More Stories to Make You Blush (11 page)

“The perfect age; a dream come true!” Liza said, enchanted.

“Yes, he really was the boy of every girl's dreams. I offered him a beer. He hesitated a moment, then accepted gratefully. When I came back out of the house he was sitting at the edge of his chair, his rumpled towel spread over his lap. I handed him the beer and took a long swallow from mine before jumping into the delicious water. Once I'd cooled off, I eagerly got out and sat down next to him with a smile of contentment. I asked him, ‘So are you still in school?'

“Sean took awhile to answer. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't really see his eyes, but I guessed he was looking down my top. As if coming out of a fog he rumpled the towel over his lap even more and stammered, ‘Uh, no. Maybe I'll go back one day, but for now I just want to work. My mom isn't too happy about it.'

“‘Do you have a girlfriend?' I asked him.

“I did until last night. Something happened and … she took it badly.”

“I decided not to pursue the subject. He wasn't about to confide in me; he barely knew me. But I was dying of curiosity.

“‘You'll meet someone else, a handsome guy like you.'

“Sean blushed under his tan, but still managed to smile.

“‘Yeah, I know. And I'll have to get used to things ending the same way each time. Maybe I'm too impatient, if you know what I mean.'

“‘I don't want to discourage you, but that doesn't necessarily get better with age.'

“‘And you, are you married? Sorry, I shouldn't ask things like that.'

“‘That's all right, you can ask anything you want! No, I'm not married and I don't think I'll be getting married soon. Things are pretty quiet in that department these days.'

“‘Yeah, I know what you mean.'

“After a few moments of silence and a few swallows of beer Sean got up to leave, thanking me for everything. I watched him leave and I called after him, ‘Any time; don't be shy!' I couldn't help admiring his young body, those long limbs that would fill out over the next few years. I made an effort to remember my boyfriends when I was his age. I suppressed a long shudder. Oh, if only I'd realized back then how lucky I was! Nothing was very complicated. It was a time of great discoveries, dizzy revelations, physical as well as emotional. The first caresses behind a bush. The first time you realize, as a woman, the nearly limitless power you have over men. The dangers, the things you shouldn't do, classmates' gossip. Those were the days!

“Sean was probably at that time of his life, exploring a demanding and impetuous sexual nature. But judging from his remarks, he didn't seem to be meeting with much success. I thought maybe I could help him, give him a few pieces of advice. At nineteen it was high time he learned! He was already missing out on the best things in life!”

“You're telling me!” Liza concurred. “Considering the average length of a man's sex life, there's not a minute to lose!”

“The next Friday was cooler than the days before. I took advantage of it to take an evening walk around the neighborhood. I savored the quiet of the well-kept little streets, and the general air of serenity. I inhaled the light fragrance of the many flowers and trees, listening to the crickets and cicadas. When I turned the corner I saw a van I recognized, full of gardening equipment. Inside was a boy—I guessed it was Sean— and a young woman. I ducked into the shadow of a tree.

“I could see the silhouette of the couple in sharp contrast with the light from the streetlights. They were kissing with charming abandon. Sean had his arms around the shoulders of the girl, who at least from that distance seemed quite willing. She took off her jacket. I smiled. Things were looking up for my little friend! I watched them in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly the girl pulled away, hurried into her jacket, and opened the car door, crying: ‘It's just our first date and you already want to take my clothes off ?! What's it going to be in a week? Well, you're never going to find out!'

“On that note she fled, looking more angry than hurt. I watched her go, then came out of hiding and went back to my nocturnal walk. I didn't want Sean to know I'd seen him lose face. I passed the van, which hadn't moved, hesitated a moment, then walked around to the door on the driver's side.

“Sean was sitting behind the wheel smoking a cigarette, motionless. He didn't seem to understand what had just happened. Maybe he was totally discouraged. Seeing me, he gave a little wave. I spoke first.

“‘She didn't seem in a very good mood.'

“‘Oh! So what else is new.'

“‘You don't seem too perky either. Do you want to talk about it? We could go for a beer at the corner.'

“‘Yeah, a beer would be good. Get in!'

