Change Of Life_(0)

Miranda Parkes sang along with the car radio as she made a

right turn onto Jefferson Avenue and then a quick left over to

Madison Street. The song had been popular back in her high school

days and brought back happy memories to the forty-eight year old.

Then again, she really didn't need anything to feel good right now,

not after leaving the doctor’s office and her yearly physical a half

hour before with a clean bill of health. In her happy state and

with lunchtime so near, Miranda decided to stop by her older

sister’s house and see if she’d like to go out for lunch.

It wasn’t often that the two of them got to do that

anymore. At least not since Miranda had gone back to work a few

years back to help with the kids’ college costs. Now, with both her

son and daughter out on their own, the salt and pepper haired

woman found that she liked it too much to quit. Working at the

Office Barn might not have been her dream job, but it beat sitting

at home in a now empty house and watching the soaps.

Work wasn’t something that her sister, Alice, had ever had

to concern herself with. While Miranda’s husband, Ralph, was

successful enough as the manager of a local electronics store,

Peter Moore, whom Alice had married right out of college, owned a

string of dry cleaning stores that made the two of them much

more than comfortable. That Peter had been twelve years older

than Alice or that their marriage had been childless hadn’t seemed

to matter.

A last turn down Washington Place brought Miranda to

Alice’s house, a nice Colonial at the end of the street. As she

pulled in front, Miranda was disappointed to see that neither of

their cars were in the driveway. She then remembered Alice

saying something about planning to take her car in for service this

week and it looked like this was the day. So much for going out for

lunch.

“Well, maybe another day,” Miranda said to herself as she

adjusted her glasses and glanced back over her shoulder to check

traffic before pulling out.

She had just put the car in gear and was about to release

the brake when she remembered that she was still carrying some

papers from the family lawyer in her purse that Alice had asked

her to pick up for her. She had been carrying them for two weeks,

forgetting to give them to her twice.

“Maybe I’ll just leave them here before I forget them a

third time,” she thought as she put the car back into park and

turned off the engine.

Walking up to the front door, Miranda decided not to leave

the envelope in the mailbox since, after all, the information was

personal and not something that Alice might want someone else

reading. Searching through her bag once more, she quickly came

up with the emergency keys that both sisters carried.

After letting herself in through the kitchen door, Miranda

put the envelope on the counter where Alice was sure to see it and

scribbled a short note across it. Just enough to say she stopped

by and was sorry she missed her.

Miranda was about to go when she thought she heard a noise

from the living room. At first, she was sure it was her imagination,

but after hearing it a second time, she was almost sure that

someone else was in the house. Not wanting to panic, although part

of her wanted to do just that, the short haired woman decided to

take a moment to peek into the living room through the louver

doors over the counter.

If Miranda had seen a gang of thieves stealing away

everything her sister owned, it wouldn’t have startled her as much

as the image that appeared when she moved the small door open a

half inch. Despite the absence of any cars in the driveway, her

sister was indeed home. The problem was, she wasn’t alone.

As hard as it was for Miranda to believe, her dear older

sister was half naked and on her knees in front of the couch. Her

large breasts, of which Miranda had always been envious of, now

hung free as her dress was down around her waist and her bra was

clearly visible on the carpeted floor. The fifty-two year old’s

appearance wasn’t half as shocking as the fact that she was

performing oral sex on a man definitely not her husband.

The young man sitting on the couch, his eyes closed as he

tilted his head back and enjoyed Alice’s attentions, couldn’t have

been more than twenty-one at most. Shirtless himself, with his

jeans pulled halfway down his legs, the black haired youth had a

quite impressive physique. Along with a well defined chest and

arms, Miranda also noticed a rather large tattoo of a panther on

his left bicep.

Morality and everything else aside for a moment, Miranda

found it unbelievable that such a hot young man would even look

twice at her sister, much less engage in sexual acts with her.

After all, the honest truth was that when you got down to it, Alice

Moore looked like just what she was - a middle aged woman. Oh

she was still attractive for her age, especially since unlike “little

sister”, Alice refused to let her own short hair show even the

smallest traces of gray, but she hardly had the sort of body that

men lusted after.

Miranda didn’t have much time to ponder the question as the

encounter she was witnessing suddenly became even more intense.

Alice lifted her head off the young man’s cock, of which even from

her limited vantage point, Miranda could see was quite impressive,

and stood all the way up. Then, after pulling her dress all the way

off, followed by her panties, Alice climbed onto him, taking hold of

his cock and guiding it into her.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Miranda heard Alice cry out a few

moments later as she began to ride his manhood with an ever

increasing fury, “give me that beautiful cock, fill me up with it!

Fuck me hard and make momma come!”

Finally it all became too much for Miranda and she realized

that she had to get out of there. Closing the swinging door as

quietly as she could, Miranda quickly crossed the kitchen and fled

out the side door, locking it behind her. It wasn’t until she was

safely back in her car that she realized that in her dash, she had

still retained enough clarity of mind to have retrieved the envelope

on her way out.

“Thank God for that,” Miranda said to herself thankfully as

she pulled the car away as quickly as she could. The last thing she

wanted right now was for Alice to know she had ever stopped by

this morning and seen what had been going on in her living room.

Not until she could decide what, if anything, she should say about

the whole matter.

-=-=-=-

That was a question that preyed on her mind for the rest of

the week. One that caused her to avoid two of her sister’s calls,

telling Ralph that she would call her back later, which she never

did. How could she when she still didn’t know what to say?

By late Saturday morning, the matter finally came to a head.

Ralph had announced that Peter had just called and asked if he

wanted to go to the baseball game with him. Evidently, one of his

friends who were originally supposed to go had canceled at the last

minute. Seeing as Peter had season tickets right behind the first

base line, Ralph was hardly going to say no.

“Why don’t I go with you?” Miranda suggested.

“To the game?” Ralph asked, thinking that Miranda didn’t

realize that the other seats were already spoken for.

“No, just to see my sister,” she clarified, “I’ll drive myself

back home and Peter can drop you off after the game.”

“Well, okay,” Ralph said, not really wanting to give up the

car but not wanting to start a disagreement that might ruin his

going to the game either. “But I have to leave now if we want to

get to the stadium to watch batting practice.”

“No problem,” Miranda smiled, knowing full well that he was

hoping that she would say that she needed some time to change

before going and then change her mind. “Let me just get the

papers that Alice wanted me to drop off and I’ll be ready to go.”

Taking the new envelope she had transferred the papers into

from the buffet in the dining room, Miranda dropped it into her

purse and met her husband at the door. Bringing over the papers

would be a good excuse for her unexpected visit, especially since

she still didn’t know what to do about what she’d seen.

-=-=-=-

“I’m so glad you decided to stop by,” Alice was saying as she

poured her younger sister a cup of tea as they sat in her living

room. “I was almost beginning to think you were avoiding me for

some reason, that I might’ve done something to make you mad.”

“No, I’ve just been busy these past few days,” Miranda lied,

hoping that for once, Alice didn’t see through her deception.

“Really, with what?” Alice asked, pouring herself a cup

before taking a seat on the couch.

Miranda let out a soft breath, thinking that Alice was

sitting in just about the same spot where that young man had been

the other morning. A memory that reminded her of the envelope in

her purse.

“Oh, I have those papers you asked me to pick up from the

lawyer’s office,” Miranda said, thinking that changing the subject

would be a good idea.

“I asked you to pick those up almost a month ago,” Alice

commented as she took a sip of tea.

“Well I did, I just kept forgetting to give them to you,”

Miranda replied, her defensive nature where her sister was

concerned kicking in automatically.

“Well I’m glad they’re not something important,” Alice

countered, “not the way you forget things.”

Falling into a pattern that had lasted a lifetime, Miranda got

even more defensive and before she knew what she was saying, let

the proverbial cat out of the bag.

“I’ll have you know I came by the other day to drop them off

but...” she started to say then stopped in mid-sentence, too late to

undo the damage.

“But what?” Alice asked.

