A door opening to the sound of children’s laughter. A warm home filled with the delicious smell of stew. The embrace of the ones most important in the world. Birthday parties. Recitals. Lovers tangled amongst warm sheets on a chilly night. Hot chocolate.
Movies. Books. Gardens. Vacations. Board games. Music. Beer. Bowling.
Dinner.
Susan was making dinner.
She was cute, blonde, barely over five feet tall, wearing a blue sundress and white apron. She hummed to herself happily as she set the table. It was an heirloom, old and heavy, like tables used to be. Light damage to the stained wood, crayon marks underneath betrayed happy children once used it as a fort, or house… what have you. Susan loved this table, she loved every dent and scratch. She covered the imperfections with a tablecloth, this was also done out of love. To protect the damage, not to hide it.
Her new kettle began to whistle happily, it was off-key but still demanding to join in ton he humming. Susan finished straightening the tablecloth before hurrying to quiet the kettle and pour the boiling water into a couple cheap printed mugs over teary-eyed and terrified tea bags. She didn’t hear them like she could hear the kettle.
A knock at the door made Susan jump a little. She flushed instantly, half-ran, half-tripped her way to the door of her studio apartment. She checked herself in the mirror next to it and smiled. The mirror smiled back. She swung the door open and smiled again.
William smiled back. “Hey you”, he said with a grin. Susan threw her arms around him and squealed happily. He was a dream. Tall and handsome, dark hair. Gorgeous. He kept great care of himself. Sturdy is how she would describe him, like a great oak, sometimes she imagined herself climbing him, his arms like branches.
Forgetting herself and hastily-reluctantly releasing him Susan laughed, “you’re just in time! How was work?”
Will removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, he unbuttoned his collar. “Long,” he laughed. Susan nodded, staring at his neck absent-mindedly. “Just another day of helping everyone else do their jobs.”
“Well, thankfully it’s over now. I’m really glad you were able to make it tonight!”
Will’s grin hadn’t left his face. Neither had Susan’s. Their hearts were practically beating out of their chests. They stood there in the doorway and might have remained all evening if the oven timer hadn’t interrupted. “Oh! Dinner!” laughed Susan, wondering to herself how she had forgotten the reason Will was coming over tonight. She half-ran, half-tripped her way back into the kitchen and swung the oven door open. Heat blasted her in the face but she didn’t notice it, only the lovely smell bursting forth.
“That smells great, what are we having?” asked Will from the couch behind her. He was taking off his shoes.
“Old family recipe, roast chicken in cream of mushroom soup.” Susan donned some oven mitts and pulled out the casserole dish the chicken was cooking in. Bubbly mushroom soup swelled around it like white lava. “Spoiler alert, I’m not much of a cook and half of this comes from a can… but I promise you- one bite will make you forget the day!”
Will smiled softly as he watched her plate the food. He always felt so warm inside when he was with her. It was indescribeable, love was truly impossible to put into words. It was like being filled with kittens and candy. A stuffed pinata of kitten and candy happiness, Susan just kept adding more kittens. William wondered when he might explode, and what magic would happen when he did.
Susan was lighting candles at the dinner table. More kittens.
Her dress draped over her frame, hinting at her figure. More candy.
“Should I put on some music?” asked William, deciding he should distract himself.
“Ooh, that sounds great!” replied Susan as she finished setting their places. “How about some jazz?”
William looked at her sound system, and suddenly found himself lost. It was old, as he looked for familiar looking buttons or labels he mused out loud, “jazz eh? I didn’t know you were a fan.” His voice trailed off, confused. It was like a piece of furniture with speakers built into it.
“First time?” asked Susan innocently.
William nearly fainted but managed to contain himself. “What?”
Susan felt her face burn flush, also realizing her phrasing. “Record system!” Will stared shyly, surprised by her awkward shout.
“Oh! Right. Records.” He looked for words, bumbling about in his mind. “Yeah, I guess so. We had a cassette player growing up but my dad was quick to adopt CDs.” he trailed off again…
Susan quickly set to work, revealing that the top of the furniture was actually a lid, hiding away the player and controls, the front paneling was actually shelving for what Will felt must be a sizable collection. Susan beamed with pride, Will felt his stare drawn to her face. Her brow furrowed in thought. Her nose twitched. Her eyes became intense as her gaze pierced into her collection of music.
He could watch that forever.
Soon they were eating dinner, shyly smiling at one another. Soft jazz piano playing in the background. Dinner was simple and tasty; and just as Susan promised Will felt himself forget the day in one juicy bite of chicken dripping with the creamy soup. He grinned at her through a sip of wine. She kicked her legs in excitement beneath the dinner table. They cleared the table together. He washed the dishes and she dried. He wanted every waking moment to be like this. So did she.
They retired to the couch, high on each other, buzzed on wine. They sat there chatting, not realizing the sun had finished laying down to sleep. The room illuminated by moon beams and candlelight. He was relaxing in one corner of the couch, she in the other. A silence slowly took over, the music had stopped leaving only the soft white noise of a quiet speaker and spinning turntable. They stared at each other, she saw his breath catch in his lungs. He looked awkwardly to the record player, a silent plea for relationship advice. His turned head exposed his neck to her again, a strong jawline with a late-night shadow. Susan felt heat in her thighs, she was eager, hungry. Tired of waiting for him.
