JUST AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL–Part 3 of 6

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I was awakened early the following morning by the licking of my ear and the gentle stroking of my cock. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my smiling Rosie. She leaned down to kiss me, morning breath and all, then slid into position on top of me. “Remember what I told you last night about morning, noon, and night?” I could only grin as she moved over me, rubbed my cock into her slit, and slid slowly down my pole. “I loved everything last night; it was just incredible and my orgasm was electric. But, this is my favorite—feeling you stretch me. My poor pussy is tingling like crazy. I think I’m going to cum really soon and really hard. Oh, dear God…it feels so…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH! OHGODOHGODOHGOD! STEVEN! STEVEN–OH, GOD!

Rosie was thrashing around on my cock, her body twisting and turning wildly and completely out of control as her orgasm claimed reign over her mind and body. I held her tightly just as I had last night. I noticed as I pumped into her that she must have had a vaginal orgasm. Her clit had been completely ignored during our vigorous mating. Rosie’s orgasms were the strongest and longest I’d ever seen. I was almost sorry when I reached mine, soaking her pussy with my slick crème, because it signaled the end of hers. We lay together exhausted, but exhilarated in our love for each other for almost an hour until our breathing returned to normal. Then the alarm rang.

We were up at 7:00, showered and dressed and in the car by 7:45. After breakfast at the diner we caught the 9:03 in Huntington to Penn Station in Manhattan, arriving at 10:09 then it was downstairs to the subway north to the Bronx. We walked into the Stadium at 10:40 then I took her straight to the Yankees Team Store where I bought her an official Yankees jersey and cap. I also bought a clear plastic cube as part of my surprise for her.

She wore her jersey out of the store as we found our seats only four rows behind the dugout. “Let’s walk down to the field,” I told her. “Bring your program. Maybe we’ll find someone to autograph it for you.” Rosie was so eager; there was no holding her back. We were there about fifteen minutes, seeing no one, and I could see she was becoming discouraged. Then Alex Rodriguez trotted onto the field.

“Hey, Alex,” I called out.

He turned then smiled. “Hi, Steve,” and began to walk our way, much to Rosie’s amazement. I introduced him to Rosie then she asked if he would sign her program. “I’ll do better than that. Steve phoned me yesterday to tell me you were a huge fan. I asked all the guys to sign a ball for you. It’s a real one with real signatures, not one of those auto-pen jobs. I have it in my locker for you. Hold on a minute.” He disappeared back into the dugout.

Rosie turned to me. “You never told me you knew A-Rod.”

“I met him two years ago when I defended his cousin…another DUI case.”

“Did you get him off?”

“No, that was impossible, but I did get him into a rehab instead of jail and Alex was grateful.”

“Wow…is there anyone you don’t know?”

I couldn’t stifle a laugh. “Only millions of people, if not billions. I only know Alex because one of the cops at the precinct where they took his cousin recommended me as an attorney. I’d represented his brother, too.”

A-Rod returned a few minutes later with a ball in its original box. He opened it and carefully showed Rosie all of the signatures. Then, one by one, the Yankees walked out of the dugout for their warm-ups. Alex called all of them over and introduced us. We shook hands and Rosie even got a few hugs. I guessed it paid to be a really cute young woman–nobody hugged me.

We socialized with the Yankees players until 11:45 when I received a text from Harrison suggesting we meet him and Nadia at Lobel’s. I thanked Alex and the other players before telling Rosie, “C’mon, we’re meeting Harrison and Nadia for lunch, but we have a bit of a walk. They want to eat at Lobel’s which is out behind left field, but the walk will be worth it. Their steak sandwiches are fantastic…not as fantastic as you, but a good second.” I took her hand and led her up to the wide walkway out toward left field.

I spotted Harrison and waved. He and Nadia waved back then Nadia walked quickly to greet us. She hugged me then turned to Rosie. “It’s so good to meet you, Rosalie, especially after talking with you yesterday. You obviously didn’t need any help from me. You look great.” She hugged Rosie and by then slowpoke Harrison had reached us.

“So you’re Steven’s old-fashioned girl.”

“Yup…but last night I decided I wanted to be Steven’s new-fashioned girl and—boy—am I glad I did!”
Harrison and Nadia laughed hysterically and I was sure my face was beet bed. It stayed that way until Rosie said, “What?”

Then I joined in, hugging and kissing Rosie who was still confused as we walked into Lobel’s. I wasn’t kidding when I had told Rosie that their steak sandwiches were fantastic. Forty minutes later we strolled back to our seats, Nadia and Rosie in the lead talking up a storm. It was great, knowing that Rosie had a friend in my best friend’s wife.

Harrison’s family had been much wealthier than mine. Dad was a successful electrical contractor and we lived well in an upscale community with excellent public schools. Harrison’s dad though was a Harvard Law grad and a founder of what grew to be one of the Island’s biggest and most successful law firms. Harrison went to Florida on Spring Break; I went to work in my dad’s company. Harrison went to study abroad during his junior year, meeting Nadia at Moscow State University. They lived together for most of Harrison’s stay there then she returned to the U.S. with him when his work there was completed. They were married as soon as he graduated. I was best man and Nick was an usher. We both still lived in Centerport, only a few minutes from each other.

Harrison and I sat in the box’s rear seats while Nadia and Rosie sat up front. We had a great time cheering everything the Yanks did that day and when the game was over it was clear that Rosie had won over my best friend and his wife. The gals led the way to the steakhouse with Harrison and me trailing behind. “I can see why you’re smitten, Steve. She’s an incredible woman. You’re very lucky. Has she said anything about how she feels about you?”

“Yeah, she’s told me about a hundred times how much she loves me. You’re absolutely correct—I am a very lucky man.”

