"Ohhhhh." Anita moaned, her hands coming to the back of my head.
When she came, her legs trembled so badly that I feared she was going to fall on me. Somehow she kept her balance, riding through the tremors I gave her.
I stood up, my dick straining out before me, with the intention of sinking into that slippery channel and taking her standing up while her oil slickened body slid against mine. But Anita had other plans.
"I still need oil on my back." She told me.
Dutifully I picked up the bottle while she turned herself around. I poured a quantity onto her shoulder blades and it tracked a course down towards her ass. I massaged the oil into her skin, working my way lower once more until my hand was probing between the cheeks of her ass. I dumped more oil, getting her good and slippery in the valley, running my hand in and out. Anita really liked it when her ass was played with and I could hear her heavy breathing as I paid her attention there.
She stepped backward a step and bent over, exposing her crotch and ass to me.
"You know what I want." She breathed, her hand going up to her pussy where it began to rub.
"I think I do." I told her, pouring a little more oil into my hands and then dropping the bottle to the floor.
I put my oily hands back between her ass cheeks and touched the bud of her anus with my index finger. I pushed forward and the digit slid into her back passage, lubing the way as her hot tunnel squeezed me. I probed in and out for a minute and then added a second finger. Anita moaned her approval.
"C'mon!" She commanded. "Do it!"
I pulled my fingers from her and grasped my cock in one hand. With the other hand I spread her slippery cheeks apart. I moved forward, putting the head against her slick asshole. I probed forward once, feeling the orifice grip at me and then I pushed into her, sliding deep into her ass in one fluid motion.
"Yessssss!" Anita groaned and I had to agree with her. Her passage was tight and slick.
I dropped my hands to her hips and began to move in and out of her, feeling her gripping and releasing, hearing her excited moans over the patter of the water. Her hand began to move faster between her legs and her hips began to move backward against me as I moved forward.
She came again and the erratic spasming of her ass around my cock brought my own orgasm forward. With Anita giving me obscene encouragement, I blasted my load deep into her bowels.
After coming she quickly rinsed herself off and got out of the shower, leaving me to give myself another once-over with the soap, particularly in my crotch. As I cleaned my body I gave silent thanks for Anita. She'd given me just what I needed and I felt better, calmer than I had before coming over. I was pleased to find that I had come quite nicely without having to think of Nina at all. In fact she'd hardly entered my mind.
Dinner was up to it's usual standards, which was excellent, and by the time it was over and the kids were in bed I was ready for another session. So was Anita. We went to her bedroom and spent about an hour pleasuring each other in the conventional fashion.
After this, as we were lying together on her bed, sweat drying on our bodies, my seed dribbling from between her thighs and puddling on her comforter I stared at the ceiling, letting my thoughts flow. Beside me, Anita was in a semi-stupor, drifting towards a full-fledged sleep. She often drifted off after we were done, leaving me to shower and find my way out alone. I'd always taken this as a sign that I'd done a good job.
I thought of Anita, thinking back on our relationship together since that first time I'd come over pleading for her help with a girlfriend problem, engineering her seduction of me. Since then we'd never gone a week without finding ourselves in each other's arms, in each other's body. As far as physical pleasure went she still remained the best. I wondered if, when she met the man she would marry, she would constantly compare him to me? Or would she maybe teach him some of my techniques? This thought actually amused me, making me chuckle for perhaps the first time during that miserable week. Anita teaching her new boyfriend and future husband some of the things she'd learned from a teenager.
I yawned and stretched, preparing to hop out of her bed and head for the shower when a thought from left field suddenly struck me. I froze in mid-stretch, coming fully awake, turning me head and looking at my bed-partner that was just about to give in to the final submersion of sleep.
Anita was already supposed to be dating the man that would marry her! She was supposed to have met him before Tracy graduated from high school. I remembered that clearly from my previous life. He'd been at her side at Tracy's funeral! By the time I went off to college she was supposed to have married him and moved away. But she was doing none of that. She had no boyfriend. The closest thing she had was… me.
What had happened? Why hadn't she started dating him? Why wasn't she falling into her previous pattern as Beirut and Nina were doing? I tried as hard as I could to rationalize a reason for the absence of the boyfriend but only one explanation held water. I had interfered with that by starting a relationship of my own with her.
What had been his name? I thought, trying to remember back over a considerable span of years. Something with a J in it was all I could come up with at first. The name danced for a while on the tip of my tongue until finally I was able to snag it. The last name continued to elude me but a first name was all I needed.
"Anita?" I said, shaking her gently until her eyes opened a little. She stared up at me blearily.
"Whu?" She grumbled.
"Do you know anybody named Jack?" I asked her.
"Huh?" She said, waking up a little more now.
"Jack." I repeated. "Do you know anyone named Jack?"
"My ex-father-in-law's name is Jack." She said. "Do you mean him?"
"No." I shook my head. "Any other ones?"
She thought for a second. "Well there's Jack Valentine at work." She said.
Bingo! Once she told me the last name it came back to me. Her future married name was supposed to be Anita Valentine.
"Why would you ask that?" She wanted to know.
"Tell me about Jack Valentine." I prodded her.
She gave me a puzzled look for a second but, like Tracy and Nina, she was well used to the occasional strange question or statement from me. "He transferred to my department about a year ago." She finally said. "He's divorced and kind of good looking. He asked me out a few times last year but finally he gave up when I kept turning him down. He's dating some tramp from accounting now. Word has it their relationship isn't going so well."
"Why," I asked cautiously, "Did you turn him down when he asked you out?"
She looked at me strangely and then smiled. "Why would I want to go out with some pinhead when I got you?" She asked. "You take care of ALL my needs. Well, most of them anyway."
"Anita," I said, thinking as quickly as I could about how I was going to phrase this. If I'd learned nothing else from my experience with Julie it was to treat a woman during a conversation like this as you would an unexploded bomb. "Don't you think that, well, maybe you should occasionally go out with guys your own age?"
"Why?" She asked softly.
Why? "Uh…, well, you know, because you might want to uh, develop a relationship with a man and maybe, you know, get married again someday."
"I would like to get married again someday." She told me, scooting a little closer to me. "And I DO have a relationship with a guy going. You."
"But Anita." I said. "I'm only seventeen years old. I'm in high school. I'll be going off to college next year."
"I know." She nodded, slapping playfully at me with her hand. "And once you're eighteen years old we won't have to keep our relationship a secret anymore. We'll be free."