Finally realizing the better options they both could choose..

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Roxy

closed the door behind her neighbor, chaining the lock and turning out

the light, but in spite of her exhaustion, it was a long time before she

fell asleep.

When

her phone rang early the next morning, it took her three tries to get

her hand on it, and she nearly pushed if off the end table and onto the

floor before finally snagging it in her grip.

"This had better be a lawyer telling me I just inherited a million dollars," grumbled Roxy into the receiver.

"Roxy? It's David. Did I call too early?"

"What do you think?" she snapped, sitting up in bed to rub her eyes.

"Sorry;

I just wanted to let you know it worked. Heather called me and wants to

see me next Tuesday night. She was practically begging me on the phone

to go out with her again."

"Oh; Ah; That's good news, David. I'm glad to hear it; "

"You don't sound very excited."

"At

this time of the morning, the only thing that would excite me is a big

cup of coffee, or for you to hang up so I can sleep four more hours."

"Right; Well, sorry to bother you I; I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Roxy

cut off the connection, laying back in her bed. Her mind drifted to the

conversation of the previous night with Mrs. Foster. And try as she

might, she couldn't get the thought of how handsome David had looked at

the water park, out of her head. How comfortable she had been around

him, and how perfect his lips had felt on hers.

"This

is bullshit; He's just a kid, and I'm an idiot!" she tried to tell

herself. But that didn't stop the pain that suddenly flared in her chest

or the tears that started to flow down her face.

"Mommy?

Why are you crying?" asked Emily appearing at the end of her bed with

the same uncanny stealthiness that Roxy herself had displayed on more

than one occasion.

"It's nothing, Baby. I just got something in my eye. Hey! You want waffles for breakfast?"

"Oh! I love waffles!" shouted Emily.

Roxy wiped the tears from her eyes and followed her daughter into the kitchen, trying to put the phone call out of her head.

The Measure of A Man.

David

pulled the comb through his hair again, annoyed at the stray hair in

back that flatly refused to lay down. He slapped some cologne on his

face and grabbed his keys off the bathroom counter.

"Where are you heading out looking so fine?" asked his Mom from the couch where she was reading a novel.

"I got a date with Heather," he said, stopping to tie his shoe.

"I thought you two broke up?"

"We did; but she's having second thoughts."

"Good for you guys! I always thought you made a cute couple."

"Thanks. I'll see you later," he said over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

He

found traffic to be a little heavier than usual for the time of night,

and he slowed turning the radio on to relieve the boredom as he crawled

forward. In the distance, a glowing billboard advertising the latest

ride at Wave World dominated the skyline. A memory popped into his head

unbidden; of Roxy walking toward him in her red bikini, the sunlight

falling on her reddish hair, lighting it like a fiery halo. His

heartbeat picked up as more images flashed through his mind, Roxy laying

with her bare feet in a desert spring, Roxy breathing hard with

excitement after their plunge down the slide, Roxy kissing him;

"Shit!" he yelled as he slammed on the brakes nearly hitting the car in front of him that had come to a stop.

"What's

a matter with me? This is ridiculous. A couple of kisses that didn't

really mean anything and now I can't think straight."

He

resolved to put the bombshell woman out of his mind as traffic finally

picked up and he exited a short time later pulling into Heather's

neighborhood.

The

number of times he had pulled up into this same driveway were too

numerous to count. He looked up at the big, white, two-story house,

recalling all the parties and events he had attended here. He was just

about to get out of the car when his cell phone rang, and to his

surprise, it was Roxy's number on the display.

"Hello?"

he said into the phone, wondering what she could want from him now. She

knew he was going to be on his date with Heather tonight.

"David? It's Mrs. Foster."

"Mrs. Foster? What are you doing with Roxy's phone?"

"Oh,

she would be mad as a hornet if she knew I called you, but I felt like

you should know. Emily had an accident today, and she's in the

hospital."

"What happened?" said David as a cold chill gripped him.

