Then Again Part 2
No one else was there. Her nipples hardened as his cock inched inside of her and she spread her legs to take it all before she came back to. She was still alone.
Part 1
Barbara looked at the single room apartment and shook her head.
“I didn’t realize it. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Matt said, with his head down as he sat on the edge of the murphy bed he just pulled out of the wall.
“You didn’t realize you were moving into a one-room apartment with a bed in the fucking wall? Matt, this is too small for one person, much less two. We can’t live here.”
“But I signed the lease. 6 months. I can’t afford to pay rent here and another place.”
“Unbelievable.” She put her head in her hands. “This is a disaster.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Colston. I should have been more vigilant.” He walked to the kitchenette connected to the bathroom. There was only a small countertop separating it from the room.
“I’ll take you to your mom’s in the morning. I’m sorry.” Matt stood up and walked to the front door.
“I’m not leaving, Matt, but we need to figure out how we are going to live like this for 6 months. I’ll take the couch and you get the bed; you paid for the place. Let’s just get a shower and some sleep.”
The showers were awkward. He’d thought to grab a towel from her place, but they had to share it. The exchange was awkward when she realized she didn’t take any clean clothes in the bathroom with her. After he caught another glimpse of her in her panties, he spent 30 minutes in the shower and the thought of him jerking off to her sent her head reeling again. A memory stirred every time she thought of Matt, but she pushed it back as she covered the bed in their new-to-them blankets.
He insisted on sleeping on the couch and she was tired of arguing, so she fell into the uncomfortable bed exhausted. Despite the terrible mattress, she slept until a noise woke her in the late night. She blinked the sleep away and turned to the couch before quickly turning back. Matt had his dick in his hand, stroking it. A rock hard cock replaced the limp member she saw last night, and his breathing said he was close to finishing, but a muffled moan shortly after confirmed it. She closed her eyes again, but Matt and a gas station in the fog were all she saw in her dreams.
The next day was busy. She applied at four restaurants and set up interviews for a few more. That night and next found a repeat performance for Matt. She would pretend to sleep, and he would jerk off. After the third night, she decided to talk about it. She couldn’t sleep, and he was obviously frustrated.
“Hey Matt, let’s talk.” She pushed the Chinese food to the other side of the small bar that separated the kitchenette from the only room. “I get we are adults and need private time, but you’ve been going at it for the last three nights, man.”
He jumped up. “I’m so sorry. Ms. Colston. I thought you were asleep. Shit, this is embarrassing.”
“Stop. Matt, sit down.” She waited before continuing. “I get it. You probably haven’t had sex since Victoria, but can you do it in the bathroom? And maybe tone it down a bit. You know, not every night.”
He paced around the small room, scared and embarrassed. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“I said it’s fine. Bathroom next time and I’ll find you someone. Vicky’s going to be away a while. Deal?” She asked with an understanding smile.
He smiled back and sat on the bed. “Deal. It’s just that this isn’t about Vicky. I’m not sure I should tell you though.”
“Matt, we are stuck in a room for 6 months. Secrets are going to be tough to keep.” She moved to the couch.
“Right, so when I saw we had to run from your house, I threw all your clothes in a bag and, well, I saw a lot of your panties and I’ve maybe been thinking about that.”
She made sure she heard him correctly. “You’ve been jerking off, thinking of me in my panties?”
“Yea, sorry. I’ll stop.”
“Not expecting that, but okay. I said no secrets, so that’s out. Look, I guess it’s okay. Just don’t be weird around me. I’m taking a shower.” She grabbed their towel and some clothes and shut the bathroom door before letting out a deep breath. Poor guy, but being the star of his wet dreams made her smile. She shook her head and glimpsed a young woman in the mirror, but only for a moment, and she was gone. With a shiver, she stripped and jumped in the warm, streaming water.
After her shower, she slid on a pair of black panties. A tingle ran up her stomach as she thought of his cock again. The drive to the city came back. It was still cloudy, but every time she thought of Matt jerking off, it cleared up some. She was in the gas station fucking over the sink, in the car, reaching for Matt’s cock.
But he’s so lonely, Barbara. So are you.
The voice filled her head, and she held the sink as the Blonde Man’s cock teased her from behind. She looked in the mirror. Alone. No one else was there. Her nipples hardened as his cock inched inside of her and she spread her legs to take it all before she came back to. She was still alone.
Don’t you love how he wants you? How pretty he makes you feel. Staring at you?
She waited, hoping to feel the Blonde Man again. Matt didn’t have to use this little bathroom, did he? How selfish of her; she could help him some. A soft smile crossed her face as she put her t-shirt on, leaving her pajama pants on the floor.
“Hey Matt, come here.”
“What’s up?” He walked to the door and stopped, his mouth open.
“Since you were thinking about it. I can show you, but don’t get any ideas.” She turned so he could see the satin panties on her ass. She still had a figure, despite the last few years. Men loved her ass, so she made sure he got a full view.
“Wow, Ms. Colston. You’re so beautiful.”
