It took several minutes for the pair to drag themselves up off the floor. The shock of her climax, the hot dose of Randy's cum, had sobered Jean. She didn't know if she would be able to look the teen in the face.
But it wasn't hard. He was grinning at her with such trusting admiration. She couldn't help but feel good about what had happened. Who said it was perverted for an older woman to make love to a young man? Randy had just given her back her faith in herself.
She smiled and touched his cheek. "You'd better go chop some wood. We don't want the lady of the house wandering what went on here this morning."
That was the fly in the ointment. She had "borrowed" Eileen's lover. The lively brunette seemed more than willing to share everything else with her friend. But, in this case, Jean couldn't help thinking Eileen might not want to be cooperative. Jean's new joy would have to remain a secret from her best friend.
CHAPTER SIX
Eileen could not help noticing the astounding change in her girlfriend's disposition. In the first few days of her visit, Jean's moods had alternated between quiet pleasantness and depression. It was clear the blonde could not free herself of the specter of her troubled marriage. She could not stop missing Todd and worrying that he did not miss her at all. Several times she had started to write him and then had stopped herself. Eileen did nothing to encourage Jean one way or the other. But secretly, she hoped to see her friend freed of a relationship that had so shattered her hopes and her self-confidence.
Eileen had worried that it might not have been fair to leave Jean alone with Randy. She knew any young man seemed to remind the blonde of her husband as he once had been, of the happiness that was gone. The brunette had decided it might be good for Jean to overcome her morbid preoccupations. She hoped that, by spending a morning with Randy, Jean would see he was just Randy. Not Todd. Not anyone else. She thought Jean needed the company. Randy was a cheerful guy.