"She

fell on the playground at her day camp. They think it might be a

concussion, but they're not sure. We're at the hospital now. Roxy is

pretty torn up about it, and she could use a friend. I told her to call

you, but she wouldn't do it, so I got her phone out of her purse while

she was at the nurse's station. I can't talk long she'll be back any

second."

"Which hospital are you in?"

"Park Side General. Oh! I have to go. I can't stay with her tonight, and she could use a shoulder. Todd is nowhere to be found."

"I

understand." David took another look up at the big house and then put

his car in reverse even as he dialed Heather's number with his other

hand.

"Heather? I'm sorry I'm going to have to cancel our date tonight."

Roxy

sat by her daughter's bedside, holding her tiny hand in hers, fighting

back the tears that she knew would have only served to frighten the

little girl. The doctors had assured her that the concussion was mild,

and though they were going to hold her overnight for observation, she

should be able to go home in the morning. The fear that had gripped her

when the people at the day camp had called, hadn't been lessened by that

prognosis, and she still felt it like a weight sitting on her heart.

"My head hurts, Mommy" whispered her little girl.

"I know, Baby. The nurse is going to be back in a minute to give you something to make it feel better."

The

door to the room opened, and Roxy turned expecting the nurse, wondering

for a moment if the one time she had smoked a joint back in college was

coming to haunt her; because it appeared that a giant Teddy bear was

pushing its way into the room.

"You

know they really should let you use the freight elevators when you have

a load this big," said David as he carried the stuffed bear in front of

him.

"David; Is that for me?" asked Emily, her headache forgotten for the moment.

"I thought we could call him, Bonk, after what you did to your noggin," said David grinning.

"I love Bonk!" said Emily, pressing her head to the enormous bears stomach after David situated it in the bed.

"Where did you find that monstrosity?" asked Roxy in surprise.

"In the gift shop. He looked lonely, and I thought I knew the perfect home for him."

"I'm going to have to get a bigger apartment," she said in fake irritation as she pulled David aside.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Heather, on your big date?"

"Yes,

but Mrs. Foster called me and told me what happened. I canceled my date

with Heather. We can still do it tomorrow night, no big deal."

"I'm

touched David, but you don't have to be here. Emily is going to be

alright, and there's no reason for you to miss your date."

"You're here alone," he observed.

"Yeah; I tried to call Todd, but I'm sure he is passed out under a pool table somewhere."

"I'm not going to leave you alone in a big hospital, dealing with this by yourself. My date can wait."

"David; You really don't have to be here," she insisted.

He took her hand looking into her eyes, "Roxy, I'm right where I want to be."

David

looked so much older all of the sudden, like he had matured in front of

her eyes, though she suspected a part of her had always seen him this

way.

She fought down another urge to cry as she hugged him close, whispering, "I'm glad you're here."

He gave her a tight squeeze, drinking in the softness of her cheek on his, before he took a step back and smiled at Emily.

"Now!" said David dramatically, "who wants to hear a story about dragons!"

Emily

eventually got sleepy from the meds the nurse gave her and dozed off

clinging to the soft fluffiness of the over-sized bear in her bed. Roxy

sat next to her, stroking her hair.

"You look tired," said David in a low voice.

"It's been a long day," she admitted.

"Why don't you rest in the chair? I can watch over Emily for a while. I promise I'll wake you if anything happens."

"I would argue, but I'm too tired," she admitted changing places with him.

It

wasn't easy to get comfortable in the narrow chair, but she managed to

find a position that didn't hurt too badly. As she started to drift off,

her last clear image was one of David holding Emily's hand and singing

softly to her while she slept.

In

the morning, Roxy brought David a steaming cup of coffee, waking him

from where he was dozing. They had changed places during the night, and

though she had offered to let him go home, David had insisted on seeing

things through, now that he was here.

"I'm pretty sure my boss will give me the day off," he said yawning before he curled up in the chair.

"Smart-ass!" she whispered.

