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Isaac and I both first saw Sarah and the twins days before we actually met them. The house was ready, and the guys who had helped us with the flooring and the basement pitched in to help us haul all the big furniture over. Now, all that really remained was the small stuff, and that was easy enough for Isaac and me to handle.
I procured for Isaac a few cinder blocks and boards from work for a temporary big bookshelf downstairs, and we put his smaller ones upstairs in his bedroom for the books he loved most. I was idly putting books away up there the way he liked them — genre first, then arranged alphabetically by author, and God help me if I confused sci-fi for fantasy — while he worked on displaying his action figures and diecast cars in his window. It was a lazy night, perfect for just this sort of work, a little hot, a little stormy on the horizon.
“Oh wow,” Isaac said. “Dad. Look. She has some big old boobs.”
I don’t think to that point I’d ever heard Isaac say “boobs’ in such an adoring way and it cracked me up. I probably should have chastised him or something. Who knows? What I did do was hurry to the window. Hey, I’m a guy. Someone, even my son, says “big old boobs,” and it’s catnip.
“Ahhhh… yup. She does that,” I said, peering out.
At a distance, she might have looked fat. She was short, and all her weight was centered around her massive breasts and obscenely wide ass. But as she drew closer it became obvious she’d just been blessed — very blessed — and worked hard to maintain that sort of uniquely modern curvy body. Those tight, high shorts and the sports bra had to have been the happiest pieces of clothing in the entire universe, and I nearly choked watching her bounce as she jogged.
She was good. She gave away nothing as she ran down our sidewalk and further down the street, not peeking at my house. Except for two details — first, that way was a dead end. The road went another half a block and ended in a cul-de-sac. Now, that in and of itself doesn’t mean a whole lot, but in the opposite direction, less than three or four blocks away was a nice big city park, complete with a running path. Another block on and you reached a high school track. So what reason would a jogger have to run down a cul-de-sac?
Maybe she liked the houses. Maybe she had a friend in the area. But nope, there a minute later she jogged in the opposite direction, and ever so slyly, she gave my house a quick look out of the corner of her eye.
“Whoooooo,” Isaac breathed. “She’s…”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Wait’ll you meet Jenna across the street.”
Except he probably wouldn’t. Jenna and I had hooked up when we first met, a night of intense passion and lovemaking that would stick with me forever. Truth was, by the end of it, I was falling pretty hard for her, but then she admitted she didn’t see kids in her future, and that included my son. Now, everybody’s entitled to their opinion and their life. I’m not trying to deny Jenna hers. But that hurt, and we hadn’t spoken since.
Isaac and I got back to work, and about ten minutes later, I headed to my bedroom, ostensibly to use the bathroom, but really to plop down the lid of the can and sit to call Yvonne, my real estate agent and a much friendlier former hookup. She also lived on the street and mentioned wanting to set me up with a few available women around the block.
She picked up, cheery as always. “Hello, Lionel.”
“Hey. Got a question for you. My son and I were just looking out the window and I saw a brunette eyeball the place. Whole lot of curves, but short. Could that be Sarah?”
“Round beautiful face, probably in pigtails?”
I grinned. “Yep.”
“Ooh, yes, that’s her. Going to make her the next trophy on your wall?”
“Jenna told you?”
“About five minutes after you left her place. By the way, kind of a dick move.”
“It’s complicated,” I said. “I’ll tell you about it sometime.”
“Well, let’s uncomplicate it. I’m thinking a welcome to the neighborhood party for you and Isaac. I’ll get her to come. Sarah too. Then you can work towards making them come.”
I groaned. “You’re awful. But yeah, it’d be good to meet everyone.”
“Cool, I’ll set it up.”
From the direction of Isaac’s bedroom, I heard him shout, “Dad! There are two more! You gotta see them!”
“I should go.” I said to Yvonne.
“Mind if I swing by sometime?”
“Not at all.”
I hung up and hurried out of there to Isaac’s room. He was peering out the window towards the cul-de-sac and glanced ack at me only long enough to point. I didn’t know what he meant, not exactly, but I was about to get my first glimpse of the twins.
“Holy-” I muttered, leaning down to look closer.
Most the women I’d met or seen on the block were some form of busty or curvy. The twins weren’t quite so pornographically shaped, leaning more towards lithe and beautiful. But oh holy fucking hell, they were that — absolutely, jaw-droppingly beautiful. Tall and slim, in booty shorts that showed halkalı escort off their incredibly long legs. One wore a cropped top, her hair just a shade darker than her golden-haired sister. The other had a tank with a sports bra underneath. Unlike Sarah, who’d been discreet in her glance at my house, they watched the house with two sets of deep blue eyes.
