Peyton and I spent most of the ride back to my house in comfortable silence. We'd rolled the windows down, and the air held a sweet fragrance. Relaxing in the passenger seat, I occasionally sneaked a glance at him. He caught me once, but before I could look away, an affectionate smile appeared on his lips. I readily returned his smile, and when he fixed his stare on the road once more, I made little effort to hide that I was studying him.

At one point, he rested his hand on my thigh. I studied his long fingers, vividly remembering how much pleasure they'd given me earlier. I was tempted to guide his hand between my legs, for I had no doubt he could make me come again. Instead, I placed my palm against the back of his neck so I could massage his muscles.

"Ah, that's nice," he murmured, leaning into my touch.

I wondered when he would allow me to explore his entire body. It was strange, being made to wait. But I realized I enjoyed the anticipation building between us. Though many of my past relationships had been all about instant gratification, I was now willing to bide my time for the man I so wanted.

After Peyton pulled into my driveway and parked the car, he turned to face me. Again, he placed his hand on my thigh, but this time, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of my shorts. I held my breath as he inched closer to my panties.

Then he stopped. I gazed at him in the shadows, hoping he could discern the pleading in my eyes.

Peyton slowly withdrew his hand. "I'd love to see you again, Gloria," he said softly.

I wanted to scream in frustration! His brief caress was enough to make me wet again. But I only smiled brightly as I replied, "You have my number." He'd gotten it from Mom earlier in the week so he could get in touch about stargazing tonight. Instead of sending a text like most people would, he actually called. I'd found that charming, and during our entire conversation, I grinned like an infatuated schoolgirl.

Now, I hoped he would give me another kiss, even if it was just a quick one like we'd shared before. When he made no move to do so, I reached for the car door handle. "Thanks again for inviting me, Peyton."

Before I could get out, he circled his fingers around my left wrist, and I looked at him expectantly. "Close your eyes," he told me. With a puzzled grin, I did as he asked. "What do you see?"

You, I almost said. Only you. "The Whirlpool Galaxy," I replied. Then I opened my eyes and found him smiling.

"Perfect." After he released me, I felt the phantom warmth of his skin on mine. "Good night, Gloria."

He waited until I was safely inside the house before leaving. Mom was waiting up in the living room, and as soon as I turned to face her, she looked me up and down. "Have fun?" she asked, her voice a little guarded.

"It was wonderful!" I proceeded to tell her about the numerous celestial objects I'd observed through Peyton's telescope, and as I spoke, I sensed her relax more. It wasn't as if I was lying, I told myself. I was just omitting some details about my evening. She seemed reassured that I hadn't given her cause for embarrassment.

Later that night, I lay in my bed and masturbated until I was sore. I recalled the way Peyton touched me, and the way he so easily brought about my climax. I remembered his voice in my ear and his breath on my skin.

I made myself come again and again before my hand finally stilled between my thighs. And when I closed my eyes, breathing fast, I saw the Whirlpool Galaxy as clearly as Peyton had hoped I would.

*****

The following week, Peyton and I made plans for me to spend Friday evening at his house. "The sky isn't as dark here in town," he said, "but we'll be able to see Jupiter and Saturn with the telescope."

I wasn't sure how he'd react to my suggestion that I tell Mom I was going out to a club with friends instead of revealing I'd be with him, but he took it in stride. I figured he agreed it was a good idea not to let her know we were seeing each other for the second time in less than a week.

As I anxiously waited for Friday to arrive, Peyton kept in touch, sending me articles about astronomy he thought I'd find interesting. And I did; I carefully read each one. But I found him much more interesting, and I wished he would open up to me a little more. One night when I was particularly horny, I thought about sending him a photo of my tits. I resisted the urge, however, telling myself I should at least try to be subtle for once.

Peyton lived about ten minutes from me, and during the drive to his house on Friday night, I was a bundle of nerves and sheer arousal. For my outfit, I'd chosen a virginal white babydoll dress with a plunging neckline. My white high-heeled sandals with ankle straps added a couple of inches to my height. Mom had taken one look at my dress and said, "Hope you're wearing panties, because if you lean down at all, you'll leave nothing to the imagination."

I was indeed wearing panties. A lacy white thong, to be exact.

