Just in Case

I was in my twenties and lived two houses down when it started.

She texted me in the morning.

“Hey, I need your help with the printer and the computer. I got a new printer and it won’t connect to the WiFi. My son tried walking me through it over the phone last night but it’s still not working. I want to make sure it’s hooked up to the PC too. I should be home by seven or eight. He’s away at his summer internship so I’m here by myself.”

I showed up around eight. She answered the door in a tank top and cotton shorts, hair up. She had a glass of wine in her hand and a nervous little laugh when she saw me. She was friendly and laid-back like usual, but stood a little too close while I worked on the floor. After I got the printer connected she poured herself another glass and we ended up in the living room. She stepped in and kissed me. It was sudden. Her mouth was warm and she pressed against me before she pulled back fast, face red.

“Shit,” she said. “You should go.”

I left.

That night she texted.

“I’m sorry about earlier. That shouldn’t have happened. I had too much wine.”

I told her it was fine. I liked it.

She didn’t reply for a while. Then she wrote:

“It was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I said I kept thinking about it. She said it couldn’t happen again. I told her I wanted it to. After a long pause she finally wrote:

“I’ve thought about you before. I just didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want you to think I was some lonely woman trying to use the neighbor. And I didn’t want anyone to find out.”

After that the texting got heavier. A couple nights later she told me she bought a box of condoms and left them in the nightstand. Just in case.

When I came over again she let me in without saying much. We started kissing in the living room. I had her against the wall with my hand down her shorts when she pulled back a little, breathing hard.

“We should use one,” she said. She went to the bedroom, came back with a condom from the box she bought, and handed it to me. I tore it open while she watched. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I pushed into her slow. She was tight and already soaked. I fucked her hard and deep, the headboard knocking against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in until I came inside the condom.

One evening I went over and she put music on in the bedroom — low, heavy songs with deep bass. She turned the volume up and said she usually stayed quiet but tonight she didn’t want to hold back. She lay back and pulled me between her legs. I ate her pussy slow and deep while she held my head with both hands and moaned over the music. Her hips rolled against my face and she got louder every time I sucked on her clit. When she came she grabbed the sheets and cried out, thighs shaking.

She pushed me onto my back and took my cock in her mouth, slow and wet, looking up at me while she sucked. Spit ran down my balls. She took it deep, moaning around it. When she finally climbed on top and sank down on my cock she didn’t hold back. She rode me steady and deep while the music played loud, moaning every time she dropped down and took me all the way inside. I grabbed her ass and fucked up into her until she came again, loud and shaking.

We were still catching our breath when her phone rang. It was her son. She answered while I was lying right next to her. She talked to him in her normal mom voice — asking about the internship, if he needed anything, if everything was okay. I stayed quiet. She kept one hand on my thigh the whole time, squeezing when he said something that made her nervous. When she finally hung up she let out a long breath.

“I hate that I liked that,” she said quietly.

She got up and walked toward the bathroom, then stopped at the nightstand. She grabbed a condom from the box, held it in her hand, and looked back at me.

“Come on.”

The water was hot. She pulled me under and kissed me hard. I dropped to my knees, lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, and ate her pussy while the water ran down her body and over my face. She held onto the wall and moaned. After a minute she turned around, bent over with her hands on the shower wall, and waited. I reached for the condom she brought in, tore it open, and rolled it on before pushing into her from behind. The water hit her back and ran between us. She took me deep, moaning over the sound of the water until she came again.

A few days later I stopped by unannounced in the evening. She was out back watering the garden. We talked for a minute, then I kissed her. She kissed me back but kept glancing at the neighbor’s windows.

“We shouldn’t be out here,” she whispered. She took my hand and walked us to the darker side of the house against the wall. She checked the windows one more time, then reached down and pulled her own shorts down. She was already wet when I pushed two fingers inside her. She gasped against my mouth while I fingered her, kissing her deep. Her pussy gripped my fingers as she pushed back on them.

She was still breathing hard when her eyes dropped to my hand as I pulled a condom from my pocket.

“You had one on you?” she asked, surprised. “Why do you even have a condom in your pocket right now?”

I smiled while tearing it open.

“I always keep one on me when I’m coming to see you.”

She didn’t say anything else. She just turned back around, braced her hands against the wall, and pushed her ass back toward me. I rolled the condom on and pushed into her. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet but kept pushing back, meeting every thrust while I fucked her against the wall. I came inside the condom while she held onto the bricks, breathing fast.

After I pulled out she stayed there for a second, then slowly pulled her shorts back up.

“I’m scared someone’s going to find out,” she said. “My son. The neighbors. Anyone. I keep thinking about what they would think if they knew what I was doing.”

She looked at me.

“But I still want it.”

Two nights later she texted me.

“Come over. The box is still in the nightstand. I’m scared as hell but I keep thinking about it anyway.”