Waking up with Mandy in his arms was every bit as magical as it had been the day before, maybe even more so. He woke first as a regular early morning riser, but today he had nowhere to be, and nowhere he’d rather be than lying beside his beautiful Angel, her long, silky hair fanned out over the pillow like a halo.
As he stared at the face that inspired his nickname for her, he contemplated his good fortune in finding her again. He’d been encouraged to get her back by both Linda and Julie, and most recently by Serena, but he hadn’t been able to summon the courage to take the first step to reach out to her, fearing a negative response. He still felt bad for her having to go to a local school rather than away to college as she’d planned, but hoped she now saw it as serendipitous, having led to their reunion.
While he’d lacked the confidence to pursue her again, he was proud of how he had handled himself since. He’d taken a chance by shunning her early romantic gestures in favor of a better time and place, both at the beginning, but even more so in waiting to make love as they had the past two nights. He’d also risked all in coming clean about his adventures with his customers, but he couldn’t imagine lying here with her now, while still keeping that secret from her.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her gently closer. She stirred briefly, humming her appreciation for his warmth and nuzzling up against him. He kissed her hair; the lyrics to a song his mom used to listen to came unbidden. And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears. Oh, I love you, girl! Oh, I love you! … and tears did come.
He lay his head back on the pillow, sniffling back the tears while snaking an arm under her pillow to hold her with both. She stirred again, and this time, hearing him, she turned to face him, seeing the streaks on his cheeks.
“Bobby! What’s wrong?” she asked with gentle concern.
“Nothing, Angel! Nothing at all! I’m just so happy I have you again!”
“Oh, Bobby!” she said, as her eyes became glassy. “I am too! I love you so!”
He expressed his love with gentle kisses that turned passionate, and soon they were making love again. Slowly, gently, tenderly, with all the emphasis on love and not the act, they connected in a way they hadn’t yet, leaving them lying again in each other’s arms, appreciating together that they had nowhere to be.
“Wanna take a shower with me?” she asked, lifting her head off his chest with a sexy smile and bitten lip.
He literally jumped at the chance to do something with her he’d never done, nor even considered, and as soon as the water was warm enough, it cascaded over their bodies held tightly together, kissing lovingly.
A gentle smile graced her face as his hands ran through her hair, piling her long tresses on top and massaging the shampoo into her scalp. She could feel his hardness poking her bottom and looked forward to her turn to wash him. She turned to face him as he rinsed the lather from her hair. Handing him the shower gel, she sighed loudly when his slippery hands ran up her back and around to her breasts, where she pushed them into his palms. Back down to her bottom, he knelt to move down one thigh and calf and back up the other, calf then thigh, till they joined. When his hands were again on her bottom, she expected his tongue in her slit and wasn’t disappointed. She steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his head, gently pushing his face into her pussy. Her hips tilted up, and her legs parted, to allow his tongue to touch everything. With his hands caressing and squeezing her cheeks, and his tongue gliding through her rocking slit, she came with a loud gasp, pushing his face hard into her to prolong the euphoria.
He rose to hold her tightly against him as the warm waterfall flowed over their bodies. She lifted her head off his shoulder for a soft, wet kiss.
Shampooing his hair didn’t turn into the sensual production it was with hers, but the body wash with her hands running over his muscular chest and abs was. As he’d done with her, she saved his sex till last, moving around back with her slippery hands to clean his back and pay special attention to his sexy butt. Gliding over his firm manly cheeks, she realized she’d neglected to fully appreciate this extraordinary masculine feature. He clenched involuntarily as fingers ran over the tight opening and between his legs. She kissed each cheek once the water had washed the soap away, while her still soapy hands ran down one leg. Tapping the other leg, he took the signal and turned to face her so she could work her way up the other leg and finally take his cock in hand. Loading up with more soap provided a friction-free hand job that had him moaning continuously. Turning him toward the water rinsed him clean, ready for her mouth that concentrated on the tip while fingers stroked and gripped, both promoting and holding back the eventual firing of his big gun. Taking her mouth off, she pointed him over her shoulder and let go, smiling as the ropy strings of seed landed on the back wall of the shower.
