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Part 2 Summer Living with Linda

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This story is about what happened next with Linda during that wonderful summer.


The week was busy and fast because Saturday was the 4th of July. I was not going home since Tracy had taken extra days off to visit her parent back in her hometown. I had thought I'd be alone. Then Linda informed me of her bad news. Her boyfriend would be having his semi-estranged kids visiting him so he needed to be alone with them. So Linda and I made plans. We dressed up for each other and took one another out for dinner and drinks. She wore a white silk blouse and a short red skirt. With high heels, Linda looked great. When I opened her car door at the restaurant her legs spread and I saw that she was only wearing hose. She asked me if anything was wrong and I said everything was beautiful and winked at her. We decided over dinner to go to the river walk and just see the fireworks from there even though it would be quite far. Walking to the wall where there were also benches, Linda held my hand. “It just seems natural, right?” her voice cooed. We couldn't see from the bench so she stood at the wall, I moved beside her. She snuggled under me closer to the wall, pulled my arms around her so I was close, and asked me to just hold her. Her butt fit neatly at my crotch, her hair tickled my face. I held her close even though I was getting excited but I needn't have worried. She pushed back into me. Fireworks. We were alone under a starry, dark sky when the booms ended with just a few park lights around us. She turned to face me and rested her head on my shoulder. “You make me feel safe. And like there's hope.” I could hear sadness in her voice and felt the wetness of tears through my dress shirt. After we got home, we changed out of our dressy clothes, got glasses of wine, and sat on the couch together. Linda leaned against me and I put my arm around her but my hand accidentally touched her breast. I pulled back. Linda took my hand and held it. “I like that you're so gentle, no wrong word, that you're...respecting me and not trying to take advantage, just being here for me.” I stuck my foot in my mouth, “Here I go again being the big brother-type friend instead of the hot hunk.” She got my sense of humor and chuckled. But then she moved to look me in the eye. “Sometimes the guy you can trust and know he cares and is doing the right thing is also the hunk. You've just got a messed up sense of yourself and don't get that about how we see you,” Linda corrected. “Let me be honest. Even crude and blunt. If you and I were not involved with other people we’d be fucking each other's brains out. I'm so wet I may be ruining this couch; it was running down my legs when you were holding me.” I held her head and kissed her forehead. I put the wine glasses down and walked her up the stairs. I kissed her goodnight at her door and started back to my bedroom. Linda came back out of her room and handed me something saying, “Use these and give them back. If you want.” Her door closed as I unfolded her soaking wet panties. I felt so mixed up. It was so hard being good and not going in after her! I masturbated in my room imagining licking up that wetness off her firm, tanned thighs while pressing the panties to my mouth. When I came, I shot my cum into the crotch.  The next week was much like the others with the sexual tension remaining high, verbal flirting and joking in the evenings, and both of us being very casual in our way of dressing. The only odd thing was one evening I was laying on my couch with one leg up and as she walked by, Linda stopped and stepped back, stared and said, “If you let it hang out in my face like that, I'm likely to grab and snatch it.” I realized my penis was out of my shorts leg and fixed it quickly and sat up. “I was just kidding. I enjoyed the view really. I don’t care if you sit there naked,” she said. I so wanted to take her up on that but didn’t want to mess up our relationship. That next week, we found out that the woman who normally had my apartment was coming back two weeks before our internship was over. When Linda told me, I felt like our summer of friendship was going to end, which made me sad, but then also the thought of having the long drive back and forth really didn’t appeal to me for a commute every day and every evening. Immediately Linda made me sit down and then told me she would let me live in her room with her. I told her my fiance would kill me if she ever found out. “So neither of us will ever mention it. And besides it’s her dirty mind if she thinks we were having anything inappropriate. If we were able to resist temptation up to now, we won’t do anything in the last two weeks,” Linda argued. So, not wanting time with her to stop, I agreed. We moved my things into her space that Friday before we left for our real lives. She