Mel was wandering around the front parlor of the very large, Victorian style house that morning, picking up odds and ends that had been scattered and left behind by her 'boys.' She had had a movie night last evening, inviting them all down to watch a movie she had rented, providing popcorn and soda for everyone.  She saw that they had left behind them several very large textbooks, note pads, and two 5# barbells.  What an assortment of boys she had this year. 

Mel had inherited this "white elephant" of a house from her aunt 10 years earlier.  She had moved from the city of Chicago, at the age of 28, where she had been making a good career for herself in the publishing world.  She had been working for a large publishing house, mostly proofing books that were too boring for anyone else to stand too proofread.  But the job paid her bills allowed her to buy a modest condominium, near the water, and take one vacation so far, since starting there.  She was happy, working, seeing her friends, fooling around with her computer, and playing with her cats.  She had had one unhappy affair, which lasted about… oh, three days, and had decided that her heart could do without that kind of unhappiness ever again.

She had considered just telling the lawyer who contacted her to just sell the house, but something had stopped her.  And so, she had found herself taking her three weeks of vacation, and heading to the small town in California where her aunt had lived.  She had gone to the lawyer's office first, and then he had driven her to the house.  Her first impression was one of a long forgotten era of elegance, and taste, when she saw the pale mauve colored house, with its abundance of 'ginger bread' style trimmings in white.  There were several large trees in the front yard, and there were white wicker chairs on the spacious wrap around front porch.  The lawyer had been explaining to her that her aunt had run a very lucrative 'boarding' house for college students.  And they were still in residence there, and had agreed to care for the house until the new owner could make a decision.  Melissande never would have thought it possible, but she fell in love with that big old house at first glance.  She knew she had come 'home' to stay.

It hadn't taken long for her to make her final move back to the picturesque college town.  She had happily quit her job, without notice, arranged to have her condo sold, packed what belongings she would keep, and head west with her two cats, Biscuit and Lover, in their carriers on the front seat beside her.  She had used some of the money from the sale of the condominium to make some improvements over the summer, when she was down to just two residents, over the long summer break.  She had added a bathroom for each two rooms, and made some extensive renovations and improvements to her aunt's master bedroom and bath.  She had had the house repainted very cheaply by her two residents, and when the fall semester rolled around, she happily welcomed 4 new tenants into the spacious, gracious Victorian mansion.

She made friends slowly, and carefully.  And soon became very popular both in the town, and on the campus.  She had decided to stick with her aunt's rule to rent only to male students.  And as the years passed, she never had any trouble renting her rooms, and often had many disappointed young men, who insisted that she start a waiting list for the next year, just in case someone graduated, or flunked out.  But none of her 'boys' ever flunked out.  She provided one meal a day, breakfast.  As her aunt had told the boys, they needed a good, fresh start to face a hard day of learning and studying.  And Mel had seen no reason to tamper with a working system.  She now had four cats, instead of two though.  A few years after moving in, Biscuit, the older cat had died suddenly, and when she saw how all of the boys, as well as she and Lover, had grieved for the sweet cat, she had ended getting a kitten.  And then another, and then another.  She now had one cat ruling each floor in her house.  Lover, being the oldest, had reign over her bedroom, and her very plush feather bed, with its downy thick comforter on it.

In the basement, where Scamper lived, with her roommates, was Dean, 22, and a senior, majoring in Electrical Engineering.  And the other room was occupied by Frankie, 20 years old and majoring in Microbiology. On the first floor, ruled by the imperious Siamese cat known as Duke, also lived Mike.  Mike had been there the longest, working on his doctoral degree now in Information systems, and he had just turned 25 at the beginning of the semester.  Duke was rarely seen, usually asleep on Mike's bed in the back bedroom.  On the third floor was a dormer room, that really consisted of half of the top floor, and Billy, 21, who liked the quiet since he was majoring in Physics, and seemed to be studying nearly all the time anymore, occupied that room, along with Patches, a calico kitten.  And on the second floor where Mels' rooms were, there were also two other rooms for rent.  Those two rooms were occupied by Joe, 22 and majoring in Physical Education, and the newest addition to the house, Timmy, 18, and still considering his decision to major in Architecture.  

Timmy was a problem she was having to deal with this semester.  She usually didn't take in freshman, but this year, she had had to go east for a funeral, the week before school started.  And at the last minute, one of her regulars from the previous year had gotten married, and that had left a vacancy on her floor.  She had left it to the boys to screen applicants, and find someone, from the many letters she had received and the waiting list from the previous year.  Well, she had returned and learned that Mike's dad, whom she had met many times over the years, had had a friend who's son was attending the college this year. And since the boy's dad was worried about him leaving home for the first time, he had asked Mike to keep an eye out for him.  So, Mike had thought an easy answer to everyone's problem was to get him here, where it would be easy to 'sort of ' watch over him, and still go on with his normal life.

She had returned home in the afternoon, and expected to find the house empty.  But she had not.  Lying on her parlor sofa was a young, rather thin, blond-haired young man, with a cool cloth covering his eyes and forehead.  She had had a distinct sense of foreboding in that instant, but there was nothing she could do about it.  At least, not once he heard her and sat up hurriedly.  He had big blue eyes in a too thin face, and reminded her of a lost puppy.  Her mothering instincts had come screaming to the forefront, telling her this boy needed taking care of. 

She had quickly introduced herself to the stunned young man and learned he was her new tenant, Timmy Hart. He had stayed home from classes, not feeling well that day.  He was having trouble, she could see right off, adjusting to being away from home, and having someone there to see to all his childhood needs.  This child was not ready to leave home, and she had had felt some anger at his parents for sending him away to school.  She had soon learned that there was only his father though, and he was a very wealthy architect in San Francisco.  And that explained his lackluster attitude towards his chosen major, which she had discerned as the weeks passed. 

But the main problem had been because she had not been there to meet him initially.  That is when she sat each young man down and explained the 'house rules.'  They were simple, and easy to follow.  Primarily it was that each young man was responsible for his own room, laundry, and the other two meals each day.  Girl friends were welcomed to visit, but absolutely no one stayed over night. And lastly, and most important, that she, had no interest in them as potential 'boy friends' her self.  She had had to add the last rule to her aunt's list because at the age of 27, and even more so now at 37, she was a very attractive woman.  And to young men, away from home, she knew she could be inviting trouble.  So this was her firmest rule of all. 

But poor Timmy's first glimpse of her had been of her standing in the door, wearing a thin cotton dress, backlit by the afternoon sun, and there had been a golden halo around her head.  Her curvaceous body had been quite obvious under her totally sedate cotton dress and to this lonely young man… And coupled with her kindness, and willingness to listen to him, it had been all too easy for him to develop an incredible crush on her. He thought he carefully hid his feelings from her, but the others noticed that he gave her longing looks, and trailed after her whenever possible.  Soon, every letter home contained rhapsodies about the beautiful Melissande that he had met.  He told his father that she had captured his heart, his soul, his mind. 

At first, John Hart, successful head of one of the largest architectural firm in San Francisco, and only 45 years old, had laughed it off to first love, puppy love, loneliness, etc. It had been hard for him to let his only son leave home and go to school 100 miles away.  He had pushed though for his son to go here when it became obvious that Timmy really needed to leave home to grow up.  He had gone to school there, and he had made many endowments over the years.  Therefore, it had not been hard to get Timmy accepted into the school.  And he knew that his good friend, Tom Wilson's son Mike was going there also.  John, known as Jack to his friends, had thought that it was good for his son to experience young love.  It would help him develop.  He had never had a steady girl all through high school.

