Midlife Glitch (May/December Romances Book 1) (3 page)

I awoke in the dark to the sensation of movement in the bed. Fucking cats, I thought, immediately realizing it wasn't them. I jerked back startled.

"It's only me," she cooed softly, her face nuzzling into my neck.

I glanced at the clock. 2:36am.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Mmm, hmm," she moaned, kissing my check, her hand snaking down under the covers to rub my crotch.

"What are you doing?" I asked groggily.

"I want you," she said simply, now leaning over me to kiss my cheek.

That jolted me awake.

"Ashley, you're drunk," I suggested as gently as I could.

"A little," she admitted. "But I know what I want. I've been thinking about it for days." She slid her hand under the waistband of my PJs and firmly stroked my cock.

“You want it too,” she added, feeling my hardness.

I did want it. But I knew we couldn’t.

"No, we can't do this," I said, reaching out to push her away.

It was then I realized she was naked. Totally nude. Not a stitch of clothing. Trying to separate us put my hands on her breasts. I recoiled and she sprang back toward me. I tried to take her by her shoulders, but she wrapped her bare legs around me, and sucked my thumb into her mouth.

"No, stop!" I ordered, trying again to escape her clutches. She just giggled.

I know it seems crazy, but between not wanting to hurt her and not wanting to touch anything inappropriate, I was having a devil of a time separating the two of us. And, of course, my body couldn't help but respond to this nubile creature writhing against me.

Except, of course, that wasn’t it, not all of it. I could overpower her… if I wanted to. Without hurting her… if I wanted to. I could flee… if I wanted to. And I wanted to. But not enough, because the truth is, the feel of her lithe body against mine, that silky hair whipping across my face, her silly little giggle as we wrestled ineffectually… it was intoxicating. And yet, I knew it was wrong.

I stopped struggling and tried to calm myself.

"Ashley, stop it. We can't do this."

She nuzzled in close again, kissing my neck, her erect nipples pressing against my arm.

"You're right, we can't," she breathed as she sucked on my ear lobe.

"This is wrong!"

"Yes, so very,
very
wrong," she moaned as she ground her pelvis against my leg. She was mocking me.

"Ashley...."

"Shhh." She took my hand and pressed it down between her legs. "See what you do to me?" she cooed.

Her muff was drenched. Is there anything better able to break down a man’s willpower than a wet pussy? How many men have thrown it all away in the intoxication of it? She rubbed my hand up and down her slit until I could feel the heat and wetness within.

She'd worked her other hand back into my bottoms and was again stroking my cock, which was now rock hard, almost painfully so.

She kissed me on the lips. Lightly at first, but after a few moments it turned into a rough, wet embrace, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. She'd let go on my hand, but I was still rubbing her snatch. She was so fucking wet. My finger slipped between her lips, partway into her steaming cunt.

Then suddenly she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. She was surprisingly strong, or at least her excitement made her seem that way. This time, I didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. Mostly by instinct I fumbled with my PJs and wrenched them down about mid-thigh.

I stabbed my erection blindly toward her. Once, twice, on the third time, it found its mark, the tip splitting her wet cunt. She gasped softly. Without a pause, I entered her slowly, not stopping until I was buried completely inside her.

"Oh God, you're big," she moaned.

But it wasn't that I am so big; rather, it was that she was so fucking tight. I'd forgotten what an eighteen-year-old pussy feels like; it had been so, so many years since I’d had the opportunity to experience one. But it is heaven on earth. My cock felt like it was enveloped in a compression sleeve. It was so snug that fucking would have been impossible if she hadn't also been so incredibly wet. And the heat. It was like an oven.

I wasn't even thinking about her enjoyment. I wasn't thinking about anything, really, except that amazing sensation as I fucked her tight, wet hole with long, slow strokes. I have no idea how long that lasted. I was completely lost in the moment.

