I'll start with some background on myself. My name is Andrew or Andy. I'm twenty-five years old, and now in my second year of college, working on my Mechanical Engineering degree.

Before starting college, I was a Hospital Corpsman for six years. I served as a combat medic for the Marines for most of my enlistment. While serving with the Marine unit, I took a test and earned a special pin, the designation of Fleet Marine Force, and the honor of calling myself a Marine.

I was never in combat, which was a good thing, in my opinion. I enjoyed my time serving, but the military wasn't for me.

My parents wanted me to follow them into the medical profession, so being a Corpsman sort of satisfied their dream for me. They are both dentists and have a thriving practice.

I thought I had my college career planned out before I got out of the Navy. My family home is within forty-five minutes of a great university that offers the undergrad degree I wanted. I talked with my parents about studying there and living at home. They thought it was a great idea at the time, so I applied and was accepted before I was discharged.

Unfortunately, my mother developed breast cancer, and my parents decided to semi-retire and, downsize their house and move to a fifty-five-plus neighborhood that surrounded a golf course. That way, they could relax, travel, and not worry about home maintenance. I was a little disappointed I couldn't live at home, but it was fine. I didn't want my plans preventing them from living their lives. It just changed my plans regarding a place to live. I had my VA benefits and a large college plan IRA to rely on for my tuition, books, etc. I had hoped I could save money by living at home.

That's where my mother's best friend from college entered the picture.

Valerie and my mother were in the same sorority in college, and Valerie introduced my Dad to my Mom. Valerie is an amazing woman; she's like an aunt to me. In fact, I refer to her as Aunt Valerie. She's very independent, divorced twice, and owns her real estate brokerage firm. It was back in high school that I really got to know her.

My parents, Valerie and I, have always been fairly active: running, swimming, biking, playing sports, and eating healthy. I ended up running track and swimming for my high school. I wasn't outstanding, but I was decent.

In high school, I was pretty much a loner. I wanted to play football, but my mother thought I'd end up with a debilitating injury and wouldn't let me sign up. I liked baseball. However, my reaction time was too slow, and I couldn't hit a curve ball. I couldn't dribble and didn't care for soccer or volleyball.

Aunt Valerie suggested running track and swimming. She even paid for my first swim lessons and ran with me to get me started in running. That's when I discovered I didn't like long-distance running. I loved sprinting and jumping over hurdles. Freestyle was my thing when swimming, and I actually became a lifeguard for the local YMCA.

Naturally, my parents were my biggest fans, but Aunt Valerie was a close second and sometimes a bigger fan than my parents. She'd take me to meets and probably cheered the loudest at most of them. On the drives back and forth to meets, I tended to confide in her a few things I didn't want to talk about with my parents. She would always answer honestly and play the devil's advocate when I had a tough decision.

So, when I was accepted to the university and Mom and Dad were downsizing, Aunt Valerie came to my rescue. She owned a small house close to the university that she rented to college students. The previous tenants had been partiers and didn't maintain the house during their final semester. In fact, they pretty much destroyed the interior of the house. The neighborhood circulated a petition and sent it to Aunt Valerie's business, threatening legal action if the problem wasn't resolved. Luckily, the three guys were graduating that May and escaped legal action.

During that time, Aunt Valerie was in the process of evicting them to placate the neighborhood and asked me if I wanted to live there. What she didn't tell me at the time was that they'd trashed the place before they'd left. When I was home on leave just before being discharged, Aunt Valerie and I went to look at it before I made my decision. I was shocked. There were holes in all the walls, graffiti, and it stunk because they jammed up the toilets and had piles of trash all over. The carpet had burn holes in it in every room, and there weren't any screens on the windows, and the front door wouldn't lock.

Knowing I was mechanically inclined, Aunt Valerie offered me a deal. I could live there rent-free as long as I repaired and maintained the place. She'd pay for all the materials and stop by to check on my progress from time to time.

I'm not one to back down from a challenge, and since Mom and Dad were downsizing, I could move all of Dad's tools and yard equipment to the garage. I'd also have all Mom and Dad's furniture for my new digs. Dad would be available if I needed help, and I could buy any extra tools I needed.

