Leo went up the stairs slow.
His cock was still hard. He had been hard for two hours. Somewhere between Maude tilting her hips up into his hand for the first time and Maude coming apart on his fingers on the couch, his body had gotten past the point of being able to stand down on its own. The taste of her was still faint on the side of his tongue. His palm was still a little shiny.
The soundproofed hallway on the second floor was silent; he could hear his own breathing.
He stopped at the door of Manjula's room.
He didn't knock.
…
Manjula was on the floor of her bedroom, barefoot on the carpet, stretching.
She had moved the ironing board to the wall and laid out a thin folded blanket on the carpet. On top of it she was sitting in a deep hurdler's stretch. She had one leg folded under her with the full brown cheek on that side pushed up and out to the side, spread and exposed by the position, the other leg stretched long in front of her, her torso bent forward over the long leg with her nose almost at her knee. Three days cooped up had wound her body into a knot. She had to move or she was going to lose her mind.
She was in a white nightgown. The thin cotton had ridden up high at the back from the folded position, bunched around her lower back, and from the doorway Leo could see her full ass on display, the heavy chocolate cheeks spread wide by the stretch, the red cotton of her panties pulled tight and wedged deep in between them, swallowed by flesh. Her long black braid had come loose from its wrap and lay down the length of her spine. A layer of very faint sweat had gathered on the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades.
She wasn't expecting anyone to come in.
The door moved.
She looked up.
Leo stood in the open doorway, one hand still on the knob, looking at her like he'd forgotten what he came up for.
"Leo."
"I was thinking about you." He told her.
Embarrassed, Manjula's stretched leg quickly pulled back in. She sat up. Her gown fell back to her thigh.
"…You were?"
"Yes, couldn't stop. I missed you down there."
For Manjula, the words hit hard. A week ago she had been in a motel on the edge of Springfield with a cracked lock on her door and a husband who had been inside another woman on his own store's cameras. And now, she was on a folded blanket in a sunlit room in a caring man's house, being told by that man that he had missed her.
'He was thinking about me.'
She wanted to ask what he'd been thinking about specifically. The words were half-formed on her tongue.
And then her eyes dropped, and her mouth closed, and the words went somewhere else.
The front of his jeans was tented out in a long heavy ridge that ran down the inside of his thigh. She had seen his outline through his boxer briefs once, the morning after the lawyer. She had said something out loud about Apu she shouldn't have. But she had not, since then, seen him like this.
'Was this because of me? He said he was thinking about me.'
'Was he thinking about me and got this hard?'
Her face went warm. She got up off the blanket slow.
…
Leo met her in the middle of the room.
He pulled her into him with one hand at the small of her back and the other sliding up into the hair at the bottom of her neck, and Manjula came easily, her face fitting against his chest.
His hand at her back was a little damp against the thin cotton.
She noticed. Leo talked before she could.
"Sorry," he said. "I was just doing the dishes the client used."
"Oh."
She accepted it. Of course she did. Leo had a client over, he probably served coffee. Leo was the type of man to not leave dishes in the sink. She learned that in the past days. Manjula would've never guessed it was actually damp from playing with Maude's clit just a couple minutes earlier.
She pressed closer.
The length of his dick bumped against her lower belly through two layers of fabric.
Her breath got stuck.
Her left hand drifted down on its own, slow, the knuckles brushing along the outline of his cock print through his jeans. She didn't grab. She just ran her hand over the shape of him once, down from the base of where the ridge started to where it ended halfway to his knee, and then she let her hand rest there, palm flat, feeling it all through the denim.
"Leo."
"Mm?"
"Is thinking about me the reason you are like this?"
"Yes."
Her face went warmer.
'Yes.' She repeated.
…
Manjula's brain, which had been quiet, started turning.
In her lap she had her palm pressed against the hardest part of the most handsome man who had put her up in a beautiful guest room, fed her, held her while she cried, cuddled her without asking for anything, soundproofed the second floor so she could be comfortable, gotten her a job, and then walked upstairs to tell her he had missed her.
He had asked nothing in return.
She had been in this room, in this house, for three days with barely a step outside. She had been doing her small bedroom stretches because she could not be seen outside, and it was not enough. Her body had a hum in it that needed out. Her hips were tight. Her lower back was tight. The whole line of her down the backs of her thighs was tight.
