I tried to be jovial and upbeat, but it was difficult under the circumstances. Brandy’s husband had died of a heart attack two months earlier.
I liked her, especially her sunny disposition and ready smile. The best part of her personality was a unique honesty, an openness and willingness to talk about anything. She kept no secrets.
On this occasion, she was at the banana stand in the grocery store. Brandy wore a baseball cap and short shorts revealing a phenomenal ass. She looked good. However, she had lost some of that sparkle.
She managed a lovely smile and said, “I’m alright, Walter. It’s just not the same without Tyler bein’ around. I never could have imagined being a widow at thirty-three. I keep seeing him walking around the house with his cock hanging out of his pajamas. He never liked those pajamas. Tyler said it irritated the hell out of his cock. I can’t understand why he kept wearing them.
“You won’t think I’m a nasty girl for saying this banana reminds me of him, will you Walter?” She held up one of the larger bananas.
I laughed. “Yeah, it might come in handy some night. Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. I couldn’t resist.”
“Oh Walter, you are as naughty as ever.”
I agreed. I was always flirting with her. She didn’t seem to mind. She liked the attention. At parties, we would occasionally be dance partners with my hands all over her ass. My wife, Connie, didn’t approve. Neither did her late husband, Tyler.
I was now with a lovely widow thinking unseemly thoughts. Could this be my lucky day? I wondered. How could I move this thing forward?
“Look, Brandy, if you need anything, give me a call. We’re just down the street.
“Thanks, Walter. I’ll keep that in mind.”
I saw Brandy several times in the neighborhood and a couple of times in the store. Otherwise, we never had contact with each other. I never lost hope.
Hope arrived in the most unexpected way. It was winter and the snow made the streets treacherous. Brandy had just pulled out of her driveway in the early morning before the streets had been plowed. As she passed our house, her car crashed into our parkway oak. The tree took the punishment with only a few scratches. Brandy’s car didn’t fair as well.
I ran outside to help squeeze her out of the passenger side door. The driver’s side was smashed shut. Fortunately, she wasn’t injured but badly shaken up. Brandy was hysterical.
“Oh my God, Walter. I can’t believe this happened. The car is ruined. What do I do now?”
“Come inside and get warm. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.”
“But who should I call? What should I do?”
“First, try to relax. While you drink your coffee, I’ll call a tow truck. Then you call the insurance company. Everything will be fine.”
“You’re so calm Walter, just like Tyler.”
“Of course. It’s not my car,” and I gave her a wide grin.
“Where’s Connie?”
“She volunteers at the Humane Society feeding and walking the dogs.”
“Not a good day for that. Not a good day for driving either,” she grumbled.
“You’re right. I asked Connie not to go out on a day like this, but she insisted. Connie is away more than she’s home doing charity work. We hardly see each other.”
The phone calls were made; I poured her a second cup of coffee; then took her home.
I called later in the day to ask how she was.
“How you doin’, Peaches?” I asked.
“Better, I think. Thank you. Hey, you always call me Peaches. Why is that?
“Because you have a peachy personality.”
“Well, not so much these days.”
“I understand,” I said in my most convincing voice.
“We need to talk, Walter. Do you mind coming over for a drink this afternoon?”
“Well, maybe. I’ve got to shovel the driveway, and Connie won’t be home all day. Maybe we can come over later this afternoon when she gets home.”
“Honestly, Walter, I need to talk with you alone. It would be better if Connie wasn’t here.”
“Okay. What if I get there around four?”
“That will be fine.”
I didn’t get to her place until four thirty in the afternoon.
She greeted me with, “Hi Walter. I wasn’t sure you were coming. Join me for an afternoon drink.
“Of course. How about a beer?”
Brandy made herself a gin and tonic, heavy on the gin. I opened my beer.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa and after several gulps of her drink she said, “Do you mind if I confide in you?” She didn’t wait for the answer.
“I never knew how lonely it could be without a man. A woman isn’t a solitary creature, Walter. We need our creature comforts just like a man. I’m too young to be celibate. I took your advice with the banana. You know, Walter, it’s not the same as the real thing.”
It was my turn to do some serious drinking. I helped myself in the refrigerator and grabbed a second brew.
She swept a wisp of hair off of her forehead and continued. “I guess I’m being pushy here, but you were so kind and helpful today. I’m not surprised because you always were sniffing around me at our parties. It was all in good fun back then. I enjoyed the attention and, thank goodness, nothing ever came of it. You know that I never could have cheated on Tyler.”
“Of course. I knew that.”
“Things have changed so much now that Tyler is gone. Maybe sometime, you can help me out like you offered while I was buying veggies last fall. Don’t think I didn’t know what you meant at the grocery store with that, ‘if you need anything’ remark. You’re pretty transparent, Walter.
“Now I keep having dreams of you and I together. You know, intimately together. Oh my God, Walter, I’m so horny and I need a man. I need a good man like you. I just don’t want to go online and have a one-night stand with a stranger. You are welcome here anytime, but Connie can never find out, okay?”
It was the first time a woman had come on to me like that. It was usually the other way around.
“Look, Connie will be at church all day tomorrow. There’s some kind of social she’s organizing. What if I come by around eleven in the morning?”
“Oh Walter, really? I can’t wait.”
The phone rang at ten thirty Sunday morning. It was Brandy. “Are you still coming over?”
“Certainly. I’ll be over in a half hour.”
I shaved and splashed after-shave over my face and chest, then wore my best khakis.
I rang her doorbell. She opened the door with a seductive smile like the women in Viagra ads. She gave me a big hug and a kiss.