It made perfect sense, so I agreed. That got me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek from my favorite aunt. It also reminded me of the many times when I was younger that I masturbated, picturing Aunt Valerie in various positions. Those times usually occurred after we'd run or workout together. She always seemed to wear tops that were too tight or shorts that were a bit too snug. I never complained. She has a great body for being someone as old as my mother. But I digress.

I was honorably discharged from the Navy in late August of that year. Dad and I moved all the tools and hardware he'd collected over the years along with most of their furniture to my new place. Once I had the tools, I started repairing the main bedroom and kitchen. Aunt Valerie hired some people to remove the trash and a plumber to fix the toilets and ensure the plumbing worked before I moved completely in.

The repair work started slowly. I had a new student orientation, books to buy, and figuring out where all my classes were and how I was going to get to them. I bought a bike since the campus is just over a mile from the house. It was used, nothing expensive, so I wouldn't be out much if it were stolen.

I found the practice track and discovered I could run there without being a student-athlete. I enjoyed it because it brought back memories of my glory days in high school. On some afternoons, I also noticed that the practice hurdles weren't always put away. So, I set them up and ran a few hurdles. It was fun since I wasn't competing. Luckily for me, I was in good shape, thanks to doing PTs with my Marine buddies. I guess you'd consider it a lifestyle now that I was out.

School started in September, and it was mid-October when I actually started working on the house. I replaced the drywall, textured it, and painted it. The carpets were stained, had burn holes, and were worn, so I didn't worry about getting paint on them. Aunt Valerie stopped by to see how I was doing one evening around seven. I'd just finished painting one of the two smaller bedrooms and was relaxing in the backyard, sipping a beer. She startled me by opening the sliding glass door and walking out.

She must have been showing houses or at some fancy dinner because she was dressed to kill. I felt way underdressed, wearing only my shorts, paint splatters on my face and shoulders. I was going to shower after finishing my beer and wasn't expecting visitors.

I started to get up to greet her when she said, "Hello, Andy, sweetie. Oh, sit back down, sugar. I hadn't heard from you, so I decided to stop by and see what progress you've made. Do you have any more beers in the fridge?"

I stammered a bit, “I was going to call you when I had enough done, Aunt Valerie. I have all the receipts. I didn't want to nickel and dime you. Yes, there's a variety of beers in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Valerie grinned, "You're such a good boy. Please call me Valerie. I really don't mind being your pseudo-aunt, but it's way too formal for us, don't you think? You need another beer?"

I must have blushed because Valerie's grin got bigger as I told her, “I'm good, thanks.”

With that, she turned, her blonde hair swishing behind her as she reentered the house. I could feel my dick come alive for a few brief moments and thought to myself that it was wrong to think of her like that. She's my mother's age, but then again, she was great-looking.

When Valerie returned, she had two beers, one for herself and another for me, despite my declining. I took one anyway, to be polite, and set it on the little outdoor table next to my chair. Valerie sat on the other side of the table in the lounger. She tilted her head back and took a long, slow drink of one of the imported beers I'd reserved for a special occasion if one ever occurred.

When she finished, my mother's best friend looked over at me, smiling, "I see the military was good to you, Andy. Love those abs, sweetie."

I stifled a blush as best I could, "Thanks, Valerie. I wasn't expecting company, and please forgive my lack of attire. Staying fit has become a lifestyle, and I have you to thank. You suggested the military if I recall."

She giggled, "I did, didn't I? I don't mind seeing how fit you are, sweetie. It means all that coaxing you when you were younger has paid off. Have you met any cute girls at school yet?"

My reply was short, "I haven't had time to really meet any. I have a ton of schoolwork and work to do here. Plus, I have my workouts on the track."

Valerie took another sip as I waited for her reply. Then she said, "I like what you've done to the house so far. How much has it set me back?"

I swallowed the sip of beer I'd taken, then told her, "The drywall and paint totals close to three hundred. I didn't realize paint was that expensive."