She stood, and they said, “I love you!” simultaneously, then fell into each other’s arms, holding tightly until the water began to cool. Toweling each other off was the equivalent of a warm embrace in bed after giving themselves to each other.
He dressed in the fresh clothes he’d brought while she dried her hair, and he smiled when it still looked messy when she was done. It was a comforting part of her appearance, perfect in its own disheveled way.
They spent a couple of hours straightening up the house, cleaning sheets, making her bed, and ensuring no articles of clothing had been left in unexpected places. They hoped there was no evidence of their tryst left behind as she drove him home, both wondering again how they’d have another chance for such an incredible weekend.
The holidays and Winter Break were approaching, but they managed to take time to study appropriately for finals, Bobby laughing when his mother made a sarcastic comment about cramming for tests. They both got straight A’s apart from a B and B- in statistics, which didn’t bother either of them, as they saw it as a nearly useless class after the first few weeks of basics.
Bobby agreed to go Christmas shopping with her at the mall on his Sunday day off, and Mandy picked him up, as usual. Apart from that first date in his truck, they always took her car, so he wasn’t constantly trying to make it presentable for her.
“Hello, Mandy!” his mom greeted her warmly at the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Robinson! It’s so good to see you!” she replied, offering a warm hug.
“Oh my!” Cora replied, accepting the welcoming gesture from the girl she’d grown fond of. “So, you’re going to the mall? I’ll be there at noon. I got a job at Macy’s! Did Bobby tell you?”
“Yes, he did! What department?”
“Housewares! Kind of boring this time of year, but it allows more experienced people to handle the busier areas during the holidays.”
“Is it temporary? Just for the holidays?” she asked, still wondering what had prompted her after so many years of being a stay-at-home mom to get a job.
“It might be, but I’m hoping to impress them enough to make it permanent. You know, seeing you two, out and about, I felt like I should be as well. You know?”
“I think I do,” Mandy replied thoughtfully.
“There’s my beautiful Angel!” Bobby cried. and they ran into each other’s arms, having missed so much time together during finals week.
They said their goodbyes and headed out, Bobby driving. The mall was busier than they’d seen it in a long time, having suffered the fate of many brick-and-mortar establishments, but the atmosphere was festive. Bobby had done his shopping, having only two people he cared enough about to exchange gifts with, so he was the reluctant man following his woman flitting from store to store, a porter for her packages.
Shortly after noon, they’d developed an appetite and headed for the food court, Bobby claiming one of the few available tables, while Mandy went to get their food. Lost in his thoughts, he looked around aimlessly, catching sight of a familiar face he doubted at first, but as she walked straight towards him, he recognized her.
“Bobby?” she questioned, not believing it was really him.
“Hello, Linda! How are you?”
“I didn’t recognize you in regular clothes!” she said, realizing too late the double meaning as she’d probably seen him naked more than dressed. “I meant compared to your work clothes!” she smiled, trying to correct.
“I know what you meant,” he laughed.
“I’m doing great, but what about you and Mandy? How’s it going?”
“Better than I could have possibly hoped! I love her so!”
“I’m really happy for you! So, you’re here alone? Shopping for her, perhaps?”
“No, she’s the one shopping. In fact, here she comes!”
“Bobby! Does she know about me?!”
“She does,” he replied.
“She’s fortunate to have you,” she said, somehow knowing he would have been up front with her.
“Who’s your friend, Bobby?” Mandy asked, already suspecting she was one of them.
“Mandy, this is Linda. Yes, the Linda,” he clarified. “Linda, my Angel, Mandy!” he introduced, Mandy’s apprehension visibly reduced by his complimentary introduction.
“Hello, Mandy. I’m glad I’ve gotten to meet you, but I’m so sorry if this is awkward! Bobby, she IS beautiful!” she added, letting Mandy know he’d spoken of her as such.
“Hi, Linda. Thank you for encouraging him,” Mandy said, acknowledging her part.
