Bobby had to remind Mandy that he had lawns to mow and was already an hour late getting started. Fortunately, the very beginning of Florida’s short winter was upon them, and lawns didn’t grow so fast, so the work would be lighter, and some might not even need mowing, but he’d visit every home just to be sure.
Driving him home, Mandy kept looking over at him, occasionally catching his eye, which prompted smiles, undoubtedly for the same reason. They’d had the most marvelous night of their short life together, and they positively glowed with the memory and the love they shared. As they neared Bobby’s home, a different thought intruded. When will we get to have another whole night together?
“What time will you be done tonight?” Mandy asked after accepting a delicious kiss while sitting in his driveway.
“It’s hard to say this time of year. Why don’t I text you when I have an idea? Can we go out to dinner tonight?”
“I’d love that!”
“Someplace nice,” he said, feeling a celebration was in order.
Leaning over the console, he put a hand on her cheek and kissed her tenderly. His hand slipped down behind her neck and pulled her in for another kiss with mingling tongues.
“My beautiful Angel!” he said as he pulled back and took her all in.
“Bobby! I’m a mess!” she giggled, having thrown on a minimum of clothes in order to drive him home, but she appreciated the heartfelt sentiment.
“See you tonight!” he said after one quick buss on the cheek and got out of the car. He looked back just before opening his front door and saw her still sitting there watching him. Only when the door opened did she put the car in reverse and head home.
“Bobby? Is that you?” his mother called out from the kitchen.
“Mom!” he laughed as she appeared, “Who else would it be!?”
“Look at you! I don’t have to ask how it went. I can see it in your face! I’m so happy for you, Bobby!” she said as she pulled him in for a maternal hug.
“It was incredible! She was incredible! I love her, Mom! I really do!” he said, feeling like he had to convince her.
“I know. I could see it in your face when we talked last night! You’ve told her, haven’t you?”
“Yes. As soon as we got to her house. She loves me too!” he added as though she’d be surprised. His mother’s smile said, Of course, she does! “We’re going out to dinner tonight, and I guess back to her house, but it won’t be the same as last night,” he finished sadly.
“Why?”
“Because I won’t be spending the night. Mom, waking up with her this morning was so amazing! I can’t even begin to describe it!”
“So why aren’t you spending the night again?” she asked. “Her folks aren’t back till late tomorrow or Monday, right?”
“Oh! Yeah! We’d only planned the one night since I was supposedly cramming for finals! I have to call Mandy!” he said, reaching into his pocket for his phone, just as it rang.
She left him to make his call, surprised it hadn’t occurred to them, but also thankful the two were still such innocents.
“Mandy! I was just gonna call you! Do you think we could …”
“Bobby!” she interrupted, “Since your mom already knows about us, do you think you could stay tonight again?” He laughed. “Why are you laughing?” she added in a hurt tone.
“Because my mom just made the same suggestion!”
“Oh, Bobby! I can’t wait!”
“Me either! I get to sleep with my Angel again!”
“Oh, Bobby,” she said, and he could hear the tears running down her face. That sleeping with her again would be what first occurred to him was another sign that her love and trust in him were not misplaced. “I love you so much!”
“I love you too, Mandy!” he said when another thought occurred. “You know, I don’t work on Sundays!”
“Oh my God, yes!” she repeated, even more excited. “We don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, do we? Bobby, you make sure you text me when you’re almost done!” she demanded.
“I will! Goodbye, Angel!”
“Goodbye … Honey!” she said, trying out a name for him, though it didn’t feel right.
Minutes later, Bobby was heading out to his truck in his work clothes.
“Bobby! Aren’t you going to shower?” his mom asked, having smelled sex on him when he first came home.
“Why? I’ll just be covered in sweat in an hour or two. Who’s gonna notice?” he finished, though the thought of the customers, once ‘special’ to him, came to mind even though he’d had none on Saturdays.
He left, and twenty minutes later, he was pushing his mower through the grass, a lawn boy once again. It was early days in winter yet, so most lawns still needed it, and it didn’t really matter much how high the grass was. If it required mowing, it still took about the same time, but hustling and saving some time on all those that had accumulated over the day, and he was done about an hour earlier.
One more to go. Done in about 30 minutes, he texted Mandy.
Good! I can’t wait to see you again, she replied.
I’m gonna eat you up tonight.
Ooo, Bobby! I’m getting so excited! You know … wet?
Save some of it for me!
Yes, Sir!’ she replied with a laughing emoji. Can I sit on your face again tonight?
Yes, Ma’am! I can’t wait to feel your pussy on my face!