Emily

was looking much perkier, and the doctors kept their word discharging

her into her mother’s care. David stayed with her while Roxy brought the

car around to pick her up at the main entrance, and once she was

buckled safely in the back seat, they shared another hug on the

sidewalk.

"Thanks again for being here."

"I

was happy to do it. I thought after I get some rest I might stop by and

check on her later. I could bring a pizza or something. What kind does

she like?"

"Don't you have a date to worry about?"

"I can go out with Heather anytime."

"If you wait too long she might lose interest and just stay with Alex," cautioned Roxy.

"If she holds me in no more regard than that, then she wasn't the right girl for me. Now about that pizza?"

"David; I don't want you to throw away all the effort we went too. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I'm not sure anymore; I've been thinking about someone else lately."

David

was looking at her so intently it made her nervous like a girl about to

be asked on a first date. She thought about what Mrs. Foster had said

to her, but deep down, she wasn't convinced that this was the right

thing for him. He was so young and had his whole life ahead of him to

meet someone without the kind of baggage she was carrying. Someone

closer to his age.

"I; I think you would be better off concentrating on Heather."

"Is that what you want me to do?"

Roxy

swallowed hard. A part of her wanting to say, "No! I want you to be

with me; " but she couldn't get over the feeling that she was being

selfish.

"I need to go we're blocking the pickup spot. Enjoy your date tonight, David."

She

got into her car before he could say another word and pulled away from

the curb. In her rearview mirror she could see him staring forlornly

after her until she lost sight of him at the next turn.

David stood on the now-empty sidewalk and sighed.

"I

guess I was reading too much into this whole thing," he thought, but it

had sure seemed to him that she was hesitating, that she wanted to say

more. Still, she was right about one thing he couldn't keep Heather

waiting indefinitely. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialing

her number.

"Hi, Heather. I'm sorry about last night. Do you have some time?"

With his phone pressed to his ear, David began walking back to his car.

Grove

Glen Park had been the sight of he and Heathers first date after their

hook up at Wave World, all those years ago,. And it seemed like the

perfect place to talk. David parked his car in the visitor's lot, and

walked down a long winding paved pathway, that ran between a pair of

little league fields, and into a grove of trees, ending at a pond.

Heather was sitting on a bench, flicking bread to a small crowd of ducks

that waddled frantically around her legs.

David

stopped a dozen yards away just to watch. She looked so cute, dressed

in a pair of denim shorts and wearing a loose-fitting white cotton top.

Her laughter filled the air, reminding him of the picnic they had shared

her three years ago. It had been a more innocent time, and he could

never have foreseen how things would end up for them.

A

short distance away was Juniper Hill. There, on a summer night after

they had celebrated Heathers eighteenth birthday that had come just one

month after his own, they had made love for the first time. It had been a

magical moment, about as romantic as a young couple could have hoped

for, with the moonlight shining down on their naked bodies. They had

waited until after the park closed, but there was still an element of

risk, and he recalled how nervous he had been that they would get

caught.

Heather

spotted him standing at the edge of the trail, and her face broke into a

smile. "There you are! I was starting to think you were going to stand

me up." She tossed her last piece of bread, and the ducks parted before

her like she was royalty as she strode toward him.

"Heather," he said by way of greeting not trying to hug her or even offer his hand, not yet.

"I love this place. A lot of memories here." She said, in a sentimental tone.

"Yeah. We had some good times you and I." David concurred.

"Maybe; we could have more?" She added with a raised brow.

David didn't answer, but started walking over to the edge of the pond with Heather falling in beside him.

"Where did you meet her?" she asked.

"Roxy?" he assumed her inference.

"Yeah."

"She works at the plant," he replied evasively.

"She's beautiful." Heather admitted the obvious.

"Yes, she is," David agreed.

"Quite a bit older than you though." Heather began making her case against her rival.

"I hadn't noticed," he said, making Heather frown.

"I would think a relationship like that would be; challenging?" Heather cast a seed of doubt.

"At least I feel like I can trust Roxy. I know she wouldn't run around on me."

"David, I tried to explain what happened between Alex and me."