Jack had even wondered how it had been for his son to make love for the first time.  He had imagined that a young girl with a name like Melissande, especially the way his son talked about her, had probably been as naïve and inexperienced as Tim was.  Jack had hoped they hadn't botched it up too bad the first few times and he had also been glad that he had bought Tim a box of condoms before he left for school.  He had smiled when he remembered how brightly red his son had turned when he saw what was in the box. But the last thing Jack wanted was for his son to 'have' to get married.  That is what had happened to Tim's mother and himself 19 years earlier. And his son had a very bright future ahead of him.  He wouldn't have to struggle through school, working to pay bills to support a baby, and take classes, in between finding and paying for sitters for the baby. Tim's mother had died shortly after he was born, some very rare complication, that no one could have foreseen or predicted the doctor's had said.  And Jack had found himself alone, at 24, in grad school, and with a baby to support and raise.

It was the last Friday in October, and homecoming weekend was this weekend.  He had planned on leaving tomorrow morning and driving up to see Tim.  It had been damned hard not to go sooner, but he knew the boy needed to grow up, no matter how hard this was on both of them.  And so it was that he and several friends, including Tom Wilson, were having a drink after their round of golf, and discussing homecoming weekend.  The other two men had daughters that were away at school also, one on the East Coast and another right there in town.  And it was quite casual when Tom asked him finally, how he felt about the crush Timmy had developed for Mel.

Jack had laughed and said that all young men had had to have a first love, and that he sent him away well prepared for any sexual encounters he might have.  He had wondered at Tom's choking over his drink.  But he went on to say that all Tim had talked about for the last two month's was Melissande this or that, and how beautiful she was, it had been natural to assume that the kids had had sex, he thought.  Tom had leaned forward in his chair, looking at Jack rather surprised.

"You mean that Tim said he was having sex with Mel?"

Jack had laughed, shaking his head.  "No, but I assumed, from the way he went on, and the things he said…" He stopped talking as he saw the peculiar look in his friend's eyes. "Come on Tom.  You are no prude.  What is wrong with two kids having safe sex?  I know for a fact that you and Carol did it.  Shoot, you were married when you were still a freshman at school, and with Mike on the way."

Tom shook his head. "Mel is no kid, Jack.  Mel is their landlady.  She is 35 or 36 I think.  Mike wasn't sure how old she is." 

Jack's chair fell back onto the floor as he jumped up from the table.  "Thirty-five!  Landlady!"

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Less than an hour later, Jack was on the road north towards the college, driving at a steady 10 miles over the speed limit.  His black Porsche ate up the miles easily between the two cities.  It was early afternoon when he pulled his car up in front of the large Victorian house.  It was the second time he had seen the house in as many months.  But when he had been a student here, the landlady had been a sweet woman in her late forties or early fifties, and already turning gray. He had just assumed she still owned the house when he had seen the house, and learned that Mike had arranged for his son to live here.  He had felt quite reassured to have him here.

Jack got out of the car, giving the door a very unnecessary slam.  He had dressed casually for the drive, but his clothes still screamed money, style, and affluence, from his suede jacket, down to his leather loafers. He ran a hand through his graying blond hair wondering whether to go banging on the front door, claiming statutory rape.  He wondered if he could have the woman charged with corruption of a minor, even though Timmy was 18.  And then he heard music coming from around the back of the house.  As he walked over the green grass, dodging flowerbeds, the music got louder and he could tell it was the "Beach Boys" playing on the radio.  And then he saw a very curvacious bottom, sticking up in the air, and clad in a tight, very short pair of cut-off jeans.  She was obviously trying to reach something under the far fence.  He then noticed that all around her were cats.

Jack found himself getting hard, watching that curvy bottom swinging to and fro to the music as she concentrated on what she was doing.  She had the perfect kind of ass, he thought to himself.  The kind that was 'heart-shaped' and his hands would just perfectly cup each cheek.  He could almost feel his fingers curling around the tempting flesh, even as he formed the thoughts in his head. His palms itched to ease down and cup those rounded cheeks, the bottoms of which were peaking out from the lower edge of the jeans pants legs, or what was left of the legs. He was tempted to speak, but decided to wait another minute or so to see if she stopped what she was doing and turned around. And then, he heard her say  'ah-hah' and lean back onto her heels.  He couldn't see her face, but it looked like she was holding something in her arms.  Her hair was a golden, strawberry blond shade, and was a mass of wild curls, caught up high on her head by a blue bandanna.  He cleared his throat to make his presence known.

Mel shrieked at hearing a sound behind her.  She spun on her knees, clutching the tiny calico kitten in her arms.  Behind her she saw a tall, very tall, broad shouldered, deep chested, incredibly imposing figure of a man.  He had gray-blond hair, and while he was not model handsome, he had a rugged, attractive face.  His eyes were a light blue, in a tanned face, with laugh lines, and a few wrinkles to add to his overall very masculine appeal.  She struggled to her feet, kitten still in her arms.

"Hello.  Can I help you?" she asked.  He didn't look like a mass murderer, or a rapist, and even if he was, she doubted old Mrs. Harris next door, nor even older Charlie Winston across the street, would hear her if she screamed.

Jack nodded and held his hand out.  "I'm Jack Hart.  I am looking for my son Tim.  Do you work here?"

Mel looked at the man she had heard so much about over the last two months.  He didn't look at all like she had imagined, as Tim had talked about his dad.  She was feeling more than a little overwhelmed by his masculinity.  She could feel her nipples beading up under her old, thin, white T-shirt.  Knowing she was alone for most of the day, she had gone out to garden in just her T-shirt, jeans, forsaking her bra and panties for comfort and coolness.  She knew her breasts were pressing boldly against the thin shirt, and if she looked down, she knew that her nipples would be quite obviously hard and puckered up blatantly.  She was very aware that her breasts were large enough that she needed to wear a bra, but she really hated wearing them.  She went to offer her hand in return, then saw how dirty it was. She shrugged, and went back to holding and petting the mewing kitten, trying to soothe it. 

"You are early, if you are here for homecoming.  Most of the parents usually don't come till tomorrow.  I hope you have a hotel room reserved, cause they are usually all booked up long before now.  Why don't you come on in though?  You can wait in the parlor.  I think Tim usually gets home around 3:30 on Fridays."  She turned, expecting him to follow across the yard and up the back steps. 

All the way across the yard, Jack watched the sweet, and gentle swaying hips in front of him.  He had seen her unbound breasts, and noticed how full they were, and her hard nipples, as she had held the kitten pressed between them.  He wondered if this curvaceous woman might be up for a little weekend … and then, he reminded himself just why he was there this weekend.  He was here to either move his son out of this house, or set this manipulative landlady straight about his son.  He had speculated that perhaps she had recognized the Hart name, or perhaps Tim had told her, and she had seen dollar signs when she looked at the naïve young man. Maybe she had thought she could get the young man so infatuated with her that he would offer her marriage, and then his father would offer her a vast sum of money to leave the boy alone.  He had decided in the car that he would start by offering her ten thousand to kick her son out of her life.  He would easily go higher if he had to, but no need to show his cards right in the beginning he had thought.

Mel had crossed the spotless 'mud room' into the pristine kitchen.  He watched as she busied herself getting a saucer and then filling it with milk.  The other cats were circling her legs like the Indians circling a wagon train.  But she outsmarted them by setting the saucer and the kitten on the counter, a place they were forbidden to go.  She then turned to Jack Hart, one hand slowly stroking the furry back of the kitten, as she eagerly lapped up the milk. 

"Would you like something to drink, Mr. Hart?  I don't have any coffee made, but I've got lots of soda."

Jack nodded his head, saying that would be nice, and asking her to call him Jack.  "But you haven't told me your name yet?"  He prodded her as he reached out to accept the icy drink she had taken from the fridge.  He popped the tab and took a long swallow of the cold cola. Her next words had him choking on the drink.

"I'm Melissande Love, but everyone calls me Mel."

Mel watched as the friendly expression died from his blue eyes.  His face seemed to get harder as she watched.  She took a step back from him, tripping over the cats.  Jack's strong hands came out though and caught her upper arms, pulling her upright, and close to his body.  She could feel his heat instantly seeping into her body. She felt her breasts swell at the contact, and her nipples seem to get even harder, and tighter.  She looked up at him, wondering why he had looked at her with so much coldness, almost hate, in his face.  He released her suddenly though, stepping back from her as soon as she was secure on her feet again.

