faire than that. I also have a good imagination."

Matt laughed just as his family knocked on the door.

Dianne opened it. "Welcome to my humble abode. Please come in."

Matt hugged all of his family members.

"Was that you laughing when we came to the door?" Beth asked as Matt was hugging her.

"It was."

"I thought you forgot how to laugh. What's changed?"

"I think we can blame that unlikelihood on my new girlfriend, Dianne," Matt said, putting his arms around her. "We've been dating since Memorial Day?"

"What happened on Memorial Day?" Elaine asked.

"We were both taking a river cruise on the 'River Queen' paddlewheel. It was a rough day for Dianne. She met her previous husband on Memorial Day. At Chloe's suggestion, she was on the cruise to take her mind of it."

"I pretended I was going to throw myself into the water, hoping to create a damsel in distress scenario which would get Matt to try and rescue me, also at Chloe's suggestion. She said Matt needed to rescue someone to help forget his own problems."

"Matt is very good at rescuing people," Elaine said. "I should know."

"What kind of problems did you have?" Georgina said. "Why didn't I know about any problems you were having? Maybe I could have helped."

"He fell in love with the wrong woman," Dianne said. "Someone who wasn't free, married I think, wasn't it Matt?"

"You fell in love with a married woman? How foolish is that. Why would you even date a married woman?"

"He didn't know she was married," Dianne said. "That only came out after he fell in love with her."

Elaine looked at Dianne gratefully.

"Anyway, tonight is the closing night of Chloe's show and we have to wine and dine her afterwards. She said it's a theater tradition. She's lying of course, but we thought we'd indulge her because the play is excellent and she deserves it. If you're hungry now, I have bagels and cream cheese to nibble on, but the main meal isn't until tonight after the show."

"I don't think we can stay for that," Georgina said. "It will be so late by the time we get back to Madison."

"Don't go back to Madison tonight," Dianne said. "Two of you can stay in Matt's bed. One of you can stay in mine. Matt will sleep on the couch at his place. We can gather again tomorrow and get to know one another better. I'd like to become better acquainted with Matt's family since we seem to be forming a thing."

"Please, Mom," Beth pleaded. "We don't get to see Matt and Chloe nearly enough and Dianne seems cool too. I think it would be loads of fun."

"We don't have any night clothes, and nothing clean to put on tomorrow," Georgina warned.

"If you don't mind big baggy t-shirts," Matt said, "you've got night clothes. Besides, you're not going to church, so what's the difference if you wear the same clothes two days in a row. We can throw them in the wash if you're so particular."

"Okay, I guess you talked me into it."

"Great!" Matt said. "I was thinking Mom could stay here so she didn't need to climb the steps, Elaine and Beth could bunk at my place."

"If it's all the same to you, Mother," Elaine said. "I'd like to stay here, find out what kind of woman my baby brother is interested in."

"No, that's fine. I don't mind the steps that much. I'm not ancient yet. By the way, Matt, I'm waitressing again. A nicer class of restaurant, so it pays better. No more clucks and a grunt. More like 'what wine would you like with your duck a l'orange, sir', kind of place."

"Why? You haven't worked in eleven years."

"With Christopher in jail now, I don't need to be around to protect Beth anymore and I needed to work to both pay the bills and keep myself occupied. Don't worry it's fine."

"What's going to happen to dear old dad?" Matt asked.

"Well, they have the goods on him for a lot of nasty stuff. If he gets convicted of it all, he's facing life in prison. I think he's going to attempt to get a split sentence plea deal allowing him to be released sometime in his mid-seventies. He would do a twenty-year jail term, followed by lifelong probation, mandated ankle monitoring, no computer usage, and counseling because of the porn. That outcome would work out fine for us. His conviction would ensure numerous things: my divorce would become final and I'd become a free woman again, our bank accounts would be unfrozen, and I'd have access to our savings."

"Is that enough for all the pain he caused you, Elaine?" Matt asked.

"I wouldn't mind if he were neutered, but otherwise I'm satisfied. It's twice as long as I suffered."

"If no one wants to grab a nibble, why don't we head to the Community Theater," Matt said. "I'll drive if you don't know where you're going, Mom."

"Do you still remember how to drive?"

"I still have all my mental faculties and no physical impairments. I think I can handle driving ten blocks."

"I wish one of you had a car in case of emergencies."

"I have a car, Mrs. Sanders," Dianne said.

"You have a car?" Matt asked. "How did I not know this?

"How do you think I got here from North Carolina? You don't know about it because I rarely use it. I don't need it to get anywhere in La Crosse, so driving around would just cost me gas and maintenance fees. I do the basics only, start it up every couple weeks, and maintain my insurance, so I can drive it if I need to."

"Shit! Now I can take you to the Dells."

"Language, Matthew Sanders," Georgina said. "Why do young people feels such a compunction to swear?"

"Sorry. Because it's no big deal anymore."

"It's always a big deal if you don't want to be considered vulgar and uncouth."

"I am plenty couth," Matt said. "Ask anyone."

"It's true, Mrs. Sanders. Other than the occasional swear word, Matt is one of the nicest gentleman I've ever met. I wish all men were like him."

"It's nice to know I wasn't a complete failure raising him. Here are the keys to the car. Try to maintain a little decorum for Beth and me, even if no one else cares."

"I don't care either, mom," Beth said. "Shit is the mildest of the nasty words I hear all the time."

"The world is a lot less genteel than when I was young."

******

When they got to the theater, Matt led them all to the front row.

"Chloe got us these seats. She hasn't used any of the free seats she gets as the star. Used them all up today," Matt said. "She's going to come out and say 'hi' before the play starts."

Fifteen minutes before the show was to start, Chloe came out holding the hand of another young woman.

"Hey, all, this is my new friend, Monica. I met her after the performance last night. She's going to be sitting with you tonight. Monica actually knows what 'Citizen Kane' is."

"What's Citizen Kane?" Beth asked.

"Your education is sadly lacking, pumpkin. You should ask Monica during dinner, it will give you a topic of conversation. She'll be joining us. Don't worry, I'll pay for her food. I have to get backstage but please get acquainted," Chloe said, before quickly disappearing again.

"I'll do the honors," Matt said. "Monica, my name is Matthew Sanders. These lovely ladies are: Georgina, my mother; Elaine and Beth, my sisters; and Dianne Rogers, my date, as well as Chloe's roommate."

Monica shook everyone's hand as she was introduced. "My full name is Monica Franklin," she said. "Citizen Kane is one of the best movies ever made. I know about Dianne, but how do the rest of you know Chloe?"

"I was her first college boyfriend," Matt said. "We dated for about six months. She met my family through me."