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Not a Moment Longer

1

Tracey sat in the small room that served as the kitchen of her rented house and sipped on a glass of wine. She felt that she deserved it after recent events.

To have someone else live in her home as a lodger had been a way for her to make ends meet, she living the life of a single mother working long hours for some weeks, when there were staff absences, and with a son of twenty to continue supporting along with running a home as best as she could.

She had been persuaded to take in a lodger, a final-year student at Danny’s college where her boy was thriving. He had been sent there for two days a week by the firm he was apprenticed to and there were signs that her problems with him had drifted into the past.

Danny and Luke hung out together after college, Luke being a full-time student and his parents living too far away to make the daily trek to and from college worth the hassle and expense that involved.

‘It sure cuts into my day, spending so long on the bus and then train…goin’ to-and-fro and all of that,’ Luke had told her as the main reasons for bending his friend’s ear and seeing if there was any chance of him moving in, for the weeks of every term and no more.

She’d heard the evident bitterness in his voice, and she had thought about it and then relented, finally agreeing that Danny could tell his mate to move in with them in a week or so. She heard some days later that Luke was ‘chuffed to bits’ that she had agreed to his suggestion that the weekly rate was somewhat lower than other students had to pay for their places, ‘little more that squats, if you ask me.’

She knew that some landlords ripped people off and organised payments through a bank. She never pushed the issue, hadn’t asked, but the money came in every week, in notes that Luke thrust into her hand or placed on a kitchen worktop, that room little more than a galley and with the three of them all huddled together at mealtimes. The boys didn’t always fill her in with the details of when they would be with her and after a few heated words, directed more at Luke than her Danny, they had finally smoothed things over and cooled tempers.

‘I have my working day to get through, you know?’ she had ranted at them both, Danny used to her flares of temper and Luke suitably chastened by her ticking off.

The spat settled things between them, and she warmed to Luke’s ways. Whatever he did away from her place, under her roof he worked hard at his studies and set her Danny an example. He helped about the place, cleaned his room and did his laundry at break times when at College and in a laundromat everyone used. When upstairs in his room, the music wasn’t so loud and the three of them would often debate the merits of some band that was gaining popularity. To have Luke around made her feel included in her boy’s life and it began to give extra meaning to the hours she put in.

It had all become a distraction from her day-to-day cares, though she sensed in some dismay that Luke had become infatuated with her.

She wasn’t prepared for that, not at all.

2

Tracey heard his key in the front door and rushed out into the hallway. It was gone seven o’clock and supper had cooled.

‘Hi,’ Luke said in a low, hesitant voice on seeing the angry look on Tracey’s face. Strain and fatigue were to be seen etched on her slender features, her lank, dark, hair brushing her shoulders. She’d made no effort to smarten up as she usually did when they all sat down for the evening meal. He put his rucksack down at the foot of the stairs and shrugged off his windcheater. It was soon hung over the banister. He’d take it all to his room later.

‘Did you know that we’d be alone here tonight? Danny called me from college and said someone at his work had dropped out of a site visit and stop over, so he had been called in. He came back here to get some clothes and a washbag…’ Tracey glared challengingly at him. ‘Well?’

‘Well, nothing! I’m not his minder and he didn’t tell me. I’ve been run ragged with my own college work…so I’ve had no time to deal with anyone’s domestic issues!’ Luke stared her down and sighed. ‘I’m sorry…but it’s been one hell of day for me. It looks like it’s been the same for you. I really didn’t know anything about what you’re telling me…’ He paused as it occurred to him that perhaps she was worried about being in the house with him, alone. ‘I can go away, and doss sown somewhere else for the night…’

‘I didn’t ask you that…’

‘No, it was just an idea…and you look whacked. It might help if I went…”

She nodded and flicked away at her hair. Her make-up was all but gone. She knew she was no beauty but had let herself go in how she had dressed for the evening after arriving home. ‘You noticed…me being tired?’

‘Yeah, I did,’ he answered in a nonchalant drawl. Luke followed her into the kitchen, and he soon saw that the table was set for two. He took in that she walked about in bare feet, Sincan Escort her toenails varnished a cherry red. He’d seen it on her fingernails at weekends, not during the working day. ‘I’ve noticed a lot about you these last few weeks…ever since I’ve been here, as it happens.’