Jack's voice was cold and harsh.  "Stay away from son. I'm willing to give you ten thousand to kick him out of the house today."

He watched the confusion that filled her face at his words. He had to steel himself inside, to not be taken in by her, he reminded himself.  But he also had felt an incredible rush of arousal when he had held her soft body pressed to his just a few minutes earlier.  He had wanted to pull her closer, to cover her soft cherry red lips with his mouth, and kiss her hard.  He had wanted to suck her tongue, bite those delectable lips.  His hands had ached to fill themselves with her large, round breasts.  He wanted to roll her nipples around with his fingers, and pluck at them to make them even harder, and tighter.  And then he would pull her shirt up, over her head.  He would lift her to sit on the counter and bury his heads between those round, fleshy globes of desire.  He would press his hard, hot sex to her softness as he stood between her widespread thighs, and begin sucking on those sweet pink nipples.  He wanted them wet, and long from his sucking mouth.  He wanted her squirming, and crying out in desire on the counter.  And then…

He suddenly remembered who she was, and who he was.  Mel was still looking at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about.  She finally found her tongue and said, "Are you crazy?  What are you talking about?  What do you mean leave Timmy alone?  He is just a tenant here, just like the other boys."

"I don't believe you. I have read how Tim has written all about you.  He is in love with you.  I have read it in his letters."  Jack paused, his fists balling in rage, and jealousy at his sides.  "Have you slept with my son?"  He surprised them both with those words.  He wanted to know now for more reasons than just protecting his son.  He had never felt such a strong sexual attraction for a woman, so why this woman, and why now, damn it?

Mel surprised them both. Her hand swung and slapped him hard on his cheek.  She gasped in surprise at her action.  Good Lord! She had never hit anyone before, in her life.  What was wrong with her? 

In the silence that slowly filled the room, she watched the red patch coming up on his one cheek, while he continued to glare back at her.  Finally, Mel took a deep breath.

"I don't know how the heck you came up with that silly idea, Mr. Hart.  But I have never been involved with any of my tenants, and I never will.  That is a cardinal rule that I made within myself, when I decided to take over my aunt's boarding house.  And besides, most of them are still children, in my eyes anyway, even if they do tend to see themselves as fully grown men." She turned away from the overwhelmingly attractive man.  She could feel his sexuality drawing her nearer to him each moment they were in the same room.  She moved back and started stroking the kitten, which had been looking a bit unnerved by all the yelling.  "Where in the world did you ever get such a stupid idea?"

Jack was bristling at first being called silly, and now stupid.  She had struck him, was calling him names, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could remain a gentleman.  Jack shoved his fisted hands into his pants pockets.  "From Tim's letters.  All he has been doing for the past two months is raving about some girl called 'Melissande' whom I assumed was a student, like he was.  And then, this morning, I learn from Tom Wilson, that the girl I thought my son was in love with was none other than a much older woman, and his landlady at that."

Mel turned angrily at being called a 'much older' woman.  "I am not now, nor have I ever been involved with your son, Mr. Hart. Although, I do admit that I had begun to suspect that Timmy was developing a crush on me, I assumed he would soon grow out of it.  I have never given him the slightest bit of encouragement.  I don't even know how in the world this happened in the first place."

Jack crossed his arms across his broad chest, leaning back against her lower cabinets. "Haven't you looked in a mirror lately, Miss Love?  I am surprised that you haven't had numerous such incidents."  He paused as he enjoyed the bright flush of embarrassment that rose up her cheeks.  "But what I am more interested in, is just what you are going to do about it?"

"Do about it? Do about what?  Timmy will get over this soon enough.  Didn't you ever have a crush on someone?  We all do at some point, and we get over it, we move on."

They both stopped as they heard a rushing of feet coming through the house.  A second later the swing door of the kitchen burst open, and there stood Tim, flushed and smiling.  He had rushed home, knowing that if he hurried, he would have at least an hour alone with Mel, before the others started arriving home.  He had not noticed the black car out front; he had been in such a hurry.  He saw only Mel at first and then when he saw the tense look on her face he turned slowly.  The color drained from his slender face as he saw the tall, imposing figure of his father standing there. Neither father nor son said anything for several long moments. 

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Finally, Mel could stand it no longer.  She picked up the mewing kitten, which was mewing because of the loss of the milk, and smiled brightly.

"Look, Tim, your dad came up early.  Isn't that great?  Now you two can have some extra time together."

Tim looked nervously at his father.  He hadn't really thought about all the things he had been writing home about to his father.  He had wanted his dad to think he had met a girl and that he was 'seeing her' regularly.  He knew how much his dad had worried about him going away to college.  And he had let his emotions for Mel carry him away in his letters sometimes.  He nervously held his hand out to his dad, but his dad brushed his hand aside, and drew him close to hug him.

Jack's voice was hoarse with emotion as he hugged his only son.  "It's great to see you, Tim.  I must say, you are looking good."

Tim flushed brighter still. He was getting worried about what his dad might have said to Mel.  He didn't want her knowing about what he had written in his letters.  The other guys had made him aware of her policy when he moved in.  But then he had seen her, and her beauty, compounded by her kindness to him, her willingness to listen to him whenever he came around, had been just what his homesick, lonely heart had needed. 

Mel was suddenly aware that Tim was home earlier than usual, and she began to think back on other times he seemed to always be around when the others weren't.  She had been blind she realized, not seeing all the times she and Tim had been alone, having time to talk about Tim's classes, his life at home, his plans for his future.  Yes, she had been guilty she realized, of not being more aware of Tim's feelings.  She had enjoyed having someone to talk to also. Feeling that guilt, she hurriedly spoke.

"I have a great idea. Why don't you and your dad go out somewhere nice for dinner tonight?  I'm sure you two have tons of stuff to catch up on."

Both men turned to look at her as she spoke quickly.  Tim turned to his dad.

"You weren't coming till tomorrow though.  Where are you gonna stay, Dad?  I didn't think you booked a hotel room."

In his rush, Jack, for the first time, in a very long time, had not considered all the details before rushing up here today.  He wasn't going to have anywhere to stay tonight.  And he didn't want to drive back to San Francisco tonight.  But he also knew that with homecoming, there probably weren't any empty rooms in the whole town.

Mel saw the question on his face, even before he voiced it.  No, she told herself, Jack Hart wasnot going to sleep under her roof, not after he had insulted her in the way that he had.  But in the next instant, Mel heard her own voice in the silence that had followed Tim's question.

"You can stay here, if you want.  You could have my room, and I'll use this pullout sofa bed I have downstairs, in the front parlor.  Then you can have more time with your son that way."  She told her inner self to shut up; she was doing this just to be nice to Tim, so he could have this time with his father.  And maybe he would feel more confident, and begin to see that he really didn't have a crush on her after all.

Tim looked at her with dismay on his face.  He wasn't sure he wanted his dad under the same roof with Mel.  He had seen the way that women had always fawned over his father, all his life.  Not that his dad had had a never-ending parade of women, it was just that it had been obvious to him from an early age, that his dad was a 'sure' success with most women.  And he knew very well how pretty Mel was. 

Jack spoke, thanking Mel. "But let me take the pullout, I hate the thought of putting you out of your own bed."  He also had a feeling that sleeping in this woman's bed would entail a lot of dreams that would be far more erotic than any he had had in a long time, and that he probably would get very little sleep.

Mel shook her head. "No, it really will be better this way.  The pullout is a tiny little thing, and to be honest, you would never fit on it.  I have a king-size bed, so you will be much more comfortable up there.  I know," she handed the kitten to Tim.  "You two sit down here, and have something to drink, and I'll just run up and change the sheets, and tidy up."  And before either man could argue further, she darted out of the kitchen.