Peyton's house was in a quiet neighborhood on a dead-end street. He answered the door soon after I rang the bell, and his eyes widened a bit at the sight of my dress. I struggled to suppress a giggle, for there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze.

He quickly invited me in, then turned to give me another appreciative stare. "You are absolutely beautiful, Gloria. And I feel very underdressed."

"Nonsense," I replied. Even wearing jeans and a T-shirt, Peyton looked gorgeous. "You're always sexy."

Was I being subtle? Not in the least. But his smile let me know I'd pleased him. He moved to embrace me, and his hug felt disappointingly platonic until his hands slid over my hips. I gasped when he cupped my ass and gave it a squeeze.

"That dress is going to make it impossible for me not to touch you," he whispered.

"I want you to touch me." Looking up at him, I wove my fingers through his hair. "And I want you to kiss me."

Peyton lowered his lips to mine, and this time, he didn't tease. His mouth quickly grew demanding, and as the kiss deepened, he held me firmly against him. With one hand pressed against the small of my back, he gathered up the skirt of my dress in his other hand. The moment our tongues touched, I was ready to strip naked and have him fuck me right there on the living room floor.

When Peyton broke the kiss, I was breathing fast. With a smile, he stepped back, allowing my dress to fall around my thighs again. Taking my hand, he said, "Let me show you around the house. Would you like a drink, Gloria?"

I wouldn't have minded a glass of wine, but I was quite uninhibited as it was, and I didn't want to make a complete fool of myself by getting tipsy. "I'm fine, thanks." My gaze drifted to the living room's built-in bookshelves. Skimming the numerous titles, I saw that his collection covered a wide variety of subjects.

One of the spare bedrooms contained half a dozen telescopes. While studying them, I said, "You have a beautiful home. Have you lived here long?" Though the house was neat and well-maintained, the décor bordered on austere. I wondered if he'd recently moved in and hadn't yet gotten around to fully furnishing and decorating it.

"Oh, yes. My former wife and I bought this house over ten years ago."

I looked at him in surprise. "She didn't want to stay here?" As soon as I spoke, I wished I could take back the words. "I'm sorry. That's none of my business."

Peyton smiled faintly. "It's fine. And she wanted to move in with the man she'd been having an affair with, so she had no issue with me getting the house when we divorced."

"I'm sorry," I repeated. I hadn't wanted the topic of his previous marriage to arise so soon.

"It's okay, really." He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "I got rid of a lot of things we'd bought together; I didn't want all the reminders. And as you can see, I haven't bothered to replace much of it yet."

Peyton led me to the master bedroom. More books were stacked in a precarious pile on the nightstand, but the room was otherwise immaculate, with the bed neatly made. I had to resist the urge to pull him toward that bed. The thought of us being in it made my face grow hot. Glancing downward, I saw that the flush of arousal was spreading to my chest as well.

Peyton followed my stare, his eyes lingering on my ample cleavage. Yet he merely asked, "Ready to go out back?" His smile was knowing, as if all my dirty thoughts were plain to see on my face. Swallowing hard, I nodded and followed him out of the room.

In the backyard, Peyton had a telescope already set up. It was smaller than the one we'd used last weekend. He turned off the light outside the back door, then clicked on a small LED flashlight. The red light it emitted wouldn't mess up our night vision once our eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

Peyton got the telescope into focus before beckoning me closer. "Take a look at Jupiter."

"Wow!" I breathed. "I can see the different bands!"

"And do you also see the Galilean moons? There are four of them."

I remembered that from an article he'd sent me. Like an eager student, I recited the name of each Galilean satellite.

"Very good!" he murmured.

As I continued studying Jupiter's features, a breeze caressed my skin. Each inch of my body felt exquisitely sensitive while I waited for him to touch me. Instead, he moved to show me Saturn. "Saturn's rings are nearly edge-on right now, so they're unfortunately difficult to see."

I also knew about that from my reading. Looking through the eyepiece again, I marveled at the distant planet, which was still breathtaking even when its famous rings weren't obvious. "This is so amazing!" I said in a hushed voice. When I felt Peyton's fingers graze my bare arm, I couldn't help but grin. Still, I didn't lift my head as I told him, "I was beginning to think you could easily resist me despite my dress. Sometimes I have to wonder if you actually want me, Peyton."