Valerie smiled, "It's fine. I still have those asshole's security deposit, and the insurance company will be writing a check for all the damage. It's a business expense, so don't skimp with the materials, and don't get too extravagant."

I laughed, “There is one upgrade I'd like to do with your permission.”

She cocked an eyebrow, "What might that be, sweetie?"

I paused, looking for the right words before speaking, "I'd like to upgrade the main bath with a tile shower if that's alright with you. Remove the bathtub and just have a shower. I'm also using neutral colors and was wondering if you want to see color samples before I commit to anything."

Valerie smiled, "The tile shower sounds lovely. Yes, I'd like to see what you have planned before you do it. I'm not going to micro-manage you if that's what you're afraid of. My personal assistant, Malea, has pretty good decorating taste. Text me, and the three of us can get together, and we'll make a decision. How's that sound?"

I smiled, “Perfect.”

Our talk shifted to my parents, especially my Mom. Valerie told me she was doing well, and my parents were settling into their new house. Valerie had brokered the deal and passed on taking a commission. I thought that was nice of her and told her so.

I asked about her attire and told her she looked amazing. Her face lit up as she thanked me. She explained she had a meeting with a commercial real estate broker to discuss a possible merger. She wanted to impress him, and I told her she probably did. That got a huge smile.

We continued talking, and I noticed Valerie glancing at my abs now and then. I found it flattering and a tad bit arousing that she'd think of me like that. When we'd finished our beers, I asked if she'd like another. Since she brought me one, I fetched one for her. Our talk lasted longer than it should have for me. I had an early class but didn't want to shoo Valerie off. However, I was a big boy, and losing a little sleep was no big deal.

If I wasn't mistaken, in addition to eyeing me, I think Valerie began flirting with me. She asked about what type of women I liked. I found it very hard to narrow one type down. She also mentioned buying a hot tub for the house if I'd maintain it. Valerie asked if she did would it be alright if she dropped in to use it, and she'd call ahead to let me know. She didn't know if having someone as old as my mother lounging in the hot tub would jeopardize my social life. I laughed and told her it was fine. I just wasn't up on liability for renters after I was finished with my degree. She told me she'd deal with it and not to worry.

It was around eleven when Valerie finally left. I got a big hug at the front door, and we made a date to go running like we did back when I was in high school. It was good sitting and talking with her, and I hate to admit it, but the image of her in that outfit stayed on my mind when I went to bed.

It had been a while since I'd masturbated to her image, and once again, my sweet, sexy 'Aunt' was the star of the show.

Valerie was true to her word. Within three weeks, I got a text from Malea, letting me know a hot tub had been ordered for the house and that they had my number to arrange delivery and setup. I thanked her and waited for the text.

School was going well. I was getting to know some of the people in my classes, especially some of the girls. I wasn't dating, but I had hopes. Being three to five years older than most of the students seemed like an obstacle at first. But once the ice was broken, it didn't seem to matter. I tried to find common interests to talk about, and I was making progress. No real dates, but a few coffees with some very cute co-eds.

Thanksgiving was held at my parent's house. I was a little shocked at Mom's appearance. She looked good and seemed happy. I was expecting her to be tired and pale. My parents have never talked openly about bad things that have occurred. But this was something I'd hoped would change with her situation. So, I left it alone and only asked Mom how she was doing. She smiled at me and said she was going to be okay and not to worry about her. I told her I would regardless.

Dad was just as stoic as Mom was, it was frustrating. Some things will never change.

The big surprise was when Valerie walked in alone. I was expecting more people than the four of us. Mom and Dad usually invite some of the hygienists and office staff from their practice. Maybe it was due to Mom's condition; I wasn't going to ask.

I assumed the food was catered because Mom didn't feel like cooking, which was fine. There weren't the familiar aromas that I was used to for a Thanksgiving dinner at their place. With only the four of us, the table conversation was mostly idle banter, a little sports, some news, and catching up.