They waved, and both Isaac and I raised hands in return. My son looked up at me, then back down at the street, and said, “I think I like this place.”
“Me too, buddy.”
* * *
Yvonne made good on her promise to come by the very next day. I was sipping coffee at the kitchen table, listening to Isaac talk about an upcoming field trip to a museum. He was excited because they had a big stegosaurus right in the lobby. I agreed that sounded pretty cool, and just then, the doorbell rang. It was the first time either one of us heard the chimes, and we both glanced up sharply, as though we were being attacked.
I jerked my head at the door and Isaac ran to see who it was. Yvonne’s cheerful chirp made me immediately sit up straighter.
“Hello there! You’ve gotta be Isaac, right?”
Isaac said something to the effect of, “Harrrumac? Hi. Hi. Hi, I’m… yes, I’m Isaac.”
Poor kid was going to get crushed by the girls in his school someday. Adorable. I stood up and settled my coffee cup down on the table as Yvonne gave a soft laugh.
“I’m Yvonne. I helped your dad find this place.”
“Oh,” Isaac said. Then brighter, “Oh right! He said you were really nice.”
I came into the room. Yvonne was tastefully dressed this time, unlike just about every other time when we’d met up. The skirt she wore actually came down to her knees. And here I thought maybe there was a fabric shortage when it came to her outfits.
“Aw, that’s sweet. How are you liking it here?” She glanced up at me and grinned. I thought about those lips wrapped around my cock during our week together looking at houses. Yvonne was the queen of blowjobs in my opinion. There was something about her stunning face and short blonde hair that made me shiver just thinking about it.
“It’s really big!” he said. “I’ve even got my own library.”
I added, “Just need to find him the right chair and lights.”
“Well, maybe I can help with that,” Yvonne said. “I know all the estate sales going down.”
“Is that like a garage sale?” Isaac asked. When she nodded, he grinned. “Cool. My grandma Molly loves garage sales.”
I winced, and Yvonne giggled. She patted his shoulder, and held up a bag I hadn’t paid much attention to. “I brought some donuts and turnovers. Well… a donut might have escaped into the wild on the way over, so it’s more like one donut and a couple turnovers.”
“Come on in,” I said, gesturing at the kitchen table. “Want some coffee?”
She did, and we sat and sipped while she told us about the bakery she bought the pastries from. They were fantastic, and I wrote down the place’s name on my phone.
“Maybe this weekend we’ll make a point of going around and I’ll show you the hotspots,” Yvonne said, mostly to Isaac.
He grinned. “Okay!”
“Buddy, you’d better get ready for school.”
“I know,” he said, his grin slipping into something more petulant. He listened, but didn’t give the hug that had been customary since he was a little kid. I caught his pointed glance at Yvonne and understood. Couldn’t show off any soft edges.
I walked him out the door and watched him race down the street to catch up with another kid from the block. When I turned and headed back inside, Yvonne was already shimmying out of her skirt. As I began to unbutton my shirt, I murmured, “Good thing he didn’t forget his homework or something.”
“Good thing. Now show me what you did with the bedroom.”
* * *
I’m glad it was playful Yvonne who broke in that bed with me. When I had her down to her satin panties and bra, she jumped on it and gave it a good bounce test. I hurried down my pants and skivvies, and she flopped over onto her back.
“Mm, how can your real estate agent help you today, sir?” she asked, putting a hard emphasis on sir.
“I have to be to work in twenty minutes, so scoot on over, let me lay down, and ride my face until you’ve come,” I said.
“I do love it when you get bossy,” she said, sitting up to do just that and tug her panties off.
But my favorite blonde on the block (at least so far) had another idea, and instead of me just worshipping at her temple, she spun so she was facing my rising cock. Ladies and gentlemen, I propose that we make the morning sixty-nine as regular a think as mimosas, because it is the tastiest, most pleasurable way to start any day.
I loved eating Yvonne out. She wasn’t shy about what she liked, and she got really into it, wiggling her hips down onto my lips as she cupped her breasts still in her bra, teasing her nipples through the fabric.
“Fuck, I missed your tongue,” she sighed as I began to lick her.
“Missed şişli escort my pussy,” I mumbled against her.