He was so shy, and she loved that about him, but it was time for her to take matters into her own hand.
Her eyes caught his, blue on blue. She slid across the couch and turned her back to him, laying herself into his arms. She breathed deeply, feeling his warm chest breathing against her back. She could feel his heart racing against her. They stayed like this as he awkwardly placed his hands around her.
He forgot his wine glass and accidentally spilled it on her. She yelped and sat up, he yelped and sat up. “I-I’m sorry” he began to stammer.
But she quieted him with a look. Pushed him back into the couch gently. Her dress would stain but she didn’t care. She slowly and deliberately positioned herself on him, watching his eyes filled with wonder, fear, and need. Moonlight danced in those beautiful spheres. Susan’s mind was made up, she untied the back of the dress quickly and confidently, sliding it up over her head, revealing herself to William.
She had worn nothing underneath, this was her hope, her plan. She’d wanted this for so long and couldn’t handle anymore of his inexperience. She had decided weeks ago it was time for William to learn, and the thought of being the one to teach him drove her insane every day she saw him and his amazing face. His hair. His damned chin.
William barely remembered to breathe. Susan was straddling him, naked, beautiful skin and full breasts to bare. Her curves visible by the dancing candlelight of a dying flame. He wanted to speak, to tell her every thought he had but she leaned in and kissed him passionately. A moan escaped from his mouth into hers and she started to unbutton his shirt revealing his athletic build and curly chest hair.
She felt herself flash hot between the legs, some moisture welling up in the folds of her lips. For a mad second Susan considered just tearing the rest of his clothes off, but that would mean ending the game too soon. She loved him like this. Bewildered and terrified but drawn into her. She tussled his hair, took his hands and guided them over her stomach and up to her breasts where they haphazardly fondled her. She leaned back to look down at him, shirt open, hair a mess. The pretty blonde repositioned herself below his hips and pushed her face into his chest, drinking in his smell and kissing him. She slid lower and lower until she reached his belt, she ran her hands over his crotch, feeling him strain against the fabric.
Bigger than she’d hoped.
But it was Susan’s turn for awkwardness. Belts are as tricky as they are simple. Easy to get on and off when you need them to. Impossible to remove when you urgently need to. There was some stifled giggling between the two of them as Will reached down and undid the remainder of his clothing for her, she smiled at him from his waist and slowly pulled his pants down. Her eyes passed over his penis hungrily, the musky, handsome smell of him mixed with pre-cum filling her nose. Once the pants were off she began to kiss his tight calves, working her way up to his strong thighs, her cheek brushed against his balls- already tight against him.
“Susan I-”
She moved her head away from temptation and brought her hips up close to his, straddling him again. She smiled gently, “it’s ok Will, I know.”
His eyes went wide in terror.
She couldn’t help but laugh, “I mean it, it’s okay. Are you okay with it?”
Will’s eyes darted around the room. He was hesitant and nervous and oh-so-scared. Susan needed him to say yes. She had ached for him for weeks on end, she had made every first move in their relationship, but at night- she’d been touching herself to the thought of him since the day they met. Men like him were tricky, professional, responsible, kind, happy, and absolutely terrified of disappointing a woman. It was hard to not scare this kind off, she wanted to be careful because he was so very perfect.
He was still lost in thought caught between terror and desire.
Susan leaned into his neck and kissed his stubble before whispering “if you don’t like it we can stop ok? I want this to be okay for you, I want there to be more nights like this William.” She felt his hips lift towards her in answer. He nodded quickly, they matched eyes, noses touching. She kept his gaze on her as she reached down letting her hand graze his stomach. Gently she took him in hand and guided him into her. They both breathed heavily, not daring to break eye contact, lovers bursting at the seams. He was barely halfway in when Susan felt him shake, he shut his eyes in embarrassment. She could feel him oozing inside her, it was hot and she shook a little with a touch of her own satisfaction. She kissed him gently, whispering sweetly as he composed himself, apologizing for something he couldn’t possibly be blamed for.
“Shh Will, it’s okay. I knew this would happen” she said with a smile. “I’d be kind of upset if it didn’t happen this fast on your first time.”
William chuckled awkwardly, “I almost did when you took your dress off.”
She chuckled with him, laying herself against him. They breathed together for a bit and Susan started to move her hips feeling him pushing inside of her. It was a good angle; soon they were both breathing heavily and Susan had pushed herself down against him completely, grinding on his cock- feeling it inside, hot and slick, pressing against her.
“I love you William” moaned Susan without being able to stop herself.
“I love you Susan” gasped William and he felt himself cum again, unable to resist the feeling of being inside her.
***
“I love you Susan” gasped William, half-conscious.
Adalyn shook her red curls from her face with a smile, watching another load shoot into the ancient vase beneath the table as she continued to jerk him off.
“I know Will,” she cooed with a smirk.
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