Alice

I was sitting on my porch, looking across the street, watching Cody Morrison wash their car. It is said, youth is wasted on the young. It certainly wasn't wasted on him. A fine figure of a young man. A figure even a woman as old as me could appreciate. Tall, blonde, with a body I bet drove the girls mad. I know it would be me, if I were just a few years younger. Shoot, it was doing it to me today. Watching him brought back memories of my younger days, back when I was a girl in school. The pill had taken away the fear of pregnancy, and with the sexual revolution, casual sex became socially acceptable. I could still remember my first time, Murray, something or other. After the senior prom, in his bedroom. What a mess. It had hurt so badly, and I had bled a lot. He shot off two seconds after he breached me. I ran home, holding my bleeding sex. His parents found the bloody evidence and grounded him for a month. Two months later, school was out, and that summer his family moved to Pittsburgh.

In the fall, I was a freshman at the state college, driving home for the holidays. A blizzard closed the highway, and I was stranded. A tow truck driven by Clarence Anderson came by to lead me into town. We hadn't gone two miles when we encountered snow drifts blocking the road. I got into his truck to keep warm. We talked about the weather, people we knew, favorite foods, just trivial stuff. But he was pretty good looking and just a couple of years older than me. He looked at me, I looked at him, and I felt something stirring. I nudged toward the middle of the seat, he did the same. Pretty soon, we were next to each other. He leaned toward me, his eyes asking if he could kiss me. I leaned toward him, giving him my answer. It was cramped and crowded, but we made it work. That was the first time I experienced the ecstasy sex could provide. Fifteen minutes later, I experienced it again. We dated almost every night that holiday break, and in the spring we were married. That was almost fifty years ago.

Good Lord, fifty years? Had it been that long? Clarence was such a strong, kind man. And a wonderful lover. I would overhear women in our social circle complaining about how much of a chore sex with their husband was. It wasn't for me. When it came to love-making, he knew his business. And he was frequently in my business. I never considered denying him. It was almost always earth-shaking for me. In the evening, I would eagerly wait for his homecoming. Dinner, maybe a walk around the neighborhood, then me on my back with him working his magic. And it was magical. But no children. No matter how hard we tried (and we tried quite often), we were never blessed.

Then, he was gone. Almost twenty years ago now. He had been taking a nap in his recliner on a Saturday afternoon. I went to call him for supper, but he was gone, already cold. The doctor said it was probably a brain aneurysm. Quick and painless. I thank a merciful God for that.

Like most women of my generation, I wanted male companionship, and there were enough to choose from. But they were either looking for sex, money, or a mommy, and intelligent conversation was beyond most of them. So now I sit on my porch, watching the neighborhood hunk across the street wash his car.

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Cody

I could see Alice Anderson across the street, sitting on her porch swing. She was there often. I never knew her husband, but Dad said he was the salt of the earth, and from my dad, there was no higher accolade. She also didn't seem to have family come around. For just as long as I could remember, Dad and I had been doing the things for her that she couldn't. Lawn maintenance, minor repairs, that sort of thing. Dad also insisted she let him negotiate with people who would come to service her appliances, or buy a big ticket item, like a car. He told her it was to protect her from the unscrupulous who might pluck her like a chicken. She was always so kind and gracious, oftentimes coming over, bringing those famous oatmeal cookies of hers, the ones with mini chocolate chips, crushed peanuts and no raisins. She was famous for them.

As the years progressed, it fell more to me, instead of Dad. I was available after school, weekends, and summers. And after the job was done, we would sit and talk, coffee or iced tea and those marvelous cookies. She was a very interesting person. To everyone else, she was a quiet old lady, but when it was just the two of us, she was a very interesting conversationalist. She had attended only one year of college before getting married, but she had taken a job in the library and said she read almost every periodical in their subscription base. She would have to chase me home, because I would lose track of time listening to her. I often wondered why she had given up on finding another man in her life. It was apparent that when she was younger, she was a stunner. Hell, she was still a beauty.

