“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” I stood and shook her hand. “I have to agree with Benjamin though; I want Funnel Cake too.”
“Let’s go!” Benjamin pulled on Ms. Ruth’s hand and pointed at the Funnel Cake sign.
Benjamin was so excited. He reminded me of a simpler time when all I had to worry about was what was directly in front of me. I really couldn’t tell he was autistic based on our interaction. He seemed a little apprehensive when we approached the people at the stands or the ones operating the equipment, but his excitement definitely seemed to overwhelm whatever hesitations he had. By the time we had went on a few rides and eaten what felt like our weight in Fair food, Benjamin had let go of Ms. Ruth’s hand and taken mine. I looked at Max, who smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I let Benjamin lead me to each ride, explaining everything he knew about it before we climbed inside. There was no way we could do everything, but we kept going until Benjamin was exhausted and Max had to carry him.
“I’ll get a separate car tonight.” Ms. Ruth dug in her purse. “I’ll be by early tomorrow morning so you can get to work.”
“Thank you, Ms. Ruth.” Max leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
“Take care of them.” Ms. Ruth squeezed my hand. “They’re wonderful.”
“I know.” I smiled and watched her walk away.
“Ready to see where I live?” Max motioned for the driver.
“If it’s smaller than my place, I’ll be very disappointed.” I grinned at him as we walked towards the car.
Chapter 18: Max
Abby and I in the backseat of the car with Benjamin asleep between us felt right. I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it tight and she smiled at me. I had never introduced Benjamin to anyone I was seeing since the majority of the relationships never lasted longer than one night. Abby was an exception and although we had only been together a short time, she was the perfect exception to every rule I set that led me down the path of being known as Mr. Mistake. Perhaps I was always looking for someone like her—maybe it was why I looked for good girls instead of satisfying my lust with sluts that wouldn’t even care what my name was the next day.
“Let me give you the grand tour.” I walked out of Benjamin’s bedroom and pulled the door closed once he was asleep.
“I think you know what I want a tour of.” Abby walked towards down the hall and wrapped her arms around me.
The timid, apprehensive virgin had developed a fairly voracious appetite for sex in our brief time together. I kissed her lips, pushing my tongue between them as I squeezed her in my arms. I opened the door to my bedroom and pushed her inside of it, closing the door behind me. The house was big enough that sound wouldn’t travel, but I locked the door just to be on the safe side in case Benjamin happened to get up. Abby was going to be the first woman to ever sleep in my bed with me. I sent the mattress I shared with my ex-wife to an incinerator once we were divorced. I pulled Abby’s dress over her head and started removing her bra as she unbuttoned my shirt.
“No wonder you don’t want to stay with me.” She teased as she looked over at the bed. “I wouldn’t want to sleep on my hard mattress either if I had that waiting for me.”
“There’s also no cat hair.” I kissed her neck with a slight laugh.
“Leave Sebastian out of this.” I pulled out of his embrace and crawled on the bed with my ass facing him. “So now that you have me in your bed, what are you going to do with me?”
“Well to start with.” I slapped her ass as she wiggled it at me. “I’m going to take your panties off.”
I pushed her panties down and I saw a wet spot in the middle of the crotch. She moved her legs to let me fully remove them and I finished undressing her. She clearly wanted me to take her from behind since she didn’t move from her knees. She looked back at me with a hungry grin on her face as I knelt behind her on the bed and pressed my cock to her wet pussy. It took me a moment to realize that I was pressing my cock against her pussy without a condom. I hadn’t been with a woman without one since I was married. The raw, wet feeling of her pussy started to make me throb with desire, but I had to resist the urge. I pulled away and she looked back at me with curiosity in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” She blinked a couple of times.
“I need to go to the car. I need a condom.” I growled angrily as I reached for my pants.
“You don’t have to leave.” She shook her head and wiggled her ass at me again. “You can cum inside me.”
“Fuck it...” I dropped my pants and crawled behind her again.
I knew she was clean because I was the only person she had ever fucked. I got tested regularly and had never had an issue. I started pushing my cock into her pussy and was amazed and how good she felt without the condom. Her pussy was so tight that it stretched the tight skin on my cock when it went inside. I never felt that with a condom. The idea of unloading my cum inside of her made me extremely hard and the feeling of her pussy on my unprotected dick enhanced the experience so much I wasn’t going to be able to last very long. I buried my cock to the hilt and wrapped my hands around her hips, moving my cock back and forth inside of her.
“That feels really good.” She let out a moan. “It feels so much better without the condom. I can feel every vein in your cock rubbing inside of me.”
“I guess we’re officially moving past the condom stage of our relationship then?” As I felt her tightness grip my cock, I knew I wanted that feeling every time I was inside of her.
“Yeah...” She groaned and started to pant. “Oh God, yes.”
I had to adjust my thrusts to keep from exploding inside of her after a half dozen hard ones. I settled into a slow rhythm, building up my cock’s resistance to the pleasure she was bringing me. After I got the throbbing to settle down some, I was able to pick up the pace and start fucking her the way I normally did—but damn if it wasn’t amazing to feel it on my exposed cock. I drove myself deep inside of her, stretching and stimulating her g-spot. I felt every spasm of her pussy, every slight reaction to the pressure. I could feel the orgasm building inside of her and I couldn’t wait to feel it released on my cock. My balls were already started to twitch and the sheer bliss of the moment was making me shake with anticipation of the release. I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and used it as leverage as I kept fucking her.
“I’m gonna cum...” She barely got the words out before I felt her pussy spasm.
When I felt her pussy squeeze against me, my cock started to throb and pulsate. Cum rushed through my shaft and exploded into her. When my semen mixed with her orgasm, it created so much lubrication I started slamming into her even harder as thick ropes of cum erupted into her pussy. The feeling of my cum made her start to orgasm again and the squeezing of her pussy on my cock started to milk every drop out of it. When she was finally done and her body relaxed, I slowly pulled myself free and lay back on the bed. She crawled over and I took her in my arms, pulling her in tight. There was no reason to worry about rushing home or making sure I was there for Benjamin the next morning. I felt calmer than I had felt in years with my beautiful Abby in my arms.