“But you were occupied.”

“I don’t understand,” Alice replied.

“Do I have to say it?” Miranda asked.

“If you want me to know what you’re talking about, that

might be helpful,” Alice smiled.

“You were having sex on that very couch with a boy half your

age,” Miranda blurted out, having to almost force the words out of

her mouth.

“A boy half my age?” Alice asked, as if she didn’t know what

her sister was talking about.

“Dark hair, very nice body, large tattoo of an panther on his

arm,” Miranda went on, “I’m sure you must remember him.”

“Oh, you’re talking about Carl,” Alice finally said, her tone

not showing the least bit of embarrassment in having been caught.

“Such a nice young man, his father owns Martin’s Garage where we

get our cars done. He was nice enough to drive me home after I

dropped off the Beemer. So you’re talking about Wednesday

morning.”

Miranda suddenly found herself wondering if she's come by

on Tuesday or Thursday, would she have found someone else on

that couch with Alice. From what her sister was saying, Miranda

got the impression that she just might have.

"Just how many men are you involved with? Miranda found

herself asking.

“Well I’m not actually sure you can call it involved,” Alice

said, still slipping her tea as if they were discussing the chance for

rain tomorrow.

“What would you call it, exactly?” a stunned Miranda asked.

“Hmmm,” Alice pondered for a few seconds as she

considered the question. “Fucking I guess, just having a good

time.”

“What?”

“Don’t looked so shocked, little sister,” Alice said calmly as

she put her cup down on the coffee table. “It’s not like it was the

first time I’ve done it.”

“How many...” Miranda started to say, now unable to get out

the words. “How long...”

“I’d probably have to say at least six years,” Alice said,

choosing to answer the second question first. “As far as an actual

number, I really never kept count.”

“I can’t believe this!” Miranda exclaimed. “You’ve been

married to Peter for over thirty years and ...”

“... and we haven't been sleeping together for the last

fifteen of them,” Alice completed the sentence.

“Does he know?” Miranda continued.

“I’ve never asked him,” Alice answered, “and to be honest, I

really doubt he would care.”

“How can you say that?”

"He's the one who stopped wanting to have sex, not me,"

Alice said.

"Did he ever say why?"

"No." Alice simply said.

"I can't imagine what it must be like to have your husband

lose interest in sex," Miranda said.

"Can't you?" Alice asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Wasn't it only a few months ago that you told me that it

had seemed like ages since you and Ralph had done it," Alice said.

"Has that changed since then?"

"No, but ..."

"But nothing," Alice interrupted, "when was the last time

you and he got all hot and sweaty?"

The question gave Miranda pause as she took a few very long

moments to consider the question. The forty-eight year old

started to count backwards and felt a shudder when weeks quickly

turned to months and then to almost two years. And the time

before that hadn't been even close either.

"Exactly." Alice said as the silent look on her younger

sister's face confirmed her belief.

"Ralph is a very busy man, what with the store and all and..."

Miranda tried to explain, but realized that she wasn't even

convincing herself.

"It does have a way of sneaking up on you, doesn't it?"

"I guess so." Miranda admitted.

Miranda sat silent for a few long moments, not exactly sure

what to say next. She couldn't believe how casual Alice was about

all of this, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Can I ask you a question, Alice," Miranda said when she

regained her composure. "It's kind of personal."

"Sure why not," Alice replied.

"Putting aside the right or wrong of what you're doing,"

Miranda framed her question, "are all the men you're with like

Carl? I mean are they all ..."

"Young and hung?" Alice interrupted.

"Well, that's not exactly how I was going to say it, but I

mean that he was so young and good looking, and ..."

"... and I'm an old lady who could easily be his mother, if not

his grandmother." Alice said, again finishing her sister's thought.

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Oh yes you did," Alice smiled, "and I agree with you. I'll be

the first one to say it. But what you have to realize is that I'm

not trying to date them, just play with them a little. Put yourself

in their place. Given the chance that a woman, even one old enough

to be their mother, is offering them a blow job or a quick fuck,

with no strings attached, how many horny young men are going to

pass that up. Oh they might never admit to anyone that they

fucked some old broad, but they sure as hell enjoyed it while they

were at it. In fact, even I was surprised at how many of them

really got off on the fact that I was so much older."

It a strange sort of way, Alice made sense. Even Miranda

had to admit that.

"What's it like?" Miranda surprised herself by asking, the

inflection in her voice leaving no doubt as to what the meaning of

"it" was.

"Exciting," Alice broadly smiled, the single word carrying a

world of meaning.

-=-=-=-

All the rest of the day, and during a semi-sleepless night,

Miranda's conversation with her sister repeated in her head.

Never would she have imagined that Alice would be one of those

women who took lovers on the side, or that she could be so

unabashed about it all. Before afternoon tea had been over, Alice

had even mentioned the names of a half dozen young men that

she'd had sex with. The most shocking of which had been Doug

Maguire, who Miranda remembered as having gone to high school

with her son.

"Don't let the fact that Doug could afford to lose twenty or

so pounds fool you," Alice had said in reference to the portly

convenience store clerk, "that boy has a tongue made of gold."

Also very much on Miranda's mind as she greeted the early

morning sun, was the realization of how empty her own sex life had

become without her even realizing it. That at least, she told

herself she could do something about, and the sooner the better.

Waking up a half hour before she and Ralph normally got up

on a Sunday morning, Miranda put her plan into action. Carefully.

she slipped out of bed, making sure that she didn't wake her

husband. Stepping away from the bed, she slipped off her

nightshirt and the simple white panties she wore beneath it.

Taking a moment to look at herself in the mirrored sliding

doors of their bedroom's built in closet, Miranda decided that she

wasn't all that displeased with the body of the woman looking

back at her.

True, she was on the short side of fifty, and definitely

didn't have the same physique she did when she'd gotten married,

but all in all, the one she did have wasn't half bad. She'd managed

to avoid the heavy weight gain that so many of her contemporaries

had fallen victim to, currently weighting only a dozen pounds more

than she did in her twenties. Even her breasts had held up pretty

well, despite the years and two pregnancies. Sure there were a

few lines on her face, but just enough to give her character as her

mother used to say.

Turning back to the bed, Miranda lifted the light sheet that

had covered her and Ralph and climbed under it. Making a tent

with her body, she worked her way to the side her husband slept

on and took a moment to look at his body.

It would've been nice to have been able to say that Ralph

had hardly changed too, but that wouldn't have been the truth.

Too many weekends of watching the game in front of the television

with the only exercise being walking out to the kitchen to get

another beer had taken their toll. Still, she hadn't married him

only for his looks.

As was his habit, dating even back to the days before they'd

been married, Ralph wore jockey shorts to bed and little else.

From the way the folds of his underwear rested, Miranda could see

the outline of his cock. That was one thing that hadn't changed

over all the years. The man still had one impressive piece of

equipment. Reaching out with her index finger, she softly traced

the outline of his manhood.

Back when they’d first gotten married, before the kids and

all the responsibilities, their sex life had been akin to that of a

couple of rabbits. There wasn’t a room in the house that they

hadn’t screwed in, at any time of the day. Feeling his cock stir in

response to her touch, Miranda was reminded of one of the games

they used to play.

Early on in their relationship, they had established a

tradition of sorts in which Miranda would wake him up on Sunday

by performing oral sex on him. Ralph used to say he loved that

even more than intercourse. One thing would inevitably lead to

another and it would be a couple of hours before they'd make it

out of bed. Miranda had decided that it was time to revive that

tradition.

Reaching down into his shorts, Miranda closed her fingers

around his cock and carefully lifted it free. It wasn't half as fun,

she remembered, if Ralph woke up too soon. Gently giving it a few

slow pumps to restore some of its firmness, Miranda leaned down

and slid the head of his cock into her mouth.

The taste of his manhood brought back pleasant memories,

making her wonder why they have ever stopped doing things like

this. Feeling his body respond to the wet embrace of her mouth,

she ran her tongue up and down his length. Aside from the mostly

gray hairs that now surrounded it, Ralph’s cock had changed little

over the years. Which was to say it didn’t take much to get it

quite hard.