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Alice

Spring had sprung, and it was time to change my seasonal decorations. I had individual boxes with decorations for each season. Winter would be put back into boxes until next January. They were heavy, though, and stored in the attic. The days of me dragging them down and putting the past season's boxes back up were long past. Knocking on the Morrison's door with a plate of cookies was all it took to enlist Cody. He would come over Saturday afternoon.

Saturday morning, I whisked through the house, cleaning and dusting. I didn't want him to think I was so old I couldn't keep a clean house. And while I was busy, I daydreamed of the old days and how I would have to tell Clarence to move so I could clean where he was. He would make a big production of jumping up, running around me in circles, finally stopping behind me, reaching around and grabbing my bosoms. He would stage-whisper in my ear, "Pirate Jack is here to ravish you, my pretty." Then he would kiss my neck, spin me around, and he would kiss me on the lips and grab my fanny. "Are you ready to be ravished?" he would ask. No matter how hard I struggled (and it wasn't very hard at all), he kept after me until I gave in. He would then carry me to the bedroom and, yes, ravish me. When he figured out that I was changing my cleaning routine to encounter him earlier, he said I was a shameful woman, but he kept ravishing me anyway.

I came back to the present when I began to have feelings I had not had for a long time. It had been so long since Clarence had passed, and there had been no one since. I could feel my forehead glow, and there was a persistent itch in my private area that grew and grew. I sat down in the recliner and leaned back. The itch had become so persistent that I began rubbing myself through my skirt and panties. Oh, my, that feeling I would get when Clarence pleasured me was coming back, and it was as strong as I remembered. My breathing came faster and my legs twitched. I could hear myself moaning. My breasts were aching, and I reached up to squeeze one. The harder I squeezed, the more intense the feeling. And when I pinched the nipple, it was like electricity shooting through my body. I was writhing in the chair, in a frenzy, feeling the magic coming. When it hit, my body convulsed and I cried out. But instead of Clarence, it was Cody Morrison making love to me. The convulsion came again, stronger than before, and I fainted.

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Cody

I was showering, getting ready to go to Alice's house to move her boxes. I was standing under the water, recalling last night's date with Toni Abler. We had pizza at Alfredo's, then went to the drive-in. She was a great kisser, and in no time I was hard. She had some mad oral skills, and she really enjoyed it. So while I leaned back in my seat, she had her head in my lap and my cock in her mouth. Her smiling eyes watched me as my cum blasted her tonsils, her swallowing it all. We hopped into the back seat so I could lay down. She lifted her skirt and sat her pussy on my face. I am no amateur when it comes to pussy eating. She held my hair and rode my face in a frenzy. "Nip my clit, Cody! Yes! Just like that!" she whispered. When I did, she came hard, twisting her hips side to side, mashing her pussy down, her clam juice gushing into my mouth. When the movie ended, we went to her house. We sneaked into the downstairs rec room. Her parents were asleep on the second floor, so when I fucked her, we didn't have to be too quiet. And she was pretty vocal when she came.

As I toweled off, my mind wandered and suddenly I became aware that I had sexual thoughts about Alice. I wondered how the pussy of an older woman would taste. Was it dried out, or could I get her wet from eating her? Would I have trouble fucking her because her pussy had closed up from disuse? Then I thought, you fucking pervert, she's a sweet old lady who probably hasn't had a sexual thought in years. But I couldn't get it out of my mind.

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Alice

When I opened the door, his appearance stunned me. Even though he was only eighteen, he looked years older. That shock of blonde hair, untamed by a comb. A clean but well-worn tee shirt, tight on his biceps, showing the outline of his chest. Khaki shorts and canvas shoes. And his demeanor. So warm, so confident, so mature. It was enough to give any girl, even one as old as me, naughty thoughts.

"Come in, Cody. I'm so grateful you would give up part of your weekend to help your old neighbor."

"Alice, you've been our neighbor for a long time, but you're not so old. And you can still turn a man's head."

I turned, feeling myself flush. It didn't help that I remembered my daydream from that morning. And now here he was, so handsome, so... sexy, the word came to me. Oh, good Lord! Alice, of all the things! It wasn't a hot flash I was feeling, but it certainly was hot.