"I remember. As I recall, it was mostly my fault."

Heather looked away, embarrassed.

"How long had you been seeing each other before graduation?"

"Let's not do this, David. Wouldn't it be better to talk about where things could go instead of dredging up the past?"

"I'll take that to mean it had been a while."

She turned back around, stepping between David and the pond forcing him to look down into her bright, blue eyes.

"I

made a mistake. I admit it. Alex was exciting to be around, but he and I

have never had what you and I shared. I miss you, David. Don't you miss

me?"

"I

miss the girl I kissed at Wave World. I miss the girl I laid with on

Juniper Hill. Things have changed since then though, haven't they?

Neither one of us are those kids anymore."

"Would

you rather be with Roxy? What kind of relationship could you have with

her in the long run, David? I know she could never love you the way I

do."

"How do you love me?" David bluntly inquired.

Heather reached out and took his hand, touching him for the first time. He could feel the softness of her skin.

"With

all my heart. It will be dark soon. Lay with me tonight on Juniper

Hill, just like we did. Let's be that couple again. The couple everyone

else envied."

The

sun was setting behind his shoulder, lighting Heather's face in a warm,

yellow glow. She looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her look

before in the three years he had known her, but somehow it was all

different now.

"Would you still feel this way if Roxy hadn't come along?"

"I never stopped loving you, David," she replied, but he thought he caught a subtle hesitation in her voice.

"That wasn't an answer," he pointed out.

"I don't want to talk about Roxy or Alex. It's only the two of us that should matter. Do I still matter to you, David?"

The ducks had quieted. The air was still, and David Cross squeezed the hand of the only girl he had ever loved.

"I think we both have a lot to learn."

Emily Returns Home.

"Are you comfy enough?" asked Roxy to her daughter, who was currently stuffed into a blanket on the couch.

"Yes; Can we watch TV.?"

"Sure; What do you want to see? How about a Disney movie?"

"I want to see Captain Marauder!" shouted Emily.

"Oh

Boy!" said Roxy with a wince trying to sound excited at the prospect of

hours of poor special effects and over-the-top acting.

She started leafing through the DVD box when a knock came at the door.

"Is the pizza here?" asked Emily.

"I don't think it could be. We just ordered it," replied Roxy sounding puzzled.

She pulled open the door to find David grinning on her stoop.

"Good evening, Ladies! I came with a gift for the girl with a broken head."

Before Roxy could react one way or the other, he stepped past her holding out a DVD to Emily.

"Season 2 of Captain Marauder," he said proudly handing it down to her.

"Oh! Wow! All-new adventures!" said Emily happily, as she tore at the plastic wrapping.

Roxy took the DVD and slipped it into the player, waving David into the kitchen.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know. I wanted to. It's not every day you meet a fellow fan who appreciates the cinematic wonder that is Captain Marauder."

"By 'cinematic wonder,' do you mean low budget piece of shit?"

"Only to the unenlightened," said David, managing to sound serious.

"Why aren't you on your date with Heather?"

"You

know I spent some time today thinking about that, and I decided I just

couldn't bring myself to break up with my current girlfriend."

Roxy rolled her eyes, "We're not together, David."

"Aren't we?" he said, quietly taking a step closer to her.

"It was just a thing to get your girlfriend back," she replied, but her voice was starting to tremble.

"Was that all it was? You never once had any real feelings for me?"

"I; I was trying to help you; " she said, looking away; not able to meet his eyes.

"I think you're lying." He declared his indictment.

He

tilted her head back up with his fingertips forcing her to meet his

gaze. Her eyes were shiny in the low under-cabinet lights of the

kitchen, tears forming in the corners.

"The first time we kissed was for show, so was the second. I want this kiss to mean something."

"David; my life is so messed up. You deserve better."

"What I want, Roxy; is you."

His

face was hovering just inches from hers, and Roxy's heart was beating

so fast in her chest, it seemed as if it would break free.

"If you don't want this, I'll stop," he whispered.