‘Don’t even think of going there!’

His tone had changed to one of concern and his look upon her overtly appraising. Luke had also moved to stand very close, his bulk dwarfing her and his admiring glance unmistakable. She’d put on some lounge pants and a loose sweatshirt. It had been one of those days, just as he had told her of his.

‘I just don’t like to see you angry, Tracey…’

She shrugged, meeting the drift of his eyes over her once more. ‘There’s nothing to be said or done about it now…’

‘I could help you prep supper….’

‘Thanks, but it’s a bit late for that…as you can see.’

‘Just trying to make it up to you…for something that’s not my fault,’ he answered testily, watched as she knelt down and tugged open the glazed door of the small oven. She soon pulled out a tray. On it were two small meat pies and oven chips. Some frozen peas had already been microwaved. ‘Let me help you?’

‘Okay, thanks,’ she sighed and feeling him brush against her as he took the tray out of her trembling hands. Tracey was worried that she’d drop it. ‘I’ll get the plates…’

As she reached up for them from the shelf, she felt the brush of his fingers to the naked skin of her hip.

‘You’re amazing, do you know that? I’ve seen how you run this place for us….and Danny’s told me how it’s been for you two from the very beginning…with no let up.’

‘We manage, as you can see…’ Tracey moved out of his way and soon spooned the food onto their plates. She had quelled the rush of errant longing the young man’s touch had so quickly aroused in her. He’d made a pass at her, had shown what was at work in him on being alone with her, and she had pretended to make light of it. ‘Fill some glasses with water…’

‘Sure…’ he answered hearing the plates scrape on te scrubbed surface of the table, how she stepped over the chair’s sides and sat down. He met her wondering gaze for an instant before Tracey began to eat her meal. ‘I can take this up to my room…’

‘Just sit down, Luke,’ she answered, in exasperation, and closing her eyes for a moment, as if in relief that a moment she had wondered about was to be made real. With the young man beside her all thoughts of sleeping alone had been pushed away. ‘I’m always alone, always the one who needs to take responsibility. I’m so tired of it, you know?. I’m just so tired of being alone, Luke. Did Danny tell you that too…by any chance?’

‘No, but I’ve thought it all through…put some of the details together.’

Clearing the table after supper, neither of them knew who made the first move, but they closed the space between, Luke leaning over and putting one arm bout Tracey’s shoulders and drawing her into a hesitant then deepening kisses. She put an arm about his neck to prolong their awkward, open-mouthed claims upon each other. He pressed his body against hers, his chest to her back and she felt the swell of his cock press against her buttocks. His confidence dismayed her and she squirmed as Luke brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping one in each hand.

‘Slow down…just slow down,’ she groaned on a squeal of surprise, squirming in her lodger’s embrace. She tried to twist around to face him, but his grip tightened, his hands mashing her breasts and his thrusting groin pinning her against the countertop.

Finally, she faced him and met his hungering look upon her.

‘I’m here for you,’ he murmured on meeting her startled look as he leaned in still closer, gripped her buttocks to have Tracey know how it was for him now, what he sought of this time together.

‘It shouldn’t be happening…what you’re doing.’

‘But it is…Tracey. Company can mean many things…’

She had felt his kisses to be like to first drops of rain after a prolonged drought, disbelief that it was happening raging against her desperate need for another’s touch. She felt Luke’s lips move over her mouth, the slip of his flickering tongue arousing a rush of crazy, wanton longing for a young guy whom she wanted to peg her. He rubbed his lips against her mouth, in a back-and-forth movement to soothe and excite. Her breathing became sharp, and she felt the frantic beat of her heart in her throat, the gnawing ache and wetness in her belly and where she longed for him to be taken.

‘What am I do about this?’ she said, hoarsely, and kicking her chair under the table, the plate she had eaten off clattering on the worktop as she turned away from him for an instant.

‘Live and love it out with me,’ he said moving behind her again, his hands soon under her sweatshirt and tracing a slow path of caresses over her skin. ‘They’re so firm…so wonderful to touch…and…and you’re naked under this.’

‘Not because Ankara Olgun Escort I thought you’d want me…’

‘But I do…I do want you.’

