“Oh my gosh, what did you put in that sauce?” I say as I try and catch my breath back. I had the best meal of my life especially the desert. It was the perfect part of the meal.

Jennifer laughs as I attempt to lift her off the table. Jennifer cooked a three-course meal and wore a tight black dress. I tried my best to eat and concentrate on the meal, but my cock was so fucking hard, hurting and throbbing so much that the conversation was light and the only thing on my mind was taking her up to the bedroom. But, we didn’t make it that far. I tried my best to control myself so that I didn’t ruin her efforts. I know that she had been working hard on the meal. One thing about Jennifer, she’s so easy to read. When she told me to come round tonight and wear something special, I knew that she was going that extra mile tonight. And from the moment she opened the door, she took my breath away.

There were candles all around the dining room and throughout the house. She had this big grin on her face, from the moment she opened the door, and her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and she had no makeup, just heels, and her tight black dress. Her heels were so fucking high that her calf muscles were so tight all I wanted to do was run my tongue all the way from her toes right up to her head.

As soon as we finished the main meal of sea-food risotto and I tried to resist the temptation to have another serving, all I could do was roll on to desert and hope that it was her pussy that was on the menu.

She had on a black dress that hung to her like a second skin. It was off the shoulder, and it was holding up her breasts, and I knew that all I had to do was tug it down and I would have both her breasts in the palm of my hand.

She had pieces of Italy everywhere with the candles. From the flag to Italian music playing in the background. I told her that I’d always wanted to visit Italy and she went out of her way to bring it here tonight. Just for me. No one takes what I say seriously. Because I’m a ball player they think that all I do is live for the sport and when I’m not on the field then all I want is some pussy.

Jennifer’s taken me away from that; she’s making me see that there’s more to me. More to life. As soon as I finished the risotto, she took off her dress and gave me her pussy as the desert. I got rid of everything on the dining table with one hand and put her sweet pussy on top of it. It was the hottest thing that I’ve ever done in my life. She didn’t even complain; she laughed as the plates went smashing on the ground.

But it didn’t just end there; I had to take her. I couldn’t control myself, and I fucked her on top of the table.

I’m panting trying to get my breath back and judging by her lack of response, I’m not the only one.

“Is this what you’ve been up to all day?”

She nods her head. “All day.”

I shake my head feeling bad about not being able to control myself. I shouldn’t have smashed everything on the ground like that. I should have been patient and taken her upstairs, but I couldn’t wait that long.

I laugh as I lift her up and say, “I should have taken you upstairs.”

She springs up. “What would have been the fun in that?”

“I’ve created a monster,” I tease as I start to pick up the plates.

“Jason, no. I’ll do that later. Let’s go up. I’m tired. I’ve been shopping all day and cooking the rest. I want to lie down.”

I reassure her, “You don’t want to wake-up in the morning and have all this to clear up. You go and lie down, and I’ll clean it up.”

I zip up my pants and start getting to work.

“After all, I created the mess,” I sigh feeling guilty that I made such a mess in her house.

She tugs my arm. “Did we swap ages or something?” I’m completely lost because I don’t know what she’s talking about.

“What do you mean by swapping ages?”

She wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’m the mom, supposed to be worrying about cleaning up. Not you.”

She sighs. “When are you going to college? You’re going to be leaving, and then I’ll have nothing but cleaning to do. That’s all I’ve done my whole life.”

“Jennifer, have you been drinking?”

She shakes her head. “Are you listening to me?” She jumps up into my arms. “Take me upstairs because I want to enjoy every moment of you until you go back to college.”

“In two weeks I’ll be gone, but that doesn’t mean that we need to end it, does it?” That’s all that’s been playing on my mind; I can’t say goodbye to her. I don’t want to.

She smiles. “I don’t want to end it. I want there to be more than one summer. I want so many, but let’s face it. We have your mom, my son. There’s no way that they’ll accept us.”

I hold her in my arms and stride up to her room. The place that I’ll spend the night with her in my arms.

“I don’t care because I love you, Jennifer, and I’m not letting you go.”

I grip her tighter.

She kisses me gently on the lips, and I stop before climbing up the stairs.

“Good, because I love you too, Jason. We can take it one step at a time.”

I chuckle as I take her up the stairs. “That’s exactly what I intend to do. One step at a time.”

I know that once we get upstairs, I have no intention of just holding her. I have every intention of making love to her, all night long.