Tim looked nervously at his father after Mel had left the kitchen.  He had a feeling that his dad's coming early had more to do with his wanting to get to the bottom of all the stuff he had written in his letters, than in just seeing his son for a longer period of time.  He moved over and sat at the table. 

"I'm surprised to see you here today, Dad.  What made you decide to come up today instead of tomorrow?  The last you said was that you were just coming for the day…"

Jack moved over and sat opposite his son.  At times it was hard for him to believe that his son was 18 years old, and that he was turning into a young man.   The father part of him wanted him to stay a little boy at times.  He had never been one to beat about the bush, so he just came right out with it.

"Your letters led me to believe that 'Melissande' was a girl your own age, Tim.  I had no idea you referring to your 'landlady' in your letters.  It sounded like you and she…" Jack stopped not wanting to voice his concerns out loud. 

Tim flushed brightly. "Dad!" 

Just then, they both heard Mel's voice calling from upstairs for them to fetch his dad's bag, and he could show him the way up.  Jack stood and tossed his keys to his son, telling him to grab his bag from the trunk and he would go on upstairs.  Tim frowned at him, but went off like a dutiful son.  Jack headed upstairs, and easily found his way to Mel's bedroom. As he walked into the beautifully feminine, Victorian-styled room, she was bent over the bed, straightening the coverlet.  She gave him a very enticing view of long legs, and pert behind as she bent over even further to smooth out a wrinkle on the far side.  In spite of knowing better, he walked up behind her, and stood very close to her. 

"Can I help?" He asked softly.

Mel jerked back and fell against Jack's tall, hard body.  His arms naturally curled around her waist, holding her even closer.  For a very long moment, he just held her, and she let him.  Jack could feel her soft, deliciously round ass pressing against his hardening manhood, and his arms, curled at her waist, felt the weight from her unbound, full breasts.  And Mel didn't try and move away, or protest.  She just stood there and felt the heat of his body seep into hers.  Finally, his arms loosened, and his hands resting on her waist, tightened and then slid upwards a bit, stopping just below her full, unfettered breasts.  She moved a bit and she felt his hard arousal, pressing against her rounded bottom. She knew better, once again, but she couldn't prevent her bottom from moving a second, then third time, pressing back against his arousal, and then wiggling to the left and then the right. He groaned and his hands tightened to pull her closer.  Oh yes, she wanted him just as he wanted her.  And then, on the stairs, they heard Tim coming with his dad's bags.

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Mel broke away from his grasp and scooted over to the far side of the bed.  She knew her cheeks were brightly flushed, and she busied herself with fluffing the far pillows.  She told Tim to set his dad's bag on the bed so he could unpack his things so they would not wrinkle.  She pointed to the closet, and said that she had made a space there for a few things already. 

Jack found himself staring at her flushed face, mostly to keep his eyes off her hard nipples that were straining against the thin material of her T-shirt.  He had been sorely tempted to not slide his hands that last inch upwards and cup those full breasts of hers. He had ached with the need to feel those soft, full breasts in his hands.  He wanted to squeeze them, massage her breasts till she moaned loudly in desire.  And then he would pluck at her turgid nipples, until she squirmed, crying out softly that she wanted him to suck her nipples.  He imagined himself suckling at those large breasts, pulling each nipple into the wet, hot suction of his mouth.  He would suck her until she pleaded for release.  And when he finally would let loose of her nipple, the sound would be a wet, plopping sound, as it left the haven his hot mouth had provided her aroused flesh.  And finally, he would slide his hand down over her rounded belly, and he would feel the wetness on her jeans, covering her sweet crotch. Jack wanted her. He turned to Tim, and saw that his son was also staring at Mel, and he decided that he needed to get his son's attention off the older woman.  If he could see her breasts, and aroused nipples, he was sure that Tim would see them also.  He felt a surge of jealousy at that thought, and was tempted to pull the coverlet from the bed, and toss it across Mel's chest!

"Thank you, Ms. Love. I almost feel like I'm moving in with you."  He knew that he was being outlandish with that statement, but he also wanted to see how she reacted.

Tim shouted at his dad, and he blushed brightly, partly in embarrassment, and also in anger.  He was feeling possessive of Mel, and more than a bit jealous. Tim didn't want to admit that he had had some wild imaginings himself about Mel. He hadn't really gone too far with thoughts of that kind, but her kindness to him, had had him imagining her holding him, comforting him. 

Mel blushed a bit herself, but was mostly surprised at how warm his words had made her feel.  She had wondered how she would feel if he really were moving in and going to share that big bed with her, tonight.  She decided though that she had better get out of there now, and leave father and son alone.  She suggested that Jack unpack, and then Tim could show his dad his room, and then around the house.  She quickly escaped back downstairs before either man could protest.

Mel was sitting alone in the dark parlor, much later that night.  Tim and his dad had gone out for dinner, and then the other boys had dragged a resistant Tim off to a late night party at one of the frat houses.  Jack had retired to her room a short time ago. Mel was dressed in her nightgown, and had pulled out the bed and settled her sheets, pillows and blankets on the bed. She was just too darn restless, that was the problem.  She just couldn't forget the feelings she had experienced earlier in Jack's arms. She hadn't felt like that in a long time, if ever.  This man was making her feel things she didn't want to acknowledge, or feel, to be perfectly honest.  She had her nice, quiet life.  And she had decided that was all she needed to be happy.  She hadn't planned on feeling such a fire leaping along her veins, her nerves, setting her body aflame.

When they had been alone in the bedroom, earlier, with his arms around her.  She had imagined his hands moving from her waist, cupping her breasts, stroking her, caressing her softness.  She had wondered how it would feel to have his mouth kiss hers… how it would feel to have his mouth on her breasts, suckling her nipples like he was seeking his life-giving sustenance from her breasts.  Just remembering it all now, had her nipples hard all over again, and she could feel the wetness forming on her pussy lips, her upper thighs. She had even wondered what he would say when he had finally reached down, to touch her mound, and discovered…

A sound at the partially opened door drew her attention.  She had the stereo playing softly in the room, a soft, sexy jazz CD she had picked up a while back.  Jack was standing in the doorway.  She could see he was wearing a silky robe over a pair of pajama bottoms, and slippers. He gave a little smile when she saw him.

He took a few steps inside the room.  "I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I was still awake and I heard the music. I'm a jazz music fan myself. Isn't that Wynton Marsalis?"

Mel nodded and surprised herself yet again, when she then heard her voice inviting him to come in and listen if he wanted.  She wasn't all that tired herself yet.  And somehow she knew that if she did try and go to sleep, she would just get there, and the boys would all come trooping in from the party.  Jack nodded, and sat in a chair opposite the bed.  He thought she looked incredibly beautiful, sitting there in a plain, rather Victorian-style night gown, that looked like it was made of a light weight cotton.  She offered him a glass of the brandy she had poured herself.  He accepted the glass happily.

For awhile, they sipped in silence listening to the music.  And then, Jack surprised them both by asking her to dance to the music. Mel surprised herself even more saying yes.

Jack stood and walked over to her, holding out his hand.  Mel set her glass down, and then took his hand, rising slowly to stand in front of him.  Jack paused as he saw that her nightgown was really a pair of shorty pajamas, and her legs were beautifully exposed to his stare. He moved them over to the small open area in the room, near the parlor's floor to ceiling windows.  He pulled her close and they began to dance slowly, matching their steps to one another.  Soon, the music, so slow, and sensual, seeped into their inner places, and Jack eased her closer still, sliding one thigh between her own.  Mel moved easily, naturally it seemed to her, in his arms, as she straddled his hard thigh. 

She quickly became aware that they were hardly moving at all anymore, just a soft, gentle swaying to the music.  She could feel the hard muscles of his thigh, between her own, softer ones.  She could tell that her nipples were hard little points of desire, and she wondered if he could feel them pressed so tightly against his hard chest.  And between her thighs, she was surprised to feel the wetness that had formed there.  It was unconscious, when she rubbed herself against his hard, muscular thigh, seeking more.  Jack shifted immediately, and she felt his rock hard arousal, against her lower abdomen.

