Times in my Life : Part One
Introduction:
Introducing the main character.
Introduction: Introducing the main character
ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE. THIS STORY IS A FANTASY LOOSELY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. ALL NAMES AND PLACES ARE FICTIONAL, AND ANY RELATION TO ANY PERSON, PLACE, OR THING IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT 2014 BY THE AUTHOR AND UNAUTHORIZED COPYING OR OTHER FORMS OF REPRODUCTION ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT OF THE AUTHOR.
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My first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticisms welcome.
Preamble:
I lived with sexually active parents, and my mother was an “at-home” indoor nudist. Dad had a life-time subscription to Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I started looking at the back-issues I found in boxes in the attic. After years of seeing my mother naked I was amazed to find out that women came in many, many different varieties.
The older issues were pretty tame compared to the porn available in print and online nowadays. While showing breasts and pussy hair was acceptable at that time, wide open pussy shots were still frowned upon.
I was 12 years old when I found the first Playboy magazine. I was looking for comic books that were still in storage in the attic after our last move. Imagine my surprise when I found boxes and boxes filled with (mostly) naked women!
I looked at every picture in every one of those magazines. I removed all the centerfolds and carefully stored them in the bottom of a box of comics. No one but me read them and the pictures were safe and sound under the pile of comics.
Chapter One: Another Move —
Another move. My father worked for a bank and was transferred to a different branch every few years. It always involved a higher ranking position and a pay raise, so it was kind of a mixed blessing sort of thing.
The new (for us) house sat on one side of the end of the street, facing the houses on the other side of the street with the river running behind those houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with a combination kitchen / eating space, a front room, a laundry room, and a bathroom all on the main floor. Downstairs had a family room, an office, another room that could be used for laundry that was far larger than the one upstairs, and a recreation room. At one end of the recreation room a small room branched off of it. No door or anything. It was not meant to be used as a bedroom and I immediately claimed it as my own personal recreation room. Seeing as there was no door (or door-frame for the matter) for privacy my parents agreed to let my claim on the room stand.
This house had no attic so all the extra boxes were stored in the opposite end of the recreation room from my claimed area. This worked out great for me as I could get into the boxes of comics and the boxes of Playboy and Penthouse without ever worrying about getting caught at it. The recreation room did have a door, but closing it would invite suspicion and I didn’t want that. The comics and skin magazines were right beside each other and it was easy for me to pull a stack of comics out of a box if need be.
New issues of Playboy and Penthouse continued to arrive every month. Once a new issue had arrived, the previous ones were likely to be boxed up as well. This was fine by me… I was now 15 years old and was starting to look at the pictures in a new light. For one thing, both magazines were showing a lot more nudity, especially in the pussy area. In the Penthouse magazines particularity it was more often than not that you could see the whole, usually bushy, pussy in many of the shots.
For reasons I didn’t yet understand I was really examining these more revealing photographs. I also started reading some of the columns in the magazines. Hitherto they had been completely ignored… now they provided an erotic and evocative education. The letters columns were interesting to read as real people were writing in with real questions that were being answered by real women. The answers to those questions was an education in itself.
I started reading all the columns in both magazines from the oldest issues stored away until I had caught up with the current issues of both magazines. They were always “hidden” under my parent’s bed… not a terribly hard place for a teenage boy to find them. After reading and viewing them, they went back under the bed in the same position I had found them.
I would go to sleep at night with a panorama of naked beauties playing across the insides of my eyelids. I always had a good nights sleep.
Chapter Two: School Starts —
My parents had planned the move to coincide with the resumption of school for my sister and I. She was 3 years younger than me and went to a public school. I was going to be entering grade 9, my first year of high-school.
We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister’s school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, which was located on the very edge of the city.
At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field at the rear of the school. There was one picnic table to sit on and that was it. I later learned that most of the smokers walked to the other side of the parking lot to sit on the gentle rise of a hill. But… it was the first day for me and I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with a small group of kids the same age and grade as me.
We engaged in small-talk about classes and teachers and the location of all the rooms in the two story school. After we had finished smoking everyone went back inside to sit more comfortably in the courtyard at the center of the school. I lingered a while, looking around me, taking in the view and trying to remember where everything inside the school was. I’m sure you will remember your first day of high-school and how hard it was to remember where everything was.