I didn't stay too long after dinner. Mom began to look tired, and I didn't want to make things worse. She insisted I take most of the leftovers home, so after the dishes were done, she helped me put things in containers and left them on the kitchen table for me.

Before leaving, Valerie and I talked quietly while we cleared the table and put things away. Mom and Dad moved to the living room to relax and wait for us.

Valerie apologized for the lack of guests. She knew Mom wasn't feeling well but didn't know it would be just the four of us. Valerie asked if the hot tub installation was complete as I washed the dishes. I told her it was, and it worked great. She smiled and asked if she could come over and use it. It had been a rough week, even though it was short, and she needed to unwind. Since dinner was over and it was close to seven, she promised she wouldn't stay too late. She mentioned her office was closed on Friday, and she knew school was out for the holiday. She'd be quiet so I could study if I wanted to. I told her it was fine and that I'd fire it up when I got home.

Valerie thanked me and asked if there was anything she should bring. I mentioned if she wanted to drink beer, I had plenty. She laughed and said she'd pick something up on the way over. I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then we parted so I could say goodnight and thank you to my parents.

When I arrived home, I left the front door unlocked for Valerie despite knowing she had a key. The hot tub was covered, so I removed that and fired up the heater and bubbles. I thought about changing into my swim trunks but wasn't sure she wanted me in the tub with her.

Before Valerie arrived, I quickly looked around and straightened things up so she wouldn't think I was a slob. Actually, I keep the house pretty clean, a habit I got from the service. Shipshape and stowed away. It makes things easier to find when you need them.

When Valerie arrived, she rang the doorbell, which surprised me. I opened it, and Valerie was all smiles. She was holding a shopping bag with the things she'd purchased at the store on the way over.

As Valerie entered, she asked, "Why aren't you in your suit? I figured we could talk more about the house if you didn't need to study. Is the tub warming up?"

I replied, "Yes, it is. I was busy straightening up, and I'll change now that you're here. I didn't know if you wanted to soak alone or not."

Valerie giggled, “I love talking to you, sweet boy. I always have.”

I locked the front door behind her and then headed to my room to change. I could hear her fumbling around in the kitchen, looking for glasses and whatever. There were a few brief moments of silence as I finished getting dressed. I grabbed some towels from my linen closet and took them with me to the kitchen, setting them on the table among my school books.

When I returned, Valerie was mixing Margaritas from a mix she'd bought at the store, along with a half gallon of Tequila.

Valerie asked if I'd like a Margarita instead of beer. It looked like she mixed too much for herself, so I told her I'd love some.

Valerie smiled as she poured the mix into a plastic pitcher she'd found in one of the cabinets. I told her I'd take it out to the hot tub if she'd grab the towels after she'd changed. She agreed, so I headed outside with the pitcher and two large glasses.

It wasn't long before Valerie stepped outside to join me. She clutched the towels, looking for a place to set them. I'd installed a string of LEDS for occasions like this. They aren't too bright, and they didn't bother the neighbors since there were tall hedges and a fence around the backyard.

Valerie saw one of my lounge chairs, placed the towels in it, and then joined me in the tub. When she turned to enter the hot tub, I noticed her bikini. There wasn't much there, to be honest. Just enough to barely cover her nipples and her pubic area. If I had to guess, Valerie had a thirty-six or thirty-eight-inch bust. They looked larger when I was younger, and even now, they looked amazing. I swear she has the body of someone twenty years younger.

I'd already poured our drinks as I watched her slip into the hot tub beside me. The bubbles were going full blast and were a little noisy, so Valerie scooted close so we didn't have to raise our voices to be heard.

We began discussing the hot tub and its installation as we sipped our drinks. She must have made them at least doubles from the way mine tasted. She asked about the work I'd completed since she was here last. I told her things were going well, and I'd have some ideas for the tiled shower before Christmas.

We'd finished one round of drinks when the subject turned to dating. Valerie asked me if I'd connected with anyone. I told her I hadn't on a serious level, mostly because I was too busy getting used to school, working on the house, and adjusting to being a civilian.