“I climbed into the old van and let myself be driven to a little bar a couple of blocks away. Once we got there we ordered a pitcher that he hastened to pay for, before I could protest. I tried to get him to talk. He explained that it was always the same: he'd meet a girl he liked and get her to go out with him, but then he ruined everything. ‘I always want to go too far, too fast! I don't do it on purpose, it's just … '

“I tried to tell him it was that way for all boys his age, and suggested he go out with slightly older girls. He burst out, ‘But I'm too young for the girls I need! What do girls want? They show they like you, then you make a move and bang! They slam the door in your face!'

“I tried to get him to admit that he was used to this sort of setback. It was then I learned that he'd never …”

“Never?”

“Made love with a woman.”

“You're kidding! At nineteen! What a miracle. Too gorgeous to be true. So how did you manage not to jump him then and there?”

“Very funny. Yes, I was surprised, but I didn't let it show. He explained that until recently he was too shy to go out with girls, and wanted to make up for lost time. He also knew the first time was the most wonderful, delicate, and important.

“I preferred to change the subject. I was afraid, as you say, that I might jump him. In truth the more I thought about it, the more his confession was having an effect on me. He had never made love with a woman! I thought young people were so precocious these days … But there are exceptions to every rule. Still, I felt too generous of soul not to think seriously about what he'd told me. Maybe I should offer to initiate him into the joys of sex? After all I was single, and it could be fun. There were advantages for us both! The idea was so interesting, it deserved serious consideration, but later, at home, when I could think clearly.”

“But you finally gave in, didn't you?”

“Patience! So we talked about this and that for about three hours, then Sean took me home. As I left him my mind was almost made up. But I didn't want to reveal my intentions just yet. I gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek and got out of the van. Before leaving he said he'd be at my place the next day as planned.

“That night I put Dave's belt aside and started thinking about the task ahead. What would be the best way to proceed? There was no doubt in my mind that he was attracted to me. I've never underestimated my own appeal and I wasn't about to begin. Nature's been kind to me, and I've always worked to maintain my assets. Anyway, his attraction to me was quite obvious, judging from the towel on his lap the other day. What young man could resist the charms and desire of a woman like me? So what if I'm thirtysomething!”

“Not a lot of guys have resisted—at least, not that I know of !” my friend exclaimed.

“Well, there you go! And that wasn't going to change. I had a few choices. I could always lure him into the house on some pretext, like in a cheap porn film, then unveil my charms in all their dazzling splendor. Or I could be more subtle and let him guess my intentions. But that would take more time, and it would be a shame for him to waste another minute. So I chose the first approach, the more direct one. Predictable, yes, but it had always worked and might be even more memorable for a young guy like Sean.”

“And for you too, admit it!”

“Yes, for me too. So I spent the whole morning working out the details. Lots of young people from my generation used to fantasize about older women. If this was Sean's case too, I'd give him a run for his money. I chose my silver bikini, which barely covered my ample breasts. I tousled my long blonde mane, put on perfume and my highest high-heeled sandals, which made my legs look even longer. I put on light makeup, trying to look younger so as not to make him nervous. When I was finally ready I sat down in my chaise lounge, put on dark glasses, and became absorbed in reading my novel.”

“The poor kid. You really went all out!”

“Yes, and I could quickly see that my preparations were successful. Sean showed up a little before noon. When he saw me he could barely swallow for a few long seconds. What a sight! I let him work, pretending to ignore him, making sure to leap into the pool from time to time. That way he could admire my almost naked body. From all appearances he was dazed, and his work showed it. When he finished the lawn I asked him if he'd eaten. He seemed to appreciate my concern. I made him a sandwich and brought it out to him with a cold beer. Then he went back to work, just as distracted as before. From behind my glasses I could see he was looking at me every chance he got. My plan seemed to be working like a charm. When he finished shaping the hedges I invited him to go for a dip, and he accepted with joy. He took off his jeans—he was wearing shorts underneath—and leaped into the inviting water. I let him paddle around for awhile, then walked over to the pool myself with a slow and lazy stride. Sean gaped at me. The poor boy looked like he didn't know what to think. I slowly climbed down the ladder, as if getting used to the water bit by bit. Once I was all the way in I swam a few lengths before joining him at the side of the pool. Passing behind him, I casually let my breasts brush his tanned back and my thigh slide down his buttocks, as if by accident. He jumped as if he'd been stung, but stayed sitting in the same place. I left him there, swimming across the pool once more, then getting out to lie down. I went into action: ‘I wanted to ask you … ' I said, ‘There are some boxes in a closet I'd like moved into my room, but they're too heavy for me. Could you give me a hand?'