Just as I was getting up to go inside a girl came out and sat on the picnic table top beside me.
My initial impression of her was that she looked a bit like a female version of your average teenage boy. Her dirty blonde hair was short and untamed; it looked, as my mother would say, as if “A hurricane had gone through it”. She had freckles on her face, small, and low in number. She wore no makeup at all. In fact, her face seemed a bit dirty. It was hard to tell the freckles from the dirt spots.
A school football jersey covered her upper torso. It was at least 2 sizes too big for her, trimmed in the school colours and was a dull white colour. And it did nothing to hide the fact she had large breasts. After admiring them protruding outwards, the rest of her clothes and looks sort of faded into the background . She wore blue-jeans, straight-cut, not tapered, had on blacks socks and black weathered short-back style shoes baseball shoes. I tried to see more of her but my eyes were drawn like magnets back to her breasts.
She noticed me staring and gave me a hard look. “It’s not polite to stare you know” she stated in a low, quiet voice.
I looked away as she flicked her cigarette out of her hand. “I’m sorry” I said quietly. I risked another look at her face to gauge how angry she was with me. Instead of the expected frown, there was a small, somewhat grim-looking smile.
“What exactly did you find so interesting that you had to stare?” she queried.
Completely flustered, I managed a weak reply of, “Your football jersey”.
“What about it?”, she asked after a few seconds. Her voice was still quiet but now carried a menacing overtone.
I was completely at a loss for words, a previously unheard of event in my life. I thought quickly about an answer, thinking and discarding them one after another. There seemed nothing I could say that would appease her so I decided to go with the truth. My mother always said it was best to go with the truth if you have no other options.
“Well… it really doesn’t flatter you” I managed.
Her eyes immediately flashed and her visage darkened. “WHAT?! What do you mean by that?!”
Speaking quickly I spurted out, “Well, it’s too big for you and really hides the beauty of your breasts”.
She sputtered and looked at me in disbelief. “Say what?! What are you talking about, ‘my breasts’?”
“Your boobs I mean. I’m sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more”.
I wasn’t sure that there was anything, short of a complete make-over, that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, but I was skating on really, really very thin ice.
She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I’m sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day… a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.
“You’re kinda cute; you know that?”
Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn’t related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn’t it.
She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, “You’re not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my boobs like that?”
I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her; I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.
“Come with me”, she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.
“Where?” I managed to squeak out.
“Shhhh”, she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of “be quiet”.
It was then I became aware that she was quite strong; she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.
My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. I thought that what I could see looked good.
We traveled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door behind herself.
It was not very bright in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.
She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that I was facing her.
“So… you think that my ‘breasts’ are beautiful eh?”. Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.
“I’m sure they are”, I started. “Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm.”
Again, there was that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.
“Would you like to see them?”, she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.
“Oh yes please”, I replied as I thought to myself, “Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!”
That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me; wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.
“What do you think?”, she asked in earnest.
I thought for a few seconds and said, “Honestly, I can’t tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts… uh… I mean boobs, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off”.
There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she turned back to face me I was able to see…
WOAH! NICE BOOBS! And they were! Larger than my mother’s, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long… far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And… there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. “Damn”, I thought… these are really nice!
I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn’t sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn’t going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.
“They are truly quite stunning”, I said, a note of real awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.
I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn’t focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close.
She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.
“Oh… yes, please. I would like that very much”.
She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.
“Your hand is very warm”, she said quietly.
“Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person”.
“I bet you are”, she quipped. I didn’t know at the time what she actually meant by that.
Still with her hand over mine, she pushed my palm down more firmly on her breast while manipulating my fingers to give it a rudimentary massage. After awhile she slowly removed her hand from mine, making sure that I didn’t stop what I was doing.
She quickly put my other hand on her other breast and I started massaging it as well, correctly surmising that was what she wanted me to do.
“Ooh… that feels nice.” She shuddered a bit, continuing, “Yes… very nice. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Quite sure… I am quite sure I would remember doing something as nice as this”.