And also, also — she had been watching him eat across a table from her for three mornings now in his t-shirt with his arms bare. The outline under her palm was begging for her. She could feel it.
'I can give him something back. And I can get something my body has been asking for. A good stretch. At the same time.'
She looked up at him.
"I have been needing exercise, Leo."
"…Exercise."
"Being up here is not good for the body. My hips are tight. My back is tight. My stretching is not enough." She kept her hand where it was. Pressed a little. "Maybe… we can help each other with this."
'Whattt I don't believe it. Just kidding. It's just as I expected'
A small laugh formed from the back of his throat.
He cupped her cheek with the damp, love and saliva mixture, hand. He leaned down and kissed her.
It was not a gentle kiss. Two hours of Maude came out in it all at once.
Manjula opened her mouth under his and hung on.
…
He walked her backward to the bed without breaking the kiss.
The thin nightgown went up over her head between one step and the next. Her bra landed on the floor by the bed, her heavy dark brown tits falling free and swinging with every step backward, her thick nipples stiff in the cold air. Her red panties followed a step later, pulled down her thick thighs and left somewhere on the carpet, leaving her completely nude and exposed, her plump brown pussy on full display, already slick and glistening between her legs.
She got one of Leo's shirt buttons open before he did the rest himself. The rest of him came off fast — shirt off his shoulders, belt undone one-handed, jeans and boxers pushed down in one motion — and his thick cock sprang free, freely hanging heavy between his legs. Manjula's eyes went straight to it.
Leo kissed her down onto the mattress.
They did not do what they had done the first night after the lawyer, which had been a slow buildup. This was not that. This was him sitting back on his heels in the middle of the bed with his hands hooked under the backs of her thighs, folding her almost in half with her knees pressed up toward her tits, her full brown ass lifted off the sheets and her soaking pussy spread open and tilted up toward him. He watched her face the first time he pushed the thick head of his cock past her lips and sank in, watched her mouth fall open and her eyes squeeze shut as her wet cunt stretched wide around him inch by inch, her heavy tits jiggling on her chest from the force of that first push.
The first stroke dragged out slow and pushed back in deep, and her back arched clean off the mattress, her tits thrust up toward the ceiling. The second was harder, and her hands flew to the sheet and fisted the cotton, her knuckles going pale as their bodies shook the bed. By the fourth, his hips were slapping loud against the backs of her thighs, his cock hammering somewhere deep inside her. She let out a broken wet whimper that caught on every thrust and climbed higher each time.
He was bigger than Apu. She had already known this from the outline through the boxers and from their night together where she took it in her asshole. His cock was thicker than anything she had ever imagined a man's could be. Three days of his attention had done something to her body that all her years of her marriage had not. She was wetter, louder, more awake in her own skin than she had ever been, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her cunt gripping at him every time he pulled back like it was begging him to stay.
She felt used in the most wonderful way. Her body was not hers right now, it was his He was taking her like she was something he owned. The full length of him was a lot. She took it.
Leo's eyes ran down her like he was making notes.
Compared to Maude, Manjula's breasts were bigger. It seemed like every woman in this town had big boobs so far. If he was being honest, Marge still held the top spot on the size list in his head — Marge, then Manjula, then Maude, followed by Edna, and lastly Cookie.
Maude's had been heavy and pale, a soft D-cup that sat wide on her chest with a gentle outward slope, her pink areolas large and flat against her skin, her nipples small and delicate and a rose color when hard. Manjula's, on the other hand, were a full size larger, round and high and heavy, sitting up on her chest like they defied physics. Her wide dark areolas were at least twice the size of Maude's, puffy and raised in small brown domes, her thick brown nipples standing stiff and nearly twice as long when hard. Where Maude's chest had a graceful slope, Manjula's was a pair of full heavy globes.
Maude's belly had a tiny stretch mark he had only seen at close range. Manjula's had a full record of them, faint lines running in soft waves across the lower curve.
Even the hair between their legs was different. Maude had been waxed smooth in the places he had seen around the edges of her underwear, and he assumed the rest matched. Manjula hadn't shaved since she had moved in. It was fine though, because it was still trimmed neat. She has a dark patch of hair above her pussy.
And the sounds. Maude's moans were short and guilty, cut off every few seconds by a hand flying to her mouth like she could take them back. Manjula was beneath him, taking his full length, making no effort to quiet any of it. She made low, throaty moans that rolled out of her with every thrust, her voice cracking open on the deeper strokes into breathy Hindi words he did not understand and did not need to.