“He talked about you a lot. I’m genuinely happy that you two have found each other again. I don’t want to intrude, so I’ll get back to my shopping. It was so nice to meet you, Mandy, and to see you again, Bobby! Merry Christmas!”
They returned the sentiment, and Linda walked away envious of Mandy. She was lucky to have such an honest and caring man in Bobby. She didn’t think of him as a boy any longer, as he’d shown more maturity and class at his age than most men she’d known.
They watched her walk away as Mandy wrapped her arms around him possessively, feeling like she was the one who won.
“Bobby, she’s gorgeous!”
“I guess she’s pretty, but not as beautiful as my Angel!” he said, turning her to face him for a kiss.
“Aww, I love you so much!” she replied, knowing he wasn’t merely placating her and that he truly meant it,
A few days later, they were knocking on Jason’s door, attending a Christmas party for a large group of friends who were all back from school.
“Bobby! And Mandy! Are you two back together again, bro?” Jason greeted them with a question at the door.
“We are and better than ever! How are you, Jason? How’s school?”
They talked about school for a couple of minutes until the next guests arrived, when Mandy and Bobby went in to mingle with high school friends. Everyone expressed surprise that they’d gotten together again, perhaps because so few of the couples from high school were still together, but it didn’t take long for them to get separated, drawn to and by groups of friends they didn’t share.
Bobby was taken aback at the guy’s tales of female conquests that, to hear them tell it, seemed to be almost constant. He imagined there was quite a bit of exaggeration in their stories and smiled when he realized he’d probably put them all to shame with his exploits, but was almost immediately ashamed of the thought. He believed he had so much more with Mandy than any of them had.
Mandy, too, was disappointed in people she’d considered friends. Though not as wild as the guys, she was surprised at how promiscuous many of them had become. Worse, though, were the disparaging remarks related to her attending a local school rather than going away to one of the many good Florida universities. Initially, she’d thought SPC would seem like a big step down from FSU, where she’d planned to go, but she was quite happy with her classes and professors, and with the bonus of having Bobby now, she didn’t regret it at all. In fact, she was more than grateful that fate had brought them together, regardless of how it happened.
“I saw you arrive with Bobby Robinson. Are you together again?” a girl named Karen, who was more of an acquaintance than a friend, asked.
“Yes! We ran into each other on campus, and we’ve seen quite a bit of each other since!” she said, leaving just how much they’d seen a mystery.
“Is he still as clueless as he was last year?” she laughed, having heard about him through the grapevine.
Mandy fumed. ‘How dare she talk about my sweet Bobby that way?’ she thought. Karen had been one of the looser girls in high school, and many boys had had their firsts with her, so the comment shouldn’t have been surprising, but it still irritated her to the point that she just couldn’t let it go unchallenged.
“You wish you had his tongue between your legs!” she challenged, knowing that would hit home with her, and walked off, leaving Karen both stunned and curious.
Mandy and Bobby frequently looked for each other in the crowd, occasionally making eye contact, but rarely connected among so many people to talk to. Free at last, Bobby went looking for Mandy, and when he checked outside by the pool, he ran into Karen.
“Well, hello, Bobby!” she said in a suggestive tone.
“Hello, Karen. How are you?” he asked, feigning interest.
“Better now that you’re here! Mandy was just telling me you’ve come a long way since last year!”
“Actually, it’s Mandy I’m looking for. Have you seen her?” he asked, ignoring her come on.
“No, I haven’t, but why can’t we have some fun?” she said, taking his hand in hers, holding and touching it provocatively.
“No, thank you. I need to …” he started, and when he tried to pull his hand away, she gripped it tightly and shoved it up her skirt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mandy yelled in anger, having come upon them at a propitious moment.
“I know, Mandy! Bobby was just trying to get his hand in my panties!” Karen accused.
“Mandy, I wasn’t …” he started to protest.
“He was doing no such thing! My Bobby would never do anything like that with anyone, let alone you! You’re probably not even wearing any panties!” Mandy said, coming on like a mama bear defending her cub. She reached for Karen’s skirt, yanked it up, and proved her suspicion right, exposing her bare snatch to whoever happened to be looking.