Oh God! Are we sexting? I’m getting so … horny! she replied. But I want to save it for tonight! What time should I pick you up?
About five?
Okay. See you then, Sweetheart! she typed, trying out another name, but not liking it, she deleted that word before sending.
No need for subterfuge, Mandy pulled into his driveway more than a few minutes early. She didn’t feel right just waiting in the car, so she went to the door and rang the bell.
“Mandy! I’m so happy to see you!” his mom said with such sincerity it caught Mandy off guard, as did the hug that followed when the door closed behind her.
“Thank you, Ma’am. It’s good to see you too! I feel I should thank you for being so understanding,” Mandy offered when trying to think of something to say.
“I remember what it’s like, and I know there’s no way I could stop you even if I wanted to, so it just seemed the right thing to do. I’m so happy for you both! He obviously loves you so!”
“I know, Ma’am. I love him, too!” she replied, getting a little choked up.
“You don’t have to call me ‘Ma’am’, Mandy. Call me Cora.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could do that,” she answered, showing how it conflicted with her polite upbringing.
“Mrs. Robinson then?” she countered, finding another reason to like this wonderful girl.
“Yes. That’ll work, Mrs. Robinson,” she replied, trying it on for size.
“Mandy!” Bobby cried enthusiastically as they ran to each other’s arms, feeling like they had nothing to hide from his mom. “I thought I heard the voice of an Angel!”
“Oh, Bobby!” she said, promising herself to get a better name for him than ‘Honey’ or ‘Sweetheart.’ “I love the way you hold me,” she whispered in his ear.
“Look at you! So beautiful!” he said, holding her at arm’s length to see her luscious body in the kind of simple black dress they say every woman needs.
She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “It matches my underwear.” A sheepish look on her face and the corner of her lip between her teeth showed how new this kind of talk was to her. Her face changed to one of delight when his eyes opened wide with her confession.
“Thank you, Mom! For everything!” he said, offering a quick hug.
“Yes, thank you again, Mrs. Robinson!” Mandy added just as Bobby put his arm around her to lead her out the door.
“Have a good time! And be safe!” she added, biting off a stronger warning about safe sex. She was pretty sure two such intelligent, respectful kids were taking precautions, but remembering the first time she’d been ‘late’ added a bit of worry to her otherwise happy state of mind.
“Such a naughty girl!” he said when they’d gotten in the car. “Telling me about your panties with my mom standing there!”
“I couldn’t resist!” she giggled. “Wanna see them now?” she asked with her fingers on the hem of her dress.
“No, I’ll wait to unwrap my present later!”
“Aww! I really love you, you know!”
“I know, and I love you just as much! Now, let’s go get some dinner! I can’t wait for dessert back at your house!”
“What dessert?” she asked, her turn to be the clueless one.
“You! Don’t you remember me telling you I was gonna eat you up tonight?”
“Oh yes! I remember that!” she answered, unconsciously touching her crotch in anticipation.
Bobby couldn’t help staring at this new side to the girl he loved. Still the quintessential good girl, she was developing a sexy, playful side that he liked – a lot. When he’d called her naughty, the memories of Mia and Riley returned, and he wondered whether Mandy might someday enjoy a little playful spanking. Still, if she remained exactly as she was now, she’d be everything and more he wanted.
Mandy noticed him looking at her and wondered what was going through his mind. She imagined him thinking about holding her naked body in his arms. She thought of herself modestly as a plain girl, but in his eyes, she knew she was more. Even so, she worried she wasn’t quite up to the level of the lovers he’d had before and promised herself to try just a little harder.
The maitre d seated them near a brick fireplace, offering the romantic spot after correctly identifying them as the young lovers they were. Their giggling, touching, and kissing attracted the attention of other patrons, most of whom remembered fondly that stage of newly requited love, finding it refreshing from those so young.
Mandy and Bobby were oblivious to the attention they were attracting, just enjoying each other’s company after the most fantastic night before, and knowing another was coming tonight.
“I’ve never been so happy in my whole life!” Mandy enthused when she caught Bobby staring at her with a loving smile.
“I’m going to try my best to make you even happier tonight!” he said innocently. “I can’t wait to have my dessert!”
“Ooo, Bobby! When you say things like that, I feel it right … right here, you know?” she said, shifting her body so he could see her touching her crotch. “Are you gonna … fuck me tonight?” she asked, surprising herself at the vulgar expression.
“Mandy!” he cried, both shocked and smiling. “I’m not … I’m never going to just ‘fuck’ you!” he started, but seeing a disappointed look on her face, added, “Unless that’s what you want me to do?”
“I think I do! I think I want you to give me that experience. You know, doing it just because it feels good! And then make love to me after! Does that make sense?”