"No. I want you to kiss me," she answered.

They

came together gently, lips slowly touching, softly rubbing. A kiss that

sent a steady warmth flowing through them both, until Roxy groaned in

the back of her throat and threw her arms around David's neck giving him

the hungry kiss she had been dying to, since the parking lot at Wave

World. Their mouths mashed together tightly, and he pulled her close,

feeling the heat of her body. It was a kiss that left them both shaking

when they finally parted.

"Now that was the kiss I was looking for," said David with a grin.

Roxy laughed, leaning in to give him another, when a knock sounded at the door.

"Pizza," Roxy said.

The

timing could have been better, but the pizza was delicious, and the

three of them enjoyed it thoroughly. They sat on the couch, Emily

resting her head on one armrest, David took the other end. Roxy sat in

the meddle, but slowly increased her leaning, into David’s chest. They

continued watching episodes of Captain Marauder with Roxy doing her best

to keep her criticism of the production values to a minimum. As soon as

side one ended, she ordered Emily to bed, much to her young daughter's

disgust. It took some time to get her to settle down, but at last, she

dozed off, snoring quietly in the glow of her night light. Roxy shut her

door and came back down the short hallway finding David still sitting

on the couch.

"She's asleep."

"I can go if you want. You're probably tired after spending the night at the hospital last night," offered David.

"I don't want you to go," she said softly.

The

light switch was on the wall by her hand, and she switched it off,

leaving just the hallway light to provide a dim view of the living room.

David

looked on with eyes that grew a bit wider as she sauntered toward him,

reaching down to unbutton the cotton dress she was wearing. By the time

she was a step away from his sitting form, she had half the outfit

undone exposing the lacy pink bra that enveloped her large, natural

breasts. David stood up from the couch and helped her release the last

few buttons letting the whole thing slide off her shoulders and onto the

floor. Her arms looped around his neck pulling his mouth to hers and

they fell back into the hungry kiss that had been interrupted earlier.

Only this time it grew even hotter and more passionate as their tongues

joined in the action. Roxy's lips felt so perfect on his, so full and

soft sliding all over, making his body shiver. Her tongue swirled around

the inside of his mouth in perfect counterpoint to the movements of her

head, leaving him breathless and shaking.

He

slid his hands up the smooth skin of her back until his fingertips

encountered the broad swath of cloth containing the 4 restraining hooks

that held her full-figure bra in place. They slid apart with surprising

ease, and the weight of her substantial breasts forced the silky garment

away from her where it fell to join her dress. David hugged her tighter

to him, kissing her deeply, returning her passion with his own, letting

his tongue flick sensually across hers. She sighed in the back of her

throat, loving the feel of his hands running down her back. He pulled

back brushing his nose against hers, kissing her forehead.

"You are so beautiful, Roxy," he whispered.

These

weren't words she had never heard before, but somehow they sounded

different coming from David. Many men had told her she was beautiful,

but what they had meant was that she had a hot body, awesome tits, or

her ass looked good in her tight jeans, her legs were sexy in her

shorts; that her face was attractive in the light of the bar. When David

said it, she realized he wasn't looking at those things, his eyes

weren't even open, and for the first time, a man was seeing her, not her

body.

Just like at the water park, David was looking at the woman, Roxy Doyle, and he thought she was beautiful.

A trickle of tears ran down her cheeks, and David frowned.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

"No," she laughed softly, "you said something exactly right."

He

looked confused, which just made him appear even more attractive, and

Roxy pulled him into another kiss this one more fierce and needful than

the last. When they parted, they were both breathing hard.

"Take me to bed, David," she begged.

They

stumbled back up the short hallway, kissing and touching; stopping

periodically so that David could shed another article of clothing so

that by the time they arrived at the bed he was down to his blue cotton

boxers. Roxy sank to her knees, rubbing the obvious bulge on the front

of his underwear with her fingers. He drew in a sharp breath as she

lowered them, letting his long, thick penis swing into the air. It had

been longer than Roxy wanted to admit since she had been in this

position with a man, and she prayed her skills had not eroded. Slowly,

watching his eyes, she took his cock into her mouth, feeling the warmth

of the head slipping across her tongue. David shuddered and let out the

breath he had been holding.