And then suddenly it was like a thousand fingers gripped my cock, squeezing it in waves up and down the shaft. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me, wide-eyes, her lips in the shape of a perfect "o" as she moaned her pleasure.

I was sweating. We both were. I raised myself up on both arms and looked down at her. She was breathing heavily, her perfect breasts rising toward the ceiling with every gasp.

I pulled out and got to my knees.

"No, don't stop, please," she begged.

"Don't worry. I don't want to stop either," I replied as I ease off my PJs completely.

I caressed her slim, toned legs and placed her ankles up over my shoulders. I slid a pillow under her ass, and then scooched in close. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her wet snatch, making her squirm in anticipation. Then I entered her again, and she let out a delicious little mewl of pleasure in response.

She was just a tight as before, her pussy clinging to my cock as I slowly slid in and out.

From my kneeling position, she was spread out before me. Her golden hair was splayed across the pillow, her hands tracing circles over her belly and chest. Her breasts were jiggling with each thrust.

I looked over at her dainty, little, feet resting on my shoulders. I'm not a foot guy, but I couldn't help it and sucked her toe into my mouth. She giggled, and I laughed as well.

I caressed her legs, tracing my fingers along her inner thigh. Resting my hand on her damp, blond muff, I let my finger brush against her swollen snatch. She shuddered and I started rubbing her clit in small circles. She moaned loudly, her hips now gyrating, rising upward to meet my thrusts.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she squealed, her voice rising higher and higher as she arched off the bed impaling herself completely on my shaft. The thousand fingers squeezed my cock.

She dropped back heavily onto the mattress. I started thrusting again, but she reached up and put her hand on my belly.

"Just a second," she gasped. "I need a break."

I pulled out and lay down next to her. She was breathing heavily, almost as if she'd run a sprint. Her hand reached down and firmly stoked my slimy cock. I took the opportunity to caress her body, cupping her firm breasts, and tracing the nipples with my fingertips.

"Did you yet?" she inquired after a few moments.

"No, but...." I was going to tell her it was okay. That we didn't need to continue if she was done.

"I want you to," she cut me off. "How do you want me?"

I knew the answer right away, but I hesitated for a moment in answering. I didn't want to break the spell. This was something Joanne didn't like to do. But then I went for it.

"I want you on your hands and knees."

"Mmmmm, okay," she chirped happily.

Her eagerness to please was almost as sexy as her tight, little body. Almost. She got on all fours, and I knelt behind her. It was an amazing view, her long blond hair streaming down her back, her body tapering from her shoulders to her tiny waist, and then flaring again to an absolutely perfect, firm, heart-shaped ass.

I rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she was moaning, her ass swaying in anticipation. I entered slowly, worried that she might be getting sore or that she her excitement was ebbing, but her soft mewls of pleasure and unbelievable wetness let me know she was up for more.

It was my turn, so I fucked her harder and faster than before, burying myself into her over and over, our bodies slapping together loudly. I reached around and fondled her full breasts, pinching her nipples until she yelped excitedly. Releasing her tits, I let my hands rest just beneath them so that each thrust caused her erect nipples to brush against my fingers.

Then I grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard, pulling them apart so that I could more easily see my cock spearing her tight snatch and her perfect, little asshole pulsing with each stroke. I ran my thumb up her crack, and pressed it lightly against her anus. She suddenly threw her head back and let out a high-pitched squeak as her body shuddered and her cunt spasmed against my cock for the third time. Joanne was always anxious about any ass play, and it was a thrill to be with a partner who seemed to relish it.

Then as if all her strength suddenly disappeared, she collapsed face down onto the bed. I followed her down and continued pounding into her. In that position, she was amazingly even tighter than before, though so well lubed than I was able to slide in and out easily.

She looked back at me over her shoulder, her hair a tangled, matted mess, her eyes wide, her mouth open and gasping. She looked nothing if not well fucked.

“Oh my God, you’re amazing,” she gushed.

Hearing that was an adrenaline rush. I thrust again, harder, and again, pressing myself into her completely, getting every last millimeter of my prick inside her. She gasped.

