The Wrong Woman

I slapped her ass and listened to her squeal as she rolled on top of me.

“What was that for?” Felicity haughtily asked.

“Texting me and then leaving me hanging.” I told her.

“Oh that.” She said and I could see a small smile on her lips.

“Did you really touch yourself?” I asked.

“Yes… yes I did.” She said

“You know that drove me crazy…”

I slapped her again and she ended up rolling off me and onto the empty space next to me.

Felicity lay on her stomach and rested her hands on her crossed arms, looking up at me from the corner of her eye. She was completely nude and so comfortable in her own skin that I couldn’t help but admire her, my eyes trailing down to her round ass.

“How old are you?” The words flew out of my mouth without me even thinking. She turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What brought that on?” She asked.

“Um… I was just wondering.”

I saw her gaze shift over to my bedside table.

“Mind if I have one?”

I followed her line of vision to see my packet of cigarettes. I reached over to grab it before handing her a cigarette and a lighter. Felicity then lay down on her back next to me and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke away from me. We lay there in silence, my hand settling on her thigh.

“I’m thirty six.” She finally said and I turned my head to see her staring up at the ceiling.

Thirty six? Wow. The oldest woman I had ever slept with was thirty and I had been nineteen at the time.

“Are you surprised?” She asked and I tried to rearrange the expression on my face, hoping I didn’t look as surprised as I felt.

“I kind of guessed you were in your thirties.” I replied. I rolled over to my side and watched as she smoked the cigarette, my fingers trailing over her full breasts and stomach. I smiled to myself when she slightly arched her back at the sensation.

“So I guess this is when I ask you how old you are.” She said.

“Guess.” I said and she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know. Twenty four?”

Twenty four? What made her think I was twenty four?

“Er no.” I replied. “Lower.”

Felicity frowned as though she wanted the age to be higher not lower.

“Twenty three?”

“Bingo.”

“Oh.”

I don’t know what whether her response was a positive or a negative one. It just kind of hung in the air. I should just tell her the truth, I thought to myself. Twenty three was not far from my real age so what difference did it really make? I opened my mouth to speak when she interrupted.

“So you’re just a kid.”

I was so offended that my words of protest stuck in my throat. Instead I merely watched as she smoked and stared at the wall, a sad and faraway look on her face. My fingers softly caressed her, starting at her neck, down to her breasts until I reached her stomach and then back up again. It gave me a chance to study her closely. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. I wondered if she had had her breasts done, they were so full and perfect. Not too big and not too small, just the perfect size for my hand. It was obvious she took care of herself. She was curvy in all the right places and she had a womanly body that I had come to appreciate.

Her wavy honey blonde hair was now messy in the just fucked look that I loved. Her hazel green eyes were framed by long eyelashes, her full lips with it’s now smudged lipstick blew smoke up into the air. I stared mesmerised at the furling smoke and then back to her again.

“Are you going to stare at me all day?” She suddenly spoke and I realised that my fingers had stopped moving and that I was now only watching her. I glanced away and then back at her to see her smiling at me as if I were just a little kid. That kind of annoyed me for a moment. Maybe I was younger than her, but I was no kid. I defiantly snatched the cigarette from her hand and took a drag before finishing it and placing it on the ashtray.

“I’ve got better things to do.” I finally replied turning back to her, grabbing her wrists and holding her down as I climbed on top of her.

“You want to go again?” She teased, but I didn’t bother replying. I positioned myself and then thrust into her, not allowing her to adjust, secretly hoping it stung. If it did, she didn’t let on. I give her credit for that, she took me in so well, matching me thrust for thrust that I found myself desperately trying to get to her in other ways. I tugged at her hair as though they were reins allowing me to grind into her harder. I bent down to kiss her breasts, my tongue and lips relentless on her now squirming body. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, wanting to smirk when I heard her moan into me, before I bit her bottom lip. Just as I could feel her tighten around me and could her little whimpers now building to loud moans, I withdrew completely.

I ignored her protesting gasp as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up. I roughly turned her around until she was kneeling on her hands and knees and then took her from behind. I deliberately slowed down the pace and watched as her head dropped in front of her. I grabbed at her hair again, pulling her hair back as I fucked her slow. I could tell she was ready for me to go hard by the way she pushed back on me, but I didn’t care.