We went to the hallway between bedrooms, and Cody pulled down the attic stairs. I went up first, and he followed. Halfway up, it dawned on me that he had a birds-eye view up my skirt. Another hot flash. Good grief! I was becoming obsessed with sex! And I was shameless. I paused at the top, making a production of feeling around for the pull string for the light. Oh, I found it right away, but the harlot in me that had broken through my subconscious made me delay for just a few extra seconds. Give him a good look.

I turned on the other lights as Cody came up. The place was much less organized than I remembered. "It looks like we will have to reorganize the boxes first. The ones with decorations are marked by season, so that shouldn't be too difficult."

Easy for me to say. A half hour later, Cody had them sorted out. The attic was warm, and I could see he was perspiring. Stains showed at his underarms and down his chest, only feeding my lurid thoughts.

When it was done, he lowered the three full boxes for spring and the three empty boxes to put winter away. With the boxes set in the living room, I said, "How about we take a break? I have iced tea, and you look like you could use something cold."

"Alice, you're a lifesaver." And he followed me into the kitchen.

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Cody

When she opened the door, I was struck by how good looking she was. It was easy to see that in her younger days she had been a real looker. Age had only added maturity. Her hair had grayed, which suited her. Facial features were older and wrinkled, but that only enhanced her natural beauty. I came in, hoping she hadn't noticed I had been staring.

I pulled down the attic stairs. She went up first to turn on the lights. I followed behind her. Halfway up, I looked up and found myself looking under her skirt. I was surprised she was wearing tight satin panties, hugging her ass and giving me a show of her camel toe. My conscience told me I should look away, but I couldn't. Wow, there it was. Her pussy. I could almost reach up and tickle it. The thought made my cock swell. Another two steps and my mouth would be on it. Jesus, Cody! Get yourself under control. She's your neighbor. And old enough to be your grandmother.

After we got the boxes down and in the living room, Alice suggested we break for some iced tea. By that time, I was ready and followed her into the kitchen.

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Alice

The tea was refreshing. After sitting and talking for fifteen minutes, we returned to the task at hand. I showed him which treatments I wanted in which box. He brought them to the box, and I packaged them. Then we unboxed the spring decorations and set them in their spots. Finally, we closed the boxes and returned them to the attic.

I was arranging my Easter bunnies on an end table. I hadn't noticed Cody come up behind me, and when I suddenly turned, I bumped into him. His arms reflexively embraced me, my hands went to his waist. For a long moment, we looked at each other, our eyes locked. Then, I don't know what possessed me, but I whispered, "Oh, Cody."

His eyes smiled, and after another moment, his mouth descended onto mine. His kiss was soft and gentle, but it held the promise of more. My arms encircled his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me. It was as if I was afraid he would pull away. Then his tongue was at my lips. Oh, yes, please come in! Mine greeted his and we danced. My heart was racing, pulse pounding in my ears. After such a long time, I felt the exhilaration of a man, a big strong man, holding me in his arms and kissing me again. I couldn't suppress a moan.

He moved his lips to my neck, kissing, licking. He breathed into my ear, "I've been thinking of you, Alice. Daydreaming about this. Oh, my God Alice, I want you so bad."

My bedroom was just feet away. He backed me through the door, his lips returning to mine. His strong hands lifted me up, laying me on the bed. He stood, looking down at me with fire in his eyes. Then he stripped off his shirt.

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Cody

We brought the boxes to the living room. She opened the ones with things to be set out, and we began to replace the winter decorations, using a map that existed in her mind. Most were mementos from earlier in her life. Room by room we decorated for the coming season. When we finally finished, she showed me the new display, commenting on the history associated with certain pieces that had special meaning to her.

We had put the boxes back in the attic, and I raised the attic stairs. When I returned to the living room, she was bent over arranging some figures on an end table. I came up behind her, looking over her shoulder, when she suddenly turned, bumping into me. My arms instinctively held her to keep her from falling. I felt her hands on my hips, steadying herself. My eyes locked with hers. Then, she uttered those fateful words.

"Oh, Cody."

It was a spark that ignited a fire in me, a fire I was unaware was laid, but it was there, nonetheless. It instantly became a raging inferno, hotter than the surface of the sun. I felt it would consume me, but I craved it. She was an older woman, I knew, but I wanted her with a passion I had never known before.