“Walter, I’m so nervous. I haven’t been with a man other than Tyler since we were married. That was ten years ago. I’m out of practice. Maybe we can take it slow, and you can sort of show me the ropes.”
“It’s not that complicated, Peaches. Don’t over-think it. Follow the dictates of your body. Do what comes naturally. Most men can be satisfied pretty easily. We aren’t complicated creatures.”
“Okay, let me go in and change, then I’ll give you a massage. The bedroom is this way,” and she pointed to a room down the hall.
When she was in the bathroom changing, I stripped down to my briefs. She came out of the bathroom wearing a titillating mesh baby doll with g-string.
“Wow!” is all I said.
“You like it?”
“Is water wet?”
“I like your briefs too. The red lips on them make it sexy.”
“Yeah, I got them as a birthday gift last year.”
“Lay on your stomach, and I’ll rub your shoulders.”
While she massaged my neck and shoulders, she asked, “Do you think sex in the morning is as good as at night?”
“Oh, I think it depends on your mood.”
“Are you in the mood, Walter?”
“Of course. I’m always in the mood. How about you?”
“I was awake all night waiting for the sun to come up. Does that answer your question?”
“It does.”
“You have really strong muscles, Walter. You seem a little tense. Maybe I can release some of that tension. Turn over.”
Her hands flowed over my chest working their way down to my crotch.
“Maybe it would be better if you took off these shorts.”
I nodded in agreement. She helped me out of my briefs flipping them on the floor.
One hand gripped my semi-erect cock, the other gently stroked my balls. She whispered, “In my dreams, you get really hard before we make love. I still have the pills Tyler used. Do you want to try one or do you think a blow job will do the trick?”
“I’m okay with you helping me,” I groaned.
Brandy wasn’t shy about using her mouth. Her lips, tongue and throat all took part until the veins on my cock felt like they would burst. My erection was purple with desire.
“It’s just like I dreamed it would be, Walter. You are really well endowed once you get it up.”
“Let me help you out of your panties, Peaches. I need to return the favor.”
She raised her hips so that I could peel off her delicate lingerie.
My tongue quickly found an engorged clit. Peaches needed little foreplay. Her pussy was already slick. I penetrated her silky snatch slowly at first, but her hips told me she wanted it fast, hard and deep. Her moans and cries made it clear she craved each and every thrust, the harder the better.
I held out as long as I could. When I came, it was a gusher. My final strokes squished out volumes of cum. Her pussy was white with my creamy fluids.
“Oh Walter, that was spectacular. Did you enjoy my orgasms?”
“Peaches, you’re the best. Each orgasm gripped my cock like a throbbing heartbeat.”
We kissed a deep kiss. She said, “You need to stay all afternoon, Walter. The next time I want you to cum on my face. I love facials.”
“I’d love to, Peaches, but really I can’t. Connie will be home in an hour, and I’ve got some paperwork at home to finish up.”
“Can we get together again sometime soon?” she begged.
“Well, Connie has chorus practice on Thursday nights. How about then?”
“Perfect. My period starts on Monday, so by Thursday I’ll be good-to-go.”
“You can time it that precisely?” I asked.
“Sure, like clockwork. I get really horny just before that time. It’s kind of a signal that I’m due. You probably noticed. Anyway, I’ll start my birth control pills again tonight.”
“What? Do that mean we weren’t protected today?”
“Don’t worry, Walter. Today is one of my safe days.”
I hoped she was right.
Our weekly Thursday rendezvous continued over the next five months until Connie’s chorus went on summer vacation. Along the way, each Thursday Brandy had a new bag of tricks she had learned from Cosmo, the woman’s magazine. We faithfully tried them all out. She was so creative in bed and definitely not shy.
Brandy begged and begged me to stay the night on most occasions. It didn’t happen except for one week when Connie was out of town with the chorus at a music seminar.
That night, Brandy had one too many gin and tonics. Then came the shocker! I couldn’t believe what I heard.
“I’ve never told you my whole story, Walter. The truth is I became a cum slut in college. I slept around starting my freshman year and soon learned I loved sex, especially jets of warm creamy fluid spewing into my mouth. The salty taste of cum is so sexy. That’s why I have you cum on my face so often. Yum, I love to swallow but you already know that. My sophomore year, I went to a lot of frat parties, and was the girl of interest.”
“What does that mean?”
“I was gang banged. The first time was scary. The next time I knew what to expect making sure a few of the guys came in my mouth. Later, the guys knew I liked it. They gave me a nickname. They called me ‘Semenette’. Sounds like I was a whore, right?”
“It sounds like you found your passion.”
“I didn’t graduate, of course. Too much partying and fucking. Tyler and I met at a bar when I was twenty-three, and he was thirty. He took me home that night and proposed on our third date. The rest is history.”
Her whole story nearly made me cum on the spot. Believe me, that night was one for the ages. We woke up in the morning enjoying one more cum shot.
After Connie’s chorus went on a summer break, Peaches and I never again shared a bed together.
It turned out that I wasn’t her only lover. Sometime around the end of April or the first of May, she met someone online in a widows dating site. He lived in a town a few miles away and had lost his wife in an auto accident. They met, and they were screwing each other at the same time as our Thursday liaisons.
To tell the truth, when I found out, my self-esteem took a hit. I eventually recovered, of course, but it took time. I always tried to avoid her, especially at block parties when she was with her boyfriend. She would always come up to me to say hello. I wonder if Peaches ever knew how much that hurt.
Most people won’t believe this, but it’s true. On the Fourth of July a year later, a woman, after having had too many tequilas, slammed into my parkway oak tree.
