I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-five

Our breathing slowed and finally we both regained enough control and strength to do more than just lie there. Corey decided to roll off of me. He just rolled off and onto my right arm. The sticky semen that had been trapped between us formed little strands between us, kind of like a weak spider web. There was a bunch of mine in his pubs and his was pooling in my navel.

Now that he was no longer on me, I could feel the sweat and semen cooling. It was somewhat uncomfortable. Since he was on my arm I had no way to move enough to reach the towel we kept by the bed. 
“Think you can reach the towel Corey?” I asked.
“How about we see if we can lick each other clean?” he replied.

That sounded like a good idea. We’d have to be careful so it didn’t run off during our efforts at cleanup. 
It took a while before we’d managed to remove the evidence of our fun. I must admit to liking his warm tongue better than a towel. Besides, it got into my navel better. By the same token, his taste made my task more pleasant. All in all it was a very nice way to remove the evidence. 

By the time we each finished our respective duties, I noticed that there appeared to be a pretty good chance of enjoying round two. By now those blue eyes were sparkling and he had a smirk on his face.
“Wanna try again?”

The smirk turned into a truly evil grin as he said, “Want to, the correct expression is want to.”

“Hey, I’m the teacher here.” I guess he had the right to criticize my English. I’d done it enough times to him.
“What are you going to teach me?” he asked, trying to make his voice sexy and seductive.

By now we were both giggling at each other.
“I think you need to learn everything. Maybe I ought to start by teaching you how to kiss.”

His reaction was immediate. He quickly turned onto his side and began kissing me. I don’t know why I’d suggested that. Hell, by now he could give me lessons about kissing. I don’t know if he could teach anyone else but I’d take any lessons he was willing to give me. He seemed more than willing to do that very thing.

Of course as soon as we started kissing we got the usual results. Things immediately became hard. I’ll have to admit they didn’t have that far to go as we were both about halfway there when we started. 
You know, it’s amazing. I mean here we were, kissing, and soon our bodies just sort of automatically took over. I was so busy kissing Corey and being kissed by him that I didn’t have time to think but my body needed no input from my brain. My hand just seemed to naturally find its way to that lovely cock of his. I have no idea if he had to think of what he was doing but his hand soon found mine. We continued to kiss and enjoy that kissing and our respective hands needed no guidance. They soon started doing what hands have done to cocks since time began. He had an advantage as he could use his right hand while I had to use my left but I am getting better at being more ambidextrous. 

Things might have been a little awkward because we were on our sides but somehow our arms managed to find a way to accomplish what they wanted to without breaking up our kissing. Sure, at first our arms kept bumping into each other’s but soon we worked that problem out and the pleasure from stroking hands added to that emanating from our kissing. Talk about a pleasure overload. It’s a good thing that our bodies were able to go on by themselves because I know I was so wrapped up in my happiness stemming from Corey’s kissing that I could in no way have managed to do anything that required any direction from my mind. All I could do was enjoy him and the feelings he was making happen in my mind and body.

It didn’t seem like it took very long before we each reached that little piece of heaven that is shared by two people at times like this. All I can say is it was good, really really good.
When we calmed down enough to again become aware of our surroundings, of course we noticed that the bed was no longer something one wanted to sleep in. We had a choice. We could change the sheets, throw a towel over the mess, or move to 
Corey’s room and bed. We did none of the above. We fell asleep while trying to decide. After all, we had been in bed for a couple of hours making love to each other and we were tired. That fact and the release and relaxation that fellows great sex were just too much for us. In fact the next thing I remember is waking up, stuck to the sheets or maybe I should say the sheets were stuck to me. Whatever. You get the idea.

I managed to get the crusty sheets loose and head for the bathroom. A racehorse had nothing on me. Corey was right behind me, I suppose for the same reason, and we lined up side by side. We both had the usual problem which consisted of trying to get a certain part of our anatomies to cooperate and point in the proper direction. He managed to start first and the sound of his stream hitting the bowl caused mine to start flowing. Blessed relief.

Now one might think that having had a shower the preceding night would mean that one did not need one in the morning. I suppose that might be true under some circumstances but certainly didn’t apply to us this morning. Corey’s somewhat sparse pubic hair was a matted mess. Then I noticed mine was the same way. We both stunk of stale sex. I suppose one might say the evidence of the preceding night’s activities was more than somewhat obvious.

