Her fingers began probing her pussy slit, touching her clit along with the underside of my cock as it slowly sawed back and forth. "Yes...", she admitted.
I let go of her wrist and she kept her hand in place, so I ran my hand up her body to tease her nipples. Shelley shuddered and came. I pumped some more, and then pushed in deeply, and rolled her further, so that she was face down on the comforter while I was laying on top of her from behind. I lifted up slightly and straddled her legs, and began pumping into her from behind more forcefully. God she felt so tight and wet and hot!
Shelley was definitely enjoying the ride. Both hands were buried beneath her, rubbing her clit and pussy, and she was almost babbling, 'Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Oh God!", I exclaimed, and one of her pussy spasms sent me over the edge. Another load shot out of me into her overheated snatch, and I collapsed down on top of her back, as my hips weakly churned and finished pumping. I just lay there on top of her, sweaty and disgusting.
After I rolled off her, Shelley just lay there face down on the comforter. "That was ... amazing! Where did you learn... ?"
I smiled. "Like I told you before, I never kiss and tell. I take it you liked that little trick?"
"When can we do it again?"
"Maybe later. Suddenly, I'm very hungry." Just as suddenly, Shelley's stomach growled, and she blushed fiercely. I just laughed, and sat up. "Any chance we can make lunch?", I asked.
She groaned and rolled over, looking for her clothing and blushing. "I need to clean up first. I'm starting to feel kind of yucky." She turned her face away from me.
"That just means we're doing it right!", I laughed. I reached out with my fingertips and tilted her face back to mine, and then kissed her lips gently. "You are an amazing and beautiful lady."
She kissed me fiercely and might have wanted more, but her stomach growled again, and she pulled away, turning bright red. "I need to clean up. I'll be back down in a minute or two."
I lightly held her wrist. "Soup and sandwiches?" She nodded agreement. "Okay, don't hurry back. Why don't you take a quick shower and get dressed again. By the time you come back down, I'll have some things ready. Okay?"
"Okay." We stood up, grabbing our clothing.
I had another thought as I saw her pick up her blouse and skirt. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Do you have a pair of high heels?"
She turned and looked at me curiously. "I have a pair of high heeled sandals. Why?"
"I want you to put on your shortest skirt, and your tiniest top, and your high heels, and come back down. Will you do that for me?"
Shelley giggled. "Give me a few minutes."
"Take your time. I'll be in the kitchen."
Shelley scampered up the stairs and I walked into the kitchen, still naked. I dropped my clothing on the table and went over to the kitchen sink, where I used a clean dishcloth to wash up. I scrubbed off all over. Back in the day, this was known as a whore's bath, but I didn't think I wanted to tell that one to Shelley. Hell, it would probably just gross her out if she knew her mom was going to wash the dishes that night with a dishcloth I had wiped my cock clean with. It would gross me out, too!
I pulled my jeans on commando fashion, along with my shirt, which I left unbuttoned. Her house wasn't much different than mine, although ours didn't have a basement. I found the pantry and pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup and found a clean pot and made soup. I put that on the burner, on low, and dug bread and cold cuts out of the fridge, along with mayo and mustard. I set it out, along with a couple of plates, and waited for Shelley's return.
It was worth the wait. I turned when I heard the sound of high heels coming down the stairs. She was a little clumsy on them, but I couldn't care less. "Is this all right?", she asked nervously.
"Oh, yeah!", I replied, nodding. The heels were a classy set with at least a two inch height. I suspected the skirt and top were from last year, and she had outgrown them. The skirt was extremely short, white cotton, and very light and flirty. The top was a tank top that looked sprayed on, and short enough that a band of skin showed at the waist. "You look great! You should wear that to school someday."
She laughed at that. "In your dreams!"
"You look good enough to eat! In fact, that gives me an idea!"
Just then her stomach growled. "Good idea, bad timing. Let's have lunch first." She came into the kitchen.
"Well, at least I know what I'm having for dessert.", I replied. She grinned at this.
I poured the soup into bowls while she made us both a ham and cheese sandwich, on white, with mustard. I set Shelley's bowl on the side of the table, instead of across from me, so that I could watch her better. "You look tremendous!" I told her. A quick glance at her lap showed the skirt had ridden up enough so that I knew she had skipped on the panties.
"Thank you!", she said with a blush. "You don't think I look cheap, do you?"
"No, I think you look smoking hot!" She grinned at that. "Besides, it's just you and me. It's not like I'm going to say anything to anybody! It doesn't matter if you look cheap, as long as it turns me on, right?"
She smiled coyly. "And does it?"
"I'll let you know after dessert." That earned another blush and a grin.
Lunch was a hurried affair; dessert was of greater interest to both of us. When we were finished with lunch, Shelley took our plates over to the kitchen sink, and then came back to take my hand and go back to the comforter. I had a slightly different idea. I held onto her hand and pulled her back to the table. "I like to eat my dessert at the table.", I announced.
"Carl?"
I leaned down and quickly kissed her on the lips and then stepped back. Placing my hands on her waist, I lifted her up and sat her on the dining room table. Finally, a use for my new muscles other than just defending myself!
Shelley looked shocked, as she sat there at the end of the table. "Carl!?"
I pulled out the chair and sat down directly in front of her, spreading her legs apart and sliding forward. This chair, like the one at the other end, had armrests built in, while the ones on the side of the table didn't, so I suspected this was either her mother's or father's chair. I grinned up at her. I tugged her forward so that her pretty little pussy was at the edge of the table, and said, "Now this is what I call dessert!"
Shelley shrieked happily as I ate my dessert. After her first orgasm, I pulled back and looked up at her. "I bet you'll be thinking about this at dinner tonight!" I then ate her out some more. Afterwards, I stood up, dropped my trousers, and fucked her right there on the table. Thank God it was sturdy!
By mid-afternoon, we were both running out of steam. I taught Shelley about the cowgirl position (save a horse, ride a cowboy!) and then we decided we needed to clean things up. She let me shower first, so I didn't smell like a whorehouse on Sunday morning, and then she took another shower. The comforter went into the washing machine, and the windows were opened to air out the house. We even went down to the basement and smoked about half a carton through the filter before one of her parents came home. It had been a productive day, in more ways than one.