Her head rose up and down as she began to suck him in

earnest. One hand cradled his balls, massaging them as the other

pumped him into her mouth. She'd gone on for a few minutes when

she felt Ralph began to stir. If she were lucky, she thought as she

redoubled her efforts, she would be able to make him come just as

he was waking up. He was always loved it when she did that.

“Mmmmmm,” Miranda heard Ralph moan in his sleep as she

continued to suck him enthusiastically.

With one hand still wrapped on the base of Ralph’s cock,

Miranda brought her other one down between her own legs and

began to massage herself. Deft fingers quickly made their way to

a familiar spot and Miranda began to share in the pleasures she

was bringing her husband.

“It won’t be long now,” Miranda thought as she listened to

another, louder, set of moans from Ralph and recognized both the

signs of awakening and an approaching orgasm. She wondered at

the same time if he would be able to get it up a second time so

that they could have an early morning fuck.

Then, just as he was about to climax in her mouth, Ralph

woke up. His eyes opened with a reaction that while explosive, was

hardly the one Miranda had expected.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled as he

pulled the sheet off of the two of them and looked down at his

wife. His voice carried more than a touch of anger in it.

"If you don't know, I must be doing it wrong," Miranda

laughed as she lifted her head from his cock just long enough to

answer. It was incomprehensible to her that he was actually

serious in his anger.

"Don't you think we're a little old for this nonsense?" Ralph

asked as he lifted his body and pulled away from her.

"Nonsense?" Miranda repeated, realizing that he might not

be joking as she first thought. “You’re kidding, right?”

"I most certainly am not," Ralph said as he climbed up out of

the bed and reached for his bathrobe.

"Don't you think it might be fun to spend the morning in bed

like we used to?" Miranda asked. "After all, the kids are all grown

and we do have the house to ourselves. Don't you miss those

days?"

"No, actually, I don't," Ralph said as he tightened the sash

on his robe. "Oh I'll be the first to say that they were a lot of fun

and I'm glad we had them," he went on, "but there has to be a

point where you finally grow up."

"Grow up?" Miranda asked, unable to believe he actually felt

that way.

"Yes, grow up," Ralph said once more as he put on his

slippers, "after all, we're practically grandparents for Pete's

sake." he added as he alluded to their daughter's recent

pregnancy.

"And grandparents don't fuck?" Miranda thought but didn't

say. Instead she asked, "Wouldn't it be fun to spend the morning

in bed and cuddle like we used to?"

"Not when I have way too much to do," Ralph replied. "I

want to be down at the store by nine."

"But it's Sunday," Miranda countered.

"We're having a big sale tomorrow," Ralph explained, "I

want to go over everything and make sure those kids they hired

labeled everything right."

Miranda started to say something more, then thought

better of it. No amount of talking was going to change things.

Their life together had undergone a transition and she hadn't even

noticed it happening. The thought sent a sad feeling through her.

"Don't you think you should put some clothes on before

someone sees you through the window?" Ralph said, making his only

reference to her nudity. "The streets already full of kids playing

ball."

"At least one of them might be interested in looking,"

Miranda thought as Ralph exited through the doorway and she

reached for her own robe.

-=-=-=-

The events of that Sunday morning weighed heavily on

Miranda's mind all the following week. She didn't mention them

again to Ralph, and it was pretty obvious that he considered the

matter settled. Nor did she broach the subject with her sister,

Alice, both out of a reluctance to admit to her that she had been

right, and a fear that she might have to listen to more of her

exploits. Or worse, walk in on one of them again.

No, she told herself repeatedly, she had to accept the fact

that her sex life was now a thing of the past. It was strange, she

pondered, that such a thought bothered her as much as it did.

After all, it wasn't as if she and Ralph had been burning the sheets

these last few years. In fact, as she had told Alice the week

before, they hadn’t made love more than three times in the last

three years. Yet somehow, the prospect that they might fall back

into the habit at any time had made it okay. Now, with that

possibility gone, she felt that she had lost something very precious.

Other than that, the week went by quickly enough, as she

spent the better part of her days working at Office Barn. Like

she said many times before, it might not have been the best of

jobs, but the people she worked with were first rate.

“Showtime, girls,” Mandy Clark said to her two co-workers

as they enjoyed their late afternoon coffee break. “It looks like

Josh is setting himself up for a fall again.”

All three sets of eyes, those of Mandy, Lois Parker, and

Miranda turned to watch Josh Allen walk up to Jennifer Forrest.

Josh was a cute kid, most would say, five seven and about a

hundred and thirty-five pounds. He had short sandy hair and the

sort of average build that was so average that you never really

took notice of it. His only real drawback, most would agree was a

baby face that made the nineteen year old look like he was still a

high school freshman.

Jennifer, on the other hand, always looked older than her

eighteen years, due partly to having physically developed at an

early age and always dressing to show off her assets to her

advantage. Long brown hair ran down her back, draping over a near

perfect body who's only fault was that her breasts were just a bit

too large for her frame. Few men, however, were about to

complain about that.

The two teenagers exchanged a few words too low to be

overheard. Then, true to form, Josh walked away a few seconds

later, a look of dejection on his face.

"Kerplunk!" Lois laughed softly.

“Doesn’t that boy ever get tired of being rejected?” Lois

said as she brought her cup up to drain the last of her coffee.

“Evidently not,” Mandy laughed.

“You’d think he’d realize by now that Jennifer was way out

of his league,” Lois added.

“You’d think, wouldn’t you?” Mandy replied.

“I actually feel sorry for him,” Miranda offered. “He really

is a nice young man.”

“I never said he wasn’t,” Lois agreed, “I just said that if he

had any sense at all he’d stop wasting his time and give up the

chase.”

“Maybe he thought she might feel guilty about letting him

take the fall for her when she screwed up that supply order last

month and finally say yes when he asked her out for dinner,”

Miranda suggested. “After all, Josh got docked a day’s pay for

that.”

“You think she’d really care that he was that stupid to stand

up for her?” Mandy asked.

“Yeah, like there was any chance Bob Carpenter was going to

blame Jennifer for anything she does wrong,” Lois added.

“Am I missing something here?” Miranda asked.

“You mean you don’t know?” Mandy asked, lowering her

voice.

The look on Miranda’s face said that she had no idea what

they were talking about.

“Jennifer is fucking Bob Carpenter,” Mandy whispered.

“No way,” Miranda replied.

“Okay, then she’s just bending over and spreading her legs

while he sticks his cock in between them,” Lois grinned in a low

voice.

“Damn,” Miranda said as she let out a long breath.

“Well time to get back to work,” Mandy said as she looked

up at her watch and tossed her paper cup into the trash.

Miranda stood behind a few moments longer, looking across

the store at Josh. It really was a shame he had such a crush on a

heartless bitch like Jennifer. Imagine letting him take the rap for

her when she knew Bob wouldn’t even say a bad word about her

mistake.

The image of the store manager put an even more depressing

thought into Miranda’s head. Bob Carpenter was just about Ralph’s

age and obviously, he had no problem with his libido. Was it

possible that Ralph had his own ‘Jennifer’ at his store? Or was he

telling the truth when he said that he’d lost any interest in sex?

The only thing she was certain of was that, either way, he had no

more interest in her.

-=-=-=-

The rest of the day passed quickly and before they knew it,

quitting time was just about there. Mandy, Lois and Miranda were

closing out their registers, they usually wound up on them at the

end of the day, when they heard Bob Carpenter call Josh over to

the customer service desk behind them.

“I’m going to need you to stay late next weekend to help

with inventory,” Bob said to the junior associate. “I just thought

I’d let you know now in case you’d made any plans.”

“But I stood for inventory last month, Mr. Carpenter,” the

sandy haired nineteen year old said, his voice showing respect for

his boss mixed with a measure of disappointment. “According to

the schedule, this is supposed to be Jennifer’s turn.”