She leaned down and gripped my cock with both hands. “Your pussy?” she teased.
I slapped her ass. “Mine.”
“Guess you’ll have to convince me.”
And with that, there was no more talking for a while. She gripped my base and sucked my first few inches. It wasn’t just about the precise strokes of her tongue or the way she sucked me, but the sounds of her slurps and smacks. My tension over my argument with Jenna faded to background noise then disappeared altogether as Yvonne effortlessly drew me in with her pure, fun sexuality.
The clock was ticking down though, and I intended on making her come. I gripped her ass with one hand and slid my fingers through her cleft with the other. She moaned around my cock when I teased her bud, and shivered hard when I slipped the tip of a finger in. With my tongue buried in her pussy, she started rocking back and forth on my face, her need growing and growing. Good.
But Yvonne had her own secret weapons. She slid one hand down to one of my balls and cupped it before coming up off my cock completely. Her hand fell away and was replaced with her tongue. The sensation drove me wild, and she capped it off by sucking the whole ball into her mouth, tonguing it fast and hard before swooping back up the sensitive tip of my cock. She only sucked the first half inch or so, rocking up and down with it between her lips. It was her hands that did the work for her, jacking me hard, teasing my underside.
We were both racing towards our climaxes. There would be no stopping, not even if I was going to be late. Yvonne whimpered around my cock and I grinned to myself. I won.
She lifted off me with a gasp and cried out, “Oh fuck, lick me, lick me, I’m right there…”
Her hips squeezed my head tight as she drove her pussy down onto my lips. My finger continued teasing her bud as I licked and sucked at her sweet, ready pussy. Her grinding stopped and she jumped, once, twice, and gasped, “Oh fuck, coming!”
She gushed all over my face, and though I was desperately on the clock now, I licked it all up, as much as I could take. Her mouth returned to me, fervently sucking me down, greedy for my come. She twisted off me, her body still rocking as she sucked and worked my cock. She watched me, those sexy eyes holding me captive as she swept aside her blonde bob so I could see her lips rise and fall, her tongue glisten against my cock. When her hands returned to me, I was ready, and I propped myself up on my elbows.
“Yvonne,” I warned.
“On my tits,” she said around me.
I nodded and she hurried off me, still working my cock with both hands. She aimed my cock at her breasts and I came with a grunt, streaking her chest and her stomach. She grinned up at me.
“So… little welcoming party Saturday?”
“Perfect,” I said, and fell backwards, chuckling to myself.
“What?” she asked as she stood up.
“I know who has a crush on you.”
“Who?” she asked me, mystified.
“Mm mm. Not going to spoil it.”
“Wait. Is it Jenna?” When I propped myself up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, she swatted my chest. “Nuh uh.”
“Yup. She mentioned you two got up to some hot stuff in her pool, both of you fucking your ex’s. And she wants to make it more of a, hmmm, one-on-one thing. Or a threesome. But she’s definitely into you.”
“I had hoped, but…” She shook her head, amazed. “You are really going to fit in well around here.”
I headed for my bathroom to wash off fast, and said over my shoulder, “Shower?”
“No, that’s why I wanted you to come on my tits. No time to even touch up my makeup. Got a showing soon.”
She went silent, and as I started up the shower, I thought she left. But after a minute, she called again, “You’re serious? About Jenna?”
“Yeah. We ended things badly but she told me flat out in the middle of it she was very bi-curious about you.”
“I’ll be damned,” she said. I don’t think she meant for me to hear it, and I grinned.
* * *
I dreamed about the party, that it was going to take place in the city park a few blocks away in the middle of a scorching hot day. Twenty, thirty strangers waited for me, faceless mostly, though Yvonne and Jenna swirled through them on occasion. I dreamed that I was sitting down, and I wasn’t alone. Morgan held my hand to her swelling stomach. It was not some future child of mine she was going to give birth to, but Isaac. Tina was nothing but a flicker of a memory. An odd footnote I forced myself not to remember.
I wanted that moment. I wanted it to be real badly enough that when I woke, I blinked up at the ceiling and moaned, “No. No no no, let me go back, let her be it.”