Mel sighed immediately when she felt his hardness pressing against her soft belly.  She couldn't help but rub her pussy against his hard thigh, where it rested between her thighs.  And when she heard his soft groan, she knew that he felt her wetness seeping through her panties, his robe, and his pajamas, onto his skin.  She lifted her head and he quickly lowered his mouth to hers.  Mel leaned into his body as he savored her lips, her tongue, stroking his own tongue over hers, slowly, surely, as if he tasted her very essence.  And when his hand slid upwards and cupped her right breast, she gasped and thrust the plump globe more fully into his possession. 

Jack eagerly palmed the full, fleshy breast, finding her hard nipple, and fingering it to a new, higher level of arousal, tautness.  Mel whispered something, he wasn't sure what it was, but he left her open mouth.  And when he took her nipple into his hot eager mouth, it was a soft scream that left Mel's lips.  She pressed more firmly against his hard thigh, letting her arousal fluids further wet his robe, his skin.  He moved the few steps, almost dancing, back to the bed. 

Mel smiled up at him as he came down over her on the small bed.  "I want you, Jack."

Jack kissed her lightly, shrugging off his robe.  Mel moved her eager hands to his naked chest, glad that he wasn't wearing pajama tops.  Her hands found his own taut, hard, aroused nipples easily.  She flicked his nipples, squeezing them with her small fingers.  And when he slid his pajama bottoms off, her hands moved lower to his waist, and then she eagerly took his hard cock between her small, soft hands.  Jack cried out when her hands took him so gently in her hands, stroking his velvety skin, over steel hardness.  He lowered himself to the bed beside her, and she followed him eagerly, her hands still holding him, exploring his male flesh with wonderment.  It had been some time since he had been with a woman… and if he didn't slow things down, he would end up embarrassing himself, he was sure.

Mel moved above Jack on the bed, never releasing his hard shaft, she stroked him with one hand while the other had slid lower still.  Jack stared at the beautiful woman beside him; her head bent so seriously to her task. And when she grasped his sac with her hand, and squeezed, then pulled firmly, not too hard, it was his turn to shout out loud.  Mel looked up into his blue eyes, and smiled softly.  She released him then, sitting back on her heels beside him on the bed. Jack frowned as he watched her. But she lowered her hands to grasp the edge of her gown and pulled it straight up and over her head.  Jack's eyes widened as he took in the perfectly full, round womanly breasts revealed to him.  Her body had promised a womanly fullness, and he wasn't in the least bit disappointed.  He raised his hands and covered each breast with a large palm.

Mel sighed and closed her eyes as the heat from his hands seeped into her body.  She felt her nipples pearling up tighter, harder than she had thought possible.  She felt her pussy lips flood with her juices as his touch alone made her wetter than she had ever felt before.  Oh, God! She wanted him inside her...  She felt Jack's hands leave her breasts, travelling down to her waist, catching in the waistband of her panties.  She shifted, opening her eyes, so he could pull the panties off her.  She waited in silence as Jack looked at her shaven pussy.  Slowly, Jack raised his eyes to Mel's, and then he smiled slowly. He moved one hand to her shaven lips, stroking her gently, lightly.  He urged Mel to straddle his waist, and she did so eagerly, after a moment's hesitation.

She heard his voice through the darkness, just a whisper over the soft, sexy music still playing in the background.  "You be in charge, my sweet.  You can set the pace."  Jack reached over and pulled a condom from the pocket of his robe.  He looked at her for a moment, wondering if she would be offended that he had come 'prepared' so to speak.  But Mel smiled at him.  She took the package from him, and gently opened it. 

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"I may need some instructions, as we go, Jack," he heard her answer him back.  "I am not a virgin, but I also don't have a whole lot of experience."

Tenderly, eagerly, Jack held her hands in his, and told her how to put the condom on.  Just the touch of her hands though, was getting him hotter, and harder, faster, than he had been since he was a young, eager college student.  Mel leaned forward, her full breasts pressing against his hard, slightly furry chest.  She rubbed them back and forth, letting his hairy chest tease her nipples into taut hardness again.  She eased upwards, letting the head of his cock just tease the outside of her shaven pussy.  She looked up into Jack's taut face, smiling slowly.  She knew that she was teasing them both. 

Looking up at her, seeing her flushed face, parted lips, her full, dangling breasts, and then the darkness between her thighs and his cock poised at the entrance of 'heaven' was almost too much for him to bear.  His hands moved to her waist, gripping her firmly, nearly pulling her down to his hard, hot cock, but stopping at the last moment.  He remembered through his haze of passion, that he had told her she was in charge, and he knew that he couldn't force anything now.  He waited, his hands resting on her waist. 

Mel sensed his indecision as his hands had gripped his waist.  She had half wanted him to pull her to him, and half not.  She wanted the power, for now.  She moved her hands up and down his hard cock, then back to her own wet, shaven pussy lips.  She took her wetness and lubricated his cock, and slowly, finally, she let her thighs relax, and her body slowly took his hardness within.  She heard his groan as she finally engulfed his manhood within her womanly softness, her flesh closing around him, and then ever so slightly, she squeezed her muscles, so she pulled him in closer, tighter. She heard him gasp as he felt her body contracting voluntarily around him.  He moved his hands from her waist, down over her belly.  He slid one finger between their bodies, between her pussy lips, seeking her clit. 

Mel cried out, her eyes darting downward to his as he touched her most sensitive place.  She held his eyes as he continued to work her clit, fingering her lightly, and then slowly he began moving his hips beneath her. Mel cried out as she felt her body losing control and she climaxed hotly and wetly around his hardness.  His hands moved to hold her limp body as he quickly thrust beneath her, climaxing deeply, hotly within her womanly softness. Finally, his arms relaxed, and he let Mel collapse onto his hard chest.

Mel awoke a short time later, not even aware that she had fallen asleep.  She moved, and she felt his soft cock still poised at the entrance of her pussy, still a part of her body.  Dear Lord!  She had never felt anything so incredibly erotic in her life.  She lifted her head, and saw that Jack was awake, looking at her.  She blushed brightly in the darkness.  She had squeezed her pelvic muscles to see if she could pull him deeper inside of herself just a second before she had looked up. 

Jack smiled at her in the darkness, almost as if he read her mind, she thought.  She felt his hand move down her back, rubbing her skin, stroking her lightly.  She could feel his touch all the way down to her toes, it felt so good, so delicious. At that moment, Jack felt like it wouldn't take more than a few encouraging words, and touches, and he would be already to 'go' again.  Wow! He thought to himself, twice in one night.  That had not happened for a long time…

Mel moved again, this time to seat herself astride his lap.  Her movements had her full breasts bouncing and jiggling most enticingly. Jack couldn't resist the temptation, and he reached up once again, cupping her breasts, massaging them gently, squeezing them, and plumping them further for his enjoyment.  And when he started fingering her nipples, Mel moaned softly in the silence of the room, the music having long since ended.  Jack watched her nipples, her breasts, her erotic response, as her arousal grew, as he continued to play with her.  He began to wonder if just maybe, this was going to turn out to be more than he could have ever anticipated.  This woman seemed to be answering questions inside himself, which he hadn't even known, existed. 

Mel could feel his shaft hardening once again, still partially inside her.  She moved her hips, rotating them, squirming around, and she soon felt him getting harder and harder, filling her more and more.  What a wonderfully, sweet, overwhelming sensation! Mel leaned forward finally, her body squeezing around him.  She sighed, closing her eyes, letting the intensely erotic, sensual feelings flow through her.  She felt his heat rising up into her body, through every millimeter where his flesh touched hers. The feeling of his flesh, imbedded within her body, was so intimate, so incredible, so overwhelming to her.  And then, she squeezed those sweet, hidden, pelvic muscles, once again.  Jack groaned when he felt her tighten around his shaft, squeezing his cock, pulling him deeper into her darkness, her sweet womanliness.  She was like a Circe, pulling him ever closer, ever deeper, into the dark, sensual sea of her arousing lovemaking.  And just when he thought he couldn't get any more turned on, she surprised him.

