Angel Amid the Pews Pt. 02

The doorbell awoke the groggily contented and confused new lovers. How long had they been sleeping in each other's arms on the blanket on the floor, they both wondered.

Ben moved up to meet Karen's lips. "Good... morning? afternoon? evening?" he said, just as the doorbell rang again, followed shortly by strong knocking.

"Karen? You in there?" came a man's voice from outside.

"Matt!" A naked Karen jumped up. "My brother!"

"Well, you can't go to the door like that?" Ben said. Karen shot him a look.

Pound. Pound.

"Karen! You OK?" Matt yelled at the door.

"Yeah.... Yes," Karen yelled back. "Um... just... um... just a minute!"

"You," she said to Ben. "Get in there," pointing at her bedroom. "Take your clothes. In there... Coming!" she yelled back toward the door.

"You already did!" Ben joked. "Kidding," he added quickly as she shot him another look. He stood up, gathered their clothes and bolted to her bedroom.

Karen swooped up the blanket and wrapped it around her, walking quickly to the door. She gathered herself, took a deep breath and unlocked and opened the door.

"Hey, Matt! How ya doin'?"

"How am I doing?" Matt said. "How are YOU doing? It's 5 o'clock. We haven't heard anything from you all afternoon. I come over here and I'm knocking for, like, five minutes before I get any kind of response and now you open the door wearing... what is that -- a blanket?"

"Yeah, after I came home, I was so wiped out from everything this morning at the church, the baby shower, blah, blah, blah -- I just curled up on the couch and fell asleep! Whoo -- what a day, huh?"

"Are you not wearing any clothes?" Matt pried. "And who's car is in the driveway?"

"Clothes? Oh, clothes. Yeah, sometimes I just sleep better naked -- ya know. I just shed everything and fell asleep. Yep -- plum wiped out!," she rambled. "But how are you? What a day, right?"

Matt was confused. "O... K... at least I know you're OK. At least physically. Mentally I'm not so sure."

"Hardy-har-har," she mocked.

"But who's car is that? Cindy thought it looks like Ben's, from church."

"Oh, Cindy's here, too?"

"Yeah, she's waiting in the car. Is that Ben's car?"

Karen waved toward the car with Cindy inside.

"Yeah, yep, ah-ha -- that's that guy... Ben's?... car, the older guy from church. Yep. Yeah. Um, he followed me home -- I mean, in a good way, haha -- because... um... I was telling him about the trails around here and, so, yeah, I told him he could park here and hike the trails, but I... um... I just told him I was so tired, 'I'm just going to catch up on my sleep.' So that's what I did and he -- what's his name again, 'Ben'? -- he went wandering off into the hills. Nice guy. Haven't seen him since -- nope, not at all. I wonder if he was attacked by a mountain lion!"

She growled and put her arm up like a claw, bringing it down on Matt.

"Rrrrrrroar!"

"OK -- well, we thought we'd see you yet today, but I totally understand if you were tired. It's been a busy day for us, too -- we're just going to head back home and do the same thing you did!"

I don't think so, Karen thought as a smile crept across her lips.

"OK, then, glad to see you're OK, if not a little weird," Matt said and turned.

"Hardy-har-har, little brother. Love you, Matty-Poo," Karen said as Matt raised his hand and waved as he walked away.

Karen closed the door, locked it again and fell back against it.

"Holymotherfucking Christ," she sighed.

In the distance of the living room, she spotted her bra on the floor.

"Holymotherfucking Christ."

***

The door to Karen's bedroom opened.

"Is it safe?" came Ben's voice from the darkness.

"Yeah, come on out, weirdo," Karen said.

"'Weirdo'? 'Weirdo'? Ben, his clothes disjointedly back on his body, said in mock hurt. "I guess that's better than 'that older guy from church'!"

"I'm sorry -- I freaked out. And, yes, weirdo," Karen said as she walked over to him, let the blanket fall and gave him a big hug and kiss. "My weirdo."

She had never felt so comfortable with a guy before, certainly not so soon after... ohmygod, she had just met this guy, this older guy, lured him back to her place and fucked him. Except, she remembered, she hadn't actually fucked him; it was all oral.

The kiss, coupled with remembering what actually had happened only a few hours ago, made her involuntarily moan.

"Was that your stomach?" Ben said. "Want some dinner?"

"Yeah," she said. "I want to eat you. But, first, I have to unwrap you again," and she started to undo his pants.

Their mouths met again as Karen found the top of Ben's zipper and pulled it down. Her hand reached into his boxer briefs to take hold of his semi-rigid cock. She stroked it at the same speed her tongue danced with his tongue. She felt him getting harder with each move up and down.

With the other hand, Karen worked loose the couple of buttons on Ben's shirt and found her way to his strong shoulders and chest. It was obvious that he kept himself in shape; it made her hot.

She remembered how wonderful it felt to kiss his chest and her hand dropped down to her pussy. She surprised herself with how wet she had grown so quickly, and she moved her hand from his cock to his chest while the other moved from her pussy to his dick, sliding her juices across it.

"Oh, god," Ben said.

Karen cupped and squeezed his balls, pushing his underwear down his leg.

"Fuuuuuck," he sighed.

She moved him atop the blanket and led him to lie down. She stood gazing at his body: the muscular shoulders, the tuft of chest hair, the strong arms, the slight dad paunch, the pubic hair and his cock. That glorious cock -- long enough, thick enough, delicious enough.

