“Cocky!” She said, and the double-meaning hit them both and they laughed, almost uncontrollably for a moment, before recovering.
“Elaine? Is it okay if I call you Elaine?”
“It’s my name, honey, and I’m no blood relation. In fact, if you’re going to be my lover, I insist.”
He nodded. “Elaine. Can you show me some of these lighting controls? These mothers are more involved than anything I’ve used before.”
“Sure. I don’t think you’ll need more than a couple, plus reflector, maybe. Hair light? Maybe. Your camera’s digital, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and I brought the cable.”
“Take half a dozen test shots. We’ll copy them to the PC, work out what works, what doesn’t. Okay?”
“Sounds like a plan. Can we start with some standing shots, dark background, low key? Then maybe some sitting, maybe kneeling? Then I’d like to bring the couch into shot, take some reclining?”
“You’re the photographer, hon.”
“Okay, Elaine, would you care to stand over there, and let’s see what we can come up with.”
It was a fun session. Jamie was good with the camera, had a good eye for a picture, an easy way of directing her into poses, and never asked more of her than she was prepared to give, and the time passed quickly. Eventually, he straightened, putting aside the camera while they studied the images on the PC.
“I think it’s a good set, Jamie. You?”
“Better than my manipulated picture, that’s for sure. Um, how many can I print?”
“Pick your six favorites. I’ll burn them all to a CD for you, anyway, but your eyes only, okay? Although your mom might like to see them.”
“She found the first one. Remember? And didn’t go screaming to rip you a new one. Instead, she put them back and told me in confidence. It was me asked her to tell you, ask you to come over here.” She smiled at him. “Enough about photography for the moment. We can always come back up here, but for the moment, don’t we have something else to do?”
“Um, like fuck, maybe?”
“Um, like fuck, definitely! Did you doubt me?”
“Elaine, I’ve known you all of my life, with you being my mom’s best friend and all, and I don’t think you ever lied to me.”
She led him down the stairs, and into her bedroom. She turned, and kissed him lightly on the nose. “How excited are you?”
Jamie flushed, and indicated his almost complete erection. “Very.”
“And if I let you put that monster into my pussy, how long do you think you’ll manage to last?”
He closed his eyes and shuddered, then made a face. “Not nearly long enough to make you feel good.”
“Hey! Good answer. You said you’ve fucked before, Jamie? The girl in college?”
“Yeah, we’ve done the dirty together a few times.”
He grinned. “I have to answer yes to that one.”
“Ever been eaten?”
He blinked, startled, she thought. Oh, good! “Um, yeah, not often, only a couple or three times.”
“Ever eaten pussy?”
A smile was starting in his eyes, but he shook his head. “No, never.”
“Okay, how about this for an agenda? Item one, I blow you. Okay?” He nodded, mute, but his eyes were excited. “Item two. You eat me. Okay?”
“Well, yeah, but I’ve never done it before, so you’ll have to show me what to do.”
“Not a problem. Item three, I reckon that by the time you’ve finished eating me, you’ll be hard again?”
He laughed. “Definitely!”
“Okay. Item three, we fuck. After that, well, we play, maybe we take some more photos, maybe we fuck again.”
“Elaine! Change that last maybe to a definite!”
She grinned. “Consider it done.” Her smile faded. “Here, now, it begins,” she said, her gaze on his erection, standing proud from his belly. Fuck, I want it! She smiled at him. “Okay, then, Jamie. On the bed, on your back, and let me at him!”
In moments, Jamie was on the bed, his head propped up with pillows, with Elaine kneeling between his spread legs. She took a gentle grasp of his hardness, and Jamie’s breath hissed in as he felt her fingers on him. She looked up and blew him a kiss, then bent, letting his hardness slip between her lips, knowing that soon, probably very soon, she was going to have a spitting monster in her mouth.
He was hot, hard, his skin smooth over his resilience, velvet over rubber over steel, and he was big, big enough to fill her mouth, too big for her to deep-throat him, even if she could. She contented herself with taking him as deep as she could, then lifted her head, lips pursed in an ‘O’ around him, letting him almost slip from her mouth, then down again, not so far this time, concentrating on the sensitive area around the swollen mushroom head of his cock, hearing him gasp as she moved over the sensitive area. She lifted her head for a moment.
“Fuck, yes!” he moaned, and she grinned, her head going down again, moving, sucking, nipping, careful to keep her teeth well away from his glans, letting her lips and tongue do the work, hearing his breathing quicken, coarsen, until he was almost panting, and she knew he was close, feeling him tense, then cry out as his climax hit him, but she knew by then, as she was swallowing frantically, his semen filling her mouth, swallowing, licking, feeling the pulses ease away to almost nothing, only the occasional reflex twitch as her tongue moved over his sensitivity. With a last lick around the head, she let him slip from her mouth and sat back.
She smiled, fighting a laugh. Jamie’s breathing was still heavy, but easing. His head was back, his eyes closed, and an expression of bliss was on his face. As she moved, his eyes flickered open, and she blew him a kiss.
“Was that good, honey?”
He took a deep breath. “You have no idea.”
“Those times before not the same, huh?”
“That’s it, yeah. Okay, they were good. Very good. I mean when a girl gets a guy off using her mouth, it has to be good, yes? Well, it was, but not like that! You are sensational, Elaine, utterly sensational. And sometime, maybe in a year or so, when I’ve recovered, I’d like, really, really like, to have you do it again.”
“It’s a promise, honey, because I enjoyed it, too. You taste good.”
“Can we sort of rest a while, a hug, maybe, until I get my breath back, before I eat you?”
“Of course we can, sweetheart.” She moved forward, laying herself half on him, stretching herself the full length of him, her head on his chest, hearing, feeling, the solid thump of his heartbeat. She sighed, content, feeling his arm come around her, just holding her. It had been way too long since she’d had any good sex.