“Well, I never …” Karen said in mock indignation.
“And you never will, you slut! Come on, Bobby! We’re leaving!”
Bobby looked back at Karen with a proud smile as he and Mandy walked off. On their way to the door, they ran into Serena.
“Bobby! I was hoping you’d be here! I haven’t seen you in months! And this must be Mandy?”
“Hello, Serena! Yes, this is the wonderful Mandy I spoke to you about. Mandy, this is Serena, Jason’s mom,” he introduced.
“Hello, Mrs. Harris,” Mandy said as Serena pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek. “Actually, I’ve been to Jason’s parties before, but never had the pleasure of meeting you.”
“Well, it’s certainly a pleasure now to meet the girl Bobby talked so much about! You were right, Bobby. She is pretty!”
For the second time in a week, Mandy blushed at the thought of him talking about her so much. She’d assumed he’d exaggerated a bit about what he’d said to others about her, but she now knew the truth, and she smiled with pride. She put her arms around his waist as a display of how much she cared about him and loved the appreciative smile on Serena’s face.
“This is no place for a couple like you two. There’s more hooking up going on here than in a train yard! I’ve even had two boys trying for me!” she laughed.
“We were on our way out when we met you,” Bobby explained.
“Go! Take your beautiful girlfriend and go have fun somewhere else! It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Mandy! I’m so happy for you both!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harris. Come on, Bobby!”
Bobby gave the woman he considered a second mom a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and made for the door with Mandy in tow. They headed for the sidewalk to walk to Bobby’s house, where her car was parked, but he stopped them on the way when he took her in his arms for an overdue hug and a kiss.
“Were they all like that last year in high school?” Mandy asked. “Or does one semester away from home make them all crazy?” Bobby just held her close, feeling that was what she needed. He was right. “Let’s go someplace where we can talk and then …?”
“That little park where we first had fun in your car? We can walk or sit on a bench to talk.”
“I still have that comforter in the back!” she added excitedly.
They parked on the opposite side of the small neighborhood park, hoping that road was less traveled. The drive had been silent for the most part, as was the walk to the bench under the big oak tree, as each gathered their thoughts. Mandy sat in his lap with her arms around his neck, while his free hand sat invitingly on her knee.
“I’m sorry, Bobby,” she said softly, looking into his eyes.
“What have you got to be sorry for?”
“For last year. When I broke up with you. I guess I was trying to become more like them. All my girlfriends were talking about what they’d done with their boyfriends, and they were so excited! I guess I felt like that was what I was supposed to be doing.”
“What do you think would have happened if I’d not been so naïve and done what you wanted me to then?”
She gave that some serious thought before answering. “I suppose we would have ended up like this anyway? In time?”
“Exactly!” Bobby replied as she’d made his point. “We’re not like them. Never were. Even then, I think we had something more. I suspect that’s why I missed you so. But maybe it’s better it worked out the way it did. We’re having just as much fun, maybe more, than they are, but we don’t have to be fucking all the time to enjoy each other,” he said with a touch of indignation.
“When did you become so wise?” she asked, staring at him in wonder. She had to admit that a year ago, he was just as patient, respectful, and loving in his own way as he was now, but the year of sex lessons, the extent of which she’d probably never know, had certainly matured him as well as spiced up their relationship. “But it doesn’t hurt that you’ve become such an amazing lover, does it? I bet Karen’s never had anyone like you before!” she said proudly.
“Speaking of Karen …” he started, but she interrupted.
“Oh, she was a slut in high school, too! Only difference is she looks like one now!”
“She said you’d told her about me ‘coming a long way,’ or something?”
“Oh. Um. I’m sorry! It just came out!”
“What did you say?” he asked with an amused smile.
“Tsk. She made a comment about the way you were before we broke up. I guess my close friends didn’t keep my secret as well as I thought, but I got angry and told her … um,” she paused, afraid to admit to her statement. “Oh! I said, ‘You wish you had his tongue between your legs’!” she said quickly as though that would somehow diminish the impact. Bobby laughed. “It’s not funny! She was being so mean, just like the rest of them!”
