The Fling

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When she didn't respond right away, I searched Abigail's blue eyes for an answer to my question. Was she going to give me a chance or would I go home broken-hearted? I started counting in my head, figuring if I got to twenty, it was time to retreat.

"Yes," she breathed after what felt like an eternity but was actually eight seconds.

I gasped slightly as an electric current shocked every nerve in my body. My mouth found hers, and the hunger of our kiss was overwhelming. It was as if every other time had been in preparation for this- our first coming together as two humans who had acknowledged there was much more between them than just sex. Her lips and tongue were hot and wet, which made me long to see if another part of her was, too.

Normally, I liked things to go slowly. For me, lovemaking was like a song; I'd start out with the intro and a verse, slowly build to the chorus, go back to a verse and stronger chorus, which then builds to the release of the bridge and relaxation of the outro. Abigail's children were due to arrive at seven, and I needed to leave before then, so we didn't have the luxury of time.

I broke away from the kiss and looked into her beautiful eyes again before gently lowering her back onto the counter. Pushing her cotton dress up, I licked my lips as I gazed at her cotton panties, eager to taste what was hidden under them. Hooking my fingers on the elastic, I tugged them down her legs and squatted so that my face was level with her womanhood. I pulled her forward slightly, and she braced her feet on my shoulders.

Diving in, I savored her sweet juices while delighting in the immediate effect my tongue had on her quivering core. Making her come was almost too easy, though I wasn't complaining about that. There was an ego boost from knowing I could satisfy her over and over again. For now I'd have to settle for twice, but I hoped we'd be seeing each other very soon.

"Oh god," she whimpered. "I'm so close."

I knew exactly what would send her over the edge. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked rhythmically. Her hands went to my hair, tugging at the curls as her thigh muscles tightened by my ears. Right before she cried out with pleasure, her legs began to shake.

When it was clear she was done, I lifted my head to see her face. She was flushed with perspiration and looked completely spent. I could not wait to fuck her, so I quickly undid my jeans. I was about to roll on the condom I'd stashed in my pocket when the doorbell rang. Cosmo, who'd been sleeping on the upper floor, came bounding down the stairs barking.

"Are your kids home?" I asked.

She looked past me at the clock on the stove. "It's nowhere close to seven, so it can't be them. Lately we've had political groups stopping by constantly over school board issues."

"Okay good," I grinned. "Do you want to hop off and bend over the counter?"

Just then, the distinct sound of the garage door opening caused us both to freeze. "It is them!" she yelled as she jumped down. "Where are my panties?"

I was hurriedly stuffing my erection back in my pants. "Ummmm, I think I tossed them towards the breakfast nook."

She found her underwear and pulled them on right before the door to the mud room flew open. To save myself embarrassment, I rushed to the other side of the counter so that my crotch was out of sight.

"Mom!" Hannah said excitedly as she entered the kitchen. "Why didn't you answer the door?" She looked at me and smiled. "Oh, hi Shawn!"

Abigail brushed her disheveled hair out of her face. "We were sitting outside. Sorry, baby."

Bertie and his father joined us a second later. "This is why I should still have a front door key. Good thing you never changed the garage code," Bert said gruffly before he saw I was there. Once he did, he looked from me to his pink-cheeked ex-wife, and I could practically see the lightbulb go on over his head. He turned to the kids. "Take your bags up to your rooms. You didn't take baths last night, so start those."

"I was gonna swim first," Bertie whined.

"Go unpack and put on your suits," Abigail said. "Your dad and I need to talk a second. I'll come get you and we can have pool time then."

Both kids trudged up the stairs with their small suitcases.

"Seriously?" Bert whispered fiercely, pointing a finger at me. "Were you two...?"

"That's none of your business," Abigail spat back. "If you are going to be thirty minutes early, a text would be nice!"

"Excuse me for thinking you were here alone!"

"I'm allowed to have a life!" she said as she threw her arms in the air. "What if I brought the kids over early for their visit? Would you like that?"

Bert's eyebrows furrowed in anger. "That's different!"

I cleared my throat. "Should I leave?"

"No!" Abigail said at the exact moment that her ex shouted, "Yes!"

Her opinion was the only one that mattered, so I nodded and took a seat at the counter.

"I thought you two were over," Bert stated.

She put her hands on her hips. "We were, but we decided to give it a try. I think you and I should talk about some things related to this."

"Damn right we should! He's not sleeping over when my children are here!"

"You lived with Reagan before you were married and our children stayed with you. Don't be a hypocrite!"

"That was different. Living together and sleepovers are not the same thing. Are you saying he's moving in?"

I held up my hands. "Look man, I've got a place of my own and that's where I plan on living for a long time. Abigail and I just started this, so we're nowhere near the point of living together."

She nodded in agreement. "You need to have faith in me, Bert. For now, Shawn won't be staying over, mainly because I want to ease the kids into the idea of me being involved with someone. They are always my priority. If things progress, things could change, and I promise to keep you informed. Co-parenting means communicating."

He shot me one last dirty look before walking towards the door and exiting.

"Is he like that all the time?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

Abigail took an antibacterial wipe from under the sink and started scrubbing the counter. "He can be great, believe it or not. Our marriage wasn't perfect, but for years we were happy and in love." She threw out the first wipe and used another. "It's irritating how hostile he got about us dating, and I'm sorry you had to witness it."

"Maybe he's got some unresolved feelings and he's jealous," I suggested.

She laughed bitterly. "Not possible. He fell out of love with me a long time ago. When he told me that, it hurt much more than finding out he'd been unfaithful."

I got up and walked over to Abigail, pulling her into my arms protectively. "I'm sorry he put you through all that. You didn't deserve it."

"That's in the past. Can you stick around awhile? We can sit by the pool while the kids swim, and after they go to bed, we could watch a movie."

"I'd love that." I knew that at least for tonight, nothing sexual was going to happen, but this was something I'd have to adjust to if I was going to be in a relationship with a mom.

She called up the stairs to the kids and they came running down a minute later in their swimsuits. We watched them swim for an hour and a half from the lounge chairs, and when they were done, she took them up, made sure they bathed, and then read to them after they brushed their teeth. I used this time to text my friends and my mother that I was seeing Abigail again. Brian was happy for me, but I could tell by my mum's short responses that she wasn't quite so enthusiastic. If things continued the way I hoped, they'd meet, and hopefully that's all it would take for my parents to accept the relationship.

"They are both out," Abigail said once she returned. "Sorry that took so long. Our bedtime routine is no joke."

I chuckled. "It's cool."

"Finding time for each other isn't going to be easy with them home this summer, although they are doing half-day art camp next week."

"That's better than nothing."

"But I also have to get work done while they are gone, so I can't spend every morning with you."

I took her hand and tugged her into my arms. "I'll take what I can get."