“I have a special project that I want Jennifer to work on,”

the store manager said in way of explanation. “Something that

she’s uniquely suited for. So you’ll just have to take her turn as

well. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

“No sir,” Josh said.

“Good boy, I knew I could count on you.” the older man

smiled as he turned and walked away.

“A special job that she’s uniquely suited for,” Mandy

parroted after Josh had walked away. “I can imagine what that

entails.”

“Maybe she should stop next door at the hardware store and

pick up a pair of knee pads,” Lois suggested. “I bet she could

charge it as a work related expense.”

Both women laughed at the joke, but Miranda was still

feeling sorry for Josh. At least this time he didn’t automatically

let Jennifer walk over him, at least figuratively. Maybe he was

finally getting over her.

“Still feeling sorry for Josh?” Lois asked, interrupting

Miranda’s musings.

“A little,” Miranda admitted.

“Well you better save a little bit of that for yourself,”

Mandy advised.

“Excuse me?” Miranda asked.

“In case you haven’t looked at the scheduling board lately,

guess who else is supposed to be pulling inventory duty this

month?” Mandy smiled.

“Oh shit, I forgot all about it.” Miranda replied.

“Yeah, I bet,” Lois grinned. ”And don’t even think of asking

either one of us to do it for you, Mandy and I have tickets to see

'Grease' over at the community college and we have no plans to

miss it.”

“I wouldn’t even have thought of asking,” Miranda lied,

thinking how much she hated inventory.

With that, the clock on the wall struck six and their

workday was over.

-=-=-=-

Miranda’s main concern with having to work late over the

weekend was how would Ralph react. He wasn’t that happy that

she had kept her job after the kids finished college in the first

place, and practically went ballistic the last time she had worked

late doing inventory. It turned out to be the same weekend that

was his turn to host the rotating poker game.

Luckily, all she got out of Ralph was an unintelligible grunt

after she told him. Rather than play poker at home next weekend,

he and his buddies were headed up to Lake Armstrong to fish and

play cards. It was, Miranda knew, a chance for them to also get

very drunk and not have to explain it to the wives the next

morning.

So early Saturday morning, Miranda got up and helped Ralph

pack the car with his fishing gear and provisions for the overnight

trip. Supplies that included a case of beer, a six-pack of which

was already cold in the cooler. She wished him luck, knowing that

if he planned to bring home any fish from his weekend excursion,

they would be coming from Peterson’s fish store out on Route 8. In

all the years he had been making these fishing trips, Ralph had yet

to bring home enough to cook as a meal. Of course there were

always the stories of the big one that got away.

Knowing that her work day didn't begin until noon and would

run until the early evening because of inventory, Miranda decided

to go back to bed and get a few more hours sleep. When she got

up again a little after nine, she was glad she did. The three extra

hours had made a lot of difference.

Office Barn closed at noon on Saturdays, so there was no

reason to dress as she would if she was expected to deal with the

public. So instead of a nice blouse and skirt combo, Miranda laid

out sneakers, a pair of jeans and a comfortable red sweatshirt

before heading for the shower.

The cold water helped her shake off the last vestiges of

sleep. After drying off, she put on the clothes she had selected

and was ready to face the day. Walking into the kitchen, Miranda

opened the refrigerator door to get some eggs for breakfast, then

remembered that she'd forgotten to pick any up when she went

shopping the other day.

"I could just have cereal," she thought as she closed the

door, "but why not treat myself." It had been a while since anyone

had treated her to anything.

Picking up her purse and transferring her essentials to the

fanny pack she then strapped around her waist, Miranda headed

out to the car. Cara's Breakfast Nook ran a weekend special until

eleven and her French toast was a delight to behold. Since it was

only two blocks from Office Barn, she had plenty of time to enjoy

breakfast and still get to work with time to spare.

-=-=-=-

"Can I get you another refill on that coffee?" Ruth Hasset,

one of the waitress' at the Breakfast Nook asked as she looked

down at the empty cup in front of Miranda.

Miranda glanced down as well, both at the empty cup and the

small remnants of what had been a truly enjoyable breakfast. She

then checked her watch and decided that she still had plenty of

time.

"Just a half a cup," she said to Ruth who dutifully poured

just that amount, then wished her a good day and went on to

another of her tables.

Miranda brought the cup to her lips and was enjoying the

rich mix when a male voice from behind her also wished her a good

morning. It was a voice quite familiar but nevertheless

unexpected.

"Jim," she said in surprise, almost spilling her coffee as she

looked up at the white haired man standing next to the table.

"Something wrong?" the fifty year old asked as he saw that

he had startled her.

"No, I just didn't expect to see you, that's all," Miranda

smiled.

"I don't know why not," Jim smiled in return. "Gary and I

have been having breakfast here every Saturday for the last

twenty years. You know that."

The mention of the second man's name drew Miranda's

attention past Jim's shoulder where she saw another man about

the same age standing at the register and paying their bill. Now

she was even more confused. Jim Collins and Gary Paris were half

of Ralph's poker playing circle, and had been for over a decade. If

they were here, who had her husband gone fishing with? Or were

they planning a late start to just take part in the game tonight?

"I guess I just forgot for a moment," she said, the puzzled

look on her face helping her explanation.

"Yeah, we're all getting to that age," Jim laughed as Gary

caught up to the two of them and handed the other man his part of

the change.

Gary said hello as well, asking her how she was doing and

remarking that he hadn't seen her sister around lately. Something

that was unusual since he lived just down the block from her.

"What did she do, pick up a new hobby?" he grinned.

"Something like that," Miranda replied, thinking that her

neighbor would be shocked to know what that hobby was.

"Well you tell her I was asking about her," Gary said.

"I will," Miranda replied as the two of them turned to leave

her to finish her coffee.

They had only gone a step or two further, when Miranda

asked them a question she was almost afraid to get the answer to.

"Are the two of you going up to the lake this weekend?"

"Up to the cabin?" Jim asked in turn, to which she nodded

her head in acknowledgment.

"The lake's been put off limits for fishing until next month

at least," Gary said, answering for his friend. "They had some kind

of spill there over the winter and they want to make sure it's

totally clear before they let anyone fish again. Not that we ever

really catch anything."

"Oh, I didn't know," Miranda said.

"Well we'd better get going," Jim now chimed in. "Say hello

to Ralph for us as well. Tell him the next time he decides to skip

our game to go on a business trip, he could at least just send the

money he usually loses." he added with a laugh. "That way he

won't be missed as much."

With that, both men were gone, leaving behind a now quite

concerned Miranda.

The rest of the coffee grew cold in her cup as she silently

sat there. Her first impulse was to call Ralph on his cell phone,

then decided against it. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know

where he really was at this moment, or with whom.

Leaving Ruth a tip, she picked up her check and headed to

the register herself. She was so dazed at the moment, she didn't

hear Ruth say goodbye as she walked past her, or notice anyone

around her as she walked to last two blocks to work.

-=-=-=-

The question weighed heavily on her mind the next few hours

as she, Josh and two other employee's did the store's inventory.

Distracted as she was, Miranda knew she wasn't really doing her

share, but Josh seemed more than willing to pick up the slack.

Miranda promised herself she would make it up to him another

time.

"Tony and Karen are going over to TJ's to grab a pizza,"

Josh said to Miranda as he found the aisle where she was working.

"Want to come along?"

The question made Miranda look at the large clock on the

wall. She hadn't realized it was already after six. The last few

hours had just raced by.

"No thanks, Josh," she smiled at the sandy haired young

man, "but could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Can I borrow your car for a little while?" she asked. "I

took the bus to work and I really need to run a little errand."

"Do you want me to drive you?" he offered.

"No, you don't have to," she replied, "and I won't be long, I

promise. I just have to run over to my husband's store and pick

something up."

"No problem," Josh said as he handed her the keys.

-=-=-=-

As she pulled out of the parking lot and quickly covered the

twelve blocks to Crazy Al's, Miranda had to admit that she had no

idea what she was doing. Or what she expected to find.