I got the shower started and as soon as the water warmed up we stepped in. While it was a great shower, we each spent a lot of time washing the other, neither of us was quite ready for more than a shower. Instead it consisted of a lot of touching and rubbing and no, there was very little rubbing of that part. By the time we finished we both were nice and hungry.

Since it was the weekend, we decided to go out for breakfast. After all, we didn’t have to get to school on time so there was nothing stopping us from taking all the time we wanted. There was a nice mom and pop restaurant called Marie’s that made their hotcakes from scratch and even boiled potatoes to make their own hash-browns. None of those frozen ones that aren’t worth eating. While we didn’t eat out all that often, Corey really liked it when we went there for breakfast. His only complaint was that the glasses of orange juice needed to be bigger.

It shouldn’t have surprised me when he ordered ham and eggs along with a short stack of hotcakes. None-the-less, it did. I mean, how could he possibly hold a big slice of ham, two eggs, hash-browns, two slices of toast, along with two hotcakes that would have filled me up by themselves? I ordered sausage and eggs and knew that there would be about half of the hash-browns left when I was full. If I tried to eat as much as he did I soon would be unable to get through a door. Kids. Bottomless pits.

When we were finished, I wondered if we ought to go take a nap. We hadn’t gotten as much sleep as we usually did because we’d spent the previous evening engaged in activities that we both loved. He had cheered up and that relaxed me. I really felt good. I mean after all, why shouldn’t I. The team had just completed a perfect season, Corey was once again his usual cheerful self, we were sexually sated, and there was nothing we really had to do. Why wouldn’t I feel good?

Well, we didn’t get the nap. That’s probably just as well as who knows what we might have ended up doing in bed. After all, the sheets still needed changing. We decided to clean house. There were the sheets that needed washing, dirty clothes that needed the same and the usual vacuuming and dusting that always seemed to be waiting to be done. Grrrrr. I hate house work. If they ever invent a self-cleaning house I’ll be at the head of the line to buy one. I don’t care what it costs.

Corey and I were just finishing up when Vern showed up. That called for a break and a cup of coffee. His reason was to give me a check for seven hundred and forty-three dollars that he’d gotten from the sale of some more of the tools. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t need the money but I was sure Nancy wouldn’t settle for anything short of my accepting it. We sat and discussed it for a while. Finally we agreed that we’d think about it for a while and then pick a charity to give the money to. Vern insisted that there would be quite a lot more money as he didn’t have room for all of the tools and besides, he didn’t want some of them.

After that, it was time to load some ammunition. We were going to a trap shoot tomorrow to see if there might be a shotgun for sale that would be appropriate for Corey. While it was getting late in the season for big shoots, this one usually had a pretty decent turnout. That meant that there was a fair chance that there might be one that could be restocked to fit him. We’d just have to take a look and see.
Bob Asher was feeling guilty. He’d been eating at our place so much that he had insisted that we go out to dinner with him. I tried to talk him out of it as I didn’t mind cooking but was unsuccessful. That meant we had to be ready to go at six-thirty. Bob hadn’t told us where he had in mind but I figured it would be acceptable as I’d learned he liked good food. He had said the dress was casual.

When Bob showed up we were ready. Corey had on a pair of slacks with a nice shirt and I was dressed the same. Bob surprised us as he was wearing jeans and a sport shirt. Where we might be going I didn’t know but the dress code was a little more casual than I’d expected.

Without giving us any idea of where we might be going Bob started driving. He headed out of town in a direction that puzzled me. I knew of no restaurants in the direction we were traveling. Corey had managed to get the shotgun seat and I was in the back of Bob’s minivan just listening to Corey pepper Bob with questions as to where we were going. Bob never gave him a clue. He just kept driving.
About twelve miles out of town he turned into a bed and breakfast. I’d known it was there but had no idea you could dine at it. It was a big old farm house that was beautifully landscaped. I’d never met the owners although I had heard of them. 

Bob escorted us in and introduced us. It was apparent that Bob know the couple well. Ronald and Martha Springer looked to be in their mid fifties and were so open and friendly that it wasn’t long before we felt right at home. The first thing the Springer’s did was offer us a drink and Bob and I ordered the same thing, a margarita. I was somewhat surprised that Corey was not asked what he would like but didn’t feel that it would be proper to mention it. Ronald retired to the bar and started mixing the drinks. When he served them I was very surprised when he handed Corey a small version of the same thing. I really wondered if he’d like it. To my knowledge all he’d ever experienced was the wine served with the meals at my place.