“I think so,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I’m gonna make you cum like never before!” he added with a suggestive voice.
“Oh, Bobby! I can feel I’m getting wet again!” she whispered as she leaned in for another kiss. “Can we pay the check and get out of here?” she asked impatiently.
She almost had Bobby drive, but then worried a neighbor might see him. She’d wanted to tease him by grabbing his crotch, and actually did so while waiting at a traffic light, looking at him with a sultry smile, anticipating. She didn’t realize she’d be giving Bobby the same idea.
“Bobby! What are you doing?” she gasped, feeling his hand first on her knee, but then sliding up her thigh to the damp gusset of her panties.
“Mmm! I can’t wait to taste this!” he said, stroking the moist, lacy fabric.
“Not while I’m driving!” she said with alarm.
“Drive slower! I can’t resist touching you … right … here!” he said, as his finger landed at the top of her slit, rubbing in tiny circles to get to her clit.
“Oh my God! Stop! Please!” She pulled to the side of the road and slumped down in her seat to give him better access. Unaware they were in a residential neighborhood until a dog barked at the running car with headlights on, she sat back up. “Bobby! Stop! There are people around! Let me drive!”
He removed his hand, and she drove off, throwing quick, sexy smiles his way every couple of seconds. He looked straight at her when he held his finger up to his mouth, slid it in seductively, and made a show of pulling it out and enjoying the taste; her taste.
“Jesus, Bobby!” she laughed, and was about to tell him what she would do as soon as they got to her home, but decided against it.
Exiting the garage into the kitchen, she jumped into his arms, hugging and kissing him like she hadn’t seen him in weeks. The kiss grew even more passionate when his hands slid from her hips to her tits, pulling the dress with them. She took over, grabbing the dress and pulling it off over her head, not bothering with the zipper. She opened a few buttons of his shirt and did the same, before taking his hand and dragging him to her bedroom, where they fell into each other’s arms again at the foot of the bed.
Pulling away, he held them apart for a moment to take in the sight of her hot body in the sexy, black underwear trimmed with lace.
“Oh my God, Mandy! You look good enough to eat!”
“Good, that’s the look I was going for!” she said with a sexy smile as she opened his pants and dragged them down with his underwear. Dropping them at his feet, she grabbed his cock with both hands and put the end in her mouth for a half dozen hard pulls, sucking and licking. Standing again, she quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.
“Leave the panties on! Please?” he begged when she started on them. “They’re so sexy on you!”
“After that stunt you pulled in the car, I want to sit on your face! Now!”
“I’ll work around them … at first. Come on,” he said as he sat on the bed holding her hands, still staring at her panties.
He moved back on the bed, lay down, and motioned with his hands for her. Playing along, she climbed on the bed, standing above him, straddling his waist. Drawing from her self-love experience, one hand landed on her crotch, while the other massaged her tits.
“You like my sexy, black panties?” she said, closing her eyes as though enjoying her own touch. Stepping forward and turning at the same time, she presented her bottom to him. “You like the back, too, Bobby?” she said, dropping to her knees to sit on his chest, her ass inches from his face.
“Oh God! My beautiful Angel!”
Totally out of character, but driven by her love and lust, she shimmied her hips enticingly, pushing her ass into his face, before turning around to sit on his chest, facing him, with his head between her thighs.
“Are you ready for your dessert, Love?” she asked as she moved forward enough to rub the damp, satin gusset of her panties on his chin. “Didn’t you say you wanted to eat me up?” A little further forward, and his tongue could just barely reach her fragrant puss. She watched his nostrils expand, savoring her scent, with such a look of desire on his face. Pinning his arms under her calves, she was directly above him when she sat hard and ground her crotch into his face, saying, “But you have to take the candy out of its wrapper before you can eat it, don’t you?”
Mumbling his appreciation of her unexpected show, his lips and tongue did what they could before she lifted enough to allow him to speak. “Yes! Take them off!” Up on her knees, she moved back, pulling him up with her, holding his face to her chest.
“Take them off for me?” she asked, falling back into her usual demure demeanor. She stood up to allow him to pull them down, and with her hands on his shoulders, lifted each leg in turn to get them off.
Bobby held them open to appreciate them before covering his nose with them, inhaling deeply.
“Geez, Mandy! What got into you?”
“I don’t know, Bobby! I just did it!” she giggled. “Did you really like it?” she asked, wondering if maybe she’d gone too far.
“Like it? I loved it!” he enthused as he pulled her forward till she was standing directly over him. His tongue snaked out for a few furtive licks. “I think I’ll start my dessert, sitting up!” he declared before burying his face in her crotch, licking up the accumulated honey.