She replied, "So, none of the girls at school have invited you for a coffee or to study with them? I find that hard to believe, Andy. You're a great-looking guy."

I told her, “They have, and it's been casual. They're just as busy being students as I am. I don't go to the football games or socialize much. The year is still young, so maybe it will happen at some point. Maybe I'm too old for them. I don't know.”

I then turned the tables on her and asked about her social life.

Valerie sighed, “It's non-existent at the moment, sweetie. Maybe I should confess something to you.”

I looked at her, “Oh? Confess? Is it that bad?”

Valerie nodded, "Not too bad, sweetie. But you may think differently about me when I'm done. Please be patient with me and try not to interrupt. I'll answer questions at the end."

That made me wonder what was happening as we each took a long sip from our drinks.

Valerie began, "Andy, I've always liked boys and girls. I tried to hide it for a long time when I was younger. So, I kept the girls part a secret. That was until I met your mother. I fell for her right from the start. But she wasn't receptive to the idea, and I didn't push. I figured the best thing I could do was to find someone for her. I'd introduced them at one of the sorority parties because your Dad was in one of my classes, and he seemed to be perfect for her. They hit it off right away, which made me very happy. And you know the rest of that story, sweetie."

I nodded, taking another drink from my glass. I offered to refresh the drinks before Valerie continued. Valerie finished hers and handed me the glass, so I exited the tub, got the drinks, and then returned to sit and listen.

After taking a couple of swallows, Valerie continued, "So, I kept my desire for other girls quiet, found a nice guy, and got married. But that itch was still there and needed scratching from time to time. I decided to let Frank, my first husband, you probably don't remember him, you were too young, get his wish and have a three-way with another woman. He'd bring it up from time to time, especially when he'd drink. We went slow and found someone we both liked. We sat down and talked about honesty and communication between the three of us. Then we did the deed. Unfortunately, Frank and the other woman didn't honor our agreement and would sneak off together from time to time without me. So, we ended up divorcing. I stayed single for a long time, as you know."

She looked at me, and I recalled the times when she was single and Mom was trying to set her up with men who were patients. Finally, Mom got frustrated and quit doing that.

As Valerie continued her story, I saw her free hand slip under the water and felt it caress my thigh. I ignored it. I don't know why, except that it felt good there.

Valerie said, "I dated a few ladies during that time, but nothing serious. When I met Julius, we hit it off immediately. The sad thing about that marriage was that he was in the closet, and it took me five years to find out. I told him it was fine if he was bisexual. We even had a three-way with another guy. Which to me was very erotic. But, deep down inside, we knew he preferred men, so we divorced. He's living a new life as a female impersonator and is very happy. I finally said 'screw it' and focused on my business instead of my personal life. That's why I had so much time to spend with you, guiding you into running and swimming. Taking you to meets and being there for you to talk to.

Valerie continued explaining, "Andy, I'm more of an Alpha personality, which I'm sure you've realized. I've built my business, and now I want to spend more time enjoying the fruits of my labors. Your mother's cancer diagnosis has made me realize life is too short to spend time wondering 'what if'. Now I see something I want, and I go for it.

Then Valerie made a surprise confession, "So, Andy. I've watched you grow from a skinny little boy to a handsome young man. I've thought about you off and on through the years, but I've never done anything about it. That's mostly because you're my best friend's son. Since I've become my true self, I feel I can tell you what I want, and I think from what I've seen over the years, you've wanted it, too. That's one of the reasons I've offered this house to you. We can meet here; no one needs to know what we do."

I didn't know what to say. I was flattered and shocked. I've always lusted after Valerie, but she's my Mom's best friend.

Valerie didn't waste any time after she finished her sentence. She leaned in and briefly kissed me on the lips as her hand found my dick in a semi-hard state.

When she broke the kiss, she looked me in the eyes and told me, "You don't need to say a thing, sweet man, I felt your answer. Let's get out, dry off, and go to your room. We have the whole weekend to explore.”

I was speechless as Valerie continued massaging my dick over my trunks. She paused for a brief moment as I sat there, still trying to figure out what was going on. She reached back, and before I could say anything, the tiny bit of cloth covering her nipples dropped into the warm, bubbling water.