She lifted one arm to draw his head to her and squirmed as his hands cupped her small firm breasts and tweaked her nipples. One then traced a path under the hem of her lounge pants and pressed into her slit, the fabric of her panties no hindrance. Tracey pushed forward to meet these claims, shivering at rediscovering such a moments pleasure with a man. She was wet, couldn’t keep that from him. Nor did she want to.

‘My room…in my bed…it’s bigger!’ she cried out and broke free of his embrace and rushed to the stairs. His hands were again on her seeking to slow Tracey’s progress. Without hesitation he simply lifted the sweatshirt off her body and held her. ‘Oh God…this is crazy…what I’m doing…with you.’

She turned to kiss him hungrily, tugged on his belt and soon knelt down as his jeans and briefs were pulled down and he stepped out of them. His hard penis leapt out towards her face, Tracey seeing his flat stomach and bush of hair at his groin. He was so well made. She shivered in anticipation and dismay at her wanton surrender to her raging instincts.

‘No secrets, now…Tracey!’ Her fingers and mouth were on him as he stood still and tugged off his T-shirt.

‘Not one!’ she gasped as she exposed the tip of his cock and took it into her mouth, gently dragged her teeth over it and began to steadily suck while gripping and stroking his shaft with her hands, cupped and squeezed on his sac. To feel this young man’s penis in her mouth, and his responses to her, were strangely soothing and she hoped these preambles would last.

They didn’t.

‘Go on…go on!’ he panted, she not fully prepared when he burst, his semen gushing over her lips then into her mouth as she took him there; heard his groans of pleasure as his penis kept pulsing against her tongue and deep in her throat.

With his hands in her hair, she sucked him clean before he let her go from him and she met Luke’s wondering look upon her.

‘Undress…you must undress!’ he cried out even as she kept her hands to him and worked his length until he could bear it no longer. He pulled gently on her hair to make Tracey stand up. Her hands were on his wrists as he pushed her pants and nicks away, their questing hands urgently claiming skins, their snorted hungering kisses unrelenting as they gave in to their passion to know of each other. They would not be disturbed and could live out every fantasy, unequal as they may have been.

‘Now you can take me to bed!’ she cried out as he lifted her into his arms as if she were a doll. ‘Fill me with that prick of yours…fuck me…and fuck me hard!’

She demanded it as he carried her slowly up the stairs, her legs gripping his body, one of Luke’s hands on her buttock, the other and his fingers claiming her wet slit, opening the way to him. His stubble beard scraped lightly against her skin, and she loved the feeling of it.

She fell back on the bed, and he tore away her nicks, leant forward to eat her out before trailing kisses over her body until she felt his breaths on her face. Luke slipped his tongue over the seam of her lips once, twice, and then she opened them for him. He didn’t stick his tongue into her mouth, instead teasing her further by taking her bottom lip between his and pulling on it lightly. He sucked it suggestively into his mouth and slid his tongue over the smooth skin on the inside as he let it go.

‘Bring it to me!’ she cried out.

Ignoring her, Luke lowered his face and, this time, he thrust out his thick tongue and slid it along Tracey’s pussy’s lips and seeking her clit, opening his mouth wide to offer as much contact between his mouth and her slicked haven, felt the prickling brush of her pubic hair, what had been left unshaven.

‘Luke…Luke!’ she yelped, bucking her hips and feeling his face press against her cunt as his tongue snaked and swirled inside her, probed as far as it could reach. ‘Luke…Luke…I don’t deserve this!

‘Yes you do…’ he was heard to mumble as he continued to lap at her in long broad sweeps of his tongue or teased her with quick flickering presses of his tongue tip.

‘Bring it to me…bring it to me, Luke!’ she yelled as his fingers also worked in her. She finally lay back, stilled, on the bed, her legs drawn up and his hungering look upon her met by those of her eyes and her outstretched hands.

She began to moan and writhe as Luke licked her out once more, offered lingering sucks to her pussy lips or pushed his tongue into her, his head held in her hands as she bucked her hips to meet his expert and searching ways. He kept changing the placement of his mouth and tongue, the angle of his head and licked his way slowly over her body until he kissed her, felt Tracy’s hands reach for his straining prick and rub her slit with its tip.

‘Yes…yes…now we fuck…now I want Ankara Ucuz Escort to fuck with you, Tracey!’ The use of coarse words went unnoticed.