Dinner was great—great and expensive. I spent more than $500 for dinner, drinks, and tip, but it was worth every penny to see the expression on Rosie’s face as each course was served. I was tempted to try the raw oysters, but I knew what Harrison would say and I needed no help making love with Rosie.

The subway station was virtually deserted by the time we had finished eating—just the opposite of the immediate post-game crowd pressing into each other on the small platform and stairway. We talked and joked all the way home, separating when we reached the station in Huntington. Harrison and Nadia thanked me for dinner; I thanked them for the tickets which were much more expensive than dinner even though the firm had paid for them.

Rosie was still ecstatic on the short drive home. She held the plastic cube with her autographed ball to her chest, placing it in the center of the triple dresser she had commandeered in the bedroom. We undressed each other slowly, taking plenty of time to hug and kiss and grope. That continued in the shower until Rosie had turned the water off. “Enough, Steven; I am so hot for you now. Please take me to bed and fuck me until I can’t move. I told Nadia about my orgasm last night and she was so jealous. I can’t believe it either. I’ve never had a vaginal orgasm.”

“I don’t think that’s true any longer, is it?” Rosie blushed as she grinned. I pulled her into my arms and carried her to bed, placing her gently in the center then climbed in after her. A second later I was kneeling between her legs as her pussy glistened in the dim light from the bathroom. I was tempted to take a taste, but Rosie had asked to be fucked and that’s what she was going to get.

My cock was oozing pre-cum when I rubbed it into her slit twice then, leaning forward, I pressed home, bottoming out in two quick thrusts. I assaulted her pussy, but apparently it was exactly what Rosie wanted. Her legs were up and around my back almost instantly as she met my every thrust with one of her own.
I wasn’t accustomed to daily sex, having done it three to four times a week when Sheila had shared my home. Young associates in law firms work very long hours to get ahead. She often brought work home and was exhausted by the time she was done. She was great in bed, but I much preferred Rosie. Rosie’s body was smaller and her pussy tighter, plus while I liked Sheila a lot, I loved and was falling deeply in love with Rosie. Looking back I realized that I had fucked Sheila many times, but I had never actually made love with her.

We moved together at a rapid pace so, even with making love this morning, neither of us was going to last very long. Indeed, Rosie began to shake as her movements became even more frenetic. When I moved her legs over my shoulders Rosie was bent in two, but my cock rubbed her G-spot with every thrust and every withdrawal. It was merely seconds before she totally lost it. Convulsions ran through her body with such force that I was almost bucked off despite my weight. Her pussy pulsed, constricting my organ, and that was all it took. Rosie was plunging deep into the abyss, her eyes rolled all the way back into her head as my first load erupted from my swollen dick. Five more times it erupted until my balls moved away from my body. I moved quickly to release Rosie’s legs. Moving to her right I pulled her onto my body, the blanket following her almost immediately.

I realized immediately that I had made a mistake. Rather than move the blanket and sheet down before taking Rosie, now we were pretty much forced to sleep on top with half of the blanket folded over us. We were both a sweaty cum-soaked mess. My cock was oozing and Rosie was leaking. This blanket was going to need a good washing in the morning. Rosie was already asleep, snuggling into my body as she did every night that we shared my bed. I smiled as I closed my eyes and joined her in sweet slumber.


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Rosie was awake and seated on the side of the bed when I woke. She was holding her plastic cube and autographed ball, checking out the signatures carefully. “Oh my God, Steven; Derek Jeter must have been there. I have his autograph on my ball.” She leaned over to kiss me then whispered, “This is the best surprise I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to tell my dad. He’ll be so jealous.”

“Do you think he knows…you know, about us?”

“I think he does. He’s really smart, especially about people and you didn’t help any by telling Mom that we hadn’t known each other long enough for you to propose.”

“Why don’t we get up and find a restaurant with a Sunday brunch? Believe it or not, I’m starving, even after that fantastic meal yesterday.”

“It was great, wasn’t it? I loved the lunch, too. I really like your friend and Nadia is wonderful. It’s hard to believe that they met in Russia.”

“Yeah, if you have enough money you can study anywhere. My folks would never go for that. If I wasn’t at school I had to be working in the electrical business. I never received an allowance. I had to work for everything. In retrospect, it was a good lesson to learn. It served me well in college and law school and even better once I began working.”

“Was working for the Manhattan DA interesting?”

“It would have been if only I had a spare second take a look. I was handed four cases my first day and another six the next. I reviewed everything I did with an experienced attorney for the first two weeks then I was on my own. It was hard work, but I learned a lot. My first week on my own I was assigned a big trial by one of the judges. I must have done okay, because clients started to come in droves. Now I have too many.”

“Do you think you might hire another associate?”

“Maybe…but not now…not yet. C’mon, one of us needs a shower.” Rosie looked down at the juices that had dried on her thighs and abdomen then she looked at me and laughed.

“I think you need to change that. You’re as big a mess as I am.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Maybe, but you can make me dirty like that any time.”

Rosie leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “Me, too.” She took my hand and we walked together to the shower. It was just as much fun as all of our previous efforts and I had a strong feeling that would never change.

We dressed and I drove us into Northport. I thought that I recalled something about the Yacht Club having a Sunday brunch. Hopefully, it would be a buffet. I was pleased when we walked in to find exactly that. We found a table on the upper deck. It was sheltered from the sun, but outside where we could enjoy the mild spring weather. The temperature that morning was in the high seventies with just the slightest breeze.
Holding Rosie’s hand I led her to the buffet. “Why don’t we take a walk-through first, Steven? You know, so we can get the lay of the land?”

Yet another chuckle escaped my lips.