After we returned to the table, Wendy was very matter-of-fact, not showing any indication of what we’d been up to. I guessed that she was discrete, not wanting our co-worker to know what was taking place between us. As soon as our co-worker left, Wendy pulled me close and kissed me. I slid my tongue between her lips and our mouths expressed what our bodies had been saying as we danced.
“I like you, and I want to spend the night with you,” Wendy said. I asked her what would happen on Monday when we were at work. “Hi, Jim”, Wendy replied with a shrug.
You know, I really appreciate a woman who can accept sex simply for the sake of pleasure. I was turned on and looked forward to fucking this horny girl. I asked if she wanted to go to her place. She told me she couldn’t, as she lived with her dad. I told her we could go to my place. We left, and she followed me in her car. The club we had been at was less than two miles from my house, so it wasn’t long before we were enjoying drinks in my living room.
“Who all lives here?” Wendy asked, looking around at the room, which definitely did not look like it was furnished by a 22-year-old guy. I told her it was my mom’s house, and that I was staying here until I could get my own place. She asked if it was cool that she was there. I smiled and told her “You haven’t met my mom. This is no problem.”
Wendy accepted that, and we headed to my room, which was at the opposite end of the house from my mom’s master bedroom, so we had two bedrooms between us. I soon found out that Wendy was very vocal during sex, especially when she climaxed. Not so much words as just unusual sounds. I never had to wonder if anything I did with Wendy worked for her. Her sex sounds were a dead giveaway.
Even our first night together, she made enough noise that I held my palm over her mouth to silence her, thinking she could wake my mom. Kinky little minx that she was, the restraint turned her on even more, and her noises got louder and louder. Wendy and I fucked three times that night, and I deposited each load into her eager cunt. I enjoyed her plump curves, as well as her pussy, which got tighter and tighter each time she came — and Wendy had a greater capacity for orgasm than any woman I’d known to that point!
When I woke the following morning, I was the only one in the bed. My first thought was that Wendy left during the early morning hours to get out without my mom seeing her. No big deal. I didn’t mind at all the thought that Wendy used me for sex and took off without a word. I don’t think most young men would mind!
I slipped on some shorts and went out to get morning coffee. When I got to the kitchen, I found mom and Wendy drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes while they chatted like old friends. That was a first for me. This was shaping up to be a pretty entertaining hookup!
Wendy was back to being pretty matter-of-fact, and I followed her lead. She finished her coffee and said she needed to be going. I walked her to her car (mom raised me to be a gentleman) and watched her pull away. Returning to the house, I poured a refill and sat down in the barstool across from mom, who had a strange smirk on her face.
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