My parents didn’t like her. Lynn was twenty-nine, and I was only twenty-four. We each had taken the long route through college and were finally nearing our Bachelor's degrees from a top-ranked business school. We met in college and, being older than most of the other students, gravitated toward each other. The five-year difference in our ages didn’t seem nearly as much as the difference between the nineteen-to twenty-one-year-olds around us.

When the spring semester began, I was paired up with Lynn by one of my professors for a small project. We laughed continuously since we shared a bizarre, basically childish sense of humor. I often stared at her during class, afraid to be caught. I assumed she was taken, since she wore a small golden band around her left ring finger.

Taken or not, I couldn’t help myself. She was a beautiful girl. Long, wavy “dirty” blonde hair atop a pretty face accentuated the petite, yet well-sculpted body of this girl. Her skin was flawless and, despite the depths of a New York winter, she maintained a fading tan. She looked good in everything she wore. Sweaters sat just right, her breasts filling just the perfect amount of material, yet forming enough cleavage to center my gaze when wearing low-cut tops. Even her fingers were slim, yet strong.

She took me by surprise on Valentine’s Day when she showed up with flowers, cleverly arranged in an infant’s potty seat, in response to an obscure joke I had made days earlier. The potty was definitely part of the joke, but the flowers left me confused. Not sure how to handle it (I had never been given flowers for Valentine's Day before), I assumed it meant she was into me, and I kissed her hard. She acted surprised, but two hours later, we were having dinner together, and I was finding out she was divorced but wore the ring to keep men at bay.

Things progressed quickly, and before long, we were back at her apartment, fooling around. I got her shirt off and marveled at her perfectly shaped and sized tits. Even the nipples were proportionate and pointing straight out. Her abdomen was rock hard and rippled more than mine ever had, and the triangles of white showed her taste in bikinis was right up my alley – small triangles on strings. She smelled like lavender and kissed like silk. I could barely control myself and moved in for the "kill," sliding my hands in her jeans and grasping the two firmest buns I had ever encountered.

She stopped me.

Her divorce was only finalized a few months ago, and she was not in a trusting mood with men, or so she said. She apologized for letting things get this far before making herself clear, but she needed me to understand. I was in no position to complain. Twelve hours ago,  I thought I didn’t have a chance with this girl. Now I was half-naked with her and making out like teenagers.

We agreed to take it slow, and I left that night, with lavender on my mind and silk on my lips. I believed in being a gentleman, and was always content to let a woman tell me when SHE was ready. The following weeks were great as we got to know each other, but I was quickly growing frustrated. We would often go back to her apartment and fool around, leaving my balls aching for release, and my mind racing, picturing her perfect body straddling me, or bent over the couch in front of me. Then, I would leave as instructed and return on the late train to my parents’ home in the suburbs.

As Spring Break approached, we discussed plans. Neither of us had the money to go away. Besides, our classmates were nice, but we didn’t expect to fit in with a bunch of twenty-year-olds down in Panama City or Cancun. We decided to save our money and do things around town. One of these things involved her staying out at my parents’ house in a spare bedroom for a few days while we took in the local attractions. She was from California and had never really spent time in New York, other than school.

Well, my parents were less than thrilled. They had met her briefly a few weeks before, and based on that meeting and my own behavior, they decided they didn’t like her. My parents were Catholics, and about as bigoted (about race, nationalities, and, especially, religion) as anyone on the planet. She was Mormon (LDS), which was clearly “the enemy.”  So, naturally, they hated her. She caught on to this pretty quickly, but wasn’t bothered by it. As long as I didn’t let it affect our relationship, she wouldn’t either.

In fact, it threw fuel on the fire. She went out of her way to be more affectionate with me around my family. She wasn’t normally comfortable making out in public or around other people, but around my family, she was sucking my face every chance she got. I actually liked it, especially the part about her being more aggressive about it. She would often take the opportunity to pass her hand across my crotch. It was always brief and passing, and usually just enough to be seen by one of my parents, but in a way that it appeared as if she was trying to hide her actions.

We hadn’t actually had sex yet, but you couldn’t tell by her behavior around my family. Everyone was sure we were sleeping together, when the closest we had come had been one night when I convinced her to let me bring her to orgasm with my tongue. She had never even seen my cock, although she had often felt it through my pants.

The third, and last, night of this visit, we had returned from a chilly day of wandering my favorite parks of the area. We had dinner with my parents, then settled down in front of the television, watching our favorite sitcom. My mother was doing the dishes in the next room, leaving her just out of sight, and my father sat at the dinner table, reading the day’s newspaper. From the angle I was sitting, I could see my dad’s head leaning forward, reading, but most of my view was blocked by the doorway.