“Oh fuck, Bobby!” she cried on already shaky knees. She’d come close several times and now felt her climax coming at her like a wall she’d crash through. She felt his hands squeezing her ass and pulling him so forcefully into his face. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cum … cum … Oh My God!” she cried as the wall toppled. She fell to her knees, sitting in his lap and hugging his face to her chest, again sharing the tremors coursing through her body with him. “Oh my God, Bobby! How do you do that?” she gasped between breaths and short kisses.
“I’ll tell you later, but I haven’t finished my candy yet,” he said, borrowing her word. “Come,” he said, lying back again.
“I’m sure I will!” she cried as she moved back into the more conventional facesitting position.
She teased him, just touching her slippery lips to his mouth, and he teased her back, his tongue slithering out again with a soft touch and tender licks. His hands found her chest, and she pushed her modest tits into his massaging palms, moaning when he pinched her nipples lightly.
“Oh God, Bobby! It feels so good!” she sighed as she gave up teasing, stuffing her wet pussy hard in his mouth.
With his hands on her ass again, she let him guide her, trapped again between his hands and his face when he lifted his head to mash his face into her slit. So much pressure on her tender pussy, and his tongue squirming around in her wet slit, it wasn’t long before she could feel another climax coming.
He could feel her hips start moving and released his tight hold on her ass. The taste and feel of her pussy on his tongue was all he wanted, but she gave him more with her shuddering breaths and her body moving so sensually, so fluidly, like she’d been doing it all her life as her rocking hips pressed her delicious lips to his nose, mouth, and tongue.
“Bobby! I’m gonna cum again!” she cried as her body stiffened. “Oh my God!” she yelled when his mouth closed on her clit, nibbling, sucking, and flicking it with his tongue until her slit was again flooded with the precious juice he lapped up.
“Mmm!” he hummed into her pussy, feeling it quivering with her climax, “I love you, Angel!”
“I love you too!” she replied as she bent to kiss him, tasting her on his lips. “Your turn, Love!” she said, having found a word she liked.
“Just turn around, Mandy,” he instructed, and seconds later, his cock was in her stroking hands. “Mmm! So good!” he said when he felt her tongue licking the tip. “Now give me back that delicious pussy!” he added, pulling her back by her thighs and down onto his face.
“Oh! Oh! OH!” she mumbled with his dick in her mouth.
This was a position she’d heard of – sixty-nine – but had no idea it would be like this. She loved sucking his cock, but now had the distraction of her own arousal to contend with, finding it difficult to concentrate on either. Despite the conflicting pleasures, she could feel another climax building, trying even harder to give her full effort to him.
“Oh yes, Mandy! Yes! Yes!” he gasped into her pussy.
“I can feel it, Bobby!” she said with the sensation of his body stiffening. Concentrating her attention on the bulbous tip and stroking with one hand started the pulsing at the base she could feel with those fingers in the dike, so to speak. “Alright, Bobby! Cum for me!” she said, enveloping the tip once again and releasing her fingers.
“Oh God, Mandy!” he cried as his hips jerked with each pulse that continued after his load was expelled, but gradually diminishing. “Oh, my sweet Angel!” he sighed as she lay beside him, her chin resting on his chest, watching the waves of bliss pass through his face.
“Was that good, Love?” she asked, still needing reassurance that she was pleasing him.
“Oh, SO good, Angel!” he replied, loving the proud smile on her face and the kiss she smothered him with even more.
“Bobby? I think I want you to fuck me now!?” she phrased almost as a question, given his earlier reaction to calling what was so beautiful with her, something as vulgar as just fucking.
He thought he knew what she meant and wondered whether she was trying to prove her worth compared to his ‘special’ ladies. Or was her sexual desire so strong that she wanted to concentrate solely on the sex rather than the love behind it? He imagined it was a little of both, but saw no harm in giving her what she wanted.
“You want me to FUCK you, Mandy? Hm? Stuff my cock in your tight pussy and fuck you until you cum?”
“Yes! Please fuck me?” she pleaded, but reaching for his cock in its mostly flaccid state, added, “Oh, but you’re not … not ready?” she pouted. “How are we …”
“Give me some more of that sweet pussy of yours! That’ll get me hard in no time!” he offered, trying to keep the tone the same. When she rolled onto her back with her legs apart, he clarified, “No, right here!” Pointing to his lips and smiling, she got the idea and climbed on again, facing him. Bobby had the next new thing to show her in mind, though he didn’t need that as motivation to have her rub her pussy into his face.