Her fingers were in my hair, holding me to her as our tongues chased each other. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, love her. Toni and I had been having sex since junior prom, and she was an enthusiastic and innovative lover, but she had never incited me like this.

I maneuvered her back through the doorway to her bedroom. I lifted her up and laid her on the bed. My heart was racing, my breath labored. Stripping off my shirt, I stood for a moment. But only a moment. I had to know that she thought of me the same way I thought of her.

"Lift up, Alice. Let me have your blouse and undergarment."

Without hesitation, she lifted her hands to me, allowing me to pull her up, and I had my answer. I removed her blouse and she unfastened her bra, handing it to me. Her eyes never left mine, but her face darkened. Tossing them to the floor, I let her back down, my lips following, stopping only when they met hers.

I moved to her ear, to her neck, my lips and tongue caressing her. Her murmurs of pleasure pushed me onward. I moved down her décolletage, wrinkled with age, down to her soft, pendulous breasts.

Her nipples were wrinkled and hard. Light suction and gentle nibbling brought her hands to my head. She held me to them, moaning, "Oh Cody, Cody," over and over again. I was not done. She would have the best I could give her. Once again, I said, "Lift up." But this time my hands were on her hips. She placed her feet on the bed and raised up. I pulled her skirt and panties off, and when she lay back down, I threw them over to her other clothes.

My lips moved to her stomach, soft and wrinkled. I only briefly paused there before continuing southward. She sensed where I was headed and said, "Cody, please, not there. I don't know if I could bear it."

"Trust me, Alice," I replied. "It's a special gift that I have for you."

Her pubic hair was sparse and gray. I had read somewhere that some older women had vaginal dryness issues, but not her. When I spread her lips, the glistening flow was there.

I proceeded to play my opus on her vagina. Lips, fingers, and tongue, I moved from labia to clitoris to vagina, staying at each only long enough to feel and hear her reaction. She was getting my very best effort, and her impassioned response was proof she was getting it.

I wasn't just the maestro. My cock was so hard that I had to get it out of my shorts. I stood, looking down on her as I shed my shorts and briefs.

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Alice

I lay there, feeling things I hadn't thought I would ever feel again. Without his shirt, he was a young Greek god.

Then he asked to remove my top. I reached out to him, letting him pull me up. Lifting my arms, he pulled off my blouse. I unfastened my bra, feeling myself flushed in embarrassment. Would my breasts be abhorrent, wrinkled and sagging with age? But I could not deny him.

He tossed the bra to the floor, following my blouse. Then he laid me back down, his lips returning briefly to mine, before descending to my neck and throat. I thought I would swoon. He moved further down to my chest and breasts. My whole body quivered when he latched onto a nipple. I held his head there, never wanting it to end. But after a few minutes, he lifted his head and asked me to raise up so he could remove my skirt and panties. Again, I did it, without hesitation.

Now his lips were at my stomach, moving further downward. I suddenly realized where he was going. It was something I had never done before, and I was embarrassed. But he asked me to trust him, and I did.

It was one of those big Fourth of July fireworks shows, with rockets bursting in flight, star shells blazing in colors of red and white, fountains blasting streams of sparklers into the heavens. Ecstasy, such as I had never experienced before.

Then he was standing, removing his shorts. And there it was, his manhood, hard, strong, and proud. Hard for me. And I was ready for it. And I wanted it.

There was a question in his eyes. I said, "Cody, in my life, I've only ever made love with one man. But today, I am yours."

He came to me, taking me into his arms, kissing me with a tenderness that did not conceal his passion. When he moved over me, his manhood left a wet trail.

Kneeling between my thighs, he stroked his manhood across my opening and said, "This might be a little uncomfortable, Alice. Let me know if I should stop."

Holding my bottom lip between my teeth, I nodded.

Then, he began. A slight penetration, then withdrawn, then back again, a little deeper. He watched my eyes for any sign of discomfort, but there was none. Just the feeling of penetration, of being filled. I looked down and saw he was in half way, his staff shining with my fluid. His strokes were deeper now, and then, with a soft "Unh," I knew we were fully coupled.