“Was beautiful. I haven’t taken care of myself, but maybe I’ll change that someday. Anyway, have fun in the shower, stud. Good night.”
She squeezed by him and smiled at her little show. After twenty minutes, she knew he was thinking of her little black panties. The thought made her happier than it should have, but it was the one she went to sleep with. Again in the night, she heard another noise and the kitchen light blinded her.
“Oh my god, Matt. Turn out the fucking light. At least when you were jerking off, it was in the dark.”
“I don’t believe it. This comic book is crazy expensive. Look at this! We have to take them back to that elderly couple. We can’t keep them. It’s wrong.”
What the fuck is he talking about?
“Go. To. Bed.” She threw a sock at him. “And turn out the light!” She rolled over and tried to fall asleep.
The next morning should have been pleasant with the cool fall weather, but she shook her head and cut glances at Matt as they drove back to the couple’s home.
“Has it occurred to you that you’re wrong? I’m sure you’ve made a mistake.” She said as she looked out of the window.
“I’ve collected comics my whole life, so I’m not wrong.”
“I never saw you with comic books.” She stopped before he responded. Vicky would have sold them. “You’re obviously going to do this, but make sure you get your money back.”
He smiled at her. “It’s the right thing to do, Ms. Colston.”
They drove around the area three times, sure they’d taken a wrong turn. After a few more trips, they pulled into a modern gas station and stood by the car, looking at the dilapidated house next door. No trespassing signs hung on the broken front door that no one had passed through in decades. The roof caved in on the side and the overgrown yard hadn’t seen a lawnmower in years.
“Ms. Colston.”
“I don’t know, Matt.” She looked around the gas station. It was brand new. She remembered the pumps didn’t have card readers, but these did. An old man came out of the store and she recognized his limp. His blonde hair was gray now. His limp heavier. With an empty cardboard box in his hands, he turned to them.
“Hiya folks. Pretty day.” He smiled as she approached him.
“Sir, does a young blonde boy work here? Maybe 19 years old?”
He laughed. “Not in a long time. My blonde hair turned gray 20 years ago. Better than it falling out, I say.”
“What about a woman and a teenager? She worked in the kitchen.”
“Not since you’ve been alive. I haven’t used that kitchen since the 70s. How’d you know about it?”
“Matt, let’s get in the car and go.” She grabbed his hand and ran.
“But — ”
“Now, Matt.” She jumped in the passenger seat and looked away from the gas station. Her head swam as he started the car. With a glance back, she saw the Blonde Man in the store window, smiling, waving at her. She and Matt didn’t speak on the way back, but she felt a gnawing urge to strip in the car and take his cock in her mouth. She focused on the scenery and squeezed her legs together the whole ride.
After bursting through the front door, she grabbed a bottle of vodka from the cabinet.
“This isn’t real. This isn’t real. There were people there. We talked to them. The gas station was old.” She paced the small room. “What the fuck. Look at the comic books. What are they?” she asked as Matt followed her in.
He pulled two books out. “The first appearance of Green Lantern and it looks like it came straight off the newsstand in 1940, and that isn’t the most expensive one. Ms. Colston, we’re rich.”
She set up a shot glass.
They spoke little as the day rolled into night. The world changed. Things she knew couldn’t happen, happened. She took a shower and hoped the water washed the day away. While the water cascaded down her body, she thought of Matt. He could have left her there, taken the comics and ran. Instead, he tried to take them back to the owners and brought her along. She knew he wouldn’t throw her aside. He wouldn’t leave. They shared something more than her daughter. They both knew the fantastic happened. No matter what, they couldn’t go their separate ways. Not anymore.
After she got out of the shower, Matt passed her and took his. She waited until he finished before she opened the door. He startled.
“Oh, shit. I’m in here.” He covered himself with a towel.
“Where else would you be? Of course you’re here.” She stood in front of him and slid her flannel pajama pants down. Her threadbare white shirt gave a view of her puffy nipples, but his eyes were elsewhere. With a spin, she showcased the small turquoise panties that barely hid her pussy under the soft satin. She pulled his towel away.
“These look cute on me. You like them?” She turned on her heels and bent over.
“Yea.”
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll say ma’am or Ms. Colston. Clear?”
He nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“Come here.” She grabbed his hand, his cock hardening, as she walked to the bed and sat down. “You don’t jerk your cock off anymore. I’ll do it for you. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am.” His cock stood at attention as he looked down at her. She wrapped her fingers around it, his size dwarfing her hand. So big. Her pussy tingled as she stroked him; his chest, still wet from the shower, glistened, and the tip of his cock followed as the first drops of precum formed.
“What are the rules? Tell me.”
“I don’t masturbate.”
“Wrong. Try again or I stop.”
“I don’t unde — ”
She removed her hand and looked at him, eyebrows cocked. “Say it the right way.”
“I won’t jerk off. You’ll do it for me.”
She smiled and took his cock back in her hand. “How close are you? We need to work on your control.”
“Close. You’re so pretty. I’m so close.”
