So he was going to be in town for a few weeks? That created an interesting array of possibilities, but I didn't want to get my hopes up that what had happened between us was more than just a once in a lifetime, quickie, boots knocking that cleared both of our sinuses and let off some stress. I wouldn't mind a repeat in a place where we could actually stretch out and explore things, but considering that I had brutalized his young hide in several ways, the poor guy was probably wanting nothing more than to escape my house alive and with the stuff he came to reclaim. I got up to get him some more coffee and I noticed he had already scarfed down the plate I made him, so I brought over the skillet and spooned the rest of it onto his plate and told him, "Finish it up, you could use a little meat on your bones to help keep your pants up on your ass, I noticed they tend to slide down quite a bit when you are up on stage." He grinned at me and said, " Soo, you were looking at my butt?" I just gave him a look that said, "Duh". He ate like it was his last meal and then brought his plate over to the sink and rinsed it off. I was a bit surprised, the boy was housebroken.

He sat down to finish his coffee and then asked, " So what are you doing today?" I didn't know what to say without sounding like a total misanthrope, but I figured the truth was the best way to go, " I usually spend my Saturday just relaxing around the house, doing any reports that need doing, housework or catching up on any DVR'd movies I missed, or sometimes I have trainings for the SWAT team or I just go to the gym for a few hours." He seemed to be contemplating things for a moment and then he looked at me and said, "So would you like some company for today, if your daughter isn't going to be home?" I about choked to death on my coffee, if he was offering what I think he was offering, I was about to have the Saturday to end all Saturdays and I was hopefully going to have it without injuring him any worse than I already had.

"Aren't you scared your gonna get hurt more hanging around with me, after all, I am not the easiest of people to be around and you have to bruises to prove it." It was true! looking at him in the morning light, I could see he had my teeth marks in the top of his ear, a light bruise and scrape on his cheek and chin, his elbows were scraped up, and he had an array of bruises up and down his arms where I had roughed him up. We wont even discuss the whopper of a bruise on his thigh and the scratches I left on his back. " "You are a masochist aren't you?" He laughed and said, "Maybe, but maybe I just enjoyed myself and thought you did to and if that's the case, then why not enjoy ourselves a little more?" I couldn't fault his logic and damn, just thinking about the things the boy could do with his hips brought the shivers to me. "Well, it is going to be awhile before your clothes are dry, so I don't see any reason to shove you out the door right away and im not expecting daughter home until Sunday evening, so you are welcome to stay as long as you want, I figure fellas like you are kinda like stray cats, you feed em, you are stuck with em for a bit, but I promise to try and not rough you up too much." I set my plate in the sink and told him I was going to go and take a shower, he was welcome to use the phone or watch tv or whatever while I cleaned up and found my own clothes, because daughter hated it when I wore her jeans and I wanted to get them in the wash and clean before she found out.

I had to suppress a desire to squee like a tween as I walked down the hall to my bedroom. I was doing an internal happy dance because I knew I was gonna be getting some! I figured I better scrub up good and hit the high spots again with a razor just in case, God knows at my age things decide to go wacky and grow all over the damn place, and that was just unpleasant. I had just finished up with the razor and was enjoying a nice leisurely soak under the hot spray when I heard him come into the bathroom. I froze thinking that while shower sex might sound like fun in theory, in practice it often resulted in running out of hot water before things got accomplished and after a nasty fall that left bruises that were really hard to explain, during my last relationship, I had veered away from it, but I knew he was standing there, right outside the curtain as if he was trying to decide what to do, so I decided to make up his mind for him, I reached down and shut the water off and opened the curtain to find him standing there, naked with a towel in his hands.

" Kinky! Is this a role-playing thing? Are you my towel boy? , if so, I like it." He handed me the towel and as I dried off he took another towel off the rack and began to gently pat down my back and places he could reach. Truthfully it was pretty damn hot, and I found myself getting more than a little turned on, so I turned so he had access to the front of me and I had access to the front of him. He had a nice body, not to muscely and overdone, not too skinny, but in the middle and tight. He had a nice array of tattoos that all looked well done and not too cliché for a Hollywood type of guy. I could see he was checking out my tattoos and scars as well, and when he reached up and traced the one at the base of my neck I answered the question I knew was coming, "Straight razor from a meth'ed up angry ex, a long time ago." His eyes got a little big at that one, but I decided it was time to put an end to any talking and I ran my fingers down his chest to his happy trail, and that was the end of his questions. I just wanted to touch him all over, so, I did and he did the same. We slammed together like a couple of wild animals going at each other and everything on my bathroom counter got shoved either to the floor or to the back as he lifted me up and set my ass on the edge of the counter, and before I could say anything he was between my legs and then OH. MY. GOD. HE WAS IN ME and going for it like a jackrabbit on speed. It felt so damn good I think I went blind for a minute or two and he had a hold of my legs and was doing some kind of thrust with a twist that just had me seeing stars, I swear I lost my mind. We were grunting and rutting like we had lost our damn minds and then he all of the sudden stiffened and thrust so hard that I know I felt a molar come loose, and I knew he had just come, and ill be damned if didn't follow right along with him.