“What do you mean, ‘just like the rest of them’?”
“All those girls. When they found out I was going to SPC, it felt like they were looking down on me for going to a local school, instead of away from home to the universities like them. Probably because they’re getting fucked every night in their dorms! You should’ve heard them! Anyway, I snapped when Karen said that about you. I’m sorry, Bobby! Really, I am!”
“I loved the way you laid into her!” he said with a smile and a kiss. “And pulling her skirt up? You’d already attracted some attention yelling at her, so several guys got a peek! You were hell on wheels!”
“She deserved it. The slut!”
“Well, thank you for defending my honor,” he replied, returning to a more serious tone. “But let me tell you something. I thought it was the guys who ‘kiss and tell,’ but you know all those women, my customers, swore me to secrecy the first time and frequently after. I never told a soul, until you, that is. But they did! That’s how there ended up being so many! Each one told somebody else! I’ll shout how much I love you from the rooftops, but I’ll never tell anyone how we show it, and I hope you’ll do the same.”
“I will, Bobby, I promise,” she replied sheepishly. “You know you sounded just like my father before he …” Her head bowed, she looked up at him, seeing the question in his eyes. “Before he spanked me.”
“Your dad spanks you?” Bobby asked with concern.
“Not any more. Not for a long time. That’s how I was punished before I became too old to be spanked many years ago, but you sounded just like him. You’re not going to spank me, are you?”
Her tone hid well whether it was fear or desire speaking, but he couldn’t resist. With his hand on her back, he pushed her over his other knee, smacked each cheek once playfully, and sat her back up. The look on her face was priceless.
“I deserved that. Am I forgiven?” she said, alluding to the one positive thing about being spanked.
“You are. And I love you now more than ever!” he said, feeling like they’d come through another small crisis with flying colors.
“I love you, too!” she got out before his mouth covered hers with a romantic kiss. “Wanna show me how you love me now?” she asked with her lip firmly between her teeth.
“Try and stop me!” he said, scooping her up in his arms and heading for the car.
Bobby put her down as they approached the car, and she pushed the button on the key fob to open the tailgate. He went to fold the back seats down, while she spread the comforter over the now open expanse. They met at the open back, hugging tightly but reserved kissing and any handy play until they were out of sight of potentially nosy neighbors.
“I want you inside me so bad!” she said as she lay back with Bobby about to lie beside her.
With his arm behind her neck, his hand gave her tits a cursory squeeze before sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She rolled to her side, revealing the zipper in back, which he drew down, the sound of the zzziiip enticing in itself. Sitting up, she pushed the dress down, over her hips, and off. Bobby smiled, recognizing the pink bra and panties she’d worn their first night together.
“My beautiful Angel!” he said as a hand stroked her face, down her neck, and over her shoulder.
“Bobby?” she said as she began opening the buttons of his shirt. “Can I sit on your face? And then, um, ride you too?”
“Oh yes, please!” he responded, loving the cute, playful look on her face when she spoke of new things she’d learned, like a kid who, having discovered a new kind of candy, begged for another piece.
“I bet we could show that slut, Karen, a thing or two!” she bragged as she dispensed with his slacks and briefs.
Kneeling between his legs, she had him in her mouth, and after a bit of tongue teasing the tip, she was jerking, licking, and sucking with abandon, impatient for his tongue in her sex. Another lesson learned was that he lasted considerably longer after cumming the first time, and she wanted a nice, long ride.
“Jeez, Mandy! What’s the rush!?”
“I’m sorry, Bobby! I need you in my pussy so bad!” she replied, holding the head of his cock close to her lips, kissing and licking between words, before devouring him again, intent on getting him to cum quickly.
She was able to hold the tip in her throat a little longer each time she’d tried, and tonight, he felt like she’d taken more in as well. Moments later, gasping and groaning with her feverish assault, he came like Old Faithful, spewing the first down her throat and the rest into her mouth.
