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“Declan? Are you in there? I need help with groceries,” she yelled.

He groaned as he stood up. The muscles in his thighs were sore and for a minute, he’d forgotten why. Until the scent of Candace filled his nose again. He inhaled and his cock lurched. A smirk crossed his lips. He’d been wanting the hot blonde since he was a kid. Declan distinctly remembered the few times he’d been invited over by her sons, to swim or play video games. He’d always found Mrs. Hutchinson hot, and it was surreal to be with her now. She was still so firm and secure, unlike the young girls he was accustomed to dating. She had the perfect pussy too. It sucked his cock and squeezed around it like it had been molded for his dick. Her husband didn’t know what he had.

“I’ll be right down,” he yelled out to his mom as he slowly lifted from his bed.

Declan made a beeline for the bathroom adjoining his room. He rinsed his mouth with mouthwash and regretted not being able to hold Candace’s taste there longer. As he left his room, descended the stairs to go and help his mom, his thoughts were still with Candace. He wondered when he could go back over. With his parents now home for the evening, it would be a little trickier. He couldn’t just walk up to her front door now. He would have to be slick, find a system that kept his parents from catching on.

He was still deep in thought about the matter as his mother handed him bags from the market. He should have left his number or taken hers. As it stood, he had no real way to contact her about the next time they could get together. Declan wasn’t even sure she wanted the next time. For all he knew, this could just be a ploy to get back at Mr. Hutchinson for something he’d done. Part of him was alright with it being a one-time thing, but the other part of him- the part ruled by his cock - wanted more. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was a woman with limited inhibitions.

He could tell that Candace had even more in her than she was letting on. If this morning was their trial run, then the next time they got together would be explosive. He looked forward to it. As he took things to the kitchen and helped his mother put them away, he promised himself he would get details on the next time soon. He would have the whole summer to make her come, and he planned to do it as often as possible.

Chapter 6

She hadn’t expected him home. When the door opened Thursday morning, she thought it would be Declan. It wasn't that she and Declan had made plans, but that she believed he would come anyway. She nearly choked on her banana nut muffin when she saw it was her husband. Now, as they sat across from each other, Candace was waiting for something to happen. Yet, Claude seemed content to read his newspaper while she nervously drank a glass of tea.

“So, the deal went through without a hitch?”

“I wouldn’t say that, but we were able to wrap it up early. I can’t really complain. Miami is brutal this time of year.”

“Miami? I thought it was Orlando,” Candace spoke in a tempered voice.

Claude clenched the paper tighter. It was a gesture she’d seen him do before when he was scrambling to cover a lie. “Oh, well Orlando was last month sweetheart. You must have them confused.”

“Hmm. Maybe you are right.” Candace finished.

She lifted her mug to her lips and sipped the hot liquid slowly. Normally, she would argue her point, but she didn’t really care where Claude had been at this point. She only wanted him to go back. She’d finally gotten the chance to be with someone who lit her body on fire, and now he was back early. It was ironic. All the trips before this one when she craved his presence, he hadn’t come home. She’d even begged him to end things early once or twice, and he’d always had an excuse. The tables turned quickly.

As she sat on the sofa in the living room and stared out at her pool, she thought of Declan again. What was he doing right now? When would he be free? She could think of at least one place they could sneak off to, but she would have to find a way to get a message to him. Her thoughts were all over the place. There was no way she was going to let her husband’s impromptu return hinder her plans to see Declan again. Her pussy started to tingle just thinking about him. When she’d passed the sidebar in the hallway where they’d spent their first hours together, her legs wobbled. She had to have him again, and soon. She would just have to come up with a way.

Candace tapped her fingers against the mug as she thought. Claude was rambling about one thing or another, but her attention was elsewhere. As she stared out at the pool, her way out came to her in a flash.

“I hired one of the neighbors’ boys to take care of the pool. I think I’m going to let Friday be his first day.”

“You really think some kid is going to be able to keep it up all summer? We should just use the guy we had last year.”

“I cleaned the pool last year,” Candace said dryly.

“Then we’ll hire someone. I’ll call a professional,” Claude said as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

“In the meantime, I’m going next door to tell him he can start tomorrow.” She ignored his comment. Candace rolled her eyes as she walked away from her husband. He was still scrolling through his phone, probably on some review site looking for the best pool boy. Candace didn’t care. With any luck Declan would be the one to answer the door, and she would have her opening. She grew nervous as she took the few steps to her neighbor’s door. She took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Candace tried to look casual and hoped not to draw any attention to herself. There was something about the time she’d spent with Declan that made her feel like it was written all over her face. In reality, there was no way anyone would know what had transpired unless she or Declan told them.

Candace released a heavy breath as she waited for someone to come to the door. It couldn’t have been long before she heard footsteps coming in her direction, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, the door swung open.

“Jody, hey!”

“Hey Candace, what are you up to?”

The petite brunette with wide brown eyes so much like Declan’s stared back at Candace. Candace tried to remain at ease. Her smile was a plastic cut-out of other suburban women’s’ she’d seen. She was just trying to hold it together long enough to see Declan.

“I ran into Declan at the end of your driveway the other day. I told him I was looking for a pool boy, and he mentioned that Jordan might be interested?”

“Oh yeah, he did say something about that. Come on in. I’ll get Jordan and you guys can talk.”

Candace followed Declan’s mother inside their home. She held her breath, hoping that while there she didn’t do anything crazy and give away her secret. Candace stared at a large painting on the wall in the foyer. She hadn’t been invited deeper inside the lavish home, and it was probably for the best. She didn’t trust herself not to try and sneak upstairs or around corners looking for Declan. Candace was starting to sound like a feign. It seemed crazy that their one time together could make her want to risk so much to be with Declan again. Candace mentally scolded herself as she waited. She couldn’t get attached. This was just a fling, and Declan wasn’t the only man on earth with a good cock. He was just a kid for Christ sake!

“What are you doing here?”

He’d caught her off guard. His voice dropped an octave lower as he whisper-spoke his question.

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