When we could finally both breathe again, I reached over and grabbed a towel to wrap around me and I handed one to him as he started nuzzling and kissing around my ear and down my neck. I swear the boy was possessed or something because he had just put it to me like he was running a race to win it, and it felt like he was trying to start it up again. He wrapped his arms around me and kept working on my neck and kissing me as I was trying to clear my head and think, but he had some kind of voodoo going on, because he shoved the door open and we ended up stumbling across the room to my bed where he went back to work on me, using his hands, and whatever else he happed to think of, to not just rock my world, he turned it upside down, slapped it on the ass and left it wondering just what kind of meteor had struck it? Three years of sexual frustration came out and I did things with that boy that I haven't done since I was in my early 20's. He was flexible, and oh so energetic and vocal and he had the dirtiest mouth,(who knew I would find that sexy?) We didn't stop for lunch, we didn't stop for dinner, we finally stopped when I passed the hell out sometime around midnight, I think. I lost track of time with all the kissing and touching and exploring and mayhem that was going on in my bedroom. It was so wild that Jack didn't even venture into my room to bitch at me about his lack of dinner. We fell asleep wrapped up in each other and the remains of the bed, sticky and sweaty and exhausted. I woke up the next day covered with a blanket, to find him gone.

Waking up was surreal. Everything that had gone on came flashing through my mind and I realized that I must have lost my everloving mind because I had engaged in hours and hours of unprotected sex with a young rock star. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell was I thinking? He had an excuse , he's a guy and guys think with their little heads more than their big heads about half the damn time, but I had not fucking excuse at all. I was a grown assed woman and I KNEW better. Holy shit! I was in it for sure now. My personal belief system didn't allow for anything like the morning after pill, though I was more than okay with taking other women to get it when they had been assaulted against their will, but I had done this oh so willingly. Disease was also a fear and I was just screwed six different way from Sunday.

I needed to get my ass outta bed and see if he had left a note or anything, and then I needed to clean up the disaster that was my bedroom before daughter got home and realized that I had been up to a little sumptin sumptin. I found my pjama pants and a t-shirt and went wandering through the house. It was clear he was gone, the dryer was open and the clothes that had been in it were neatly folded on top, with his gone. Jack had actually been fed so that was why he had not come bitching at me to get up. The dishes were in the washer and the house was mostly in order, the only thing that was a total disaster was my bedroom. I didn't find any note or anything, so I walked back into my bedroom to see if there was anything on the dresser, but not even there. He had actually just come and gone.

I was kinda bummed and a little stressed out to find him gone without so much as a note. I opened my phone to see that he had typed a note into it that said, "Had 2go2 wrk. Took ur#s u have mine, use them. CUL8R J" Luckily I can read text speak thanks to having a teen daughter and from dealing with translating drug dealers texts and messages over the years. I was relieved to have his contact information, but I wasn't planning on calling him right up. I needed to clean up the evidence of my debauchery and then get a shower and my game face on before my daughter got home as well as the fact I needed to either be doing some serious finger crossing to all the deities that women had prayed to over the centuries when they didn't want lasting evidence of their messing around. Its not that I was totally anti-baby or anything like that, but at 41 years old with my kid within sight of the door and my career as a cop and SWAT team member as well as the fact it would send a hell of a message to my daughter if her mom got knocked up from a 2 night stand with HER favorite rock star…it was knee weakening and all I could do was look at the calendar and hope like hell that the numbers added up to at least the rhythm method working in my favor.

Fuuuuck! That was all I could say. My timing could not have been worse. His timing could not have been worse, our timing could not have been worse! Fuck! I just got in the shower and tried to wash away all the evidence and funk and then soak my head while I contemplated the implications of everything. Yes, it may seem like I am the last woman in the world not on birth control, but when you are a smoker and you aren't having regular sex, its like, 'Why bother?" so I hadn't for a long time and now that was going to bite me in the ass. After I got out of the shower and dried off, I realized that not only did I leave a mark on him, he had left more than a few marks on me, I had hickeys! I swore and hoped his cute ears were burning off his head where ever he was because I not only had hickeys on my breasts, and both collarbones, he had also managed to give me one on my neck! What the hell, was the boy a damn vampire? I was fully intending to put a boot in his young ass if I ever saw him again. I was going to have to wear some concealer, if I could find any in the house and definitely wear collared shirts.

Stripping the bed was embarrassing. It looked and smelled like something out of a porn movie and I was glad I had woken up before daughter got home. I got the sheets and the blankets into the wash and then I even rotated the mattress around just in case. I wiped down the bedside tables and the dresser and then I went in and cleaned my bathroom, especially the counter, and put everything back the way it was before the great sex debacle. I dug out a fresh set of sheets and got them on and made the bed up except for the blankets and then I went to get some idea of what I was cooking for dinner, trying to keep things business as usual though I knew I was going to be in full freak out mode for at least the next two weeks, or until I could start taking tests to find out if I was taking my shotgun and hunting down the young rock star.