“Nice place you have here,” I complimented her.

“I try.”

“Looks like you’re doing more than that. You’re succeeding.”

“Thank you.”

I stood there butt naked at the foot of her bed while she pulled her sheets and quilt back.

“You want me to climb in and put a condom on?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yeah, you do that. I’ll go check my daughter right quick.”

I took out my first condom, slid it down my shaft, and climbed into Theresa’s comfortable high bed to wait for her.

She walked back in from checking up on her daughter and closed her bedroom door, leaving a slight crack.

“Is she all right?” I asked her.

She nodded again. “Yeah.” Then she climbed into bed with me while still wearing her pink nightgown. She straddled me and leaned over to kiss my chest.

“You have a beautiful body, too,” she told me.

I said, “It’s a job.”

She immediately grabbed my dick and slid it into her. It wasn’t a perfect fit either. She was a bit tight.

“Mmm,” she grunted, “this is gonna hurt a little bit.” She slid my erect manhood inside of her anyway. Then she began to ride me real slowly.

She asked me, “You get to do a lot of pretty girls, don’t you? So I’m just another one.”

I was paying more attention to her slow stroke. She was doing a pretty good job of it.

I asked her, “Does that bother you?”

She shrugged. “I guess you take it if you can get it,” she commented. “Just keep yourself safe, that’s all I can say.”

With her talking to me and stroking me at the same time, it threw off my rhythm. I didn’t know when to brace myself for the pleasure, it just kind of snuck up on me.

“Oooh, shit, you, ooh,” I responded to her, jerking forward. She had some tight pussy, too. Her sweet cave was as fit as her body, so I could feel every slow pull on my dick.

She balanced herself against my stomach and moved in small, up and down circles that were killing me. I leaned up and sucked her shapely titties. She had the kind of titties that didn’t need a push-up bra. They were already up.

As soon as I began to suck on her chest, she cradled my head like a baby and fingered over my short-cut hair.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and continued to stroke me with her body.

I thought about how peaceful it was. There we were in the silent dark of her bedroom, slow fucking, while all kinds of chaos awaited in the streets. No wonder sex was so powerful and addictive. It was an oasis of humanity; man and woman enjoying the explosive forces of their natural bodies in every city, town, and private home.

I started thinking that I was glad I had decided to go through with it. Everybody needed love, or the feelings of love. There was no race, class, or gender to separate those feelings. Maybe guys thought about sex more physically than women, and women thought about it more emotionally than men, but it was what it was, and it needed to be available to all of us. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed Theresa’s ride in peaceful silence.