“Do you think I’m pretty, or is it my panties? That’s your thing, right?”
“Yes, I mean yes ma’am.”
“Do you want to cum on them?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” He moved closer to her.
She leaned in and ran her tongue through the puddle of clear cum formed on his tip; the salty flavor coated her lips as his legs tensed. With her legs spread, she leaned back on the bed and jerked his cock near her satin covered pussy. “Cum on my panties. Be a good boy.”
His cock swelled in her hand as she stroked him and gripped his muscled thighs. With his back arched, he shot streams of cum on her, from her panties to her face. It didn’t stop, despite masturbating for the last few nights. It was as if he’d saved this for her. She rubbed him until his cock softened in her hand. Covered in his semen, she smiled as she took off her shirt. “I need to get back in the shower, stud. That was impressive.”
He was out of breath. “Thank you ma’am.”
“Get in the bed. You don’t sleep on the couch anymore.” She turned off the light and felt him slide into bed with her.
The next few days were fast. They needed to come up with a story about the comic books and figure out how to sell them. Matt’s infatuation with her led to repeat encounters. It seemed the more times he covered her in cum, the more he wanted to do it. She took care of him twice one day, always in just her panties. It drove him crazy, and she found his attention more flattering every day.
They were looking online for some of the comic prices, but she wasn’t convinced theirs were original. If they were, then they were about to be very rich. It was surreal. As she sat on the single front step of their apartment with a beer in her hand, she saw someone from the corner of her eye.
The Blonde Man.
She stood up as he walked around the edge of another apartment building. With the comic books forgotten, she sprinted to the corner and into a girl half her age. They collided, causing the girl’s laundry to fly from her basket.
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry. Shit.” Barbara reached for the girl and helped her up before grabbing her clothes and trying to fold them into the basket.
“It’s okay, really,” the girl said, laughing. “The most excitement I’ve had all day. I’m Bliss. I think we are neighbors.”
Barbara looked at the young girl and shook her hand. Her hair was as blonde as any she’d ever seen. Long and straight, down to her butt. This girl graced paintings of princesses and angels. A crown or a set of wings was more appropriate than a load of laundry. Barbara’s eyes covered her, from her thin waist to her large breasts hidden behind a thin t-shirt. Her smile was from an ad. A soda ad from a 50s magazine or a large advertisement for a department store the world forgot about long ago. Bliss indeed.
“Barbara. I’m Barbara.”
“Sorry to run into you, Barbara.”
“It’s my fault. Did you see a blonde man walk by here? Young, about your age, walks with a limp?”
She smiled on one side of her mouth. “Are you trying to make fun of me?” Bliss secured the basket on her hip and walked past Barbara with a slight limp. With a soft smile, she turned to her, “And you don’t look much older than me.” She laughed as she rounded the corner. Barbara looked at a window, her reflection barely visible, but a younger girl stared back at her. Her hair brilliant again, her eyes vibrant. Years disappeared. She followed Bliss around the corner.
“Sorry, it’s been a confusing time. Let me help you carry that.” She reached for the basket and Bliss, amused, handed it to her and they walked to her apartment door. The clothes smelled like a field of flowers from her youth and Bliss glowed as the sun beamed down on her. Barbara’s hand touched something soft in the basket. With a glance down, she saw her lingerie. A soft silken camisole set. It must have unfolded when she dropped the basket.
As Bliss pulled her key from her tight jeans, Barbara saw her body in her mind. The yellow lingerie top resting lightly on her pert nipples as they poked through the thin fabric. The satin shorts clinging to her round ass. Her breath quickened as the princess unlocked the door.
Invite me in. I’ll take care of you, beautiful. I’ll take care of you forever.
“Barbara? You there?” Her voice sang to her.
“Oh yeah, sorry. Maybe we could talk later. Since we’re neighbors and all,” Barbara said.
She gave a shrug with a big smile. “Yea, sure. I’d like that.” A perfect smile. Unnaturally perfect. “I’m always here, Barbara. Always.” She went inside.
She left her door and walked into her apartment, locking the door behind her. Matt was at the table. After throwing her shirt across the room, exposing her tits to him, she dropped to her knees. Matt looked up from the comics.
“Bring your hard cock over here. It isn’t going to suck itself.”
His dick was out before he reached her. The Blonde Man and Bliss filled her mind as she wrapped her lips around him and pushed him into her throat. She wanted his hands on her head, fucking her mouth, but he wasn’t there yet. Yet. Her soaked panties rubbed against her pussy, but Matt’s cock had her attention. He was swelling in her mouth before she pulled him back and let him cover her face. So fast. So much. He could go all day. She smiled at the thought as she wiped his cum off and kissed the tip of his cock.
Matt didn’t wake up in the night, but he stayed close. She got up to get a drink and on the way back to bed, looked at the comics he had sitting out. She picked one up. The art looked old, but the comic was pristine. Superman was on the cover, holding a green car over his head. The date said 1938.
“Action Comics #1,” she said with a shrug as she sat the book back in the box and slid into bed with Matt.
To Be Continued …
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