She leaned into me, her face just an inch from mine, before closing her eyes and giving me my very first kiss from a female who was not a relative. I could tell this kiss was going to be different. For one thing, it kept going on. For another thing, her tongue was soon questing at my lips for entry.
I was seriously out of my depth by this point. I would like to say that I instantly recalled everything I had ever read about kissing and french-kissing, but that was not the case at all. My memory was like a muddy swamp, refusing to allow any information to breach it’s murky depths.
Purely on instinct I allowed my lips to part and her tongue was soon saying ‘Hello’ to my tongue. I pushed a bit to see if I could get my tongue into her mouth but that didn’t work out. She would allow my tongue as far as the undersides of her lips, but no further. I then retreated my tongue with hers right behind it. Back and forth this little dance played out while I continued to massage (or fondle if you like) her breasts.
I had started moving my palms around a bit… getting the lay of the land so to speak. I was soon feeling the firm underside of them and pressing upwards with the palms of my hands and all the while continuing to move my fingers around. I gently held one nipple and twirled it around a bit, squeezing very softly.
She broke the kiss, and with a touch of surprise in her voice said, “Oh! That feels good. Squeeze a just a bit harder though”.
As she resumed our kiss, I complied with her wishes and soon she was making little moaning noises. My other fingers quickly grasped her other nipple and began squeezing and twirling it as well.
She again interrupted our kiss long enough to order, “Oh fuck… that feels good! Don’t stop!”
I had no intention of stopping as I moved my palms around and twirled her nipples. After a bit I squeezed them just a tiny little bit harder. She paused with her tongue, and I backed off on the pressure. As soon as she started with her tongue again I tried to get my tongue into her mouth again. Again I was denied. I retaliated with a quick pinch to both nipples before returning them to their more restrained twirling motions.
“Wha..?” she blurted out in surprise. As soon as her mouth opened to speak I quickly shot my tongue between her lips and into her mouth. She was momentarily rattled by my actions and seemed unable to decide what to do next. Another quick pinch to her nipples as my tongue quickly moved back to the neutral zone on the outside of her lips, and then a continuation of the twirling motion of her nipples, but applying a little more pressure than before.
She shuddered and moaned as my fingers and palms gave her breasts the best time they had ever had.
She stopped kissing me and smiled, “Would you like to kiss my breasts?”
“Yes, I would like that very much, ‘Please and thank-you with sugar on top’.”
“You sure are polite!”
“My mom told me to always be polite to a lady.”
“A lady?”
“Yes, a lady.”
She smiled broadly and said, “Kiss my boobs and suck my nipples you little charmer.”
She leaned back a ways so I could better bring my face to her breasts. I moved so that I was facing her right one and began to softly suck on it. I left my other hand doing what it apparently did best on the other one.
I expanded the area I was sucking on while moving my tongue as fast as I could across the top of her nipples.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, “Where did you learn to do that?”
“I read it in a book”, I replied.
“A book?!” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, a book.”
She clasped my head to her bosom and continued to moan and sigh. After a little while I traded sides between my face and mouth with my busy hand and began anew on her left side.
“Oh gawd…” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
I was staring to wonder what would happen next when suddenly the bell rang. We both snapped up straight on the bench and looked at each other.
“That was really, really very, very nice”, she purred. I could see something else in her eyes now, the twinkle was still there but now there was something else as well. I didn’t recognize the look of lust when I first saw it there.
“It was really my pleasure you know”, I replied as she quickly strapped the bra back on and pulled the jersey back over her head.
“I’ll see you later, or else tomorrow, okay?” It was more of an order than a question, and I happily nodded my head up and down while smiling broadly at her.
Suddenly it occurred to me I had no idea what her name was. “What’s your name?” I quickly asked. She turned to look at me and shook her head from side to side while smiling like the proverbial cat that had eaten the canary. Whatever her name was, I wasn’t finding it out at that point in time.
We made our way back to the picnic table and inside with no one seeing us. We headed off in different directions as we both made our way to the next class. My next class was English, and was on the second floor. The teacher’s name was Ms. Somebody or another and a mental vision of an ugly old woman droning on about English punctuation rules had already sprang to mind.