Conversely, this meant he could only see my head and the arm of the couch I was lying against.

My parents kept their house pretty cold, and each couch had a big blanket for people to get comfortable. I snuggled up into a blanket as Lynn sat on the other chair diagonal across from me. We had changed into sweats and t-shirts as we relaxed for the night.

A few minutes into the show, Lynn got up and came over to me, complaining she was cold. I volunteered to warm her up and lifted the blanket, allowing her to slide in next to me, as I pressed against the back of the couch, to give her room. I noticed my dad take a glimpse, roll his eyes, mumble something under his breath, and go back to reading.

Under the blankets now, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and she was more than happy to let me play. As her head lay on my right arm, my left hand grabbed a handful of her perfect tits. I moved from one to the other, all the while drooling over their firmness and the stiffness of her nipples in response. She purred like a kitten as I stroked and fondled her plump mounds.

She turned awkwardly on her back and embraced me in a passionate kiss, her tongue diving between my lips, and wrestling with mine. The heat of this kiss, combined with the feel of her warm, soft breasts, sparked life in my loins. Pressed against her thigh, the growing bulge in my pants was unmistakable against her. Amid our kiss, I could feel her lips purse into a mischievous grin.

Next, she rolled back to her side, looking in the kitchen to check on my parents. Content that they hadn’t moved, she grabbed hold of my hand and guided it under the elastic of her sweatpants and into the fine patch of fur she usually protected so carefully.

My pulse raced as I glanced in towards my dad. As my fingers parted her delicate lips, I stared intently into the other room. She was soaked in seconds. I had to be careful not to make the tell-tale slurping sounds of plunging in and out of a wet pussy. As my fingers pumped in and out, occasionally sliding up the slit and twittering her clitoris, the devilish grin reappeared on her face.

She pressed her ass firmly against my body. My erection was bursting at the seams as it slid up and down the crack of her ass, impeded only by the soft fabric of our sweatpants. She was rhythmically pumping against my hand now, which meant she was also pumping against my cock. I whispered in her ear, “You are driving me CRAZY!”, which only deepened the smirk on her face.

A few minutes of this, and I was almost ready to blow. Our movements were restrained, but the dry humping was still doing its trick. I was having trouble concentrating on my finger actions, so her hands slid in her pants to help me. Or so I thought.

After guiding my fingers for a moment to get me back on track, I felt her hands lift off mine. Instead of exiting her pants, they did one better… they grasped the elastic and slid both pants and panties down to her knees.

I am sure if my dad had looked, he would have known what was going on just by the size of my eyes. I had no idea where this was going, and I was terrified of being found out, but I was also so turned on that I wasn’t about to stop.

When I felt her hand move to my pants and begin tugging at the waistband, I almost panicked. “No, I don’t think so,” I whispered as I grabbed the elastic to hold my ground.

“I want you… NOW!” she insisted under her breath.

My eyes were on my dad as he glanced in the room once again. He didn’t seem to notice, but I was frozen in place. My mind raced in a million directions as I pondered the dilemma in front of me. I had been waiting more than a month for the chance to fuck this girl, and there had been no sign of her relenting…  Until now. I was rock hard, and my dick said, “Get out of my way!” But my mind said, “Your parents are right there in the other room. What happens if they finish what they are doing and decide to come in here?”

She tilted her head, raised her brows, and said, “It’s now or never.”

This was cruel torture, but my fingers were still in her pants, and I could feel the moisture pouring out of her in her excitement. She really wanted this! I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.

I relaxed my grip as she smiled and slid my sweat pants to my knees. She slid her body slightly further up the couch, then pressed back against my swollen cock. Even with her legs together, I slid in with ease. Her soaked pussy sucked me in like a vacuum. Once inside, I lay there still, not knowing how to proceed in this situation. Normally, I would fuck like a rabbit when I got this hard and worked up, but that was not an option with my folks so close by.

She understood my dilemma and took control. Her fingers pressed mine against her clit, and her ass muscles contracted and relaxed as she worked her pussy muscles expertly. Her body moved forward and back ever so slightly, just enough to keep my cock from sticking in one place, while her pussy milked my hard-on.

“Oh GOD!” I kept thinking. Her pussy was so tight from lack of use and the closed leg position we were in. Yet her juices were easing the way. It had been a few months since I had gotten laid, and I was more than pent up from the frustration of dating and fooling around with this beauty. I wasn’t going to last long like this.

That brought up a new problem. How was I going to end this? As if on the same page, she turned her head, whispering lightly, “Don’t come inside me; I am not on the pill.”

Ignoring the further stress this caused me, she continued pulsing her pussy. To make matters worse, she started to swirl my fingers against her clit quicker and harder. Her breathing increased and became louder, her ass started moving more perceptibly, gyrating forward and back and up and down.