And then suddenly I went lightheaded. I saw colors, and I came so hard it actually hurt for a moment as my dick hole stretched to allow a torrent of cum to escape. And then euphoria as my balls emptied completely, and I collapsed onto her back, my prick still buried in her tight wet hole.

I gasped to catch my breath, and then rolled off her onto my back. She draped an arm over my chest and looked me in the eyes.

"I... I... I...." she stammered.

"I know," I groaned.

I gave her a little peck on the nose and we both dropped into a dead sleep.

I woke at 5:30am as the sun streamed through my bedroom window. I always forgot to draw the curtains. Joanne usually did that.

I didn't dare move, or even breathe. Last night had been amazing, and I woke to find myself spooning a naked Ashley, her body warm and soft, and so inviting, her golden hair shining in the sunlight.

But I was on the verge of a panic attack. When she woke, my whole world would come crashing down. I'd taken advantage of a young girl in my care. If she had regrets, if she claimed rape, who'd believe me? Who could possibly believe that this beautiful eighteen-year-old had been willing to sleep with me, a fifty-four-year-old man? I was old enough to be her grandfather. And had she even been willing? She'd been drunk. Too drunk to give consent? My stomach churned with guilt at what I'd done.

Even if I avoided jail, my life was ruined. My marriage… dead. My friendship with Trent… obliterated. My reputation… gone.

I was in paradise for the moment, snuggling this luscious creature, my hand wedged between her breasts, her hard ass against my crotch. But it was an illusion; one certain to turn into a living nightmare the moment she woke, realized what had happened, and jumped out of bed screaming.

Her breathing shifted slightly, and she let out a soft moan, almost a catlike purr. I braced myself for the fireworks. But she just lay there beside me. And then I felt it, her fingertips on my arm. I didn't dare move, hoping she was still just stirring in her sleep. But then I felt something else. Her ass. Her perfect ass now rubbing slowly against my crotch. It was subtle, but unmistakably sexual.

Was she still asleep? Maybe dreaming of a boyfriend or Rob Pattinson?

"Ashley?" I breathed, bracing myself for coming explosion.

"Mmmm," she moaned in reply.

She twisted her neck and gave me an awkward over-the-shoulder kiss. Her morning breath was sour, but it was one of the best kisses of my life. Relief coursed through me.

She rested her head back on her pillow and grabbed my hand from between her breasts, sucking my index finger deep into her mouth. Her ass ground harder against my increasingly stiff cock.

I pressed up against her, our bodies molded together. She was so warm and inviting, hard and soft in all the right places. As she moved against me, my erection slid between her butt cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. She giggled softly. Ashley slowly pumped her hips, massaging my prick with her butt. I took my hand from her mouth and cupped her breasts, gently tweaking her swollen and sensitive nipples.

She reached back and grabbed my cock, slipping in between her thighs. I pumped it back and forth slowly, gasping as her labia split and her wet snatch rubbed against my shaft. We moved together languidly, our excitement building. She grabbed my cock head and pressed it inside her, and with a thrust I slid all the way in.

We both moaned at the same time. It was heavenly, her magical pussy again gripped my cock, and not for the first time I thought about how I never wanted it to end.

We made love tenderly, my cock buried deep inside her as we slowly moved together. I explored her body gently, caressing her soft skin, tracing her lips with my fingertips. I kneaded her big boobs, rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger. She moaned softly, her pussy getting hotter and wetter around my cock. I slid my hand down over her flat belly, tracing the borders of her downy muff.

I found her clit and gently ran my finger around her swollen little nub. She moaned delightfully. I rubbed her clit harder.

"Oh God, you're going to make me come," she sighed in a throaty voice.

She gasped then and a shiver ran through her body as her pussy repeatedly clamped down on my shaft. When she was done, she reached down and gently fondled my balls. I thrust into her harder, once, twice, three times and then came myself.