As I got to the door to the classroom I slowly turned the knob and pulled the door back. A female voice soon began, “I don’t tolerate late students, but I will allow you this one exception because it’s the first day of school.”
I already had my head lowered as I walked into the room so the teacher could see that I knew I was late and probably in trouble.
“I am really…”, I started as I slowly brought my eyes up to look at her.
I gulped… and stuttered out, “Really, really sorry Ms…” I couldn’t remember her name for the life of me.
Would I would remember is that she was a stunning young woman who looked like she had just stepped off the pages of Playboy magazine and put some clothes on. Her hair was flowing golden yellow with a loose ponytail hanging down her back. She had on a tight red turtle-neck sweater that did everything to complement her. Smooth round hips covered in a pair of white corduroy pants. She had a pair of red ‘Elf’ style boots surrounding her feet. She looked unlike any teacher I had seen before (or since now that I come to think of it).
As I blinked at her, I could see in my mind’s eye exactly what she would look like with no clothes on. I decided she would look good.
I quickly lowered my gaze to her feet… I surely didn’t want to get called out for staring again.
“All right, all right. Find a chair, sit down and be quiet.”
I quickly sat in the first available seat, right in the front row. There were only two other people in the front row… a mostly skinny girl in a bright yellow sun-dress to the left of me and her identically dressed twin sister to the right of me. I gave the one to the right a quick look up and down, filing the information away for later. After quickly dismissing them from my mind I found my English text-book, my note-book, and a pen. I looked up to see what the teacher was writing on the board.
End of part One.
Part Two.
Chapter Three: Waiting for the Bus —
After school had let out for the day I headed out to the front of the school to where a large number of yellow school buses were lining up in the long circular driveway at the front of the building. I walked along the line of buses, looking for the bus driver who had picked up a group of us in the morning as we waited beside the arena.
As I spotted her I started walking towards the stairs to the bus.
“You have to wait for the late bus”, she said, not unkindly.
“Oh, why is that?”, I asked politely.
“Because you got picked up this morning at the ‘late bus’ stop at the arena there”, she answered.
It was obvious I had no idea what she was talking about. That was the first day I had ever ridden a school bus, and knew nothing about ‘early’ or ‘late’ buses.
“How long do I have to wait?”, asked I.
“45 minutes and I’ll be back to pick you and the others up”.
I looked at my watch. It was nearly a quarter to four, meaning I had until 4:30 to wait around the school before I would be able to get the bus home again.
As I walked back towards the picnic table I thought of my encounter with the girl who refused to give me her name. I sat down on the top of the table and lit a smoke. As I was gazing at the older students across the parking lot on the little hill, my mind wandered a bit; images and voices had been bombarding me all day. I couldn’t remember even a small percentage of what I had seen and heard.
Suddenly, the mystery girl was sitting right beside me. “Hiya cutie!”
I’m sure I jumped a bit at her sudden appearance but fought to quickly compose myself.
“Boo!”, she added, lighting up a smoke of her own as grinned at me.
“Hi”, I answered in a bright voice. I didn’t want her to think she had gotten away with trying to startle me. We both know she had, but she seemed disinclined to make anything out of it.
She took a long draw on her smoke, exhaling the smoke slowly out of her mouth, her lips pursed into a perfect “O”.
We sat together, side by side, until we had finished our smokes. She flicked hers off into the parking lot while I stomped mine out on the pavement. I had a quick look at my watch to check the time… I didn’t want to miss my bus.
“How much time before your bus?”, she asked.
“About half an hour I guess”.
“Half an hour eh?” She was smiling again and definitely had mischief in her eyes. “You want to go back to the shed with me?”. She was already walking in that direction.
“Uhm… sure, I guess”.
I tried to sound as if I was worried about the bus. “Just for a bit though…”
“Don’t worry, you won’t miss your bus.” I could hear the confidence in her voice so I stopped worrying about it.
Missing the bus would be disastrous as there was no other way home short of calling my mom to come and get me; I would never hear the end of it or be able to live it down. Still… her voice was very confident.
Soon enough we were back in the shed. It seemed somehow darker inside than before. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, but it seemed that way at the time.