"Jesus; Roxy;" he groaned.

She

took his groan as a good sign and began to slide her head up and down

his penis, getting the shaft all wet, making it shine. David groaned

again, much louder when her hand started to stroke him in time with her

head bobs, feeling his vein covered pole get even harder in her loose

grip.

David

slipped one hand into Roxy's curly hair feeling her movements. He was

not totally inexperienced, but other than Heather he had never been with

a woman this way, and Roxy was much better at this than Heather had

ever been. The urge to release was already torturing him, but he fought

to hold it back, wanting this first time to last. She wasn't making it

easy as she released him from her mouth but stroked his wet cock even

faster in her hand massaging and squeezing the tip. His scrotum surged,

cum starting to force its way up his shaft, and desperate to delay the

inevitable, he pulled Roxy to her feet covering her mouth again with his

before forcing her up onto the bed. He lay next to her, putting one

hand on the side of her head while bringing his lips down over hers,

kissing her slick lips then letting that same hand drift down to her

chest.

Heather

had been a very petite girl with breasts commensurate with her size,

tight, perky mounds about the size of his palm, that David could

comfortably hold. Roxy was not remotely in the same ballpark. Her

breasts were enormous by comparison. Big, naturally hung, much too large

to hold easily. Her tits were still surprisingly firm and David loved

the way her wide, light pink areolas were darkening into a deep rosy red

as her excitement grew. He started to kiss his way down her neck,

letting his tongue run over her upper chest and down one long slope

aiming at the hard peak of her thick, firm nipple.

"David!

Ah! It's been so long;" she hissed as he hit home, sucking her stiff

nipple into his mouth and letting his tongue run circles around it.

Roxy

closed her eyes and arched her back slightly as waves of pleasure

rolled through her stomach, making her pussy run wet. David was playing

with her breasts with just the right mix of pleasure and pain, torturing

her with slow licks that turned into hard love bites that made her gasp

every time. Then he was on the move again, kissing his way across her

stomach, hooking his fingers into the corners of her pink panties and

carefully sliding them down.

The

odor of her damp womanhood filled his nostrils, and David nuzzled

Roxy's soft, curly pubic hairs, teasing the top of her vaginal hood with

kisses before he pushed her legs apart and moved between them.

He

was greeted by the wet, swollen flesh of her labia, and he slipped his

tongue between the folds running it upward. Roxy gasped and arched her

back even more, grabbing at David's head.

"Right there; Oh! Sweet Jesus! David!" she moaned.

He took the hint flicking his tongue around the top of her hood, making her whimper and thrash on the bed.

"Oh; oh fuck! Oh! Fuck! David; David; Ah! God! Yes! Yes! Oh! David!"

The

orgasm came out of nowhere, catching Roxy entirely off guard. She

twisted on the bed, feeling a wave of pleasure so strong crash through

her body it made her feel dizzy for a moment.

"God, I don't remember the last time I came like that; " she whispered still shaking a little.

David slid back up next to her, and she reached out to stroke his face with her fingertips.

"Now it's your turn," she said, leaning over to plant a hot, deep, French kiss on his mouth pushing him over onto his back.

Roxy

pulled herself on top, throwing one leg over to straddle David's hips

all the while still kissing him with long, sensual thrusts of her

tongue. When she rose up, he had a perfect view of her naked body rising

above him, and the sight of her took his breath away. She pressed her

dripping slit onto his phallus, rubbing it back and forth as David

squirmed beneath her.

"You're so hard, David; I love the way you feel against me; I want you inside me so bad; " she teased.

He

slid his hands up across her stomach to cover her breasts, running his

fingers over her hard nipples, and she bit her lower lip.

"You like this, don't you?" he perused.

She nodded, "My nipples are my kryptonite; if you play with them too much, things happen."