The store was still open, as was the norm for a Saturday,

and no sooner had she entered when Artie Davis, the assistant

manager, met her. The forty-one year old had a smile on his face,

but behind it he had a feeling of concern.

"What brings you here this time of night, Miranda," he

asked. "don't tell me that after all these years that Ralph doesn't

trust me to run the place when he's gone and sent you over to

make sure everything is okay?"

The question had been said with humor, but Miranda knew

that there was some truth in it as well. She knew that Ralph

worried about Artie, but not for the reason the younger man

thought. He was constantly worried that the owners might realize

that the assistant manager was better at the job than his boss and

that they might decide to do something about it.

"No, I'm not here to check up on you, Artie," Miranda

smiled reassuringly. "I just wanted to check Ralph's desk and see

if he left some papers that he was supposed to sign. I can't find

them at home and thought that he might have left them here."

"Well you know where his office is," Artie replied as he

stepped out of her way, only half believing her explanation.

Miranda took a few minutes to check the drawers of Ralph's

desk, at least the ones that he didn't lock. She really didn't

expect to find anything, but at least looking was something.

"Find what you were looking for?" Artie asked when he saw

her come out of the office.

"No, maybe he still has them with him," Miranda mused,

hoping that would satisfy his curiosity. "Do me a favor, don't tell

him I came by, okay. You know how he can be about people going

through his stuff, even his wife."

"I understand," Artie said with an knowing grin, "you were

never here."

"Looks like you're having a pretty good night," Miranda said

as she changed the subject to the large number of customers in

the store.

"Yes we are," the blond haired man agreed, "I just wish we

weren't short handed as well."

"Someone not come in?" Miranda asked, hoping it didn't

sound like more than idle curiosity.

"Peggy Elliot," Artie said, the touch of annoyance in his

voice saying a lot of what he thought of the sales associate. "She

calls in late last night and says she'll be out all weekend. Why your

husband puts up with all her crap I'll never know. She has the

lowest sales record of anyone in the store and she's constantly

late or calling in sick. If it was up to me, she'd have been out on

her ass a long time ago."

The assistant store manager realized that he might have

gone over the line in questioning his boss's judgment, especially to

his wife. He quickly apologized and asked her not to repeat what

he had just said.

"How could I repeat anything that I wasn't here to hear in

the first place?" Miranda smiled as she bid him a good night,

thinking that she had taken too long on her break as well.

-=-=-=-

Retracing the streets back to the Office Barn, Miranda

conjured up the image of Peggy Elliot in her mind. A long haired

brunette in her early thirties, Miranda had gotten the impression

from their few brief meetings in the store that her intelligence

was greatly overshadowed by her bust size. Something that

seemed to be an asset when dealing with some customers, but not

enough to satisfy Artie Davis evidently. The thought made

Miranda wonder how she managed to satisfy Ralph's own strict

standards.

Finally, after parking Josh's car back in the employee

section of the parking lot, Miranda decided that she now had to

know. Pulling her cell phone from her pack, she dialed the number

for Ralph's cell.

"Hi honey," she heard him say after recognizing her voice,

"what's up? Nothings wrong is it?"

"No, everything's fine," she lied, "I just wanted to see how

you were doing, that's all. Catch any fish?"

"Actually, I did pretty good," she heard him say, "caught

two beautiful trout but we fried them up for dinner. Sorry I

couldn't save you some"

"That's okay," Miranda said, "as long as you enjoyed them."

"We did."

"Well I have to go," she said, thinking that now she was very

late. "Don't let Jim and Gary take all of your money this time."

she said in closing.

"Not a chance," Ralph laughed, "both of them are playing

like shit. This time, I'm going to be winning the big pots."

The connection broke as she heard him hit the call end

button. Miranda sat there for a few more minutes, just staring at

the phone and thinking about the conversation that she'd just had.

"Fucking lying bastard!" she finally said as she tossed it

back into her bag.

-=-=-=-

Seeking out Josh to return his keys and again thank him,

Miranda was surprised to discover that not only wasn't he angry

about her being late, he had worked through his own break and had

nearly completed both of their tasks. Feeling a little guilty, the

older woman suggested that maybe Josh take off early and she

would stay and finish up whatever was left. Without even

considering it, he said he'd rather stay and wait until they were

both done. Miranda promised herself to at least carry her own

weight the rest of the evening, despite her problems.

Ninety minutes later, the last box had been counted and

they could call it a night. As the senior employee, it was Miranda's

responsibility to make sure that everything was locked up tight, so

she was the last to leave.

Checking the side door from which she'd exited one last

time, Miranda turned around to find Josh waiting in the parking

lot. She was sure he had left with the others ten minutes before.

"I remember you saying you came in on the bus," Josh said

in way of explanation, "so I figured you might need a ride home."

"You didn't have to do that," Miranda replied, "but I do

really appreciate it. As long as it's not out of your way that is."

"It's not," Josh answered, even though it was in the

opposite direction.

-=-=-=-

It didn't take more then ten minutes for them to reach

Miranda's house, even with the heavy Saturday night traffic. Josh

pulled right into the empty driveway and waited until his co-worker

reached the front door. Keys in hand, Miranda paused at the door

for a second, then walked back to the driver's side of the car.

"Josh, could you do me another favor?" she asked as she

leaned forward against the open window. "I know I've already

probably used up my quota for the month. My husband is away for

the weekend and even though the timers turned the lights on, I

really feel funny walking into an empty house and ..."

"Sure, no problem," the nineteen year old said as he opened

the car and stepped out. "My mom feels the same way."

The analogy made Miranda suddenly feel her age. For all she

knew, she was possibly even older than Josh's mother.

Taking the keys from her hand, he opened the door and

stepped inside the semi-lit house. It only took a few minutes for

him to check out the two floors and the basement, declaring them

to be empty. When he came back into the living room where

Miranda had waited, she asked him if he would like something to

drink.

"After the day I've had, I really need a drink," Miranda

said, "would you like to join me? I have soda too if you'd like

something softer?"

"A drink would be fine," Josh replied, hiding the fact that

his experience with alcohol was extremely limited.

Miranda led him into the kitchen were she took a fifth of

Johnny Walker Blue Label from the back of one of the cabinets,

then two tumblers from another. The bottle belonged to Ralph and

was usually saved for only the most special of occasions. That she

was going to share it with this kid who wouldn’t know good scotch

from lemonade would surely send her husband into a rage. That

was the least of her concerns right now.

Filling both glasses a quarter of the way, she handed one to

Josh. He looked at the amber liquid for a moment, then brought it

up to his lips. Miranda was about to warn him to take it easy when

in one quick motion he downed the contents.

The results were predictable, especially with someone who,

it quickly became obvious, had never tasted scotch in his life. Josh

gagged on the liquid and his face turned a bright shade of red.

“Are you okay?” Miranda asked, her concern hiding the

amusement she felt at the same time.

“I’m fine,” Josh replied after taking a deep breath, looking

at the empty glass in his hand.

“This is pretty strong stuff,” Miranda smiled as she brought

her own glass up, “it helps if you just sip it, at least at first.”

“I’ll remember that next time,” Josh answered as he put

the empty glass down on the counter.

Picking up the bottle, Miranda refilled both glasses and

watched with interest as the young man picked it up and again

brought it to his mouth. This time, he was a little more cautious

and only took a little taste.

“That’s better,” she said as she watched him bring the glass

back down, and then took a longer sample of her own.

Josh tried the drink again, this time he handled it even

better. “It’s pretty good,” he offered.

“For what it costs a bottle it had better be,” Miranda

thought as she again refilled both glasses.

With the bottle still in her hand, Miranda led Josh to the

kitchen table and directed him to an empty seat. After he had sat

down, she took the other one next to him.

“So what’s the deal between you and Jennifer?” Miranda

asked after they had again drained their glasses, only to see them

fill up once more.

“I don’t understand,” Josh replied.