We sat astride the old bench and faced each other, as we had done before.
“Would you like to do some more of what we were doing before?”, she asked slyly.
I smiled back at her, “You know I do, don’t you?” I said in my most pleasant voice.
Her eyes zeroed in on me, “Say it to me then.”
“Pretty please, could we do what we were doing before?”
She quickly leaned over and we started on my second kiss with a woman I wasn’t related to. Her jersey and bra were quickly taken off and set behind her on the bench.
Not being taken by surprise by her actions this time I had a bit more time to think about what I would do next. I took my hands and cupped them around her, just above her waist. Opening my palms, I slid my hands up a bit and then slowly wrapped them around her back. After a bit they moved up and down and around the bare skin of her back, meandering all over it, gently massaging with my fingers while my palm followed along to smooth out everything as they passed by.
She really shuddered when the palms of my hands went up the sides of her spine, my fingers pointing upwards, and slowly came back down her back, my fingers now pointing downwards, gently massaging her back as my palms came back down either side of her spine.
“Ooh…”, she moaned, “did you read that in a book too?”
“Same book.”
“Good book… oh… ooh”, I had gently finished our kiss and was now kissing my way down her neck as my hands moved from her back and up front to her shoulders, massaging them very softly. As my tongue moved from spot to spot on her neck, I let the very tip of my tongue slide, very lightly, between the spots.
Her “oohs” had become more, “Ah… oh…” and a slow, low continuous moan; punctuated now and again with more, “Uhhh… that feels… ooh… really good”.
I let my hands fall from her shoulders as my head continued kissing her; lips, face, neck, and back again. I brought my hands slowly and gingerly down to her breasts, my fingers barely touching the surface of her skin. My mind was working far better this time around and I started remembering some of the things I had read between the covers of the erotic magazines.
As my fingers continued teasing her skin I lowered the palms of my hands over her nipples and onto her breasts. I slowly cupped my palms, trapping her nipples as I slowly lifted my hands up. I had read about this technique and was curious as to how well it would work.
My kissing had descended from her neck to the small area of skin between her breasts. As my hands reached as far as they could without losing their grip on her nipples my tongue started to flatten out as I now licked her from the side of one breast, across the center area and to the side of the other breast and back again, with a little detour up the center section between them, then back down again.
By now, she had let her head fall back and was running her fingers through my hair. Her breathing was long and a bit ragged, the occasional catch in her breath tipping me off that I had done something right.
As I brought my lips down to suck those unbelievable nipples my other hand stopped palming her other breast and started twirling and squeezing her nipple again. I sucked it a bit harder than I had before and she moaned loudly.
As I started flicking my tongue across the top of her nipple she hardly noticed that my other hand was now twirling and squeezing slower, and with quite a bit more pressure than before. Her head came forward and she started to kiss the top of my head as she caressed my face and the back of my neck. It felt good.
I suddenly gave one nipple a twisting motion through my thumb and pointer finger squeezing it quite hard for just a fraction of a second before returning to the twirling and more gentle squeezing of before.
By the time she responded to the sudden pain in her nipple I greatly increased the amount of suction on the other one and allowing my teeth to give it a quick nip.
“UH…”, her breath caught.
Just as fast as it had started, it was over. I went back to what I had been doing before.
As I continued, I switched sides to her other breast, bringing my hand up deftly along the bottom of the breast as my fingers captured the nipple. As my mouth came to rest around the previously rolled and squished nipple I sucked as hard as I could, drawing in the entire nipple and surrounding area into my mouth.
My tongue snaked all over the nipple, top, sides, bottom edges, everywhere I could find to get it while still sucking for all I was worth. She responded with a large shudder and a sudden intake of breath told me I was doing a good job of giving her pleasure.
While she was still shuddering, her body trying to process the feelings my mouth was bringing to her breast, I used the same roll and squeeze technique on the nipple of the other breast. A fast, short jump told me she had felt it fully this time. I quickly released the nipple from my fingers and brought my palm down around it. Cupping it again, I pulled it as far as I could before coming down and fondling it. While that was happening I was sucking hard and drawing the nipple down to my lips so that all that I was left sucking on was the top section of the nipple itself.