Mel shifted a bit, squeezing her muscles to keep him tight inside her, feeling her liquids running between their bodies as she got more and more excited each second.  Even when she had masturbated over the years, she had never gotten this wet before.  She couldn't believe this hot, aroused, out of control woman was her!  She moved her right hand between their bodies, gliding down over his stomach.  She paused to circle his belly button, which caused him to chuckle.  She glanced up and smiled at him, and then moved her hand again, down, down, until she touched his pubic hair.  She held his gaze as her fingers toyed with it lightly, pulling it a bit.  And then, he almost came inside her, when she tugged a bit more firmly, and softly whispered to him in the darkness of the still room.

"I would love to shave this all for you…  There is nothing like the feeling of 'smooth.'" 

Jack gasped at the intense arousal that shot through him at her words.  He could just imagine how erotic that would be… her shaving him. He had heard of others doing it, but she was the first shaven, totally shaven that is, woman he had ever been with. He wondered what it would feel like to have her smooth pussy, pressed against his hairless cock and crotch. Just that thought had his hips thrusting upwards towards her, of their own volition.  He took a deep breath, trying to slow things down again, to savor this moment.

"Do you think anyone would notice if we locked the door and never came out?"

She blushed brightly, not having really thought before she spoke out loud.  Jack smiled.  "I think they would."  He lightly ran his fingers over the softness of her lips.  "And we wouldn't last too long, without food, you know."

Mel smiled, relaxing at his lighter tone.  She was afraid she had gotten 'too serious.'  "Hmmm, just imagine the headlines.  'Couple found in compromising position… their poor bodies wasted away to nothingness'…"

Jack laughed in return. "I like the sound of that 'compromising position.'  Should it be this one, or should we try another one?"

Mel laughed mischievously. She had never felt this relaxed and natural with anyone, and certainly not locked in such an intimate embrace had she felt this comfortable, and aroused, all at the same time!  She wondered if she was going crazy?  And then, Jack began moving his own hips, and his hands returned to her full, sensitive breasts, and she stopped worrying about such things.  And soon, she climaxed once again, this time with Jack cumming at the same time, deep within her soft, spasming flesh.

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Mel slept deeply within Jack's arms.  He also slept heavily in the small bed.  Neither heard the closing of the front door an hour later, nor did they hear the clatter of feet up the stairs. And when the parlor door burst open a few minutes later, and bright light streamed into the dark room, illuminating their intertwined bodies on the small bed.

"Dad!"

Both people in the bed awakened abruptly.  They were very surprised to see Jack's son standing in the open doorway, light streaming in from behind him.  He stood with his legs apart, and his hands fisted, resting on his hips.  Jack moved abruptly, reaching for his robe as he stood from the bed.  Tim continued to glare at his father.  Mel blushed brightly, looking from father, to son, feeling thoroughly compromised, though just why, she wasn't sure.

Jack moved over to where Tim was standing.  "Son, let's go upstairs.  It is late, and we can talk…"

But Tim turned angrily, and ran back up the stairs.  Jack turned to look at Mel, not sure whether he should go, or stay.  Mel smiled. 

"Go on, Jack. He needs you right now."

Jack looked at the beautiful woman with the tousled hair sitting in bed, with her knees drawn to her chest, arms clasped around them.  The light streaming into the dark room made her look rather like a naughty angel, with her naked shoulders.  Jack nodded his head, and then walked out, closing the door behind him.

Mel eased back down into the bed.  It seemed colder now that she was alone.  Which was funny really, she thought to herself, considering she had spending nearly all of her life sleeping alone.   So why should one night… Not even one full night, make her feel this way. Damn!  It was too many questions, and too late at night for such things. She closed her eyes, letting the sweet, warm, erotic feelings from just a short time earlier, wash back over her body, and her mind.  She fell into a deep, very erotic dream a short time later.

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Mel awoke at her usual crack of dawn, and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, and get breakfast started.  The boys were always hungriest in the mornings.  She worked with half concentration, her mind going back to the previous day, and night.  She felt her cheeks heating up all over again.  She could feel her nipples getting taut, and then she felt the wetness forming between her lips.  Obviously, just thinking about Jack, and the things they did, were enough to get her going! 

Mel was sitting at the table, lost in thought, when Tim entered the kitchen a short time later. She was sipping her tea, which had long since gone cold.  Tim cleared his throat to gain her attention.  Mel looked up.  She smiled at Tim, just as she always did, before she remembered what he had interrupted the night before.

"Good morning, Tim."  Mel stood, and moved over to check the biscuits that were baking in the oven. 

Tim watched her silence, noting the way her robe draped over her hips as she bent to check the stove. He was so angry with his father for seducing Mel.  He had refused to answer his door when his dad had come knocking on it last night. The last thing he had wanted was to bare his feelings to his father.  He waited until she had closed the oven, and then moved up close behind her.  He put his hands on her waist.

Mel shrieked in surprise, struggling to get away, but all she managed to do was to turn and face him. He held her firmly at her waist. Mel was quite surprised at how strong the thin, young man was. 

"Tim!  What are you doing?"  Mel had to tilt her head a bit to look up at him.  She couldn't help but notice though that she had had to look up a lot further to see his father.

"Mel!" Tim's voice was hoarse as he spoke her name.  Then he decided to try action. He pulled Mel close and tried to kiss her.  Mel was faster though, turning her head so his kiss landed on her cheek.  She squirmed, pushing at Tim's chest.

"Tim, no!  Let me go… please, Tim.   Stop!"  Mel's voice was less controlled and more frantic sounding.  Her hands pushed futilely at his chest, his arms. 

"I love you, Mel. I want to be with you…" Tim drew back a bit, looking at Mel earnestly, pleadingly.  "I forgive you for what happened last night.  It was my dad's fault, I am sure."

Mel forced a small space between them.  She could feel his arousal pressing into her.  She didn't want to hurt him, but she wasn't attracted to him.  And she wasattracted to his father.  Dear God, she thought, what a mess!  Before she could answer him though, the kitchen door swung open again.  Both Mel and Tim turned their heads towards the doorway. 

Jack stood in the doorway, dressed casually in jeans and T-shirt.  He took in the scene he had interrupted.  He wasn't sure what would be the best way to handle this.  He did know that he felt a real pang of jealousy at seeing his own son's arms around this woman. 

Mel took advantage of Tim's momentary surprise to shove away from him completely.  She scooted towards the table, sitting down before her wobbly legs betrayed her.  She ran her fingers through her tousled hair.  "Look, help yourself to coffee, then let's all sit down for a minute. Okay?"

Father and son glared at each for a moment, then reacted to her words.  Tim just sat down, folding his arms aggressively across his chest. Jack moved to the stove first, pouring himself coffee, then also sat down, taking the chair opposite his son. 

"Tim, look…" Jack started to speak to his son, but Tim interrupted him abruptly.

"No, Dad.  You knew how I felt about Mel.  I wrote and told you."  His young voice was accusing, and broke a bit on the words. Mel felt her heart ache for the young man. 

"I understand that Tim, but I didn't understand at first that she was your 'land lady.'"

Mel turned at his words, glaring at him.  He had made the words 'land lady' sound like she was the owner of some kind of house of 'ill-repute' or something.  Before she could say anything though, Tim spoke angrily.

"Our ages don't matter, Dad.  I love Mel.  We have spent so much time together…  You had no right to seduce her!"  He shouted angrily.

Mel reached out to touch one of Tim's hands.  "Tim, dear, I think you may have misunderstood things."

Jack fought the urge to pull Mel's small hand off of Tim's.  He should be denying that anyone seduced anyone, but he didn't want to antagonize his son.  Nor did he want to make Mel mad.  Damn! Jack thought to himself, taking another drink of coffee.  This was a hell of a mess.