was adamant that I share her dresser with her, so my underwear was next to hers, my jeans in the drawer with her stuff, and my stuff on the nightstand. Inside, I found her vibrator and quickly shut the drawer. I could barely wait for the next Sunday night and thought about it the whole weekend. Late that evening before bedtime, I got a call from Linda saying she couldn’t come up that night so I had the bed to myself and that she would drive up early in the morning. I told her I missed her, and she said that was cute of me to say, that she missed me, and had thought of me all weekend. The next day I saw her at our internship and then lost track of her during the day. When I got back to the apartment, she was there with candles lit, a nice meal on the table, and dressed in a really attractive yellow summer dress. She was so warm and seemed happy again. Then as we drank a glass of wine on the couch after dinner, she told me her boyfriend had passed away. I got tears in my eyes and she told me not to be sad because she got to say goodbye over the weekend and that he was now at peace. “And I’m free of the sadness for him.” She and I talked a lot, she commiserated that my fiance and I were not doing well together. We were both very tired so we headed up to bed. The full size bed was adequate when sleeping alone but looked snug for two when I saw it. Linda entered the bathroom first to get ready and stripped down to my boxer briefs. She emerged in a short kimono robe. When I came back out, she was just standing there as though unsure or uncomfortable. I asked if she was sure or wanted me to sleep elsewhere. “Oh gosh, no, I just wanted to say I sleep in the nude and wanted to ask if that was ok?” Linda said. I smiled and said I usually did, too. We agreed to turn off the lights and then get in so we went to opposite sides, I turned my back, and I heard her slip under the covers. I pushed my underwear down my legs and bent over to pick it up. “You have such a nice muscular tushy,” she complimented. “Hey no fair. We said we wouldn't look.” Linda corrected, “No we didn’t. If you were scared of looking at my old body, don't blame it on me.” I assured her I wanted to look and that her body was very appealing. I slipped in bed with her, side by side, both of us afraid to move and lying right on the edge ready to fall off. The warmth of her skin touching me, the smell of her woman’s body and light scent of perfume, and the knowledge of her nudity were making me slowly become erect. I felt her hand search for mine, inadvertently touching arm and naked side of my body. She held my hand and spoke, “Thank you for being there for me, you know, during these sad times, and thank you for being here now.” She paused and sighed. “You're a good man.” She paused again. “And I'm sorry but being next to you has me so hot I've got to do something about it.” I was fully erect. “I feel that too,” I confessed, “but we can't cross that line, even with as badly as I want you right now.” “If you did make love to me, you wouldn't be the good guy that I care for.” Linda squeezed my hand. “We can take care of our own needs, can't we? We're experts at that, right?” I had to laugh. “Here,”Linda said as she handed me my tube of lemon shea butter hand cream. I let go of her hand and put a generous amount in my other hand. I felt her move as she retrieved her toy. We lay side by side and began to touch our genitals. Linda took hold of my hand again which felt so loving to me in that moment. The only sounds were her fingers playing in her wetness and my hand rubbing my penis. Then she moved. At first she brought her knees up, then opened them wide, then lowered one by laying it over my thigh. “Ok?” she asked. My hand was then brushing against her leg occasionally as I stroked. I told her it made me happy. After a few minutes she turned on her vibe, rather loud and buzzy, the I felt her move and it quieted. I envisioned it sliding into her vagina, wished it was my penis. Hoarsely, Linda asked, “If you were going to make love to me, what would you do right now? Talk to me please.” I described in detail how I would use my hands, lips, tongue, and lastly my penis to bring her pleasure. As I described my penis brushing up and down her vulva, her grip on my hand tightened, her hips lifted, and she gasped, “Oh, god.” Her orgasm lasted an impressive length of time and I sensed her rubbing that vibe along her clitoris vigorously. My hand sped up and I let my cum fly all over us. “Oh, wow that felt so warm, hot,” Linda said. Spent, she turned off her vibe and turned toward me, snuggled me, and we fell asleep like that. For the last days together, we did it every night together. After my engagement fell through, I had lots of thoughts, some blaming myself, some wondering if things with Linda would have been awesome. And by the way, the woman who needed my room never showed up.

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