"Lookin' good, Man!" Lon chuckled, watching the couple through the kitchen window. "I think he’s got her on the run!"
Rick, watching over Lon’s shoulder, agreed. "I wonder how he does it?"
"Dunno," Lon grunted. "But the dude we’ve been hangin' out with for the last couple of days isn’t the Toby we’re used to." He whipped up the camera and took a shot through the window. "This is good — nobody can hear the shutter click."
"Well, I bet you won’t get any money shots from here!" Rick murmured. "Mom doesn’t have sex in the kitchen."
"Hey, you never know…" Lon replied.
"Want to make a bet?" Rick challenged.
"Sure," Lon grinned. "Five bucks says they don’t do it in the bedroom."
"You’re on!" Rick grinned. "In the meantime, we’d better figure out how we’re gonna get pics when they go upstairs…"
"Shit! Got a ladder?" Lon queried.
Jean’s head was fuzzy; tracking the conversation in the face of Toby’s caresses was becoming difficult — and squatting before him wasn’t that comfortable, either! "I’m sure Candace is only doing what you ask because it’s what she wants to do…"
Toby considered this. "Maybe, but if she is, she is going to some lengths. That’s why I need you with me — I need a second opinion … Let’s go in the den — you’re uncomfortable and we still need to talk." He rose from the chair, bringing Jean up with him, then led her off toward the den — and its big leather couch.
"They’re moving! Lon erupted.
"Which way?" Rick asked.
"Ummm, they don’t seem to be headed for the stairs…"
"The den, then," Rick advised. "There is a front window, but the curtains could be closed — and it’s a little exposed for us…"
"C’mon!" Lon led the pair to the side gate.
Meanwhile, Toby settled Jean on the couch. He didn’t go after the robe; he merely penetrated it as if it were Swiss cheese, pulling her to him, legs across his lap, and pushing a hand inside to continue his caresses.
Jean got back some control on the trip in, but she wasn’t up to fighting with both Toby and her sensuous side; besides, Toby wasn’t being pushy. — in fact, part of her wanted him to move on… "Dear, what makes you think it is more than Candace just doing what it takes to please you in order to get her way?"
Toby lipped Jean’s neck for a moment, then said, "In the first place, it’s not Candace’s way to bow to anybody, for any reason. In the second, well, I pressed her some, and she put up with it — even doing new things…"
"Like what?" Jean asked. Salacious details might cause the situation to deteriorate further, but she HAD to know…
"Like the fact that I controlled things when we had sex — I actually denied her an orgasm on two or three occasions! And I got her to deep-throat me — which is apparently something totally new…" Toby replied, then went back to attacking Jean’s neck.
"Really?" Jean was amazed — That didn’t sound ANYTHING like the Candace she knew! "Wow! Either she wants to control Beth REALLY BAD, or…" Or what? Or Toby could control Candace like a puppet on a string? "If she’s going to bend over backwards for you…"
Toby saw where Jean’s thought process was going. "I can use her, of course — but that doesn’t fulfill my needs. Candace, well, isn’t my type. I can use her for sex, but…"
"Dear," Jean sighed, "that’s all you should do with EITHER of us!" But her heart raced…
"Maybe," Toby agreed, "but I have other needs, too. I don’t need a mistress, and I don’t need a slave — I need a partner — someone I can trust…"
This was just what Jean wanted to hear; to date, all of her sexual activity had been within the framework of a relationship. Even her sex with Toby two days before hadn’t been stranger sex, and had been approached romantically. Jean knew that her reaction was irrational, but that didn’t keep it from happening; a warm rush enveloped her. "I’ll be here for you," she promised fervently.
At that point, things drifted away from conversation; Toby’s hug of gratitude brought Jean in close and she just didn’t leave! She knew it was wrong, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she had lived in denial too long and she remembered all too well the value of what Toby was offering … His lips electrified her neck and her body yearned for his touch; it was too much for the rational side of her to resist! "Oooohhhh…" she moaned and leaned in to return his touch, satisfying her hands with the feel of his lean flanks under his T-shirt.
"Can you see?" Rick asked.
"Yeah," Lon replied, distracted. The opening in the drapes was big enough not to interfere with the camera lens and the sun was obliging him by ducking behind some somewhat ominous clouds — a summer shower was in the making — and the huge, untrimmed rhododendron in front of the window shielded himself and Rick from casual observation. Now it was time to see if Toby could turn the trick — right there in the den, preferably! He got a shot of Toby and Jean, clinched, their hands wandering under each other’s clothing — not absolutely damning, but suggestive — and dropped back to show Rick. "Think the light is good enough?"
Rick took the camera and brought the picture up on the LED screen for viewing. "Yeah. Not exactly studio quality, but enough to scare Mom — especially if they get going…" He handed the camera back to Lon, who repositioned himself just in time to catch Jean and Toby’s first kiss.
If they had been working on serious rules of engagement for their activity, kissing would have been out — it’s too romantic for fuck-buddies and hookers. But Jean and Toby — especially Jean — had emotional needs, and the planned roles had flown out the window moments before. The kiss, more or less blundered into as the pair shifted targets, started chaste but rapidly evolved into a full-fledged tongue-duel that neither of them cared to break off. That meant that Toby had to learn to breathe while kissing; his lack of practice at it forced the first disengagement as he totally ran out of air… "Wow!" he gasped, sucking in a lungful of air.
"Oh, Toby!" Jean wanted to leap on him and tear his clothes off and merge with him — a concept in her mind not totally sexual, but definitely including that component — but she held herself back — not for the prudent reason, but because her limited experience told her that throwing herself at her partner both scared him and tended to make him undervalue her. Jean’s rational side had been overridden; she was fully involved in an increasingly romantic interlude and was no longer evaluating the situation for positive and negative aspects. No, she was with a man worthy to be her partner, by all of her primary criteria, and she had gone without for too long to look such a gift horse in the mouth. Her body had needs, and her heart had needs — and if her nagging rational mind had issues, they could wait; her heart and her body had waited too long. Emotion rolled over her like a tsunami, and the dark worries in the back of her mind were inundated. She hesitated, but only in order not to drive this wonderful man away!
As for Toby, he understood the fuck-buddy concept, but there was too much going on in his life; he needed an anchor. Jean was passionate while being capable of rational objectivity — and both sides of her were of value to him — so he hesitated only momentarily as he gazed into her somewhat starry eyes before moving in to attempt another kiss.
Jean may have hesitated to initiate, but she rushed to accommodate; the robe went off her shoulders and down her arms before she clasped herself to him again. Toby took the acquiescence at face value and let his hands roam free, using the small amount of attention he had left after concentrating on the kiss. He’d defeated her short nightie while it was still under the robe, so repeating that incursion required no thought; on the other hand, they were too close in to one another for him to get to her breasts — so he settled for her ass.