“Ungh… what are…. you… ah!” I had gently bitten a tiny bit of the nipple I was sucking then released it and sucked more of the breast back into my mouth, my tongue again moving across, around, up and down the nipple.
My other hand was now twirling and squeezing with the new, harder pressure and my tongue was really giving the nipple I was sucking a good lashing.
Her moaning had quieted and was more continuous again. I took this as a good thing, and then I slowly brought my head back up to her lips, kissing everything I could reach on the way. My hand were again caressing her back and sides, my fingers now tentatively seeing how far down her waist they could get before they got to the fabric of her jeans or she made me stop. I could now feel the form at the top of her waist as it narrowed a bit before starting to flair out as my fingers felt downwards.
As our tongues met again, I slid my hands between her panties and her ass, bypassing the jeans entirely, moving down, caressing, massaging, and generally making themselves as useful as they could. This was done gently but with more speed than I had previously used. She seemed not to mind. Not at all.
While I was exploring this new territory, she put her arms around me and pulled me as close to herself as she could, her hands and arms hugging me while we both got hotter and hotter.
There was no resistance now to my tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Our tongues and lips made love to each other as she hugged me, and I massaged as much of her as I could reach; up and down from her neck to the full cheeks of her ass. I was in heaven!
As our kiss began to slow and cool down a bit, I took that as a sign that it would be a good time for me to return my wandering hands back to hugging her back and gently caressing it. She slowly and reluctantly released me as I released her.
Her face was glowing as small beads of sweat rolled down her face. Her eyes were glazed over and her breath was starting to return to normal. She smiled at me as she put her bra and jersey back on. I returned the smile, happy that she was happy. She looked very nice to me now, the sheen on her face seeming to glow in the dim light of the shed.
“My name is Terri. And your name is Nick.”
“How do…”, I started.
“I knew your name before you got on the bus this morning”.
“But… how…?”
“My mom is the bus driver!” She laughed as she looked at the surprise on my face. It occurred to me then that I hadn’t really looked at my fellow bus passengers that morning. I had slipped into the first open spot I could and had not looked around or in back of me the whole ride. I had been in a bit of a daze, worrying about all the things a first-time bus rider would worry about on the way to his first day of high-school.
She looked at me intently again, her eyes locked on mine. “You can’t tell anyone what we did here today. My mom would have a fit!”
I nodded my head in agreement. I didn’t want my bus driver pissed at me… that would be a disaster of the first degree.
“And don’t be looking at me on the bus or in the halls, or anywhere else. People would start to notice.”
“Okay” I said.
She gave me a less intense hug and a big kiss after we stood up and before she opened the door to the shed.
“That was really nice, those things you did.”
“I enjoyed making you feel good. It makes me feel good to make you feel good.”
“You know, I have kissed other boys before, but they all wanted to grope me, trying to get their hands on my boobs or down my pants.” She seemed to forget that I had put my hands down her pants, at the rear yes, but still down them. I thought that perhaps that didn’t count in her eyes.
She paused a bit before continuing, “You are the first boy to see me with my shirt and bra off. You are the first boy who didn’t try to take advantage of me. You were gentle, and nice, and you took your time making me feel good. You are the first boy to touch or suck my nips or touch my boobs. No one has ever seen my whole top area with no clothes on. And you hugged and massaged my back. That was in incredible turn-on for me. It felt so good!”
“I’m glad you liked it… I aim to please.” My mind lingered over her words, “…turn-on for me…”.
“Hmm… your aim is very good. Because you were so good to me, I have decided to give you a reward.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, because you were taking all of your time to make me feel good without a thought for yourself, you are going to get a very, very special reward.”
“Wow! Thank-you!”
“Come here…”
As I moved closer to her she turned so that her back was to me. “Put your hands under my bra and massage my boobs some more”.
I thought we had finished, but I guessed I was wrong. A very, very quick look at my watch (thank God for glow in the dark watch hands!) set my fear of being late for the bus to rest. I still had just over 10 minutes before I had to board the bus.
I moved closer to her and my hands went under the material of the jersey and up to the bra. I carefully wedged my fingers under the bra until it popped up and over her breasts. I took a full handful of breast in each hand and gave them a friendly squeeze followed by a full-handed massage.