Karen stood straddling Ben's waist, giving him a show as she fingered her pussy and played with her clit. She moaned as her blonde locks tripped along her shoulders and her breasts jiggled.

"You like this, weirdo?" Karen said between pants.

"Nothing weird about that," Ben replied. "You're beautiful, angel."

This man knew just what to say, when to say it, how to say it. She wanted to please him and have him please her.

She lowered herself and reached for his cock, which he already was guiding toward her pussy.

Karen slowly let the head of his cock enter her wet pussy -- just the top -- and she moved side to side. This, indeed, was heaven, and it was hell. She wanted all of his 7-plus inches; it had been so long for her.

Ben achingly arched up, wanting to plant his dick inside her. But he let Karen set the pace: slowly, slowly, down. Another inch, another inch, feeling her tight wetness slowly engulf his cock until she had all of his dick inside her.

"Oh, god, yes," she said.

Karen rose up, until only that beautiful purple cockhead was inside her, and back down, her pussy gripping him, feeling every contour of his cock, every bulging vein. And slowly back down.

"Yes," she repeated. "Yes."

"That feels so good," Ben muttered, staring up at her.

She loved the way his cock felt inside her and she picked up the pace, leaning forward to where her tits swayed in front of his face. He took one in his hand and licked around her areolas -- his tongue made her jump -- and lowered his lips onto her hard nipples. He massaged her breasts and brought his teeth down on her nipple as she put her hands down on his firm shoulders.

All the while, her pussy pumped his cock, faster and faster, bucking against his body.

With her tits swaying in and out of his mouth, his hands fell to her hips, keeping up with the quickening pace. Karen's sweat fell on and coated Ben's body, lubricating their skin as they pumped together.

She was grunting -- she had never grunted during sex before. "Oh, god, fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!"

Electricity ripped through her body as Ben's cock let loose a torrent of cum deep inside her.

"I'm cumming!" he yelled.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking, yes!" she screamed as she felt on ocean let loose, and their bodies heaved against each other.

***

Karen collapsed atop Ben, and they kissed beads of sweat off the other's face. Ben grabbed one side of the blanket and rolled over Karen until they were wrapped together, laughing.

"I love you," he said.

Her eyes bulged with shock.

"I mean, we only just met, but I feel like, god, this is so right," Ben said.

Karen giggled. "What?" he said.

"I'm glad you said it -- and that you said it first," she said. "Because that's the way I'm feeling, too, but I was afraid I'd freak you out: I love you."

A serious look came across Ben's face.

"There's one more thing --" he said, and she waited.

"I'm hungry."

"Like minds!" she said and rolled out of their blanket cocoon.

They put their underwear on and ordered Chinese food and talked about their lives and careers and experiences and families, including Ben's 25-year-old son. "Does that freak you out?" he said.

"Nah, I'm not dating him!" she said.

"Is that what we're doing? Dating?" Ben said with a smirk.

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "Day one."

***

Ben looked at the clock -- it was 10, they were still in their underwear and he figured he'd better go: work tomorrow and all.

"You don't have to go," Karen said. "You can stay on my couch here."

On her couch, Ben thought, confused.

She laughed. "Just kidding: I've got a nice, big bed to share with you," she said. "If you're staying here, you're staying as close to me as possible."

"I like that idea," Ben said. "We should start now."

"Sleep?" she said.

"No, staying close."

He took her at the waist, brushed back a couple locks of her hair and looked into her beautiful green eyes. She took him by the hand.

"Don't you think we should clean up first?" she said, leading Ben to her bathroom.

She pulled Ben's undershirt over his head and got on her knees to lead his boxer briefs to his feet.

Ben's cock ticked up above her and she rose her mouth to it, kissing the head, then taking her tongue around it.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, tasting the remnants of Ben's cum and her pussy juices on his dick.

She took his cock deeper into her mouth and started to suck.

She remembered that she never completed her blowjob earlier today. She was on a mission.

She stood up and grabbed Ben's dick, making him jump as she squeezed, and opened the door to her shower, leaning in to turn on the water. She led Ben inside by his dick.

Karen put Ben's head under the shower head and took a handful of shampoo and rubbed it into his hair, playfully moving it into different shapes. Ben held her close, his hands on her tight ass, his dick trapped between them.

They both spread soap on each other's bodies, Karen concentrating on Ben's shoulders and flanks, Ben zeroing in on Karen's breasts.

Her hand dropped to Ben's cock. She dropped to her knees again as the water poured over her and took it quickly inside her mouth.

Ben's hands went to the back of her head. Her mouth felt so good on his cock. She took it deep, her lips finding the base of his dick.

She pulled him out, looked up at him and stroked his cock and played with his balls.

"I want you to fill my mouth with your cum, Ben. Can you do that? Please."

"Yes, I can," he said instinctively. "Yes, let me fuck your mouth."

And her mouth plunged over his shaft. She was sucking his cock like it had never been sucked before. Her head bobbed up and down like a piston, wanting nothing but his cum to fill her beautiful mouth.

"Yes! Yes!" he said, feeling his balls swell. "Fuck, Karen..."

And he came like never before, the force causing her to jerk backward for a moment, but she never lost a beat. Karen kept sucking his cock until it yielded the last drop of cum, carefully locking her mouth around his cock from bottom to top to ensure she didn't lose any of it.

Karen stood up and carefully opened her mouth, displaying his cum. And just as quickly closed her mouth and swallowed.

"This was your Second Cumming," she laughed.

Ben kissed her deeply. They smiled and held each other, turned off the water, toweled each other dry and went to bed, naked, together.