"Tim…  You are a friend, a good friend.  We have shared some nice times, but you must understand that I don't feel the same way.  I've never indicated to you that I did, now did I?"

Tim turned from glaring at his father.  He looked into Mel's clear, and honest eyes.  He had hoped…  "No, but I had…"

Mel patted his hand. "I understand, Tim.  But you need to understand that I see you only as my friend.  And as far as your father, well, he didn't seduce me."  She paused to glance at her watch.  "Damn, Tim!  Look at the time.  If you don't hurry you will miss your class this morning."

Tim stood slowly, wanting to argue, but he was beginning to realize that he had been dreaming, and Mel was not going to return his feelings. 

"Don't worry about your dad, I'll make sure he gets directions to the stadium for the game. Now, go!"  Mel pushed him towards the door.  After a moment, he turned and walked out.  Mel walked to the oven, pulling out the biscuits.  She was surprised they weren't burned, if not by the heat of the stove, then by the heat of the emotions of the kitchens inhabitants.

Jack watched her from the table.  "Hell of a way to start the day, isn't it?"

Mel smiled. "Well, this would not have been my first choice." 

Jack laughed.  He quieted after a moment, speaking softly. "That bed was a very cold and lonely place last night."

Mel blushed brightly. She had been thinking the same thing earlier.  "You know, Jack, you don't owe me anything after last night…"

"Not even the cost of room and board for a night?"

Mel felt a flash of anger. "That is not what I meant…"

Jack stood and moved over to where she was standing by the kitchen counter.  He put his hands on her shoulders.  "I know that is not what you meant, my sweet.  That was a poor attempt at humor, and I apologize. When I woke up this morning, I reached out for you.  I can't begin to describe the feelings of disappointment I felt."

Mel looked up into his face.  "You are a sweet talker, aren't you?"

Jack laughed. "Perhaps."

Mel smiled nervously, not sure what she was feeling at the moment at all.  She moved away from Jack.  "Ummm, had you thought about what you wanted to do today, until the game starts that is?"

Jack gave her a lopsided smile.  "Well, yes, I have."

Mel set some plates on the table, and then got out the juice and milk.  "Oh?  What is it?"

"Well, it involves you, and me, and that great big bed of yours upstairs."

Mel blushed brightly. Feelings of hot, sensual arousal rushed through her body at break neck speed.  She could feel her nipples hardening and a wetness forming between her lips.  Thoughts of the night before surged through her brain, making her legs feel weak. 

"Ummm… I…."

Jack moved over to where she was standing at the counter again.  He put his hands on her waist, lifting her easily to sit on the counter top. He nudged her knees apart, stepping close to stand between her thighs.  Her terry cloth robe had shifted and was gaping apart at the bodice. Jack looked down and could see tops of her full, round breasts.  He stepped even closer, pulling her more to the edge.  Mel gasped as she felt his hard manhood pressed against her damp pussy lips.  Jack smiled for a scant second before he covered her open mouth with his own.

He kissed her hotly, his tongue seeking her own in a gentle duel of passion.  Mel raised her hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer. His own hands slid inside her gaping robe to find her breasts.  He cupped them eagerly, teasing her nipples with gentle flicks of his fingertips. Mel couldn't stop squirming on the counter, which only pressed her ever closer to his own hot arousal.  Slowly, his one hand moved to her thigh, gliding upwards until he reached her smooth lips.  He shifted back just a bit to give his hand room to work it's magic on her womanly flesh. 

Jack found her clit easily, touching it lightly at first.  Then he stroked along her lips, feeling her wetness with gladness. Moving back to her clit, he started touching her lightly again.  Soon he alternated between short teasing touches, and longer, harder strokes. Mel was so close to coming right then, and there….

"Babe, lets go upstairs before we get interrupted, okay?"

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Mel nodded, letting Jack help her slide down.  She took his hand, and led him through the back of the kitchen.  She brought him up the back stairs, which came out right near her bedroom door.  Jack smiled as she pulled his hand, leading him on into the bedroom.  Mel turned back, closing the door.  Jack heard the distinct click of the lock being turned.

Mel walked over to him. As she did so, she untied the sash at her waist.  As she moved, the edges slid apart, revealing glimpses of the full inner roundness of her breasts.  His eyes slid down, taking in her flat tummy, and her smooth mound.  God, she was beautiful, he thought to himself. He made himself wait until she stood directly in front of him.  Only then did he reach out, putting his hands at the edges of her lapels.  Very slowly, he eased her robe back, and off. 

Mel let the robe slide down and off her body.  Jack lightly caressed her shoulders before sliding his hands down the front of her chest. Mel held her breath until he finally closed his hands over her breasts.  A deep sigh slid from deep within her body as he started squeezing her sensitive flesh.  Mel moved her hands to his shirt, struggling to pull it free of his jeans.  Jack stopped her, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside quickly.  He moved them both over to the edge of the bed, seating himself.  He pulled Mel to stand between his thighs. 

Jack caressed her hips, running his hands down the back of her thighs, and back up.  He cupped her buttocks, bringing her closer to himself. He lowered his head to take one nipple between his lips and teeth, toying with it lightly.  Mel's hands moved to the back of his head, caressing his hair as he suckled her breast.  She couldn't stop the squirm of her hips as she felt her arousal rising with each passionate caress of his hands, his lips.  Jack slid one hand between her thighs, finding her wetness. He slid his fingers over her smooth lips, loving the feel of her soft flesh.  He found her clit easily, stroking over it.  He paused as Mel's hips jerked in response.  He started to move his fingers deeper, when Mel pushed herself away from him.

Mel slid to her knees in front of him.  Looking up at him, holding his eyes, she unsnapped his jeans, and then began tugging the zipper downward.  Being in a hurry, Jack had skipped underwear and his hard manhood sprang forth.  Mel looked back up from her task, smiling at him. She motioned for him to move, and she slid his jeans down and off, taking his shoes with them.

She paused to lightly caress his pubic hair.  She circled his cock with her hand, caressing his skin lightly.  Her other hand moved down and cupped his sac.  She squeezed him lightly, rolling his balls then tugging on the skin a bit.  Jack groaned as she caressed him.  Her soft hands could drive him crazy.  Mel stopped to lightly scratch her fingers over his lower abdomen, through the hair. 

She looked back up at Jack. "What would you say to a shave?"  Mel heard herself ask. She paused, surprised at her own audacity.  She wasn't sure what she would do if he agreed.  She quickly went back to caressing his hot hard flesh.  It was nearly a minute later when Jack said 'yes.'

Mel looked up in surprise. "Are you sure?"

Jack nodded.  "Yeah.  I can't think of anything more erotic than your hands and fingers shaving me as smooth as you are.  Then maybe I can return the favor for you next time."

Mel paused for a second. "I've never shaved a man…"

"I trust you, honey. Any little nicks will heal…" He reached down cupping her face in his hands.  He kissed her mouth gently. "Go and get what you need. Do you want to do it here?"

Mel looked into his face for another moment.  She then nodded her head, and jumped to her feet.  She scurried into the bathroom.  She grabbed a razor, new blade, small scissors and her shaving gel. She set these down on the bed then went back for a small container of warm water and a wash- cloth.

"Lie down, please."

Jack smiled at the prim, determined look on her face.  He did as she directed, resting his head on the pillows.  Mel seated herself at his side, picking up her small scissors.  She glanced up at him. 

"I will trim it first."  She bent to her task, biting her lower lip as she concentrated. 

Jack could feel her tender, careful hands lifting tufts of hair and snipping them off.  He could feel his cock getting harder by the second, in spite of his remaining trepidation.   Finally, Mel set the scissors down.  She surprised him by lightly brushing her fingers over the raspy edges remaining; trying to brush off any hairs she might have missed. Jack had to catch his breath at the incredible hot rush of arousal that shot through feeling her fingertips brushing over the bristly hair.  It was almost as if every single hair shouted a 'call to arms' through out his entire body.