My eyes gave away my answer to her question. She smiled, took my hand, and stood. I rose, setting my glass on the rim of the tub.

Valerie looked at me, then the water in the tub, "Get my top, sugar."

I did as requested, quickly scooping up the tiny piece of cloth.

We stepped out as the hot tub timer shut the bubbles and heat off. I still hadn't said a word. Valerie grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off, smiling as she looked at me. I watched her slowly remove the beads of water from her exquisite body. My mouth longed to replace that towel, and soon, it would.

When she finished, Valerie handed me the other towel and told me to meet her in my room. She looked down at my trunks and smiled, then turned and slipped into the house, her ass cheeks jiggling as she did.

Now my dick was close to a full erection, and I knew she saw it tenting my swim trunks. I dropped the trunks, then dried myself off. The thought of her in my bed aroused and frightened me at the same time. I didn't have a ton of experience with women. It was always difficult for me to get to that point because when I got close, we'd deploy for six months or more.

I made sure I brought her tiny top and my trunks into the house to dry. I also made sure the sliding glass door to the backyard was locked and double-checked the front. When I walked into my bedroom, the only light that was on was in the adjoining bathroom.

I glanced over at my bed and saw Valerie lying on her side, nude against the pillows; the comforter and sheet had been tossed back. She looked seductive posed like that. She was massaging her full breasts, which sent a shiver down my spine. I hung our wet bathing suits on the shower curtain bar next to her bikini bottoms, took a deep breath, and hoped I wouldn't disappoint her in bed.

After hanging up the suits, I flicked the light off in the bathroom and joined Valerie in bed. It was pitch black, but that didn't matter. Her hands roamed my body, and I reciprocated as we lay together kissing.

I was anxious, and Valerie whispered between kisses, "Make love to me, Andy. Don't fuck me, sweetie. I'll guide you."

I answered with the first thing that popped into my head, "Yes, ma'am."

That made Valerie shiver as I slowed down and began to take my time exploring her exquisite body. We continued kissing for a very long time. I could sense my pre-cum oozing out of my dick and hoped I wouldn't lose my erection. Valerie didn't seem to mind having it on her, unlike some of the girls I'd slept with in the past.

When Valerie was ready, she gently placed one finger on my cheek and whispered, “Lower, sweetie. I love my breasts suckled. Play with my nipples, bite them, tug them, baby.”

This was very different than the girls I'd been with previously. They never talked or said what they wanted. I just assumed what they needed. I realized as I lowered my lips over Valerie's right nipple that this was going to be the learning experience of my life, and I was going to love the fuck out of it.

Valerie rolled from her side onto her back. I adjusted my position on her to nuzzle, suckle, and kiss each lovely breast. When she reached down to guide my hand to the unoccupied breast, I began kneading it, pinching her nipple and tugging on it. I was able to move over her, so neither breast was ignored, but for a few seconds.

Valerie moaned, "You're a fast learner, Andy. I like that. A little longer, sweetie. Then kiss your way down to my ankles. Then work your way back up, taking your time licking and kissing, lover."

Valerie didn't have to say anything, I was going to devour those amazing breasts until she nudged me or told me to go further South.

I keep the thermostat low when I go to bed. Our body heat combined began to make the room feel warm, and I was glad she'd tossed the covers back. I thought I'd get a bit creative and not follow her playbook to see what her reaction would be.

I'd finished one breast and was moving to the other, and instead of replacing my mouth with my hand, I managed to slip it between Valerie's legs. Her golden pubes were soaked, and I easily slipped a finger between her lips.

Valerie's response was, “Oh fuck, sweetie. Yes, baby.”

When I heard that, I continued fingering her for a few more minutes. My hand was soaked when I started kissing down her tummy, and instead of moving further to her ankles, my tongue joined my finger inside her.

One of the things I enjoy most is feeling a woman climax on my tongue. It can get a bit scary when they clamp their thighs on my head, but when she's climaxed and breathless, I feel it was all worthwhile. Plus, they just taste wonderful.

