Becky is the kind of friend you can confide in. She's the kind of friend you can whine to about your spouse, cry with, drink with or tell your deepest hang-ups to. She's the kind of friend who gives you a bath if you're unable. Those kinds of friends don't grow on trees.
So when Becky approached me wearing a scowl, I was ready for anything β including doing all I could to help.
"I'm worried about Tommy," she said. "He seems so aloof and withdrawn. Now that he's started college he should be having a blast meeting new friends and maybe even a girl. Instead, he's spending too much time in his room. If I didn't know better I'd say he was flirting with depression instead of flirting with girls!"
"Tommy's such a great kid...can you think of what could have brought this on?"
"Well, he was doing great at first; but then one by one his new pals started pairing up with girls. Unfortunately, Tommy's so shy he still hasn't found a girlfriend. Maybe he's sad about that."
"Why do you think he's so shy around girls?"
"I don't know. I used to worry about him because he's been such a late bloomer, but now that he's eighteen, he's finally caught up."
"Humm, being less developed than your peers is a terrible thing for a boy. Kids are so cruel during adolescence and being teased or just having to expose yourself in the shower can have lasing effects. Believe me, as a middle school teacher I've seen it all. Maybe Tommy just needs a little help to boost his self-confidence."
"I guess you might be right, but he barely even talks to me. I don't think I've got a prayer of getting through to him; and Tom senior would just scare the shit out of him."
"Actually, I wasn't thinking about you or Tom. I've got a pretty good idea what makes kids like Tommy tick and I'll bet I could help. Would you like me to have a little chat with him?"
"Wow that would be fantastic! Do you really think you could reach him?"
"I think so, but I've got to warn you that what I've got in mind is a little unconventional. It would need to stay totally private. You'd have to promise never to mention our talk or ask him about it. Are you willing to trust me? It's a deal breaker."
"Oh, Audrey I'd trust you with anything β even Tommy!"
"OK, great. I'll give it some thought. Is Tommy still into photography?"
"He was until all of this started, but I don't think he's taken a shot in months."
"Is he coming to our picnic on Saturday?"
"I hope so, but you never know these days."
"Why don't you tell him to bring his camera? Tell him there's an old barn I'd like to show him that would be a great subject for black and white shots. That'll give us an excuse to disappear for awhile. Your job is to make sure he comes!"
"OK, I'll do my best. And thanks so much."
The three days until Saturday were going to be long ones for me. The humiliation of naΓ―ve young men like Tommy is a visceral turn-on for me, and I couldn't wait to see how far I could make him go. And ironically, if my plan worked, my friend Becky, Tommy and I would all be winners.
I hardly slept at all Friday night. When morning finally came I was bursting with anticipation. I wanted to be as horney as possible for my encounter with Tommy, and that meant finding an excuse not to have our usual Saturday Sex. My solution was actually quite brilliant. I enticed my husband with the prospect of devoting my entire attention to pleasuring him with my tongue and fingers. At first he resisted, but when I started coating his testicles and burgeoning erection with saliva he melted. By the time I started teasing the underside of his glans with my moist fingers and probing the tip of his penis with my tongue, he was writhing in pleasure. His precum oozed out as I brought him to the edge over and over. When he couldn't stand it any longer he took charge β alternately sliding his hands down the length of his shaft. It was his favorite masturbatory technique. He had a powerful orgasm almost immediately, and the smell of fresh semen permeated the room. It took all of my will power not to join him in my own powerful release, but somehow I managed to convince myself to wait for Tommy. The poor little bastard didn't have a chance!
At last the picnic arrived. When we had finally cooked and eaten our burgers, and I had managed to hold off for what I thought was a respectable period of time, I sweetly asked Tommy if he would like to see the barn I had told his mom about. He didn't seem too excited, but consented to go.
Just before we got to the barn I casually said, "Hey Tommy, can I ask you something?"
"I guess."
"Your mom told me she's a little worried about you. For one thing, she says you having trouble finding a girlfriend."
"Um, I guess that's right".
"Would you like to talk about it a little, maybe I could help?"
The poor kid must have really been desperate because even though I could tell it was the last thing he wanted to admit he said, "It's just that I get really nervous around girls and all. I never know what to say and well, you know, I just, I just..."
"Oh Tommy, there's no reason to be afraid of girls. Most of them are probably just as nervous as you are. All you have to do is relax, be yourself and take a little initiative. Most girls would love to hook up with a good looking guy like you."
"You really think so?"
"Absolutely! I'll bet after a date or two most girls won't be able to keep their paws off of you!"
He didn't exactly look comfortable with the prospect.
"Does that idea scare you, Tommy?"
"Um, I guess so. It's just, well, you know, I, I ..."
"Tommy, are you a virgin?"
His body language made a verbal response unnecessary.
"And maybe a little worried about having to get naked if things get serious?"
"Um, well, maybe a little."
"You know what Tommy? There are only three things a guy needs to connect with a girl, and I think you can have all three."
"Really?"
"Of course I do. The first is a just being a nice guy. I've known you your whole life, and take it from me you're head and shoulders above most boys I know in that department. The second is to be squeaky clean. And finally, you need to be at ease with your own body and have a little self-confidence. A guy who is comfortable in his own skin is a real turn-on for girls."
"I guess two out of three isn't bad," he mumbled.