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Maple’s limited sexual experience had not prepared him for the pleasure and excitement April brought to the bedroom. Before their play grew too intense she enjoyed verbal banter that made him blush. Peals of laughter accompanied her orgasms.
He watched as she took enjoyment between his legs, her active tongue and large mouth slowly building his sensitivity. It was getting to be too much, and when his hips began to press toward her she stopped.
“Meow, ‘Lil Pussy wants some of that cock,” she said matter of factly as she straddled him, not yet touching him with her sex as she leaned in to kiss his nipples and drag her tongue around his chest. When his breathing slowed she took him in her hand, teasing her open petals with his tip and then slowly massaging her clitoris. She stopped. “I love your eyes in this light,” she said. “They sparkle.”
She resumed the motion and by tiny increments started to settle upon him. Her softness thrilled him and when he had reached her ...what was it called? ...that tight spot that squeezed in on him before he entered her deeply. A random thought whisked by, that his high school anatomy class was failing him when he most needed to appear worldly ...Okay, call it that nice spot. “Keep pushing past the nice spot, nice and slow,” he told her awkwardly. “You mean into my vagina?” “Yes, into that,” he whispered lamely.
When his hips started moving, she again stopped, and eased herself off and onto her back, legs splayed. “I don’t want you to come yet. ‘Lil Pussy wants kisses.”
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Across the yard Wilbur peered at the mobile home through the venetian blinds in their darkened bedroom. “I see a shadow movin’ real regular in there, Violet,” he said. “Must be some candles lit. Do you ‘spose that June is getting’ it on with one of those other renters?”
“It’s not June, it’s not even May, it’s April, and I wouldn’t know. It’s not our business. Come to bed.”
“Shadows still movin’. Do you ‘spose it’s the one we’ve barely met or that Alex, the one I thought looked kind of like the terrorist they show on TV?”
“Well, if somethin’s going on, maybe it’s both,” she answered, sounding a bit wistful.
“Really, Mother, we never even heard anything like that about Kennedy, for all his philandering ...I just saw him once.”
“You did?” interrupted Violet. “You never told me that.”
“Didn’t have to tell you, Mother. You were there.”
“Where?”
“Why, at the twenty-fifth anniversary ceremony, of course, of Hoover Dam. It was real nice of the White House to fly us out so Kennedy could recognize me ...”
“Wilbur ...”
“ ...just like Roosevelt did when the dam was closed twenty-five years earlier. Kennedy had done his homework, too. He knew all about how I had figured out makin’ the blastin’ as efficient as possible. And I have to tell you, he sure didn’t look like a philanderer.”
“But Wilbur, you ...”
“I know what you’re going to say, Mother, and you’re right of course, you can’t tell what a person will or won’t do by their looks. But I got to tell you that when he looked me right in the eye and shook my hand, he just didn’t look like what they’d been sayin’ about him since he got shot. No. When I think about it, I’ve got to say based on my experience, I don’t think any of it is true ...April, you say ...Shadow’s still movin’.”