“Why do you waste your time with a tramp like that?” the

salt and pepper haired woman expanded as she remembered the

gossip Mandy and Lois had shared with her. “A nice looking boy like

you could do a lot better.”

“It’s kind of complicated,” he answered, hiding what he

considered an embarrassing secret.

“Things are only complicated if you let them be,” Miranda

commented. “Whatever it is, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

“She and I, what I mean she once ...” he started to say, his

tongue loosened by the alcohol.

“The two of you went out?” Miranda asked.

“Well, not really went out.”

“Then, what did ...” she started to ask, then realized what

he was talking about. Or at least she thought she did. “Did the

two of you sleep together?”

“Not exactly.”

“She blew you?” Miranda asked, her own tongue also

loosened a bit.

“She used her hand,” Josh finally admitted.

“She gave you a hand-job,” she blurted out, trying hard not

to laugh.

Josh went on to explain that one night last month, Jennifer

had cornered him in the break room one night and asked him to

cover for her after she made a mistake on a major supply order.

She had read the stock numbers wrong and undercharged the

client almost a thousand dollars. She was afraid that if the

manager found out it was her, especially after a few other

mistakes, he would have to get rid of her.

What she didn’t tell him, Miranda supposed, was that she

was already doing a lot more for Bob Carpenter than just jerking

him off. It was that she wasn’t yet sure enough of her ability to

get him to overlook such a costly mistake. Once Josh had taken

the fall, and she no longer worried about being fired, she’d rather

forget the incident in the break room had ever happened.

“Was Jennifer the only girl you’ve ever been with?” Miranda

asked, surprised at how personal this conversation was becoming.

“I’ve dated other girls,” Josh admitted, “but I’ve never ...

gone all the way.”

“And you figure that Jennifer would be the one who would

want to go all the way.”

The look on his face said that Miranda had hit the truth

right on the mark. It was a look of confirmation, mixed with

discomfort at having been revealed as a horny teenager just

looking to get laid.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Miranda smiled as

she reached across the table and laid her hand on top of his. “I

would think that almost every boy your age thinks pretty much the

same way at one time or another.”

“Really?” Josh said.

“You should meet my sister,” Miranda laughed, thinking that

this was probably exactly the kind of young man she specialized in.

“Your sister?” Josh asked in confusion.

“Forget it, my mind was wandering,” she replied as she put

the cap back on the bottle, realizing that she’d had enough. As it

was, her mind was further drifting in a much more dangerous

direction.

If Alice were here in her place, Miranda was certain, the

young man sitting across the table from her would never have to

wonder again what it was like to be with a woman. In fact, he’d

probably have lost his virginity not long after stepping over the

threshold.

But of course she wasn’t Alice, or so she’d reminded herself

many times over the last two weeks. She couldn’t imagine cheating

on her husband, or at least she couldn’t until today.

“Miranda?” Josh asked, then repeated when he got no

response. “Miranda?”

“What?”

“You looked like you zoned out for a minute,” he said with

concern. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she smiled as her thoughts shifted to a

different, yet adjacent track.

“Maybe I should be going,” Josh suggested as he looked at

the clock on the wall, noting that it was almost half past nine.

“Do you have to?” Miranda asked. “It’s still pretty early.”

Josh seemed to hesitate on the answer.

“Of course if I’m boring you, or you have someplace more

important to go, I understand,” Miranda said.

“No, I don’t have anyplace to go.”

“Then why not stay a little longer then,” Miranda replied,

“at least until you let some of the scotch work its way out of your

system. We wouldn’t want you to get stopped at one of those

checkpoints they put up on weekends.”

The comment reminded Josh that he really wasn’t old enough

to legally drink, even though his father let him have a beer or two

at family functions. If the police, however unlikely, stopped him, it

could cost him his drivers license. They were pretty strict about

DWI around here, especially with teenagers.

“Okay, I’ll stay a while longer.”

“Excellent,” Miranda smiled, “because I am so enjoying our

little talk.”

“I guess I am too,” Josh replied, realizing that he really

didn’t want to leave after all.

“Why Jennifer?” Miranda asked as she went on, “I mean

aside from her obvious looks and the fact that she groped you.

Why not take a chance on one of the other girls in the store, say

Tina Maxwell? She’s pretty too and I know she likes you enough as

a co-worker. Why not ask her or one of the other girls out?”

“Tina is really nice,” Josh answered, “and if I was going to

be staying in town I would want to date her. But since I’m not, I

doubt a relationship would go very far. I don’t think any of the

girls are going to want to sleep with a guy who's leaving in two

months.”

“You’re leaving?”

“My family can’t afford college, and my grades aren’t enough

for a scholarship, so I’m going in the Air Force,” he explained.

“It’s a delayed enlistment, so I don’t leave for another six weeks.”

“And you didn’t want to go in the military a virgin.” Miranda

said, again hitting the nail right on the head. “Well I can

understand that.”

“I know it’s stupid but ...”

“It’s not stupid,” Miranda interrupted him. “At least not all

of it. I think the only stupid part of it all would be for you to

spend your first time with Jennifer. For all she cares about you, it

might as well as be with a prostitute, and that wouldn’t be a very

happy memory I’m sure.”

“Well I didn’t see myself as having many other options.”

“What about the other women in the store, some of the

older ones,” Miranda asked, thinking that she might be going out

on a limb here, “do you find any of them attractive?”

“Sure.”

“Like who?”

Josh again seemed a little embarrassed to answer.

“Come on, I won’t tell them if that’s what you’re worried

about.”

“Actually, I was afraid that you’d laugh,” he replied.

“Not a chance,” Miranda promised.

“Well, I think Lois Parker is nice looking, and Sally Sullivan

too,” he admitted.

“Did you ever think that one of them might feel the same

way about you?” Miranda asked, picturing both women in her mind.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t think women like that want someone like

me?” he said.

“Just because you’re cute, young and have a nice body,”

Miranda noted.

“Because they’d be with someone who really wasn’t sure what

they were doing,” Josh said, putting forth a line of reasoning that

he was suddenly beginning to wonder if it might be flawed.

“Some might have a problem with that,” Miranda answered,

“then again, some women might consider it a challenge as well.”

Josh’s expression said that was a possibility he’d never

considered before. Miranda gave him a minute or two to think

about it, then asked him a question that she’d been considering for

the last few minutes.

“Josh, when you look at the other women at work,” she

asked, “have you ever looked at me in that way?”

Josh hesitated before answering.

“If the answer is no, I won’t be offended,” Miranda added,

“and if it’s yes, well I wouldn’t be offended either. In fact, I’d be

flattered.”

“Yes,” he said in a very low voice.

Now it was it was Miranda who hesitated, as she considered

the line in front of her and if she was really prepared to cross it.

Then she realized that deep in her thoughts, she already had. She

wasn’t sure when she had really made the decision, but she knew

that before the night was over she was going to end her sexual dry

spell.

“Josh, do you trust me?” Miranda abruptly asked.

”Of course,” he replied, wondering if he done something

wrong for her to ask such a question.

“And you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, right?”

He nodded his head in agreement, still wondering what she

was talking about.

“Then just close your eyes for a minute and trust me.”

Totally bewildered, Josh did as she asked, keeping them

closed even as he felt her hands come to rest on his shoulders.

Even as he felt her move closer to him and the softness of her lips

pressed against his own.

For a heartbeat, the nineteen year old was too stunned to

respond. Then, as he felt the wetness of her tongue pressing

against his mouth, he opened his lips to admit it. It was hardly the

first time he’d had a girl’s tongue against his own, but he’d never

been so excited about it before.

The kiss seemed to go on forever as Miranda dropped her

arms and wrapped them around his body. As she ran her hands

across his back, she was surprised to find that beneath his loose

fitting shirt was a rather solid build.

“You really are a very handsome young man,” she said as she

pulled him even closer, her lips finding his once more.

This time he was quick to respond as he felt Miranda’s

tongue press past his lips and into his mouth, his own arms now

wrapping around her. He held her tight as she reached down below

the table and laid her hand on his manhood, which due to the

conversation they’d been having was now fully erect.