Leo kept her like this while pounding her. Manjula was pinned in a bed folded in half beneath him with her thick brown thighs pressed up against her own tits, her mouth open wide.
Her feet were right there at his shoulders, framing his face on either side from the position he had her folded in. Delicate, small, almost doll-like, the soles a soft lighter tan compared to the deep chocolate of the tops. Her toes were short and perfectly even, curled tight from the pleasure, a thin silver toe ring on the second toe of her right foot. The nails were painted a faded henna red, chipped slightly at the edges from a pedicure she had given herself weeks ago.
He turned his head slightly and pressed a slow kiss to the inside of her ankle. She twitched, her toes curling even tighter. The skin there was soft, barely calloused. He dragged his lips down along the side of her foot, not breaking stride with his hips, and her pussy clenched visibly around his cock at the touch.
"Mmh—" she gasped.
He caught her big toe between his lips and sucked, his tongue dragging slow across it, the little silver ring clicking against his teeth. "Leo—" her voice came out cracked. He had a feeling Apu hadn't done much with her feet. One more first for Leo on the growing list.
He let her toe slip from his mouth and bent down further, his chest pressing her folded knees harder into her tits as he brought his mouth to her neck. His cock slid another slow inch deeper into her as he did, the wet sounds of it loud in the quiet room.
"Good girl."
Manjula made another sound. A thin, broken "uhhn—" that caught in her throat and shook apart at the end.
…
At some point, she was not keeping track, he murmured into her ear in a voice that was not his thinking voice.
"I want to fill you up, Manjula."
"Mm."
"I want to put a baby in you."
"Leo —"
"Would look so good on you."
She came on that. She didn't mean to. Her body did it without asking her first. Her thighs locked around his hips, her back arched off the mattress, and she said something in her own language she had not said out loud ever before.
He did not slow down.
He kept going through it, his forehead against hers, his mouth catching each of her breaths, and a minute later when he reached his climax he stayed all the way inside her and finished there. Long, full, shaking. She felt every pulse of it. She held him against her and did not let him pull out until he had drained every drop.
…
Afterwards they lay on their sides facing each other. Manjula's hair was out of the braid and spread across the pillow in a black fan. One of Leo's hands was on her hip under the sheet.
For a long minute neither of them spoke.
Leo was thinking.
'One positive pregnancy test and she loses the case and I lose my cover. Maybe I shouldn't have came inside of her so soon.'
He kept none of this on his face. Although he knew he couldn't impregnate her yet, it didn't stop him from pillow talking to Manjula.
What he said instead, quietly, was: "Manjula."
"Yes."
"I know the divorce isn't final yet."
"I know."
"I want you."
She looked at him.
"I want to keep filling you up like that. I want to keep having you make breakfast in my kitchen in the mornings. I want to put a baby in you. I want all of it. But we can't have it in public, not yet. Until Richard closes the case, the world has to see you living on your own first. I know you already know that. But —"
He caught her chin. Gentle.
"But you come back. Whenever you want. However you can. You use the side door we're putting in. You come for breakfast. You come for the night. I keep enjoying your body. You come for whatever. We keep this between us for a few weeks, and then when the papers are signed and it's done, we can try things not as secret. Sound okay?"
They were hidden but it was fine. She had known him for three days and he had already treated her better than Apu had in all their years of marriage.
"Okay, Leo."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He kissed her.
It was slow and a little sloppy, her mouth opening easily under his, her hand coming up to rest on the side of his face. She tasted like herself and a little like him.
When he pulled back she laughed. small, surprised at herself.
"This was good for my pent-up non-exercise problem," she said.
"Glad to help."
"Very good."
"You say so."
"Mm."
…
She fell asleep first.
The afternoon sun had moved on the wall. Her body was tucked against his side. One heavy brown tit resting warm against his ribs, her thick thigh thrown over his, her soft belly pressed to his hip, and a slow, steady trickle of his cum still leaking out of her swollen pussy onto the sheet between her legs.
Leo stayed awake for another few minutes.
He did not get up to check his phone. Marge's text could wait until morning.
The last thing he looked at before he closed his eyes was Manjula's face, her cheek on his shoulder, her mouth just slightly parted.
Then he closed his eyes.