"Like this?" he asked, twisting them roughly.

"Oh, Fuck! David," she cried, throwing her head back.

When she looked at him again, her eyes shown with wild lust.

"I am going to ride the cum out of you!"

She

took hold of him and guided his rock hard cock into her body, lowering

herself onto his dick until it sank completely into her pulsing vagina.

"Ah! Oh; shit; Shit!" she gasped, biting her lip again.

"Are you okay?" he asked not quite able to tell if she was enjoying it, or in pain.

"It's

good; It's just; been awhile; " she gasped, letting her pussy settle

onto his girth, she wouldn't want to buff his ego too much, but he was

considerably bigger than Todd.

Slowly

she began to move, grinding her clitoris on his tip, then taking him

with slow rolling movements of her hips. David caught on to her rhythm

and pushed on her downward arc, meeting her thrusts, pressing his cock

deeper into the warm, slippery insides of her love hole. They both began

to breath harder, grunting, groaning, crying out to one another. David

touched her face, and Roxy took his hand, sucking on one of his fingers,

turning him on even worse. The pressure was becoming unbearable between

his legs, and he doubted he could hold back much longer. He used his

free hand to play with her breast again rubbing and pinching her thick

nipple.

"Oh! Fuck! David! I warned you about that; It makes me want to cum so bad!"

"Cum for me, Roxy; " he begged, pulling on her nipple.

"Oh.

Oh. Oh! Fuck me! David, I'm going to cum again! Ah! Ah! David! David!

Ah! God Yes!" she cried, throwing her head back and shaking the bed.

He

couldn't recall ever feeling Heather cum like Roxy did right then, her

pussy squeezing his cock so hard he could feel it like a fist milking

him. The sensation hit his balls and the surge he had been barely

holding back cut loose in a hot eruption of semen.

There was no stopping it this time.

"Roxy!

Roxy! God, Baby, I'm cumming!" he cried, gripping her breasts tightly

as his cock swelled and jerked between her legs filling her to bursting

with his seed.

It

took quite some time for the ripples of pleasure to subside, but

eventually, Roxy slipped free of David's slowly shrinking manhood and

joined him back on the bed, where he cradled her head on his hairy

chest.

"Damn, that was good; I had forgotten it could be like that."

David wrapped his arms around her basking in the afterglow, stroking her hair while Roxy ran her fingers through his chest hair.

The sound of a ringing cell phone startled them both.

"Sorry;

It's Todd," whispered Roxy glancing over at the nightstand where her

phone was flashing. She untangled herself from David and picked it up.

"Hello?

Oh; So now you're calling. It's about thirty-two hours too late, Todd,

we're already back from the hospital. I left you six messages for crying

out loud! No, Emily is fine, if that matters to you. Don't make

excuses; it belittles us both. We know where you were and why. Fine; You

can see her tomorrow, but you had better be sober when you get here, or

I won't let you past the door."

She put the phone back grunting in disgust. David swung around to slide up behind her, putting his arms around her once again.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly in her ear then kissed her shoulder.

Roxy

touched one of his hands smiling in the semi-darkness, "You may not

have the years to your name, David, but Mrs. Foster was right you're

already a better man than Todd Freawinkle will ever be."

David's

head came up, and he bit his lip to keep from laughing, but she could

feel his body shudder with his attempt to hold it in.

"Your married name was; Freawinkle?"

A

laugh escaped his lips in spite of his efforts, and Roxy smacked his

thigh in mock annoyance. "You know we're having a moment here and you're

ruining it."

"Sorry," said David trying to calm his laughter, "but; seriously, Freawinkle?"

"You're

lucky I like you so much," said Roxy turning her head and looping an

arm back to pull his mouth to hers, silencing his laugher with a soft

kiss. David squeezed her tighter as the kiss grew deeper, their tongues

gently touching and adding to the fire.

They ended up back on the bed, but this time, David rolled Roxy onto her back, sliding between her legs.

"Ready again so soon?" she asked.