She raised her legs and gripping them, rested one then the other on his shoulders as she felt the tip of his penis slowly pushing and brushing, slipping and sliding over her pussy’s lips and then slipping slowly into her in long deliberate strokes until she felt his balls slap against her buttocks.

‘Go on…go on!’ she yelped, sensing that he was waiting for her to agree that they should continue. They shared in snorted kisses and gasped in pleasure; in realisation that they were getting it together.

She moaned her agreement as he slowly entered and withdrew in long strokes, stretched and teased her until he felt her to be quite ready. Luke advanced and retreated a few times, teasing her with an erotic display of what he wanted to do with her body. She whimpered and pushed her feet into the bed to change the angle of his movements, bucked her hips and tugged on him; moved convulsively and throwing both arms around Luke’s neck and pulling his head down, mashing his lips against her own. In this position of frenzied, spasmodic kissing, Tracey began to scream, as much as a lover can give voice to her pleasure when her lover’s mouth silences her cries. The sounds they made became muffled and ragged, their shared breaths desperate and matched the shuddering and twitching of their joined bodies, the wet squelching sounds like a spur to their actions.

‘Go on!’ she yelped, clutching and pulling at his body, her hands slipping across the skin of his back and buttocks as his taking of her became fast and noisy, the sounds in the room those of the creaking bed and their panted breaths, the wet slip and slap of their skins from how they were joined, along with loud exhortations to each other.

‘I’m trying!’ he gasped as her frenzied movements felt as if she’d tear his prick off him.

A moment’s rush of reality came at her like the unstoppable tide of the sea. ‘Put on a condom! Oh God….I should have asked that ages ago…put one on and do it now!’

It was going to be a long night if they each had their ways.

3

Tracey felt that the time spent in his arms was all that mattered to her. She had been taken out of her only too ordered world as far as that could have been said of a single mother who’d been claimed by an older man so many years ago. She had become pregnant and her world and plans for a future had fallen apart. She didn’t want to go through that with Luke, but she can’t get enough of his touches to her body, the tempest of emotions and the draining of her energy when they’re loving, and he tells her that she’s beautiful.

Luke makes her feel that way, but she doesn’t want soft words, for that’s all that they are. She does want that driving prick of his, Luke’s humping of her defying his age. She feels truly blessed while she’s in his arms and the packet of condoms is gradually being used up. The glaring truth is that she needs to be diverted. Every time Luke pulls her to him and makes love to her, in his own hungry ways of it, she’s not alone in not quite believing that it’s happening. Loving with him makes her feel so alive.

‘You’ve gone quiet on me,’ he kisses.

‘I’m okay…just keep on loving me…don’t stop.’

Luke leant over her, bearing his weight on his arms while he kissed her. He trailed his mouth down and she shifted uncomfortably when his mouth found one breast. He licked a little circle around the areola, taking his time to enjoy the puckered texture of her skin with the flickering tip of his tongue. He loved the feel of the little ridges and licked eagerly, arousing a quickening of her breaths. Her nipples were hard little nubs and he tugged at them, using only his teeth and lips, until she drew his head away. He licked over them instead, in broad flat strokes of his tongue that made her gasp in dismay at what he could do so inventively.

She wound her fingers through his hair, holding his face against her when he finally relented and sucked them into his mouth. They moaned together, a perfect duet of passion and desire as he suckled on her, alternating between long, hard tugs and teasing little sips, taking the occasional nibble just to delight her.

He kept her other nipple involved by playing with it in his fingers, mimicking the work of his mouth, but he was all about paying homage to them both, so he soon switched and repeated the whole process. By the time he was done with her breasts — for the moment — her nipples were a deep rosy pink that made him want to start all over again.

‘Where did you learn all of that?’ she groaned on seeing how her nipples glistened from his saliva. ‘You sure are proud of what you’ve done to me…again.’

‘I’ve been with girls since I was fifteen,’ he grinned as if proud of his ways, ‘and I love to see and feel your reaction.’ He seemed to take a primitive pleasure from seeing her renewed state of arousal. He’s twenty to her thirty-eight, but he has a depth and maturity beyond his years, and he’s not selfish. He’s learned that about making love to women too or going with her has opened the door to new experiences. ‘I want to kiss you here, again, now…’

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