A Gift Of Myself

"You're kidding, right?"

Lauren looked at me and smiled. "No, I'm not, Sharon. You'd be really good for them." She got up from the patio table, took off her sunglasses, walked to the edge of the pool and dove in. "Come on," she said. "It's refreshing."

We swam a few laps, raced each other for one, and then sat on the bench in the shallow end, friends for 20 years. I was godmother to her twin boys whose 18th birthday, which coincided with their high school graduation, was in three weeks. She helped me through the death of my husband.

"I don't think teenagers want to fool around with a 41-year-old woman." I said. "Besides, I've known them since they were one day old. They're like my own sons." Lauren laughed and touched my arm. Her green eyes sparkled as she kissed me on the cheek.

"I've thought about this a lot," she said. "I know the girls they've dated; I suspect they've done a bit more than kissing. But I know they're still virgins."

"How do you know that?"

"I straight out asked them. We're pretty cool that way. I'm glad they're comfortable enough to talk about sex with me."

"What about Hank? Have you told him what you want me to do with his sons?"

"I did," she said. "He thought it would be a tremendous gift."

"Geez," I said. Lauren looked at me but said nothing. "I have to think about this. I mean, 'why me?' I don't..."

"Sweetie, listen," she said. "When you and that guy we knew and loved were first going out, he told me that you were the most sexual being he'd ever met. You knew how to relate to a man intimately. You were so sure of yourself. Brian saying that means a lot. He'd been with his share of exciting women before he met you. We'd love for our guys to get their first full experience from you."

"Have you thought about how that will change my relationship with them? With Hank? With you?"

"Of course, you silly girl! Hank and I talked about it real seriously. We think it'll draw all of us closer. But it's up to you. No pressure."

I smiled, but I wasn't sure what to do. "Give me a couple of days," I said.

"You got it, kiddo," she said, as she put her arms around me. Our embrace was warm, prolonged, with our breasts nestled against each other.

After the weekend, I called Lauren. "Look," I said. "I haven't been with a man, let alone two, since Brian died. I may have lost my touch."

"Stop it!" she said. "You can do this. In fact, this will help you as well as the boys." She'd hit the nerve that had begun tingling ever since she'd stunned me with her proposal.

"Listen," I said. "If I do this, it's one time only. Gary and Jack have to be told that up front. I don't want any entanglements with either of them. Understood?"

"Does that mean you'll do it, Sharon?"

"I hope this isn't a big mistake, but yes, I'll do it."

"Oh my god!" Lauren squealed like a teenager. "Thank you so much! Thank you! Thank you!"

Making a decision was a relief. Making the decision to be the twins' graduation gift, their first fuck, was more exciting than I had imagined. I felt giddy as Sharon and I talked about how we would present the opportunity. I wanted to offer me. But I didn't want them to feel like they had to accept, particularly if either one of them felt that it might ruin something. We settled on me going over to their house a week before graduation. Lauren and Hank would tell them about the "gift" they wanted to give their sons. The three of us would gauge their initial responses and go on from there. No pressure if they felt uncomfortable.

But, for the next eight days, the pressure on me to call it all off increased. One moment I felt like it was a mistake to do this with the boys; the next moment I was getting very excited about the thought of showing them all of me. But that seemed wrong, too. I hated the idea of going back on my promise to Lauren. But was this the way to get back into sex? Was I missing something in my reasoning? Was I just nervous?

And then my sex drive returned with a power I had not felt for fifteen months. "This is right," I thought. "This is good." "I deserve to feel sexual again." I kept saying this in my mind as I drove over to their house. When I knocked on the door, I was ready for anything.

Hank greeted me and we walked back to their enclosed patio. It was a cool June night, so staying inside was better than eating dinner by the pool. Gary and Jack talked excitedly about their upcoming graduation and about college in the fall. Sharon put the finishing touches on the buffet. The food and drinks were great. The conversation was relaxed and funny. As we were finishing dessert, Lauren said she had something to discuss. I knew what was coming.

"Boys, it's not everyone who has a birthday and a high school graduation on the same day. It means your dad and I can save on buying two sets of presents." Gary and Jack booed. "I thought you two might react that way, so we do have a couple of birthday gifts we'll give you." Now, the boys cheered.

"What about graduation?" said Jack.

"Yes, graduation," said Lauren. "Your dad and I have talked a lot about what would be a special gift for each of you." She looked quickly at me and then back to her sons. She paused, then inhaled deeply. "I know you're both virgins and..."

"Mom!" they said in unison.

"Wait," she said, trying hard to stay in control.

"But, Mom!" Jack said, looking at me and then at Lauren. "We shouldn't talk about this with Sharon here."