His hands were on my thighs, his eyes shining as he withdrew and came back into me. The memories of all those times in my past came flooding back to me, and I began to respond. He felt it, and it spurred him on. He finally leaned forward, resting on his forearms, and kissed me. My arms moved around his neck, holding him while my hips butted against his. My passion was rising, and I craved the coming release.

I whispered into his ear, "Cody, I'm not some porcelain doll. I won't break. Please, go faster."

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Cody

She smiled when she saw my erection. I moved between her thighs, rubbing the head against her labia. She was already extremely wet, so all I did was get lubricated. Then I began the insertion. I was careful, she hadn't had intercourse for years, and I was afraid the penetration would be painful. But with her copious lubrication and slow entry, she showed no signs of discomfort. Then we were completely joined.

I began slowly, letting her get used to me. She began to respond, and I picked up the pace. Then she said to go faster.

My hands moved to her ass, lifting it as I fed my cock to her pussy. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I was a man possessed. She responded in kind, hooking her ankles over my calves, her hips beating a staccato against mine.

Heavy breathing and a wild look in her eyes, her body began trembling as she reached orgasm. "Oh Cody, oh Cody, oh Cody," she moaned, over and over.

"Alice, oh God, Alice, I love you, I love you."

And I emptied myself into her.

Then I was leaning back on my forearms, looking at her, our eyes locked. I was sure she saw the same look of joy and happiness in me as I saw in her.

I moved to her side, holding her, neither of us speaking. It was one of those moments where words were useless.

We lay there for about fifteen minutes. Then, she lifted her head to my ear and said, "Thank you, Cody. For one afternoon you have made an old woman feel young again."

She got up and went into the bathroom. In a few minutes, she returned wearing a dressing gown. She came to my side of the bed and extended her hand. "You should get dressed, your mother will wonder what happened to you." She smiled her impish smile. "And, it looks like I have to wash these sheets, and probably the mattress pad too. Someone's made a mess here."

I stood up, slipping back into my clothes. "Do you think you might have some other chores for me?" I asked.

I saw a twinkle in her eye. "You know, maybe next Saturday. I'll let you know."

She kissed me on the cheek. As I left, she called to me. "Cody?" I turned back. Her smile was radiant. "Thank you, Cody. For everything."

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But Saturday never came.

She was known for her punctuality, and on Thursday, when she was 30 minutes late for her appointment with Doc Webster, they called her house. When no one answered, the office called the police and asked for a welfare check. When their knock was unanswered, they had a locksmith open her door.

She was in bed, lying peacefully. But she was gone, gone to be with her beloved Clarence.

I don't think you can fully understand the depth of despair until you have reached the peak of love. I was destroyed. There was an ugly, gaping wound in my soul. Raw and bleeding. I was inconsolable. My parents noticed it right away. Dad didn't say anything, but I knew he was concerned. Mom did her best, but I didn't want mothering. Toni came over, but all we did was sit in my room. She held me while I cried. I couldn't tell her or anyone else why. They would think badly of me, but more importantly, they would think badly of Alice, and I could not allow that to happen.

There was a viewing, but I didn't go. My last memory of Alice would not be of her lying in a coffin. Instead, I remembered her smiling face as I walked out the door that magical Saturday.

I realized I had to deal with my grief. Alice was gone. I had to move on. So late one evening, I drove out of town to a place where Dad and I used to hunt, miles away from any civilization. I leaned against the car's grill, looking at the stars, wondering if Alice was looking down at me.

A sudden rage consumed me. I raised my face to the sky and screamed until I was hoarse. All my pent-up emotions. And when I was done, a sense of serenity came over me. I finally accepted that I would never see Alice again. My life would go on without her.

Toni and I drifted apart. We had become just good friends. I knew she was hurt. I couldn't tell her why. That as good as we had been, Alice had shown me something I had no idea I could feel. Absolute love. I might have been able to love Toni in some fashion, but it would never have been the same.

Now I'm in college. Studying, meeting new people, making social connections. Searching for that special someone.

Alice has set that bar very high.