He grasped my wrist, and I allowed him to draw me closer. Again, we kissed, and this time, he pressed my hand between his thighs. I moaned at the feel of him, already hard beneath his jeans. 

"Let me show you how much I want you," he whispered.

In his bedroom, we stood before each other in the shadows, the only illumination coming from the kitchen light down the hall. I expected Peyton to immediately surrender to his need, just as I was ready to surrender to my own. Hadn't we waited long enough? Yet he was slow and gentle in taking off my dress. While kissing my neck, his hands roamed over my skin, exploring me the way he had when we were together in that dark field.

As always, I was the one who grew impatient. My own hands were shaking, which made it difficult for me to unhook the clasps of my bra, but once I'd managed to toss it aside, Peyton didn't hesitate to cradle my breasts in his palms. He seemed to delight in their weight, yet I couldn't help but teasingly ask him, "Are they too big for you? They're more than a mouthful."

"My God, they're perfect!" he groaned. "You wouldn't believe how difficult it is for me not stare at them. And each time I sneak a glance, I imagine doing this..." He lowered his mouth to my left tit so he could swirl his tongue over my nipple. I whimpered shamelessly, aching for more, and he rewarded me with a fervent suckle. Letting my head fall back, I held him firmly to my breast.

While giving my right nipple equal attention, Peyton slid his hand into my panties, which were once again drenched. "I love how wet you are," he told me. 

"It's because you excite me so much." I watched as he sank to his knees before me. Even in the shadows, he effortlessly unbuckled my sandals so I could step out of them. When he started tugging down my panties, I asked, "Why am I the only one naked?"

"Because I can't wait to taste your pussy," Peyton replied in a guttural voice. Those words, so readily spoken, let me know he'd reached the point where his self-control was crumbling.

Still, he took his time kissing my smooth mound before parting my outer lips with the tip of his tongue. His moan held such a deep satisfaction that I actually blushed. Though I was quick to plant my feet wider apart, he didn't dive right in. Instead, he suckled my outer labia with the same eagerness he'd shown my nipples.

My inner folds were rather large, which had always made me feel self-conscious, but Peyton delighted in drawing them into his mouth. Gazing down at him, I couldn't believe this was the man who'd held me at such a careful distance. My own moans grew louder as he pleasured me. I was so aroused that my knees were shaking a little, and he hadn't even touched my clit!

"Please!" I begged, knowing it excited him.

When he rose to his feet, I fought back the now-familiar urge to scream. Somehow, I managed to keep quiet as he pulled his shirt over his head and rushed to strip from the waist down. I was all over him the second he stood naked before me. Now, it was my turn to explore. I loved the feel of his thick chest hair beneath my palms. It narrowed to a line down his belly, which my fingers followed all the way to his hard cock. My stroking made him draw in a sharp breath. In my hand, he felt a little larger than average, his girth perfect. I knew he'd feel just as amazing deep inside my pussy.

And I had no doubt Peyton was ready, for he'd produced plenty of pre-cum I was desperate to lick up. He didn't give me the chance, however. After drawing back the covers, he gathered me in his arms and carried me into the bed with him. Our mouths were hungry, our kiss quickly growing harder. I could taste myself on his tongue.

Peyton eased me downward, so I lay on my back with my head against his pillow. I felt feverishly hot, and yet I kept trembling as he planted kisses on my skin, moving farther down my body. Again, he nibbled and sucked at my tits until I began writhing beneath him. Working his way even lower, he circled his tongue around my navel, then dipped it inside. The sensation made me giggle. Never before had I been with someone who took such pleasure in becoming so intimately familiar with me.

Finally, Peyton settled between my legs, covering my inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue swept over my entrance before gliding upward to meet my clit.

"Oh my God, yes!" I cried.

He was gentle at first, merely grazing my swollen bud. I felt him tease my hood, as if to coax it farther back. But even when he increased the pressure, his rhythm never grew predictable. Instead, it ratcheted up the intensity of my pleasure. The stimulation was already exquisite! His moans mingled with mine, and when he dared to suck my clit, I fiercely bucked my hips.

"I'm getting close!" My clit blissfully pulsed in response to the skillful working of Peyton's mouth. He slipped two of his long fingers inside my sopping wet pussy, again gently exploring until he found the spot that made my eyes roll.