When he opened his eyes, she was still stroking his shrinking dick with the same cute and sexy smile on her face that asked, ‘My turn?’
“Where’s that delicious pussy that needs my attention so badly?” he asked, loving her giggling response as she quickly removed her panties.
“Eat me, Bobby! Eat my pussy?” she cried as she walked on her knees, straddling his body to get in position. “Ohhh yeah!” she moaned as she ran her slit along the outstretched tip of his tongue. Again, she permitted only a modicum of such gentle licks before mashing her wanton pussy into his face, crying, “Oh God!” repeatedly.
Treating her as she had him, he licked and sucked voraciously as she ground her crotch into his face. He reached for her tits, squeezing them harder than usual, and she pressed them into his palms, but her bra had to go. Unclasped and discarded, she put her hands over his, encouraging him to maul them while shoving her pussy into his face.
He’d never seen her so needy and wondered why. She’d grabbed his head and was pulling it up into her sloppy wet crotch, ensuring his face was covered with her abundant juice when a fresh supply arrived, flowing into his mouth.
“Oh God, Bobby! That was so good!” she cried as her thighs trembled beside him. “More, please?” she squeaked needlessly as he never stopped after only one, and soon she was moaning again as his tongue never stopped.
Feeling like she had something to prove, for herself if not for him, she wished the slut, Karen, could see them now. She was getting all she could handle from Bobby, whose lessons had taken him well beyond that bitch’s experience, but didn’t spoil his respectful and giving nature, and he was giving her all he had right now.
“Bobby! I’m cumming! I’m cum …” she cried as her body stiffened against the orgasmic wave that nearly knocked her over. “Oh my God! Bobby! What’re you doing?”
Sensing this was something more to her, he didn’t stop when she came and, in fact, with his hands on her ass, pulled her even tighter to his face, while his pinkies teased her back door. He could feel another climax hit her before the other had fully subsided, and still he munched, his face covered in her free-flowing nectar, like a kid with a juicy slice of watermelon. Overlapping orgasms kept the number of times she’d cum a mystery. Though his neck and tongue were starting to tire from the effort, he would continue as long as she wanted him to.
“Ohmigod, Bobby! No more!” she panted as she slid down his body and fell forward to lie on his chest.
With his arms around her, one held her while the other offered soothing caresses, up and down her spine. From her earlier comment about showing Karen ‘a thing or two,’ he guessed she was at the root of Mandy’s enflamed desire. He’d loved how she immediately came to his defense, not entertaining for a second the claim that he had instigated it. Then he remembered the comment she’d made to Karen about what he could do with his tongue, and he understood.
“I love you more than you can imagine, Angel,” he whispered softly in her ear.
“Oh, Bobby!” she half mumbled in a squeaky voice.
“We don’t have to prove anything to anyone but ourselves,” he added, still in a quiet voice.
She slid off his chest into the crook of his arm, curled up with her one hand on his chest. When she looked up at him, there were streaks of tears on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Bobby! For what I said to her, and then what I just did to you,” she said with sorrow in her eyes, though the tears had stopped.
“I thought I was the one doing it to you?” he replied with a smile, and she giggled. “Do you still want that ride?” he asked, pretty sure he knew the answer.
“No. But I would like you to love me?” she said with a questioning tone and moved up to kiss his sloppy, wet face. “Hold on,” she said after breaking the kiss, and was suddenly rummaging around for something behind them. Finding it, she flipped open the top of a plastic container, pulled out a wet cloth, and wiped his face. “Baby wipes,” she explained with a giggle, “I got them the day after the first time we did this.”
“What? Don’t like the taste of your pussy on my lips?” he asked as she gently cleaned his face.
“Actually, I do! But not when it’s you I want to taste!” she said before planting a sloppy wet kiss on his now clean lips. The kisses grew more ardent before she rolled onto her back with her knees slightly spread. “I still want you inside me, Love!” she said with bedroom eyes.
“No place I’d rather be,” he replied.
Moving between her legs, cock in hand, he guided it in with one long, gentle push.
“Oh, Bobby!”
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