I eased myself out her tight little pussy and looked down at her. She had her head on her pillow, eyes closed, with a big smile on her face. I cuddled her again, neither of us bothered by the wetness between us, and within minutes I could feel her breathing rhythmically as she fell back asleep.

After a few more minutes, I extricated myself and got up, leaving her there dozing peacefully. She looked like an angel.

***

I took a long, hot shower. My angst had faded away, and now I was feeling oddly buoyant. There is nothing like new pussy to put a spring in a man's step, I guess. The fact that she was a young, stunning creature didn't hurt either. I had long ago reconciled myself to the fact that I would never fuck anyone other than my wife. At least I thought I had, so all came as a surprise to me.

I stepped out of the shower and checked myself out in the mirror. I still had a full head of hair, although it was more salt than pepper, which was also true about the hair on my chest and my pubes. I was a little soft around the middle, but otherwise in good shape. Good definition on my arms and legs. I stroked my cock a few times. It wasn't a bruiser, but it seemed well proportioned. Not a bad looking guy, I thought, especially for fifty-four.

Fifty-four... oof. That made me literally three times Ashley's age. She was six years younger than my youngest son. If
he
brought home an eighteen-year-old, we'd think it was weird. What was I doing fucking a teenager?

I closed my eyes and pictured her splayed out beneath me, my cock pistoning into her tight snatch. I could feel myself getting hard, and that's why I was fucking her.

I went downstairs and made myself some coffee. I started to read the paper, but I just couldn't focus on it. All I could think of was Ashley.

I let my mind roam, just delighting in it. The thought of being forever with such a delicious creature was overpowering. It was crazy, but maybe we
could
make a go of it. Joanne would kill me in the divorce. I'd lose all my… our friends. But I'd still be comfortable and able to make money, and I'd have Ashley.

And then what? She'd go to a commuter college? We'd have kids at some point, and I'd be changing diapers into my mid-60s? And even if I still looked okay now, how long would it be until she got tempted by someone her own age? Or within thirty years of her own age for that matter?

I laughed darkly, sanity returning. It was an impossible situation for both of us. I'd become an absurd creature, chasing around young kids when I should be retired while my young, hot, wife was probably fucking the pool boy. And it would be even worse for her. It would be unfair deny her the chance to make a life with someone more appropriate, to have a real college experience, to build a real life as young, poor, struggling newlyweds.

This had to stop. But I didn't want to hurt her. Was she in love with me? She had to be, or at least infatuated, for this to happen. I needed to let her down easy, to explain why, as wonderful as she was, we couldn't have a life together. I'd have to apologize for taking advantage of her, explain that I'd just been caught up in the moment, but that it just couldn't be.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and moments later, she padded quietly into the kitchen. She looked ravishing. She was wearing one of my white, tee shirts and nothing else. Her hair was a mess, her blond locks tangled and jutting out at weird angles. She looked amazing.

She gave me a wide grin and poured herself a big cup of coffee. She took a big sip and sighed happily. Then her smile faded.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "You look sad."

I took a deep breath, and launched into my prepared speech. "Ashley, you're a wonderful girl, but this just isn't going to work out. I'm sorry if I led you on."

She gave me a puzzled look.  I plowed on, "I didn't mean to. But we're just... we're just at too different a place in life for this to become anything. And I love Joanne, and I'm..."

She started giggling. I stopped talking.

"What? What's so funny?" I asked.

"You," she replied.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Uncle Danny. What'd you think? That I'm in love with you?"

"Then what..."

She approached me and climbed into my lap, straddling me. My cock twitched.

"Then what do I see in you?"

I nodded.

"I see a handsome, experienced lover." She slowly began to grind against me. "A safe fling. Don't worry. I won't tell Joanne and I won't tell my dad."

"You're eighteen. I'm... not. We can't do this," I said, as much to myself as to her, even though I could feel my growing erection pressing against her through my sweat pants.

"Your wiener has other ideas."