“Uhm… yeah… that’s good”, she whispered. I closed my eyes and let my head rest on her back as I continued doing what she obviously enjoyed. About a minute later I heard a soft pop followed by a quiet zipper noise. What was she doing? I knew those sounds, and what they usually meant.
“Okay… move your hands down, slowly, to my waist, and keep massaging me”, she instructed.
I did as I was told, and slowly started down from her breasts, across her smooth flat stomach until my hands were just above the waistband of her pants. She put her hands over mine and slowly guided them under her panties and down the sides of her legs.
“Oh my gawd, your hands are so fucking hot!” she exclaimed. Just keep doing that for a while, up and down my sides and the sides of my legs.”
As my hands started upwards she took her hands off mine for a few moments. I could feel her adjusting her pants a bit, then her hands were on top of mine again. She sighed, a quiet and very content sigh. With a bit of daring, I brought my hands all the way up to her breasts, fondling them a bit before moving back down again.
“I love when you do that… the heat coming off your hands feels amazing”.
As I slowly moved my hands back down towards the sides of her legs, massaging and rubbing as they went, she guided my hands very slowly and very carefully off of her legs and onto the flat of her stomach. I continued rubbing gently, getting a feel for the area. Her sigh was less a sigh and more of a catch as she guided my hands even further down.
“Be careful now, I’ve never done this before…”
“Neither have I”, I thought to myself.
As my hand slid around the side of her pubic mound and along the insides of her thighs she moved her legs together a bit, pushing her pants and panties further down her legs until they bunched up in a pile at the top of her shoes. She adroitly lifted one foot up and out of the clothes, spread her legs and put her foot back down on the floor. As her legs spread, she leaned back on me somewhat. I was concerned I wouldn’t be strong enough to hold her until I heard…
“All right, gently now, bring your hands up alongside the insides of my legs.”
“Okay”, was all I could manage to articulate.
As I brought my hands together and upwards I could feel with my fingers that her panties were really wet in the crotch area. My palms slid carefully upwards and I could feel that her pubic mound was wet and slippery. I paused for a moment, not wanting to go too fast and ruin the moment.
“Keep going…”, her voice was so quiet I almost couldn’t hear it. I could hear the heat of her body in her voice… It was unmistakable, almost like a cross between a purr and a growl, if that makes sense at all.
With the greatest care I had ever taken in my life, I brought my fingers up and together.
I carefully moved my hands and fingers up and down, just a bit, and very slowly; taking the opportunity to build a map of sorts in my mind. I knew from pictures what the general shape and construction of a pussy looked like, and now I was matching what I felt with what I had seen. I was very careful not to linger at any one place, my fingers and hands gently rubbing now and they moved up and down with a little more distance between the strokes. Folds of warm flesh, her outer labia, the hood above them, and all the fine details of the outside of a pussy were revealed to my hands.
She was so wet between her legs I couldn’t believe it. I had read of women getting “wet” before, but not to this extent. But is was not like piss… it was slippery and… kinda like a thin jelly to the touch.
Terri spread her legs as far apart as she could, and I could see her face was really flushed. I remembered what she had said about “a turn-on”, and I knew for sure that she was really turned-on.
“Keep rubbing, right in the middle with one hand… yes… that’s….. oh… YES… just like that!”
I put my other hand right on the crack of her ass and pushed as far and wide as my fingers would go, then using my heel of my palm, pushed down until my palm was pushing on her ass-hole and my fingers were back up to the hot moisture of her pussy.
“WhAT ARe YoU… holy fuck!” She started to shudder quite forcefully, and her breath was coming in quick, ragged breaths. The words, “holy fuck, holy fuck” echoed over and over again as she leaned even more against me. It was taking all my strength not to fall over now, but I was determined not to let that happen!
I used both hands and all my fingers to rub and massage from the front and back of her pussy at the same time. Every time my palm crossed over the top of her pussy there was that area that had more give, but was firmer underneath; and I knew that her clit was being stimulated. She rocked whenever my palm pressed over it, on the way up and on the way back down again.