My mom turned off the water, done with the dishes. As she dried her hands, she called in, “Do you guys want dessert or anything? We have some pie and whipped cream.”

Oh crap! I had to answer, but I couldn’t focus. Lynn giggled, whispering to me, “Nope, already have some pie, thank you,” which didn’t help the situation, as now I had to hold back a laugh as well.

My voice squeaked slightly as I responded to my mom, “No, I think we’re good."

“Lynn, are you sure?” Mom called out.

Lynn got a big smile now. “Nope, I am as full as I could get!” she called back as she looked me in the eye. She was clearly turned on by this situation, and her fingers pushed mine out of the way as she pummeled her nub with her fingers.

My mom peeked her head around the corner of the doorway. “You sure I can’t get you anything?” she politely asked. I was sure we were busted. Lynn’s movements had to have been visible, and the flushed look on our faces probably screamed sex right then. But Mom turned away.

“Okay, well, it’s in the fridge if you change your mind.” And she walked the other way toward her bedroom.

Seconds later, Lynn’s pace increased, and her hips were gyrating all over the place. I tried to hold her hips down to keep her from making noise, but this restraint only heightened her pleasure. I could start to hear the slurping sounds of my cock sliding in and out with her movements, and it was all I could do to keep from banging her back. I know my dad must have heard some of this, but he kept on reading his paper.

Finally, I felt her muscles begin to shudder, her breathing stopped, and her head threw back against me. Her legs squeezed so tight around my cock that I couldn’t move. She grabbed my hand with hers and pushed it against her crotch, finally letting out a long gasp of air and the tiniest of whimpers.

As her orgasm subsided, she pushed my fingers into motion again. Together we circled her clitoris, but she wouldn’t let me touch it. Her hips began to thrust against me again, and her breathing increased. She was aiming for another orgasm, only I wasn’t going to last, and I had to figure out what to do.

I am sure my dad knew something was going on because, about then, he slapped his paper closed, looked briefly in toward us, and got up from his chair. There was no way I could stop now, so I prayed he wasn’t coming in, and I watched as he headed off to his bedroom.

Right about that moment, the urge had gone too far. I couldn’t stop it. I felt the heat of a massive dose pushing to burst out of my cock. In one motion, I thrust my hips backward against the couch, slipping out of her tight twat. I jerked my hand free of hers and quickly pinched off the head of my dick, just as the swollen flesh prepared to explode. The slightest squirt shot out onto her behind and dripped down onto the couch.

Disappointed in the moment I chose to pull out, she let out a small groan and took matters into her own hands, literally. The couch vibrated as her hands went into action. Her fingers feverishly bombarded her pussy until once again her muscles quivered, her breathing paused, and her head swung back against mine. Her muscles tensed, and her toenails dug into my leg as she came forcefully. This one lasted a good fifteen seconds before a gasp of breath escaped her lips, and her muscles relaxed.

I lay there a few minutes, my heart pounding a mile a minute, sweat dripping off my brow, my body shaking from a combination of fear and excitement. I was afraid to look under the blanket, figuring we had surely stained the couch. The reality of it was hitting me, and I was hyperventilating when Lynn turned her body towards me, struggling to hold her laughter. She kissed me hard and mumbled how awesome that was, then peeked down to see my hand pinching the head of my cock.

I asked her to quickly run into the kitchen and get me a paper towel so I could release my seed, and she laughed again.

“Aww, but what a shame to waste it,” she sighed.

As she began to get up, she pulled her pants up to her waist, slid out from the blanket, and stretched. Then she turned back to me, said, "You know, maybe I will have some cream with my pie,” and lifted the covers from my lap, leaving me exposed in my parents’ living room.

With that same devilish grin as before, she bent in front of me, kissed my balls, then pulled my hand off my cock and dove to engulf me as the creamy liquid forced its way out. On her knees next to the couch, she sucked every drop of come out of my cock and licked her juices off as well. It took a few moments before I stopped oozing, but when she finally finished, I could feel a little swelling beginning to return. She smiled, raised her eyebrows, then moved over in front of my face. Then, she kissed me deeply again, her come-soaked tongue coated and slippery, the mixed taste of sperm and pussy juice, wrestling with mine.

“Yes. I like this girl,” I thought out loud, “even if she is going to give me a heart attack!”

She laughed and stood up, eying the wet spot on the couch next to me.

My parents never said anything about that night, and I was able to get the stain cleaned after a little work. We dated for a year and a half after that, and while sex was pretty good, it never quite matched that night. The closest we came was one night in HER parents’ house. That’s a whole ‘nother story