Using the tip of my tongue, I focused on her clit up under her hood. It was larger than most I've had the pleasure of teasing. My finger aided my efforts, and from the sounds Valerie was making, I was doing a fantastic job.

As I was devouring her, I managed to move my free hand up her tummy to grasp her breast. I continued playing with her nipple, tugging and pinching it as I slurped up all of her sweet nectar. This went on until Valerie grasped my head in her hands and held me tight to her.

When I touched her magic spot, she told me to focus. I'd been hitting it and then toying around, but she'd had enough and was ready to climax. The tip of my tongue did as requested and focused exactly where she wanted it to. It didn't take long before my mother's best friend was calling out my name and thanking me as her body convulsed in orgasmic splendor.

As expected, her firm thighs squeezed my head, and her hands pressed my face into her until I was barely breathing. I don't know if she felt the smile on my face when it happened, but it was there as Valerie shuddered and writhed. I would have loved to have had the lights on to watch her, but I was sure that would happen at some point in our new relationship.

When Valerie calmed down, she drew me up to kiss me. In between kisses, she reached down to be sure I was still hard. When she realized I was, she asked how I wanted her. I grinned, but I don't think she saw it when I replied.

“I want you to ride me while I play with those gorgeous tits, Val.”

Valerie laughed, “I was hoping you might say that, sweetie.”

So, we repositioned ourselves, and Valerie eased my swollen dick between her legs and began her ride.

It had been a while since I'd gotten laid. My dick had been swelling and deflating since we were in the hot tub, which felt like a couple of hours ago. He was stiff as a board as Val bobbed up and down on him, varying her motions to please herself as well as me.

She felt so good riding me, and her boobs in my hands added to my happiness. I finally got to touch and play with them, something I'd dreamed about since I first discovered girls. I tried taking my mind off the sensations inside me. I thought about the tile shower project, color charts, my English Lit homework, and anything else that slipped into my brain to distract me from cumming too soon.

It must have lasted long enough because I could sense Val starting to get tired of squirming on my erection. I cupped her ass cheeks and moved her just a bit so her movements became more intense. I also forgot all about the distractions and let myself enjoy this beautiful woman on top of me. It didn't take long to release my seed.

When I did, Valerie slowed and moaned as I filled her. She let me pump until I was spent, then laid on top of me so we could kiss and cuddle. I realized then we were both a little sweaty. It felt good as we caught our breaths and let our racing hearts return to a regular beat.

Val was the first to speak, "If I'd know you were this good, baby, we'd have done this long ago."

I grinned, “Timing is everything, Val. This is the right time and place. I don't know if I would have done this when I was younger, even though I've always lusted after you.”

She sighed, “You're right. Having this house and you in it makes it easy for me to visit without anyone suspecting anything.”

Valerie squirmed a bit because I was shrinking inside her. She kissed me passionately, then gently extracted herself and laid down beside me. We continued talking, kissing, and caressing each other until she yawned.

I excused myself to use the bathroom and brought back a towel to cover the wet spot we'd created. Val giggled and got out of bed to use the bathroom, so I placed the towel where we'd been lying. When Val returned, we snuggled a little more until we fell asleep.

Friday morning, I was gently awakened by a kiss on my cheek and Val's hand, bringing my shrunken penis back to life. I turned to look at her. She was smiling as my dick began to stiffen.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Time to rise and shine for me.”

I laughed, “I'll do my best.”

Val giggled, “I'm sure you will, lover.”

The next thing I knew, she was kissing her way down my body, stopping at my fully erect penis to engulf it. Her lips felt amazing as she bobbed her head up and down me, varying her timing and approach. She let it pop out of her mouth, licked it up and down, and engulfed it again. Her hand stroked me slowly with a full grip and then changed to just her fingernails teasing me. I was in heaven.