“Has anyone fucked you like I have?” I said, my voice sounding gravelly. She shook her head and I tightly pulled at her hair.

“I said has anyone fucked you like I have?” I repeated.

“Noo.” She managed to cry.

“Remember that the next time you call me a kid.”

And I seized her hips and fucked her until she came so loud that I had to clap my hand over her mouth to stifle her screams.

X

I was working at the supermarket one late afternoon stocking cereal boxes on the shelf. I was humming one of my own tunes, and thinking about Friday night when I heard Maddie’s voice.

I glanced to the side to see her walking down the aisle accompanied by an older woman. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, as she instantly bounded over to me. She lightly touched my arm not making a move to kiss me or hug me like she usually did, and I just stared at her expectantly as the woman approached me.

“Hi Harry.” Madeline said warmly and I smiled uncertainly, holding a cereal box close to my chest.

“Harry, this is my Mother.” She said brightly. “Mum, this is the boy that I was telling you about.”

I looked at the woman with raised eyebrows. She was about my Mum’s age, with shoulder length blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She went to shake my hand only to be met with a cereal box, so I awkwardly put it on the shelf before turning to shake her hand.

“Hi.” I said.

“Nice to meet you Harry.” Maddie’s mother said in a clipped tone.

“Harry’s just got this job-“Maddie began.

“Oh really?” Her mother replied and I couldn’t tell from her tone if she approved or whether she was looking down at me.

“He works here every day after school.” Maddie went on and my attention snapped back to her. Since when do I go to school? Her mother nodded and smiled, and I stood there awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. So Felicity thinks I’m twenty three and Maddie’s mother thinks I’m eighteen and still in school. I was dressed in my uniform of black slacks and shoes and my white button up shirt covered my tattoos, so maybe I gave off the schoolboy vibe, but seriously? What was Maddie up to? I gave her a pointed look but she ignored it.

“Do you like it?” Maddie’s mother asked politely.

“It has its moments, but it’s not so bad.” I managed to reply.

When I wasn’t fending off the flirty advances from the sixteen year old girls I worked with, the job was bearable. For now…

Sure enough, Macy, one of the young girls I worked with had sauntered into the aisle and spotted me. She stopped in her tracks and pretended to inspect the products on the shelf even though it was obvious to me that she was eavesdropping.

“Well it was nice meeting you Harry. Madeline, I need to finish up here, it’s almost five o’clock.”

“Okay Mum, I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” Madeline said.

“Please don’t be too long.” She replied before leaving us alone.

I waited until her mother was out of earshot before I spoke.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“Please don’t be mad.” Maddie pleaded.

“We need to talk about this.” I said.

“Okay okay… I just can’t now.”

I leaned over and briefly kissed her on the lips.

“I’ll call you, okay?” She asked.

I nodded at her and as she turned to leave, I shook my head. This was so unlike Maddie, but then she had been nervous about introducing me to her parents, so maybe this was her way of dealing with it.

“Hey Harry, is that your girlfriend?” Macy’s voice broke into my thoughts. I looked over to see her joined by her fellow stalker Sarah.

“No Macy, you wanna be my girlfriend?” I said sarcastically and she blushed, glancing over at a giggling Sarah. They always seemed to turn up in the same aisle I was working in, asking stupid questions.

“Do you have a girlfriend Harry?”

“What are you doing this weekend?”

“Can I see your tattoos?”

They were so relentless that our conversations always ended with me getting impatient and telling them to fuck off.

“Isn’t she a bit young for you?” This time it was Sarah.

“Yeah, she’s twelve. I’m into younger girls.” I said turning my back and stocking the shelves again. I could hear them laugh before they began whispering to each other. Stupid sixteen year old girls…

My mind wandered back to my encounter with Madeline’s mother. That was just the beginning. First I was meeting her Mum… soon I’d probably be invited to her house, and then I’d probably be meeting her Father. The thought kind of made me nervous and I found myself wondering where this relationship was leading to.

Notes

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