This is Chapter 4 in "Women Make the Man". It can be read alone, but I recommend reading from Chapter 1. It is a coming of age story set in the mid-sixties on the coast of New England.
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It was June, the summer between my high school graduation and my first year of college. I had turned eighteen only weeks before.
The next day I headed over to the LaPage house right after breakfast. Janet LaPage was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, and reading the local paper. She was dressed in black slacks and a light pink sleeveless blouse.
"Oh hi, Billy," she said flatly.
I don't know what I expected after the adventure of the previous day, but I was a little disappointed in her businesslike attitude.
"You should probably cut the grass today. The mower's in the garage. See if you can get it started."
"Right. OK," I replied.
The motor took a few pulls, but I got it started with a little effort and set out to mow the broad front lawn. The day grew warmer, and I took off my t-shirt enjoying the early season sun on my back.
I was finishing up the fenced-in back yard when Janet LaPage appeared in her coral pink two piece bathing suit.
"I'm sorry," she said, "But you've been out here working away without your shirt, you're going to get all sunburned. Here, let me put some lotion on you."
She strode over and began applying the lotion to my back. I felt her firm touch massaging my shoulders and the back of my neck.
"You've got a nice build," she remarked. "But I guess all the girls tell you that!"
"Well, um, no, not really," I mumbled.
"Well you do. At least I think so, and I know what I'm talking about!" she chuckled.
She turned me around and began applying the slippery fluid to my chest, working her way down to the waistband of my tan Bermuda shorts.
She followed the beltline around to my back almost hugging me, her long fingernails scraping lightly against my skin.
Then she squatted down before me and began to massage my legs, working her way up as I had done to her the day before. Slowly and sensuously her hand moved up my thigh and continued inside my pantleg until I could feel the back of her hand brushing against my balls. I held my breath.
Then she pulled her hand down, raking her nails on the inside of my leg. My cock stiffened.
"C'mon, let's take a break," she said in her husky voice.
Janet took my hand and led me back to the house. In the kitchen she pulled out a chair for me and asked "How about a beer?"
Not waiting for an answer she opened the fridge and returned with two 'Gansetts which she placed firmly on the table.
She pulled her chair close and sat facing me. Leaning back, her knees touched mine as she took a sip of her beer.
"So what do you think?" she asked.
"Um, think?' I replied stupidly.
"Yeah, what are you thinking about right now?"
What I was thinking was just how sexy this mature woman looked in her pink two piece suit, totally relaxed before me, but that was not something I wanted to say out loud.
I stammered something that sounded like, "Well, I, um, a lot of things, I guess..."
"I'll bet," she smiled and leaned forward looking directly into my eyes, her long fingers resting on my knee.
"You know, there's nothing you can't say to me. I'm not your mom." I was frozen in place, staring deeply into her bright hazel eyes. She seemed the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
"Uh, Janet," I mumbled, "I don't know, um, what I'm supposed ... I mean, I love you!" I blurted out.
She calmly held my gaze. "Don't ever confuse sex with love. You're just starting. It's all a treasure hunt, and you've got a lot to discover. You'll find a lot of junk, but you'll find beauty as well, and when you find a diamond, you'll know it. Now tell me what you like about me."
"I think you're beautiful," I whispered.