I knew she was about to cum… all that reading and looking had taught me some things.
I held her as close and supported her as well as I could as I increased the pressure from both hands, moving them faster now, up and down, until she finally jerked violently back and forth few times, then went stiff as a board.
“YARgh… OH, OH, AHhhhhhhhh… FUCK!”
She was breathing so fast and hard I was afraid both of us were going to collapse. After a full minute, she relaxed again and stood upright under her own power.
Both of my hands were soaking wet and there was a dark, wet spot on the floor.
She quickly pulled her panties and pants back on and did the jeans up again, then turned to me and hugged me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I believe I may have previously mentioned that she really was quite strong.
As she relaxed her grip a bit she opened her mouth a bit and moved in for our slow, sensual and final kiss of the day. I could feel her relaxing even further… she was a happy, content camper.
“That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me”, she gushed.
“You sure seemed to be enjoying it”, I said.
“I have never cum before! This was my first time! It was fucking incredible!”
I looked at her and smiled my nicest smile, “Thank you for letting me have such an incredible reward. I have dreamed of making a woman hot, wet and taking her to orgasm.”
“All of that eh? Well, you have fulfilled that dream to the fullest extent then.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. I have never seen, let alone touched a woman before like I did with you today”.
“Really? I find that hard to believe… your hands, your tongue and your… fingers. Hmm… your fingers…”
“What? What about them?”, I wasn’t sure what she was going to say, and worried that she was going to chide me for tweaking her nipples like I had.
“You tweaked my nipples with them, but you didn’t try to put them inside me.”
“And that’s a good thing?”
“Yes… your twirling, twisting and tweaking felt… oh jeez… so fucking good. It kinda hurt for just a little bit but then you would do something else that took all of my attention.”
“I was worried a bit… I didn’t want to hurt you. That would have been a real downer.”
“You hurt me in just the right way. And you rubbed me exactly the right way. And sucked, and kissed and….and… I can’t believe you didn’t try to stick a finger inside of me. I was sure you would, that’s all I have ever heard that boys want to do.”
“No, not me. I never go somewhere I haven’t been invited to.”
She grabbed me again and hugged me ever tighter than before.
“Thank you so much. You were so nice and so good. No other boy has ever treated me nice like you do. I will always remember what you did here today for me. Giving you a reward turned out to actually be one for me.”
She glanced at her watch and said, “We need to get going… I’ll get on the bus first. You wait a couple of minutes and then get on too. Sit as far back as you can, and remember, no looking at me!”
“I remember”, I assured her.
“Right then… let’s go.”
From the shed we made it back undetected to the inside of the school. She smiled at me and headed for the bus. I headed into the bathroom to wash my hands. Being a guy I naturally stuck them up to my nose to see what she smelled like.
I didn’t know what to make of the smell. It was strong, but not offensive, with a tiny sweet scent to it. I tasted my finger and was surprised at the taste; it was mostly very sweet with just a bit of a salty taste. I tried the other fingers and they all smelled and tasted the same. I washed my hands and left the washroom for the bus.
Terri was seated near the front of the bus and I looked away from her as I boarded the bus and headed right to the last seat at the back. I kept my head down mostly but I did spy her glancing and smiling at me a few times. Apparently it was okay for her to look at me, but not the other way around. I thought about that for a microsecond before deciding that if she wanted it that way, it was fine with me.
It never dawned on me until I was home and saw Mom naked that I thought about what my hands had, and.. hadn’t felt. Mom had a nice bushy triangle above her pussy area, but Terri was as smooth as a baby’s bottom down there. She was obviously a woman ahead of her time in that respect.
“How was your first day of school?”, she asked me.
“It was okay.”
“Did you meet anyone? Make any friends?”
“No… I kept to myself and tried to blend in.”
“All right then, wash up for supper. Oh… you have a telephone message… I left it on the counter by the phone.”
I picked up the note as I approached the phone… “Call 555-8855 after 7:00 pm.”
I wondered if that was Terri’s number, then immediately thought that it couldn’t be, not after all of the admonishments she had given me about not even looking at her.
“When’s supper Mom? I’m really hungry…”
End of Part One —