“I told myself that if he hadn't caught on, he must be really slow. But to my great delight he said he'd be happy to help. His face lit up. He furtively glanced between his legs. Apparently satisfied with the state of affairs, he got out of the pool, quickly dried himself off, and signaled that he was ready. ‘Poor sweetie, you don't know what you're getting into!' I said to myself with a smile.”

“Yes, I can just imagine your face. I've seen how you look at times like that, just before you pounce on some poor defenseless victim!”

“defenseless, but not without resources! I took him into the room I was using as an office and pointed to a couple of big boxes on a shelf in the closet. He took one and waited for further instructions. Passing in front of him, I went to the staircase. I took the stairs slowly so Sean's young eyes could get the best possible view of my hips. When we got upstairs I walked to my room, feeling Sean's gaze on me, and shivering with anticipation. I took a chair and put it in front of the open door of the closet, climbed up, and made a space for the box. I turned to take it from the young man, making sure to lean over him so he got a good eyeful of my breasts. His Adam's apple slowly rose, as if it were about to strangle his already difficult breathing. Turning one last time to get rid of my burden, I arched my back, sticking out my buttocks, which brushed his chin. It was then I delivered the
coup de grace
, by asking him to help me get down.

“Leaning on his shoulders, I slid down along his body and found myself in his arms. The contact brought a pleasant rush of heat to my body. Seeing Sean's state of paralysis in this unforeseen situation, I took his hands and ran them down my body, then placed them on my impudent breasts. He was almost trembling, poor boy! I guided his fingers towards the fastener of my bathing suit, which was held together by just one little buckle, and had them perform the necessary gesture to undo it. My breasts were suddenly free. This time I no longer had to guide his hands. He softly touched my pale flesh, barely brushing his hands over it. He seemed to be waiting for some sign from me, further proof that my advances were serious. I kissed him tenderly, tickling his hot mouth with my roving tongue. Then, just to make sure he had understood, I pulled down the tiny bottoms of my bathing suit and slid a thigh between his long legs.” “He never stood a chance!” Liza exclaimed, feigning indignation.

“He certainly didn't! And his erection gave me the greatest pleasure. His surprise hadn't completely disabled him! I ordered him to get undressed immediately. He didn't move at first. I went to the bed and lay down in an inviting position. He finally made up his mind, and stripped his clothes off with wild gestures. Seeing his urgency, I went to him and tried to reassure him, showing him that I wasn't going to change my mind, that there was no hurry. He stood in front of me, totally naked, and his erection was utterly satisfying. I forced myself to calm down. I reminded myself he'd have a hard time holding back, seeing as it was his first time. But I couldn't leave him standing there either! He looked so vulnerable and hesitant, not daring to make a move in case his beautiful dream vanished. I had him come to the bed, taking his round little buttocks in my hands, and kissing his cock softly before taking it completely into my mouth.”

“Ah! the sweet little cheeks of a young man … what a delicacy!” My friend had a dreamy look in her eyes.

“But I didn't dare go at it too hard; I wanted to prolong the episode as long as possible, though I knew it'd be short despite all his best intentions. But he tasted good and my mouth stopped obeying me, carrying on with the passionate movements it was so used to and liked so much. I took him deeper in my mouth, sucking harder as he went in and out, overjoyed by how erect he was. After a few seconds the inevitable happened. He flooded my mouth with his hot and salty seed. His panting breaths made me look up. There was a look of embarrassment on his face. I pulled him towards me and tried to be comforting, assuring him that I was far from finished. I kissed him again, and had him lie down next to me. I gently pushed him away so my hands would be free. And then, my dear Liza, you would've been proud of me.”