The Price of a Smile

Self-esteem was never my strong point. Society tends to judge us by our looks instead of taking time to find out who we are under those looks. At 19, I was a large guy with a quite manner and had no idea sex and love were the same thing and totally opposite. I did know I was missing something because I read enough erotic stories to excite my virgin mind. I just didn't know how to get what I was missing.

Under normal circumstances, a teenager either cruises the streets or bars to find romance. Not me, though, I was never that brave. I did find what I was looking for in my backyard, kind of. She rented a house from my uncle and she lived the next street over from me. She wasn't alone, though, because she was married! Did that matter to me?? Of course it did, but I was horny, young and inexperienced. I learned allot from that lady that changed the way I thought of women and what they desire. Oral sex??? Huh?? Anal sex?? Whatever!, but I found out a little of it all. Enough of the boring stuff, onto the sex.

Her name was Norma Jean and at 19 she was 5 foot tall, brown shoulder length hair, and brown eyes. She was not a small lady, but a few extra pounds. Bra sized?? No clue, all I know is she had two breasts and the nipples got as big as pencil erasures.

"Are you always in a depressed mood?" she asked me in her front yard on that first wonderful day.

"Haven't got much to be happy about," I replied.

"I'll make a deal with you. You game?"

I thought for a moment and said " Let's see---nothing going on and I'm not doing anything. Sure, why not."

"If you show me you know how to smile, I'll give you a surprise."

"A smile? You ask for allot. It's got to be good to receive a smile from me, but I'll give," showing her my cheesiest smile, from ear to ear.

"Let's go inside and I'll give you your surprise."

We went inside and I was wondering what the heck was going on. You have to realize, I had never considered this lady to be anything but a friend of my uncles and what she did next stunned me. She unbuttoned her blouse and bared her chest to me!

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"You looked depressed and I got you to smile, but what I wanted to do was make you happy."

"What about your husband?"

"John won't be home until tonight."

"Won't he get mad if he finds out?"

"He takes medication for his spells and that makes him impotent and he knows I need some relief," she said. "So, even if he finds out, he won't say anything."

"NJ(a nickname she said I could call her), this doesn't seem right," I whispered, as I averted my eyes. The blood had rushed to my face, but I was also feeling very uncomfortable below. Is it supposed to feel this hot, I thought?? Why was I feeling so light-headed?? I have never had this feeling before. Sure, I had masturbated, but this was nothing like that.

She touched my face and asked me to look at her. Turning, I saw her eyes and my heart started beating so hard I thought I was going to die. She had such an erotic look, I just melted and touched my lips to hers. The taste was electrifying and amazing. Releasing my kiss, I eased back and looked at her with a look of lust, but a I still had a reserved look in my eyes.

"Please don't worry, I'll not let anything happen to you. I think you are very attractive and the sight of you makes me so wet. I have thought about doing this since the first time I ever saw you. I just had to wait until I thought you were ready. I know you are ready now."

"Me attractive??? Are you ok?? I'm nobody, why me??"

"Shhhhh, you have a big heart and are always friendly to me and everyone else. You have a way about you that makes me warm and tingly. If you want to feel like you're not any good, then keep it to yourself and let me be the woman of your dreams." She told me this as she was lightly caressing my thigh with her hand. If I was feeling uncomfortable before, then I was really getting excited now.

"NJ, I'm not going to lie to you. I have no idea what to do. I'm excited as all get out, but I'm very uneasy and my body seems to be on fire. Please don't be alarmed if I tell you that I am a virgin and I have never had a relationship with a woman"

"Do you want to be with me??," she asked.

"I would be a fool to say no and my body has betrayed me," as I glanced down at my noticeable erection. I was shifting around , trying to get adjusted, but there wasn't any way she could have missed it.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said.

We got up and I followed her to the bedroom. She was so sexy walking in front of me without her top on. I was so excited I almost tripped over a chair getting there. As we got in the room, she shut the door and locked it. Just in case, I thought.

"Since this is you're first time, I'm going to do this my way," she said. She guided me to the bed, I sat down. She went to her chest-of-drawers and pulled out a red lace scarf.

"I know seeing me without clothes is making you nervous, so I'm going to blindfold you and remove our clothes. Are you ok with that??" she asked. Nodding my assent, she covered my eyes and i could hear her taking off her shorts. My mind was going bonkers with imagination. Finally, I thought, finally.

"Stand up, please," she said quietly. I got up and she started undoing my shirt. Her touch was light and making me breath faster and faster. She started with my pants and I was gulping in air. Oh, my, was I hot. I heard her gasp as she slide my briefs down and reveled my manhood.

"I can tell we are going to have so much fun," she purred. "This is more than I expected. You shouldn't be afraid to approach women because you are definitely a well-built man." Figuring she was just being nice or her husband was not very big, I just sat there and didn't say a word.

She finished removing my clothes and asked me to lay down on the bed. I laid down while she positioned herself in the center of the bed. "First I want you to explore my body with just your hands before I remove the scarf. Then you can see me in all my glory. You can rub my body anywhere you want but no peeking."

Having never been in the room with a nude woman, much less been side-by-side with one, I was nervous about where to start. I brushed her lips with my fingertips and caressed her cheeks. She shuddered and I heard her sigh. So, I'm not the only nervous one, I thought. Brushing her hair from her ears, I slowly followed the outline of her ears.

"Is my face all that you want to touch??," she asked.

"I want to touch and get to know your whole body before I see it, then I can play with known territory."

"Are you sure you haven't done this before??"

"Believe me, I'm sure. I want to make my first time memorable and I don't want to appear clumsy."

"That's ok, just enjoy yourself, I know I am."

I started easing my hands down her neck as I came to the rise of her breasts. I almost grabbed both of them roughly because I was shaking so bad. Having nothing to compare to, I'd have to say they felt like the most awesome things I'd ever put my hands on. They felt so smooth and judging by the way they felt, they were about the size of a medium-sized orange. They weren't necessarily pert, but they felt so good. At the time, it wouldn't have mattered if she was flat-chested. I wanted to put my lips on them, but figured I'd move on.

Through magazines, I knew what a nude woman looked like, but no woman had the amount of hair I felt as I rubbed the space above her vagina. Maybe that's why she wanted me blindfolded because she was self-conscious of her looks. I didn't care. I wanted more. I started curling her pubic hair in little circles. Wow, that felt marvelous. It was then that I noticed a faint aroma in the room. It was a rich pungent smell that made me dizzy. It wasn't until I slide my fingers along her vagina that I discovered the reason for the odor. She was so wet that I thought she had gone pee right there in the bed. Not only wet, but a thickness like a glue. Thick and slick. I was amazed. I had seen pictures of vaginas, but none showed this. I was so naive that I thought the shaved women stopped the wetness because they shaved themselves. It was years before I realized NJ was just an especially wet lady.

As I started running my fingers along her split, she grabbed my hand and told me it was time to remove the scarf.

Ok, I've started my first story. While this is a true story, I am going to rely on you the readers to decide whether it gets finished. Your response will be very welcome.