I laughed. "My wiener?"

She giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry." Then she leaned forward, her lips near my ear. "I meant, your big… fat… cock." I was rock hard in an instant. She ground against me harder. "I want it in my hot… wet… pussy."

My inhibitions vanished in an instant. She rose up on her knees, and together we fumbled awkwardly with my waistband until my erection popped out. She grabbed my cock and eagerly impaled herself on me.

"Mmmmm, that's good," she cooed as she began to pump her hips.

I looked into her big, blue eyes. I embraced her gently. This was our third time having sex, but kissing still felt tentative, awkward even. We kissed lightly, little fluttering kisses that very gradually progressed into a deeper, more passionate embrace. In a weird way, the kissing felt even more intimate than the sex.

I leaned forward and sucked on her ear lobes and kissed down her neck. My hands slid under her tee shirt, and found her breasts. I tweaked her nipples, until she let out a throaty growl, her pussy spasming yet again on my cock, as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I reached under her ass and stood up, lifting her up. She was still impaled on my prick as I carried her out of the kitchen and into the family room, repositioning her on her back on the sofa. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I began fucking her in earnest.

She was gasping and moaning. We both were, but her sounds were an order of magnitude sexier. I kissed her neck. She dug her fingers into my shoulders. She came again, her pussy getting even wetter. I'd already come twice in less than twelve hours, so I wasn't even close yet. Luckily she wasn't close to done either.

I liked being on top, in control. I varied my pace. Slow, deep strokes mixed-in with quick shallow thrusts that began and ended with my cockhead teasing her clit. She came yet again and looked up at me with grateful, puppy dog eyes. That put me over the top. I exploded inside her.

We lay there for a long while, panting. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, and she wouldn't let me pull out, so I enjoyed the sensation of my cock deflating inside her drenched twat.

"What do you like about having sex with me?" she asked.

I chuckled. "You mean besides the fact that you're beautiful and, as far as I can tell, insatiable.

She gave me a pout. "So, what? You're saying you think I'm just a hot slut?"

My heart sank. I didn't want to insult her. Hurt her.

"No, no Ashley, that not what I mean.... I mean...."

She started giggling. "Chill out, Uncle Danny, I'm just teasing you."

"You're a strange girl," I replied without thinking. "And a wonderful lover," I added quickly. "You're so responsive and so demonstrative. There's a lot of women who are, I dunno, too cool to admit they enjoy sex."

"I enjoy it with you," she replied.

I blushed.

She giggled again. "Are you embarrassed? God, you’re so cute."

I cleared my throat. "So, what do you like about having sex with me?"

"You mean besides the fact that you're handsome and, as far as I can tell, insatiable?"

I laughed.

"No, seriously."

She looked at me thoughtfully. "You know, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I've only.... I've only had sex five times before this weekend, with just two different boys. My first was Jimmy. He's a friend. Was a friend. I dunno what we are right now. But we were both in the same boat and decided to cash in each other's V-cards. It was okay, I guess. Awkward. You know, not painful like some girls say, but it was super quick. You know?"

I nodded. "Give him time. He'll get better. The learning curve for boys is steeper at first."

"Then the second was this guy, Trent. I know… like my dad. What are the fucking odds? He's older. Like twenty...."

I winced at that. She grinned.

"He's like the opposite of Jimmy. We hooked up for the first time at a pool party.... At Jimmy's house actually, which is why shit with Jimmy is so weird right now. He saw us ducking into the pump house together...."

"The pump house?"

She laughed, a delightful chuckle. "God, I hadn't even thoughts of that. But yeah, right, appropriate. Anyway, he was like the opposite of Jimmy. Super in control, which was hot at first. He put me up on a stack of boxes and just gave it to me hard. I mean, don't get me wrong, it felt good, but he had just one speed. And I don’t know. It almost seemed like I didn't really even need to be there. It was all about him. I gave him a few more chances after that, but it was always the same."