“Are you gonna fuck me, Bobby? Gonna stuff this big cock in my … in my … cunt?” He couldn’t help it; it was so out of character for her. He sputtered a laugh into her rockin’ and rollin’ pussy. “Hey! Don’t laugh!” she complained, laughing too, “I’m trying!”
As though to make a point, her hips got even more energetic, grinding her sloppy wet lips into his face like she was punishing him for laughing, and in a way, she was. A couple of times, she lifted and dropped again, bouncing on his face, and decided she liked it, keeping it up. The squelchy noises from her crotch were enticing in themselves as she just kept getting wetter. Reaching back to check on him, she found him standing tall and proud. She moved to get up.
“No! Stay where you are!” he instructed, grabbing her thighs to keep her there. “Why don’t you stay on top? You can fuck me! Ride me!” he said, loving the sexy smile that grew each second. “Slide back,” he said as she was already doing so. “Come on, Mandy! Stuff my cock in your wet pussy and fuck me!”
He watched with amusement as she rose up, not quite in the right position, and had to move to align properly, but he loved the wide-eyed look when she finally lowered herself onto him.
“Oh! Ohh! Oh fuck, Bobby! Oh! Ohhh yeah!” she gasped as he filled her up, and she was sitting on his hips.
Her eyes were closed as she rotated her hips, savoring the feeling of being in control, but she had the cutest smile on her face when they opened; not at all like someone about to ‘fuck’ him. Her mouth opened when she lifted an inch or two, testing, and another sighing smile when she sat again. Each time a little further, and her eyes a picture of utter bliss.
“Ooo! I like this, Bobby!” she said, abandoning the salacious language. “Oh! Oh yeah,” she said in a sad voice, not believing how good it felt. Her lift and pace increased rapidly. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum already!” she gasped after less than two minutes posting on his long cock. “Oh Jesus!” she cried when Bobby added his movement to her bouncing, and she fell forward with her mouth open in a silent scream.
She landed on his chest, gripping his sides tightly, her body shaking violently at first but settling into spastic tremors she shared with him. Out of breath from both the exertion and the climax, her only voice was one of high-pitched whimpers and squeals.
“Oh my God, Bobby! I can’t … I can’t … do anymore! My legs are exhausted … from sitting on your … and this! Oh! Ohmigod! Bobby! Bobby!” she gasped as he took over with long, slow strokes. Rising up on her elbows, she mashed her lips to his, but her eyes showed fear.
“Are you okay? Mandy!” he asked when he stopped, afraid he was hurting her in some way.
“No! No, I mean, yes, I mean, don’t stop! Don’t … stop!”
He held her face in his hands, trying uselessly to brush her always messy hair away from her face. “Look at me, Mandy! Look at me! I love you! I love you so much!”
At a frenetic pace, they moved together again, neither believing the climax they could feel coming had not yet arrived. Eventually, it was all Bobby as Mandy had worn out again. Neither could speak, at least nothing intelligible, until another ‘Ohmigod’ screech from Mandy signaled her orgasm, and Bobby followed seconds later. They held each other as tightly as possible, sharing their body’s tremulous reactions with each other.
Mandy fell to his side in what would become her trademark position after being so completely satisfied; curled up in a fetal position within the crook of his arm, her head on his chest. Feeling like they could stay this way forever, they made no effort to move, luxuriating in the love that flowed from one body to the other. Many minutes later, Bobby stroking her back and kissing her hair brought her back to life, and she looked up at him.
“I love you, too, Bobby! So much!” she said, answering his statement of love from earlier. “Can we just lie here like this for a while?” she asked, partly with fatigue, but mostly thinking nothing could surpass what they’d just done.
“Of course we can, Angel,” he replied.
She stretched out her legs, groaning with the release of tension, and lay back beside him, her body propped up on his side. Another long period later, she lay her chest on his and kissed him tenderly, lovingly.
“Will it always be like this, Bobby?”
It was an interesting question, knowing what he knew about all those women he’d been with. Some divorced, others looking for love and lust outside their marriage. All capable of giving so much, but no one to give it to. He didn’t know the details of how their relationships had soured, but reading the ‘always’ in her statement, he hoped she meant what he was thinking.
“It will if we let it,” he answered philosophically, and that seemed to satisfy Mandy.
She kissed him again and said, “Now that you’ve fucked me, will you make love to me?”
“Always!”
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With a fantastic weekend spent together, Bobby and Mandy are spoiled by sleeping and waking together! Will stolen moments in a bedroom or car measure up? I hope you’re enjoying how this story is progressing and will shower it with ‘Likes,’ ‘Favorites,’ and comments and … THANKS FOR READING!!
