James and Katherine: Part 9
As his blood finally decided
to return to his brain, James slowly came to realize that they were both
shaking. Holding on tight. He had released her arms and legs and they were now
wrapped around him lazily sliding up and down his thighs and torso, caressing
him softly. After all the grunting and cursing they had done the silence now
seemed like something magical. He had never felt anything like this with
anyone. Never cum so hard. His cock was still inside her, throbbing in a final
effort to give her every last drop before it began that exquisitely slow slide
out of her pussy.
They were both breathing hard. Taking in large gasps of air
as they gazed at each other through glazed eyes finally daring to let the
fatigue show. Katherine’s hair was a mess. So were her clothes for that matter
since they didn’t give each other much of a chance to get undressed before
tearing into each other. Her makeup was ruined, mascara was running down her
face and her lipstick was everywhere. She was a heaving, orgasm ravaged wreck
and she was even more beautiful than he had ever seen her. James let out a
slight laugh as he looked down at himself. His own clothes were done. His
shirt torn open with buttons hopelessly missing and his pants were pulled down
around his ankles. Soon they were both smiling, all tension leaving the room.
As he rose and pulled up his pants he kissed the palm of her hand. He rose on
unsteady legs and tried his best not to collapse on the way to the door.
As he opened the door to leave he turned, “See you tomorrow,
Mrs.Cartier.” She was still laying across the couch in a beautiful, erotic
mess.
“Katherine, James. And, yes,
tomorrow.”
Outside, James climbed into the cabin of his pick-up. He
was completely exhausted and despite his heroic effort getting to the door his
legs were made of rubber right now. He managed to drive five blocks just to
save face before pulling over to rest. He woke two hours later. Once he got
home he planned on a very cold shower and some solid sleep. It was only four
more days to graduation. After that it was really going to be “Katherine” and
not “Mrs.Cartier”. James’ tired thoughts turned to the future. A future filled
with long legs and fierce green eyes. The house was empty. Quiet. He fell
asleep smiling.
As the door closed behind him, Katherine struggled
to find just enough energy to take her to her purse. She lit up a cigarette and
took in a long, cooling breath. Noticing the damage to the couch, not only the
stains but actual structural damage they had caused, she sighed wondering where
she was going to get the money for a new couch on a teacher’s salary. She could
always blow old Mr.Vorson at the furniture store but after tonight even the
thought was repulsive. For some reason she still had one heel on. She kicked it
off as she reached for her cell-phone.
“Hello. Oh, hello Andrea. Is my daughter around? Thank you. Put
her on please? I’ll wait……Laura, hello, Sweetheart. Mommy has a surprise for
you, dear. Yes. I’ve finally found you a partner. Yes. Yes. We will discuss it
when you come home tomorrow morning. Have fun tonight, Sweetheart. Bye-Bye.”
Katherine leaned back for a moment. Her very sore and very
well-fucked pussy a total mess between her legs. She took another drag on the
cigarette. She definitely needed a bath, a long hot relaxing bath. She had not
taken a pounding like that in years and she was out of shape.She smirked to
herself. Out of shape. Face facts, Lady, you are now officially “Old”. You
could be kind and use ‘Milf’ but very few Milf’s bothered to compete. But now,
Laura and James. Those two.
The League won’t know what hit them.