But Morgan wasn’t Isaac’s mother, and she certainly wasn’t my lover. Still, in the dark, I fumbled for my phone, wanting to call her, wanting her so badly I shook sarıyer escort with it, my cock hard enough to hurt. Two thirty in the morning there, far too early to call her. I fell back against the pillow, knowing sleep wasn’t coming for a long time. I scrolled through the images on my phone, and found one from last year. Morgan, resting on our couch, knees tucked up underneath her, smiling faintly at the camera, a lock of her reddish-brown hair twined in her fingers. There was nothing sexual about the image, nothing at all, but I focused on that smile as I jacked my cock, and within a minute, I came so hard a shot hit my chest.
The phone dropped beside me and I closed my eyes again, so confused, so goddamned alone.
* * *
Yvonne and I may not have been a couple, but damned if she wasn’t fun to be around. We started that Saturday with her popping over early again, a stack of newspapers and a notepad in hand. While I made a big country breakfast, she and Isaac pored over online garage and estate sale listings. She knew all the roads of not just Agramonte but the various suburbs and safer areas of the city. By the time we were pushing away our plates, she had the perfect route made out.
Isaac had to run upstairs to grab his shoes, and asked if I could come with him. I thought that was bizarre, but agreed and told Yvonne I’d be just a minute. Up in his room, while Isaac tugged on his shoes, he studied his laces very carefully and asked, “Dad. Are you and Yvonne, um, dating?”
“Hm.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that, so I sat on his bed and rubbed his back. “No. Not exactly. But she’s a very fun lady and I’m hoping to be close to her.”
“Oh. I like her.”
“Me too.”
He turned and grinned. “But I like that bouncy woman too.”
I roared with laughter, and hugged him tight. When I’d finally come down from it, I kissed the top of his head and rubbed his shoulder. “Isaac, you should know I am trying to get out there and date. There may be some women coming around. It’s important to me you try and be nice to them, but if any of them ever make you uncomfortable, you can always come to me. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said. “Do you think Mom is dating someone too?”
Thinking about that guy with Tina on her social media pages, I summoned up the most natural smile I could muster. “I do. And if she is, I hope he’s someone who really makes her happy.”
“Me too,” he said, but his eyes seemed troubled, mirroring the conflict in my own soul. Nothing for it but time, I thought.
We came downstairs, and Yvonne was inspecting some of Isaac’s trophies up on a shelf. She turned and grinned. “A two hundred game?”
Isaac nodded enthusiastically. “It’s the best I ever bowled, and it was, like, our league division game.”
“You know, there’s a kids’ bowling league at a place, oh gosh, seven or eight blocks from here. I don’t know when they start, but hey, in the meantime, if you ever want to bowl with someone who thinks a one hundred game is pretty good…”
“Okay!” Isaac said. “That’d be fun. Right, Dad?” He gave me a meaningful look, and I grinned. My boy was going to be one hell of a wingman someday.
“It would,” I said. Yvonne winked at me over his head.
We brought home a haul by noon. Two like-new wide bookshelves for Isaac’s reading room, a drafting table for my office, and a recliner we intended on going into the reading room but which looked right at home with the rest of our furniture in the living room. Despite being made for a big man, that was going to become Isaac’s favorite chair, and the minute we had it in just the right spot, he flopped on it and kicked the legs out.
“You look like an old man after a long day at work,” I said, pulling my phone out to take a picture. Yvonne giggled.
“So old, got ter get up at seven and pour that concrete,” Isaac said, sticking his thumbs into his waistband like I had a tendency to do.
“I sound nothing like that.”
“The resemblance is uncanny,” Yvonne said.
Isaac eventually hopped up and ran upstairs to change into a pair of swimming trunks. The house hosting our welcoming party had a pool, and he loved to swim, thanks mostly to Morgan. The thought of her brought back my powerful dream from the night before, and I nearly fell back into a gray fugue. But soon we were rolling back out into the blisteringly hot day again and walking towards the Ayer home, soon to be one of my favorite places on the block.
Only a block and a half away, the house was a big old Colonial, one I’d admired on my way to and from work for the gorgeous windows and simple aesthetic. A short wood fence stretched around the sides and back, bolstered by well-trimmed hedges that gave the backyard a good deal of privacy. Only a few cars were parked out front, and I figured that meant not a lot of people came, but like us, most people walked. When Yvonne led us through the side gate, probably twenty or so men, women, and kids stood around, splashed in a pool, or sat at a big patio set under a wide awning.
“Hey, they’re here!” someone called, and a general round of cheers and hellos rang out.
Isaac took everybody in and grinned, but stepped closer to me, a little nervous. I rested a hand on his shoulder and waved with the other. “Hey, hi, thanks for the warm welcome.”
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