Mel finally stopped, muttering, 'there, all done' half to herself.  She glanced up at Jack, smiling at him.  She picked up the cloth, which she had drenched in hot water a short time earlier.  As she unfolded it, he sees some steam was still rising from it.  She paused to warn him, then pressed the cloth flat to his abdomen for a moment, then to his scrotum.  Next she set the cloth aside, and took her shaving gel in her hand. She apologized with a rueful grin about the smell. 

Jack breathed in deeply and smelled the sweet scent that came from the foamy, pink gel in her palm. He shrugged.  At this point he could have cared less what it smelled like. Besides, the scent reminded him of her. 

He jumped a bit as her soft fingers began spreading and smearing the pinky foam over his lower abdomen, cock and sac.  She went back a bit further, then stopped.  When Mel picked up the razor, she turned and asked him if he was sure.

"It is not too late to stop.  The bristly ness will fade in a day or two."

But Jack shook his head. He had gone this far… he was going 'all the way.'  Mel nodded her head and lowered the razor.  The first rasp of the razor, sliding across the skin of his lower abdomen sounded incredibly loud to him in the near silent room.  Mel shaved his lower abdomen first, and then shaved down the upper edges of his inner thighs.  So slowly, she shaved the base of his cock, and upwards where a few hairs could be seen.  She stopped to rinse the razor now and then.  Finally, she shaved the area right behind his sac.  Pausing, she considered how to shave his scrotum.

Jack's voice interrupted her thoughts.  "If you pull it taut, it would probably be easier."

Mel didn't look up, but did nod her head.  He felt her push on his sac and shave one side, then up the center.  Then her hands shifted, and did the other side.  He assumed she was done when she sighed deeply and set the razor down.  But her hands stopped his movement.  "Not yet," was all she said.  He watched as she rinsed her hands, but didn't dry them.  He had thought things couldn't possibly get any hotter or more erotic after that, but he was in for a surprise.

Mel, using her fingertips only, began gliding them over millimeter of skin she had just shaved, checking for any strays she might have missed.  Once would have been bad enough, but she would stop and slide her fingers over and over one area, to make absolutely sure she had missed none. Then she checked his sac, and that took a very long time due to the ridges.   But she didn't hurry, taking her time, her gentle touch seeking out any possible hiding stubble.  But finding none, she moved to his cock. 

Mel ran her fingertips around the base, and began stroking upwards.  Over and over she slid her fingers up and down, never quite reaching the head of his cock.  God! Jack thought he was dying from the sheer exquisiteness her touch was causing. Finally, she circled his cock with one hand, and slid it upwards, stopping just at the ridge of flesh. One fingertip moved to touch the precum oozing forth.  Lightly, she smeared it around, and then held her finger up. 

"I guess I don't need to ask if you enjoyed your shave, do I?"  Mel asked him pertly, and then slowly sucked her finger into her mouth. Her other hand started stroking him slowly, up and down.  She moved everything off the bed and slid down.  She had him spread his thighs, and then moved to lie between them.  She rested her head on one thigh.  Slowly she moved her palm from his knee to thigh, to lower abdomen, caressing his skin.  Mel caressed his sac lightly with her fingers, but not for long.  She encircled the base of his cock, stroking it firmly, upwards.  Her efforts rewarded once again.  This time she looked up into his face, finding he was staring back down at her. Holding his gaze, she lowered her head. At the last moment, she dropped her gaze and took him into her mouth.

Jack groaned loudly in the silence of the room.  "Dear God, Mel… you are driving me crazy!"

Mel stroked his ridge of flesh with her tongue, holding him with her mouth.  She began to suck his flesh gently, stroking him with her tongue and her hand at the same time.  Her hair would brush over his smooth flesh and it felt like every single hair moved individually along his skin.  Mel stopped for a moment, lifting her head.  She moved to run her tongue down, then back up his cock, following the slight bulge at the back of his cock.  There was no way Jack could contain his moan of delight as her tongue moved back to stroke around his head, before engulfing him once again in her hot mouth. 

Jack moved his hands to her, sliding into to her hair, grasping it.

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Jack tugged gently on Mel's hair until she lifted her head, looking up to meet his gaze.  Jack let his eyes travel slowly over her tousled hair, flushed cheeks and wet lips.  God, she was so sexy, he thought for a moment.  Mel smiled and lowered her head once again, licking his cock like it was a lollipop; one long lick, all the way around the top.  She let her tongue toy with the precum oozing forth again, while her hand continued to stroke him, up and down, rhythmically.

Jack groaned, then spoke hoarsely.  "Honey, if you don't stop this torture soon, I won't be responsible for the consequences."

Mel smiled up at for a second, then went right back to worshipping his hard, hot manhood.  She surprised him by sliding down suddenly, and starting to suck his balls.  She drew one into her mouth, and sucked him gently.  After several long moments, she drew back a bit, pulling his soft sac with her teeth and lips.  She started sucking on the skin, letting her tongue roam over the smooth flesh.  Her hand continued its taunting and erotic rhythm on his rigid cock.   Over and over she kissed, sucked and caressed him.

Suddenly, Jack lost control and his body jerked in response to her sweet, erotic touches and kisses. He shot his seed, catching Mel on her cheek, the rest landing on his abdomen and chest.  Mel slowed her caresses, and lowered her head to rest once again on his thigh.  She listened quietly as his breathing became quieter, and calmer, with each passing second. She ran her one hand over his thigh, caressing his flesh lightly, gently.  She watched in silence as Jack picked up the discarded cloth from earlier.  He wiped away the bits of cum from her face, and then did the same for his chest and abdomen. 

"That wasn't quite what I had in mind for our second time together, honey, but I'm not complaining."  Jack grinned at her ruefully. Mel laughed softly.

"I'm glad you aren't complaining.    Cause if you were… well, I guess I would just have to do it all over again.  That way I could be sure I got it right."

Jack reached down to clasp her upper arms.  He slid her body up his own until she lying beside him, her head on his chest. "Baby, you get it any more right and I doubt I will survive…"

Mel stood at the sink, lost in thought.  She had been living in a fool's paradise the last two days.  It was time to stop deluding herself, and see that Jack was going to leave, and once again, she would be alone, with her cats, and her tenants.  She knew it would have been easy over the years to ease her loneliness with one of the young men she had had living under her roof.  She had felt the vibes numerous times to know that several had been more than willing, in the beginning, before understanding her ground rules.  Of course, it was too late now to change the rules. 

She shifted the dishes in the sink, deciding to wash them by hand to give her something to do.  She should probably get out more, to meet single men her age.  She had also heard about people meeting over the Internet, in chat rooms.  Maybe she could do that.  While it wouldn't be as satisfying, or fulfilling, it would give her something, some sort of companionship, in her life.  Damn! This is depressing, she told herself sternly. But somehow, that didn't seem to help the little place of loneliness deep inside her just then.  Suddenly, she heard a noise behind, and spun around, soapsuds dripping from her hands to floor in front of her.

"Tim!"  Mel pressed one hand to her chest. "You startled me.  I didn't hear you."  She tried to calm her breathing, but couldn't seem to control it.

Tim walked over to her. "I didn't mean to scare you, Mel. I just wanted to talk to you."

Mel smiled at him, turning back around to the dishes just then.  "Sure.  I'm just trying to catch up on a few things.  This parents weekend has been busier than I expected."  Abruptly she stopped speaking, realizing just what she had said, and blushed brightly.  Before she could apologize she felt Tim come up close behind her.  He pressed against her bottom, very intimately, she realized instantly, feeling his hardness pressing against her buttocks.  She knew she should move, but didn't want to draw attention to the situation.  And a moment later though, she found out that was a mistake also.

Tim put his hands on her waist and was sliding them around her.  Mel pushed against him, but that didn't help matters much.  Tim groaned and slid his hands upwards and closed them over her full breasts.  He pressed his mouth to her neck as he groaned.