“Oh!” he gasped as he felt her fingers press against him.

Miranda let it rest there for a few long moments, then

reality reasserted itself.

“But aren’t you married?” Josh said as they broke their

embrace and he felt a sense of guilt at what they were doing.

“You let me worry about that,” Miranda whispered into his

ear as she moved to kiss him again, taking his hand and placing it on

her left mound. “I’m beginning to realize that word doesn’t mean

as much as I once thought it did.”

The feel of her breast in his hand, even through the layers

of clothing, was enough to drive any vestige of concern from Josh.

It wasn’t the head on his shoulders that now controlled his actions.

-=-=-=-

Rising from her seat, Miranda shifted over to Josh’s chair

and still standing, began to undo his shirt. He didn’t have an

undershirt beneath the long sleeved denim top and after she

reached the last button, she pushed it back across his shoulders.

As the shirt fell to the floor, Miranda let out a small sigh of

appreciation at the young man’s exposed torso. Her earlier

assessment by touch had been right on the money. Josh certainly

took care of what nature had given him.

The forty-eight year old found herself filled with a curiosity

as to what else nature had given him, but calmed herself with the

knowledge that there was no need to rush. She was certain that

Josh wasn’t going anywhere, and they had all the time in the world.

Some things were worth waiting for, and as she remembered from

her own younger days, getting there was sometimes half the fun.

She spread her fingers out across his chest, caressing the

sparsely haired muscles and playing with his small, pink nipples.

Impulsively, Miranda bent down and kissed each of them, using her

tongue to tickle them just a little. The wet touch filled Josh with

a surge of excitement.

Moving closer, so that she was standing right on top of him

between his legs, Miranda pulled up her sweatshirt so that Josh

could get a look at her bra encased mounds. His eyes opened up in

wonder as she pulled her shirt as high up as it would go and held it

there.

“Can I touch them?” Josh asked innocently.

“Baby, you can do whatever you want with them,” Miranda

replied, sharing the excitement she saw in his eyes. It had been

years since a man had looked at her with such lust in his eyes.

Josh reached out with two of his fingers and pulled down

the left cup of her bra, exposing the large nipple beneath it. He

brought his other hand up as well and using both of them, cupped

the ample flesh. He looked up into Miranda’s eyes as if to ask once

more for permission, only to see that none was needed at all.

Miranda moaned softly as Josh brought his mouth to her

nipple and kissed it softly. Then, as his lips closed around it, he

used his tongue to copy what she had done to him a few minutes

before, causing the older woman to moan even louder.

“That feels very nice,” she said as encouragement, spurring

him to try some more.

His hands massaged the soft flesh, even as his mouth and

tongue continued to play with the harder center. Pulling down her

other cup, Josh shifted to her other globe, leaving one hand on the

first to continue to squeeze it. Repeating his actions, he soon had

Miranda purring like a kitten.

Realizing that this was probably the first time he had ever

sucked on a woman’s breasts, at least since he’d been a newborn,

Miranda was in no hurry to push him along. He’d realize soon

enough that there were other delights to explore. She just had

him pause long enough for her to remove her shirt totally, and then

undo the clasp of her bra. Josh had tried to do it for himself, but

had a problem with getting unhooked. Miranda had just smiled and

offered to do it for him.

After making sure that Josh had his fill, at least for now,

Miranda stepped back a little and undid the top button of her

pants. The remaining three quickly followed and as Josh watched,

she slipped out of them. Before moving back to him, wearing only

her dark blue panties, she took a moment to also remove her

footwear.

Miranda turned around and sat down on Josh’s lap, rubbing

her ass against the bulge in his pants as she invited him to reach up

and squeeze her breasts again. Pressing against him, she arched

her head back and kissed him.

The cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass felt so

good, and she was sure that it was growing even harder. She gave

him a little lap dance, or as close as she could approximate the one

she’d seen in a movie on cable one night, then decided to stop

before he came in his pants. Young men were supposed to be able

to climax multiple times in one night, but she didn’t want to take

the chance that their fun might end prematurely.

Now sitting still on top of him, she took his hands from her

mounds and guided them down between her legs, directing his right

hand into her panties. She could feel his excitement grow stronger

as his fingers came to rest on her hair-covered mound. The

wetness of which was readily apparent.

With her own fingers guiding his, Josh slid them inside

Miranda's pussy, feeling her wetness close around them. She led

him to her clit, letting him get a feel for where it was, then

withdrew and left him on his own.

For someone who claimed to have little knowledge of what he

was doing, Miranda had to admit he wasn’t half bad. True, some of

that assessment had to do with the fact that the only touch in

that particular spot in recent years had been her own, but the

nineteen year old certainly had spirit.

Small waves of delight radiated outward from Josh’s touch,

filling Miranda with a lustful warmth that had been too long absent

in her life. She closed her eyes and let it wash over her.

“Oh yes,” she moaned as Josh explored her inner reaches,

his confidence in what he was doing increasing dramatically, along

with the strength of the pleasures he generated.

Wanting more than just his touch, Miranda lifted herself up

and leaned forward, bracing herself against the kitchen table.

Josh took hold of her panties and pulled them down, bringing his

hands right back up to take hold of her fleshy cheeks.

Miranda leaned further across the table, spreading her legs

as Josh pulled her cheeks apart. He kissed each of them, working

his way inward, even as one hand still reached for her breasts.

Sliding off his chair, he moved to the floor to gain a better

vantage, his kisses now coming to rest on the wet mound his fingers

had just vacated.

Miranda looked back over her shoulder to see that this time,

Josh hadn’t looked for any permission. His tongue reached deep

within her, fulfilling a young man’s fantasies. And an older woman’s

as well.

“Oh yeah, baby!” she moaned as his darting tongue pressed

inside her, causing her body to shudder. "Lick my pussy!"

If she wasn't sure about what else he had ever done,

Miranda was certain that this was Josh's first time between a

woman's legs. A conclusion reinforced by the way his tongue

drifted all over the place. Still, despite his lack of skill, his

enthusiastic efforts were enough to spread a pleasing warmth

across the lower half of her body. She offered a few words of

encouragement and direction, ones that the young man took enough

to heart to propel that warmth across the rest of her trembling

form.

Those tiny tremors continued to spread and grow as with the

other things Miranda had shown him, Josh grew more proficient.

The nectar his labor brought fourth was as sweet as honey, and

filled him with a desire for more. A desire Miranda was happy to

fill.

Taking charge once more, Miranda lifted herself off the

table and turned around, easing Josh back onto his chair at the

same time. Sitting on the edge of the table, she lifted her foot

and used it to press against the rise in his jeans. She smiled when

she discovered the manhood beneath it was still quite hard.

The smile stayed on her face as she dropped off the table

and began to undo Josh's belt, snap and zipper, pulling them open

to reveal a pair of red and black briefs. Her hand continued on

through the open fold to take hold of his rigid member. Holding it

tightly, she slipped it out into the open air.

"Very nice," she said appreciatively as she gently ran her

fingers up and down his length, moving down to her knees while she

stroked him.

Josh took a deep breath, afraid to move lest he climax right

there and then in her hand. It hadn't taken much more than that

for Jennifer to get him off. Miranda seemed to realize this and

gave him time to relax a little before she did anything else.

Once she was sure Josh had it back under control, Miranda

leaned over and reached out with her tongue to tickle the head of

his cock. The erotic contact was enough to make him jump in his

seat. She gave him another moment, then did it again.

"That feels so good," Josh gasped, remembering how many

times he had imagined Jennifer doing that to him.

"It's going to feel even better," Miranda laughed as she

proceeded to banish the image of her younger rival from his

fantasies.

"Holy shit!" Josh cried out as Miranda dropped down again,

this time deep throating his cock in one quick motion.

Taking no chances now, her fingers closed tight against the

base of his cock, preventing him from reaching orgasm. Her head

bobbed up and down, taking him whole a few more time. Then she

released her lips and let him fall free.