Once again, I tried thinking of non-sexual things. I closed my eyes because watching her was just too sexy. I started doing multiplication tables in my head, trying in vain to concentrate on them instead of how Valerie was making me feel. I think I lasted long enough to impress her, but when she focused her mouth on the head, I couldn't hold back any longer. That's when she swallowed me whole, along with all the warm cum I let loose.

Valerie swallowed it all, then licked my shaft clean with a smile. She moved back up so we could kiss, and I welcomed her into my arms. We lay kissing and whispering how good we felt until my stomach started growling. That made us laugh and signaled it was time for a shower and breakfast.

However, our playtime didn't end in bed, and we just moved it to the shower. It started innocently enough as we washed each other from head to toe. But I decided that those soapy slick boobs needed attention, so I began playing with them. I noticed a small scar under each breast since the bathroom was lit. I assume Val had a little enhancement done despite having great natural breasts. I assumed because I didn't want to ask, that she had them done mainly as a business thing. I guessed she wanted to look successful and youthful to her high-end clients. We all have a bit of vanity in us, and I'm not one to judge.

So, once I started on her boobs, the logical conclusion was to go down on her. I backed her into the shower wall and knelt before her.

Valerie responded, "Gawd, you're insatiable; I love it!"

I smiled up at her as I proceeded to deliver another intense orgasm to her.

After that, we finished our shower, dried off, and dressed. While we were drying, Valerie asked me to get her overnight bag from the trunk of her car so she could change it into something more casual. She'd had this all planned out and had packed an overnight case. So, while she made coffee dressed in one of my tee shirts, I fetched the bag for her.

During breakfast, we discussed leaving a change of clothes and some toiletries here for her. I mentioned we'd have to hide them because my father might be helping with some of the repairs, and I didn't want to lie to him about their owner. Val thought that was a good point. She didn't want anyone asking questions. I'd figure out someplace to hide whatever she wanted to leave here. The alternative was for her to pack a bag and leave it in her car.

When I brought all of Dad's tools over, I arranged them so I could park my car in the garage. There wasn't enough room for two cars, so I gave Val the second remote and told her I'd park in the driveway so the neighbors wouldn't see her car. Val liked the idea and told me she liked the way I was thinking.

Since most of the neighborhood consisted of college students and most weren't on campus for the holiday, we took our time trading parking places. Val was going to stay with me for a couple of days to make up for lost time in the bedroom and to go over my ideas for the house.

The rest of Friday and the weekend, we were like two sex-starved teenagers teasing each other almost every chance we got. We basically fucked like rabbits all weekend, getting to know what each other liked. Since the house was still a mess, most of our sex/lovemaking was in my bedroom. But we did manage to play in the kitchen a couple of times, and just about every time we showered.

After our third shower, Val confessed it really needed to be expanded so at least two people would fit. I didn't say anything when she mentioned 'at least'. I told her I'd make it as large as practical, which she liked.

I discovered what Val had hinted at when she mentioned she liked to lead. It wasn't that she ordered me around, but she led most of the direction our playing took. It was fine with me. I was used to taking orders in the service, and none of those orders had the outcome that Val's did. I didn't always do exactly what she said, and she didn't seem to mind because the ending was always a happy one for both of us.

One thing she did was to get me to take my time when I went down on her. Previously, during the times I'd done it before, it was enough to get my lover wet and more in the mood to receive me. Val wanted me to linger; she loved long, slow pussy eating sessions. I was happy to accommodate her, and with her guidance, I believe I became a better lover.

Another thing I'll never complain about is the way Val gives blow-jobs. She took me to the edge so many times I was almost begging her to let me cum. That sexy woman would sometimes taunt me before she let me, but she always did, and she usually swallowed.

Val left late Sunday night, and to be honest, I was a little glad she did. I was worn out and hadn't done much work around the house, not to mention studying. However, fulfilling those fantasies we'd both had about each other was worth it.

Val promised she'd be over when she could, but most likely, it would be Christmas Day and New Year's Eve. I told her I was going to be at Mom and Dad's Christmas Eve. She giggled and said there might be a special present for me under my tree Christmas morning. That sent my imagination into overdrive.

I could hardly wait.