I lost control then, gripping his hair. The moment he started lashing me with his tongue, I let out a low scream. My spasms were so powerful that I knew he could feel my pussy contracting around his fingers. His tongue never stopped as I quaked and cried out for him, for he was determined to push me further into ecstasy's grip.

I was soon close to tears, simultaneously unable to bear more even as I never wanted the climax to end. After Peyton finally kissed his way back up my body, I clung to him, and he held me close. His mouth was tender on mine.

"No one's ever made me come like that," I revealed.

In the shadows, I could discern his smile. "I'm so glad I was able to make you feel good, sweetheart."

"Good doesn't even begin to describe it!" I pressed a hand firmly against his chest, guiding him onto his back. "Now I want to do the same for you." When I circled my fingers around his cock, I found that he was plenty hard for me. His breathing quickened at my touch.

I took my place between his legs, so eager to suck him off that my mouth had begun watering. Still, I couldn't resist drawing out his anticipation. Licking him from base to tip, I delighted in the feel of his warm skin against my tongue. His balls were nice and heavy in my palm, and as I gently massaged them, he released a faint moan.

Opening my mouth wide, I drew his right nut between my lips. He groaned even louder, making it clear just how much he enjoyed what I was doing. I loved that he let me know what drove him wild. Some guys were almost silent during a blowjob, but Peyton was wonderfully vocal. Even if it was just a gasp or a sigh, his sounds of pleasure deepened my desire to satisfy him.

His balls were too large for me to take in my mouth at the same time, but I showered each one with attention. As I stroked his cock, his pre-cum kept flowing. That was new to me as well. I'd been with guys who produced a little, but not nearly as much as Peyton. My longing to taste it drove me to swirl my tongue around his cockhead.

He thrust his hips upward, betraying his need. "Please," I heard him whimper through his shallow breathing.

I grinned at the realization that I'd filled him with the same fierce yearning he so easily evoked in me. "What was that?" I purred.

"Please, baby, take me in your mouth!"

I couldn't bear to make either of us wait any longer. Wrapping my lips around Peyton's shaft, I began sucking his cock with a wanton enthusiasm.

"Fuck, yes!" Though his words came out as a growl, his hand was gentle on my head. He pulsed in my mouth while I sucked and stroked him, my moans growing almost constant. I gagged myself on his length, but I couldn't help it; I was wild for his dick. I loved his taste and scent, and the way his hardness stretched my lips. Tears filled my eyes when his cock invaded my throat, yet I ached to make him come.

When Peyton warned me he was close, my mouth and hand continued moving at a relentless pace. By this point, I was sweating from my effort to take him deep, again and again.

I felt the shudder go through him just before he flooded my mouth. His helpless groan carried to me as a spurt of cum struck the back of my throat. Though I readily gulped it down, more followed until it threatened to spill from my lips. There was so much of it!

Even after he was spent, I took my time licking him clean, eager for every drop of his seed.

"Come here, you gorgeous girl," Peyton whispered, reaching for me. As I nestled in his arms, the kiss he gave me wasn't at all tentative. "You are absolutely incredible, Gloria."

I beamed at his words, for they rekindled that pleasurable warmth low in my belly. It was only our second evening together, and I craved this man so fiercely that it should have frightened me.

I didn't have time to dwell on the vulnerable position in which I now found myself, for Peyton was far from finished. Again, he went down on me, and again, he easily brought me to climax. I hadn't yet recovered when he told me to straddle his face. During my third orgasm, I couldn't even find the strength to scream. My entire body quaked so hard that Peyton had to hold me steady, and only after I begged for mercy did he loosen his grasp so I was able to lie at his side again.

Though my clit was tender from all the stimulation, I couldn't resist stroking Peyton's cock. He was fully erect, and I was desperate to have him inside me.

Yet he gently grasped my wrist and said, "Not yet."

I actually whined in protest at his refusal. "Why not?"

Peyton was quiet and still for several moments. Then he brought my hand to his lips. "If we're going to be together, Gloria, I want us to do things right. And that means we can't sneak around like a couple of teenagers." He took a deep breath and released it as a sigh. "We need to talk to your parents."

The warmth within me vanished, only to be replaced by a cold knot of dread. I knew he was right; we couldn't keep our relationship a secret forever. But I feared the repercussions of revealing it.

Above all, I feared losing Peyton before I could make him truly mine.