"I can't get enough of you, and also this is the advantage of dating the young guy."

"I

can feel that; " she said, feeling how hard he was already, his long

shaft slipping through her pubic hairs to rub up against her juicy slit.

He

brought his mouth down to her chest, teasing the stiff peaks of her

nipples that he now knew to be her weak spot. Roxy groaned, slipping a

hand into his wavy hair.

"David! I love that so much!"

"I want you, Roxy."

"I need you, David; right now."

They

both cried out as David pressed himself back into her body, joining

their flesh again. Roxy ran her nails across his back, reaching down to

squeeze his tight, muscular ass while he drove himself into her, over

and over. Her tits bounced with his thrusts as they got harder and more

desperate. He rose up, looking into her frantic eyes.

"I'm so close." she whimpered, clinging tighter.

"God, Roxy. It feels so good with you!"

"Cum with me, David. I; Uh; I want us to go together."

The

bed started to creak beneath their thrashing bodies, groans and

lust-filled cries echoed in the small confines of the bedroom, until

both of their bodies snapped taunt at the same time. David exploding

again inside her, adding to the cream that already filled her vagina.

Roxy held him tight to her, loving every moment, while her body

convulsed in one hard orgasm after another, until they were both spent

and fell together onto the covers.

"Best boyfriend ever!" she whispered in his ear.

Epilogue.

"Hurry up! I want to see them feed the elephants!" said Emily.

Her short legs were carrying her along at a surprising clip forcing Roxy and David to break into a near run to keep up.

"Still think dating an older woman with a kid is fun?" she gasped.

"It definitely helps keep you in shape," replied David.

The

zoo was packed with families, small children darting to and fro. The

trio reached the elephant enclosure where a trainer in a gray uniform

was feeding two of the mighty pachyderms. Emily ran up to the edge of

the sidewalk, almost putting her nose to the fence and hopping up and

down with excitement.

"Can

you hold her balloon for me?" asked Roxy who handed the string attached

to it to him, and David looped it over his wrist while his girlfriend

went to boost her daughter up so she could see better.

He

watched them from where he stood, thinking back to the beginning of

summer, when his life had seemingly taken a miserable turn. In a short

time, he had lost his girlfriend to a guy he hated, his summer job to

the same fellow, and been forced away from his friends to land in a

position he was sure he was going to hate. Two months later, he had a

beautiful new girlfriend, with a daughter who never ceased to amaze him,

a brand new adventure in college right around the corner, and that job

he had been poised to hate hadn't turned out to be so bad. If nothing

else it had brought Roxy into his life, and that alone made those

ridiculously early mornings worthwhile.

"Can I have an ice cream cone?" asked Emily, pointing at the stand that she could see from her high perch.

"I guess, but no more sugar after that," said her mother easing her to the ground.

"Can we go to the water park sometime? I'm swimming real good now."

Roxy looked uncomfortable for a moment glancing at David. "I don't know;"

"Sure we can, maybe next weekend," cut in David.

Emily walked ahead with a smile, as the couple fell in behind.

"Are you worried about my friends seeing us with Emily?" David said with a sensitive tone?

"A little, maybe. I mean before, I was the mysterious hot chick. Now I'll just be the Cougar mom."

"I think you have to be over forty to be considered a Cougar." David chided.

"If I were over forty, this relationship would be even weirder." Roxy chuckled.

"I like this relationship exactly how it is," said David as they stopped at the ice cream stand.

Roxy put an arm around his waist while they waited in line.

"Are you sure?" she asked him.

"Mommy is scared of the water," said Emily thinking they were still talking about a trip to the water park.

"That's okay, she's decorative," replied David leaning over to kiss his girlfriend.

Roxy returned his affection, reaching up to touch his face.

"Maybe a beard would make you look a little older?" she redirected the issue.

"I'm old enough," he remarked, stepping up to buy them some cones.

Roxy looked on as he handed a cone to Emily, patting her on the head. Despite her social worries, she had no doubt he was right.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. For Literotica.