"Bobby, there's a phone call for you!" his mother called, waking him up the next morning. He sat up and stretched, trying to force the lethargy of sleep out of his mind.
"I'm up, I'll get it, Mom," he called. He got out of bed, stumbled out to the hallway, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Bobby?" The sound of Paula's voice chased away what little sleepiness remained in the young man's mind. "Did I wake you up?"
"Ah, yeah," he replied. "But that's OK, I need to get up anyhow."
"Can...can you come over?" she asked.
"Sure, ah, I just, you know, got up. I...I have to get dressed and all," he stammered. Paula's invitation made him wonder if he were dreaming. Hadn't she told him her folks didn't want her hanging around with boys?
"That's OK," she said. "I'll be waiting."
"Who was that on the phone?" Bobby's mother asked when he came down for breakfast.
"Paula," Bobby replied. "She wants me to come over."
"Isn't she that girl you used to have a crush on?" his mother asked. "I thought she was in college."
"Jeez, Mom, she's only a year older than I am," Bobby said. "It isn't like she's an old lady or something." "If Mom thinks my seeing Paula is a problem, she'd have a shit fit if she knew about all the other women in my life, wouldn't she?" he mused.
He ate breakfast, then got in the jeep and headed for Paula's. He was still wondering how she managed to convince her folks to let him come over. When he arrived at Paula's house, he parked the jeep in the driveway, then he walked up the sidewalk to the big house and pushed the doorbell.
Paula met him at the door wearing an oversized T-shirt, a pale purple color with white dots. Her lovely tan legs showed under it. "Hi," she said blushing a little.
"Hi," Bobby said.
"Come in," Paula told him.
She stepped back and Bobby walked into an ornate living room.
Paula closed the door and followed him. "My folks are away for the weekend," she said. "The minute they left, I thought about asking you over." She sat down on the sofa, tucking her legs under her.
Bobby joined her on the sofa. "I was wondering," he said. "I mean, you did say your folks were real strict about you dating and all..."
Paula slid closer to him, close enough so he could feel her warmth. "I really like being with you..." she said.
"I like being with you, too," Bobby replied.
"We can be together all weekend..." Paula said, her voice husky. "If you...if you want..."
Bobby looked into her lovely blue eyes. "I...I do," he stammered.
Paula's hands touched his face lightly, and her face started moving slowly toward his. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips touched and thrills shot through him. All the passionate kisses he'd shared over the summer paled in comparison to the kisses he shared with Paula!
The kiss continued for a wonderfully long time. Then her lips left his and she gazed deeply into his eyes. "Wow!" she whispered, her breathing ragged, "Nobody kisses the way you do!"
Bobby reached for her. With a soft moan she came into his arms, settling on his lap, and their lips joined again. The second kiss caused more fire and joy than the first. When it ended, Paula snuggled against him, her slim arms around his neck, her soft hair tickling his face.
As Bobby held her, he realized he liked being with her more than any of the other women he was seeing.
"You...you make me feel so strange...so wonderful..." she said softly.
His hand slid over her curved back, feeling the warmth and softness of her. She continued pressing against him. Her breasts prodded his chest. Powerful sensations began growing in the teenager, sensations he knew he wouldn't be able to control, and didn't want to.
"You make me feel wonderful, too," Bobby replied. "I like being with you more than just about anything."
Paula leaned back and gazed into his eyes. "But...I mean...I'm older..."
Bobby silenced her with another kiss. His hand sought, found, and cupped a small, firm breast, his fingers strumming the nipple through the soft material of her nightshirt.
Paula groaned softly and shuddered. Her tongue slid between his lips, into his mouth where his met it. Lightning bolts of ecstasy arced through him.
He shifted position so she was lying in his lap, their lips still joined. His hand slid, and under the nightshirt, onto her bare skin.
Paula kept her lips pressed against his, her arms locked around his neck. Her body twisted and strained as his hand slid over her bare flesh. Soft murmurs of delight issued from her and her movements and cries became more and more impassioned.
Bobby tugged the nightshirt up, baring most of Paula's body to his feverish gaze. His hand slid from one breast to the other, and her nipples grew harder and harder each time he touched them.
Finally Paula released him from their kiss and laid back. "I...I want you!" she groaned. "Oh, God!!! Bobby!!! I...I want you!!!"
He slid out from under her and stood up to strip his clothes off. While he was taking his T-shirt off, he felt her hands on his pants, then they began sliding down. Air flowed over his bare flesh, then her warm hands cupped his cock and balls. Bobby's legs were so shaky he thought he'd fall.
"Take me!!! Please!!! Take me!!!" Paula groaned, her body arching, twisting, moving constantly. "I need you!!! Please, Bobby!!! Please!!!"
He laid atop her and felt her guide his rigid cock to her wet opening. As it slid into her, unbelievably delightful feelings tore through him. Sex never felt this wonderful with other women! Never! Paula's legs rose and her feet locked behind his legs as she pressed herself against him, moving urgently.
"Ohhhhh!!! Godddddddddd!!!!!" Paula groaned. "Never like this!!! Never!!! Oh, Bobby!!! Oh, Bobby!!!! Take meeee!!! Take meeeee!!!!"
Powerful emotions roiled through Bobby as he began moving his hips. Her tight cavern clutched his cock as he thrust into her. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control his pace! It was as if he was making love for the first time!
"Can't wait!!! Ohhhhh!!! Uggggghhhhh!!! I can't wait!!!" he cried, "I'm gonna come!!! Paula!!! Paulaaaaaa!!!!" A torrent of his hot juices gushed into her hot, clutching cave.
"B...B...Bobbeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Oh, Goddddddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddddddddddd!!! Yessssssssssssssssssss!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!" Paula cried, her body straining against his, shaking, shivering, spasming. "Yessssssssss!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
Spent, the lovers lay, locked together, on the sofa.
"I...I can't believe how you make me feel," Paula whispered breathlessly. "I...I've never, ever felt like that with anyone else."
"Me, either," Bobby admitted. It was true. As many times as he'd made love, and as good as it had been, none of his experiences came close to what he experienced with Paula. He kissed her. Passion once more stirred inside him. Paula's body moved under him, signalling that she, too, was responding.
When the kiss ended, Paula got to her feet and reached out her hand to him. Bobby let her pull him to his feet, then went with her to her bedroom. As they walked, Paula kept looking at him with her lovely wide blue eyes.
Once they were in the bedroom, Bobby grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it up. She raised her arms so he could pull it over her head, then stood naked before him while he gazed at her ardently. She was so beautiful! He couldn't stop staring at her.
"I...when you look at me, it makes me feel funny," Paula said softly, backing toward the bed and laying down. She held out her hands. "Come here."
Bobby joined her on the bed. Immediately his hands began exploring her warm, smooth flesh, while his lips sought hers. As their mouths connected, she groaned softly and pressed her nakedness against his.
