To My Mentor: I remember our first night like it was yesterday
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All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are willing participants the activities which make us this story. I broke this story down into multiple pieces not because it made sense that way, it was to keep the segments short enough to post without have a story spanning a dozen pages or more. All of these segments represent one time between our characters. There will be other moments which deserve their own chapter
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I didn't know enough then, but because of your love and attention, I know now. The first time I saw you staring at me my young mind only thought, "what's she staring at?" Today I would recognize the lust in your eyes. The way you looked at me when you and my mom were talking that first day. I think about that day after all these years and I see how I never stepped into any room you were in without your head swiveling around and finding me. Oh, that smile. I will always remember that smile. It's the same smile I see today after all these years of loving each other. The same smile I have on my face as well.
I didn't understand at the time what was going through your mind when you asked me over that day. It has taken me all these years to understand the risks you took by becoming my mentor. I will always love you for the risks you took teaching me to become a man. I still do not understand why you chose me, but I am glad you did. I remember what happened that night when you walked me to your couch.
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I also now know what that look you had on your face means when my mom turned to me and said, "Bill, Jenny needs you to help her move some furniture tomorrow. Make sure you don't plan anything tomorrow afternoon."
"I don't want to bother you, but I can't move it and Sam is out of town for the next week," you said with that look I know now meant 'please, please, please.'
"It's not a bother," mom replied, "we're neighbors, and Bill would be happy to help you out until your husband comes home. Want you, Bill?"
"Yes, ma'am. When do you need me to come over?"
"Anytime really."
"We're going to meet Frank's new boss for dinner, Bill's here all evening," mom said.
"I'll feed him then," you replied with that same look on your face. "Work him then feed him."
"You don't have to bother with that," mom said, "the boy has a large appetite, he might end up eating you out of house and home."
"Six then. What do you like to eat?"
"Anything really. Don't bother with anything fancy. Sandwiches are fine."
"Nonsense, I love to cook. I make a great spaghetti with a special sauce. Do you like spaghetti?"
"He loves it," mom interrupted, "Spaghetti is fine. I'll make sure he's there at six and if he's not, just come over here and drag him away from his games."
"I can do that. Sam is a gamer as well,"
"They never grow up, do they?" mom replied.
"No, but that is some of the reason we like them," you replied laughing.
I watched you and mom laughing and will always remember the sparkle in your eye. Today, I can't believe my mom didn't catch the hunger in your face when you looked at me. I guess she never thought a beautiful grown woman like yourself would be attracted to a boy my age.
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"Did you trip on purpose that night"
, I often wonder? The way you fell back into my arms making sure my hands made contact with your chest and your butt grinding into my dick.
"Sorry," was the only thing I could mutter out before my dick became rock hard. I remember trying to push my dick away from your ass as I lifted you up.
"That's okay," you laughed as you stood up and turned around to face me, "You saved me from busting my ass. What's a little contact."
I remember the grin on your face as you looked down at my erection knowing that I would turn red. I remember wanting to say something back, but my voice didn't work. "I might still have a big bruise on my butt," you continued, "Something big and hard poked me."
"Wait! What? What did she say?"
My mind screamed as the rest of me froze. "
Did she feel my dick?"
"Why don't we knock off for the rest of the day? We can finish up tomorrow. I need to start dinner and you need to run back home and clean up."
"Okay," I replied. "When do you want me back?"
"Oh, just go home and take care of the things you need to take care of and come right back. I'll start dinner and then clean up myself."
"Wait! What did she mean 'take care of things'? Does she know I need to jack off?"
"Go," you said as you put your hands on my shoulders and turn me towards the door. "Just walk back in when you're done. Don't bother knocking. It's only the two of us here."
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I guess you thought it would take me longer to 'take care of things' than it did but thinking of you and the way your boobs felt in my hands caused me to finish much faster than normal. Besides, I wanted to get back and see what was going to happen the rest of the night. Fastest shower and change I ever did. I remember walking through your door and seeing that you were not in the kitchen.
"Oh, my God!"
, was what I thought as I saw your bedroom door slightly open and you were standing there facing the other way. The way your ass looked. It was the best thing I've ever seen. It was just perfect. I remember wanting to stand there and stare at your ass all night long, but I begin to worry what you would do if you turned around and caught me.