Without pause, she went right back and began to run her

tongue up and down the outside of his cock, working her way from

the tip of his crown to the bottom of his balls. Every little touch

was enough to send an electric spark ripping across Josh's body.

Her wet, erotic massage continued for long minutes, making

his seven inches grow even larger. She could feel the pressure

building up inside of him, threatening to burst forth. Every time

he came too close, she would slow down and let the danger recede.

After almost letting him get too far, Miranda decided to

move on to the main act. Lifting her left breast, she pressed it

against his cock, rubbing her still erect nipple against the tip of his

manhood. Then she repeated the action with her right breast,

after which she took both mounds and wrapped them around his

cock, bathing it in the warmth of her body.

Josh's short moans were interrupted by even shorter

breaths as Miranda pumped his cock with her heavy globes. A look

of bliss filled his face as he arched his head back and rolled his

eyes.

"Do you want to fuck me, Josh?" she asked in a soft

whisper.

She might as well have asked a six year old if they wanted

an ice cream cone as Josh's head snapped back towards her and he

quickly said yes.

"Wouldn't you rather be fucking Jennifer?" Miranda asked

as she used both hands to press her breasts even harder against

his cock.

"Oh no," he insisted.

"I think you're lying," Miranda grinned silently, "but I

really don't think I care."

Wondering if this was what her sister, Alice, felt like when

she screwed some horny kid, Miranda let go of her mounds and

stood all the way up. She turned around and reached behind her to

grab the top of Josh's cock.

"Showtime," she whispered, too low for Josh to hear. Not

that she thought he'd have heard it if she'd shouted. Not with

the way his attention was totally absorbed with the movement of

her body.

Feeling like she was a teenager herself once more, Miranda

straddled Josh, her legs coming to rest on the outside of his. Her

hand still on his cock, she lowered her body until it rested at the

entrance of her pussy. She let it sit there for a few heartbeats,

giving Josh a chance to burn the feel of the soft wetness into his

memory. Then, with a quick push, she gave him something even

more memorable to look back on later in life. His cock buried itself

deep inside of her, the pleasant walls of her sex wrapping around

him and drawing him deeper.

"Oooooooo!" Josh cried out at the sudden envelopment of

his cock. The soft walls of her sex wrapped around him, drawing

him deeper and filling his face with a smile of satisfaction.

The previously unimaginable sensation grew in intensity as

Miranda moved up and down on his shaft. Bracing her hands

against the sides of his chair, Miranda rose and dropped with ever

increasing speed. There was no sense in holding back now, she

thought, it was time to fulfill the last of both their fantasies.

"Oh God....Miranda!.." Josh called out as he tried to match

her motions, bringing his hand up to take hold of her breasts. He

squeezed them tight as he held her body and pressed up to meet

her halfway.

Their pace increased, forming a suction that Miranda was

sure would cause her young lover to climax in just a few more

moments. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of

her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised

and then down with the same abandon. Yet still, Josh managed to

hold back.

Surprised at his sudden self-control, but not one to look a

gift horse, or cock in this case, in the mouth, Miranda moved

quickly to take advantage of the unexpected development. She

stood all the way up, rising as far as she could without having him

slip out of her. Then, with an agility she wasn't sure she still had,

Miranda rotated her body so that she was now facing him.

She pressed her body forward, her breasts coming in

contact with Josh's mouth, even as she began to ride his cock once

more. The pace of the previous few minutes quickly reasserted

itself as Josh kept a firm grip on her ass with his hands, and her

nipples with his mouth.

"Oh baby, fuck me," Miranda moaned as their bodies

bounced harder against each other. "Give me that cock. It feels

so good and I need it so bad."

Unable to verbally respond with his mouth filled with the

flesh of her mounds, Josh did so with actions as he nearly doubled

the speed and force of his actions. At first, Miranda had been

fucking him but control of what was going on again shifted. More

then willing to relinquish her dominance of the situation, the

forty-eight year old gave herself totally to a boy less than half her

age.

With a surge of strength, Josh actually lifted the two of

them off the chair and brought them down onto the kitchen floor.

He pulled out of Miranda and told her to get down on all fours,

exhibiting a take charge attitude she had never seem in him

before. No sooner had she lifted herself into the position he had

directed, the young man moved behind her and, grabbing the sides

of her legs for support, pressed his cock back inside her.

"Oh God yes!" Miranda cried out, not caring how far her

voice carried. "Fuck me, fuck me so hard!"

Miranda totally lost it as he rammed his cock into her over

and over. She lost track of everything around her, aware only of

the roaring pleasures that filled her body. Pleasures that grew

stronger with each passing heartbeat until she was sure she had

reached the limit of her endurance.

But Josh hadn't reached his. After a few more thrusts, he

again pulled out of her and spun her body around so that she was

now face up on the floor. He climbed on top of her and with a skill

that belied his lack of it, slid right back inside of her.

Miranda was so close to orgasm that she could taste it as

she wrapped her arms and legs around Josh, trying to pull him even

further. Josh was doing his best to achieve that same goal, but

even if neither would admit it, it was impossible. The raging rapids

that ripped Miranda's now sweat drenched form filled him as well,

and what the older woman would always think of as his amazing

self-control was finally slipping.

Their bodies grew suddenly tense and they held themselves

tight against the other, sharing the orgasms that joined the two

generations. For one single brief perfect moment, they were

almost one being.

Just as the waves of their climax began to crest, Josh

lifted his head and brought his lips to Miranda's. The passion of

that kiss paralleled that between their legs. It lasted both a

single heartbeat and forever.

Finally it was done and their hot, sweat covered bodies

collapsed upon each other. Too exhausted to even lift themselves

off the floor, they just laid there and enjoyed the afterglow of

their fucking. Closing her eyes for a moment, Miranda now

understood her sister's definition of the word.

"Was I okay?"

"What?" Miranda asked as she opened her eyes to see a

look of concern on Josh's face.

"Was I okay?" Josh repeated. "I really wasn't sure I was

doing it right."

"Kid, you were doing it just fine," Miranda smiled, thinking

what an understatement that was. "The next time you see

Jennifer, I want you to remember something."

"What?" he asked curiously.

"That she is the biggest loser in this town."

The look on his face said he didn't understand, so Miranda

had to elaborate.

"Because she was stupid enough to let you get away, silly,"

Miranda smiled as she kissed him once more.

Her eyes then glanced down between Josh's legs, taking

note that while his cock had shrunk down to a more normal size, it

was still only semi-soft. It would probably not take much to

correct that condition. Not much at all.

"Would you like to try this again?" she asked as she brushed

her fingers against his cock, grinning as it jumped to life at her

touch.

"Sure," his face lit up, "anytime you want me to come over

just..."

"Actually, I was thinking more in terms of maybe ten or

twenty minutes from now," Miranda interrupted.

Josh's face lit up even more.

"One thing though," she asked as he lifted himself off her,

"would you mind if we went upstairs and tried the bed this time?

I'm getting a little too old to be fucking on the kitchen floor and

this tile is doing nothing for my back."

"Oh I'm sorry," Josh quickly said as he helped her up.

"No need to be, love," Miranda smiled, "I'll teach you how to

give a nice massage too. I'm sure you have just what I need to

make it all better."

With that, she led him upstairs for what proved to be a

number of lessons that many of his future lovers would always be

grateful to her for.

-=-=-=-

When Ralph finally came home late the next night, a cooler

full of fish from Peterson's in the back of the car, he found the

locks on the door no longer fit his keys. The small pile of suitcases

on the porch, filled with all his clothes drove the message home.

Miranda was relieved that he didn't even try to lie his way out of

it.

If it hadn't been for her own night with Josh, Miranda

might have been willing to listen to those lies. As it was, the

reminder of what she had been missing in her life gave her the

strength to make a change and move on. She would never become

the adventurer her sister, Alice, was, but she did have an active

and varied enough sex life to keep her happy.

End