"Well, we should," she said. "After all, she's your godmother. She's known you all your life. She's always wanted what's best for you."

"What's that have to do with us being virgins?"

"Well, we all think that young men can learn a lot about good sex from an experienced woman. So, we want to provide you with the opportunity to learn how to be good lovers."

"I don't get it," Gary said.

Hank spoke up. "What your mom is saying is that we know a woman who is willing to teach you what women like sexually."

"There's a class for that?" Jack said.

"It's a hands-on class," Lauren said. "This woman is willing to engage with you intimately so that you can learn what pleases a woman. It will help make your love life much better. Believe me, a man who knows his way in bed will be cherished by any woman who's his partner."

Gary and Jack listened intently. "How'd you meet her?" Jack said.

"I've known her a long time," Lauren said. She smiled. "I trust her to teach you well."

"Do you know her, Sharon?" Gary asked.

"I do," I said, playing along and feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Hank cleared his throat.

"Listen, guys. We know this is something you didn't expect. Not every young man has what I think is a wonderful opportunity like this. If you're uncomfortable and don't want to do this, we understand and that's the end of it."

Gary looked at Jack, communicating in a way that only twins can. They smiled and turned to their parents. "We love the gift," Jack said.

"We do," said Gary. "So, who is our teacher?"

Lauren and Hank looked at me and then at their boys. "You tell them, Hank."

"No, you tell them," he said. Lauren hesitated and brought her hands together to her chest. She looked at me. I nodded.

"Come on, Mom. Who is it? Stop teasing us!" Jack said.

"Tell them, Sharon," Lauren said.

"Me," I said.

Two mouths dropped. The twins looked at each other, then at their parents, and then at me.

"Okay. This is a joke, right?" Gary said.

"It's not a joke," I said. "I want to give you this gift." I smiled at both of them. "I promise I'll be gentle."

"Now, I know this isn't real. You had us going for a second there." Jack said. I turned to Lauren and Hank.

"Could you leave me with the boys for a few minutes?"

"Sure," Lauren said. She and Hank got up and left the patio. When they were gone, I moved my chair around the table to be closer to the twins.

"I don't know what you're thinking or feeling exactly, but I have an idea that you're hoping this is true. Well, it is. Strange, but true," I said. They seemed eager to hear more. I told them just enough to assure them that whatever we did would be between just the three of us. My monologue became a conversation and, in five minutes, they were all in. Gary went into the house to get his parents and, when they returned, we all agreed that my lesson would be three days after their graduation/birthday. With warm hugs all around, I said goodnight. My heart was racing all the way home.

The graduation ceremony was joyous and our birthday boys became men. From what they told us, partying with their friends was raucous and rowdy. They had turned a page and were about to turn another.

On Saturday morning, at the prearranged time of 10 a.m., they arrived at my home. They showed the nervousness I felt but didn't reveal.

"It looks like you guys have recovered from the graduation and birthday festivities," I said, as I welcomed them in.

"It was quite a night and next day," Gary said.

"You're not kidding," Jack said. The small talk went on for another five minutes. I thought it was time to move on to the reason for their visit.

"Let's sit down in the living room," I said. I had arranged three wing chairs in a cozy setting. "Hold my hand." They each offered a hand to me. I told them to use both of their hands to envelop mine.

"Let's talk about sex," I said. Their hands tightened on mine just a bit. "Sex should be fun and glorious and intimate. Sometimes it's quick and hard; sometimes it's exquisitely slow and passionate. Women and men are different. A man can be ready in an instant; a woman usually takes longer to get aroused. But women are just as sexual as men. They want it just as much."

Jack had some difficulty looking me in the eyes. He still seemed nervous. "Caress my hand, Jack, and tell me what you're thinking."

He slowly, gently rubbed his hands over my left one. "It feels soft and warm," he said.

"Do you like doing that?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you like caressing my hand." He raised his eyes to mine and softly told me he liked it. I told him I liked it, too. "Telling what you like and what makes you feel good is really important for great sex," I said. "Asking your partner what she likes is important, too." I turned to Gary and asked him what he was thinking.

"I can't believe we're here doing this," he said. "I mean, this is amazing!"

"Stand up," I told him. He did, smoothly. "Take off your shirt, please." That got his attention. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and held it in his hand. "While we're at it, Jack, please do the same thing." He didn't hesitate. "Throw your shirts over on the sofa." Now, what are you feeling, Jack?"

"I feel a little weird, like I'm off balance. I don't know what's next."

"Good sex has a lot of that," I said, as I stood up. With my index fingers, I rubbed back and forth across their nipples which grew hard. I raked my fingers over their hairy chests. I smiled at them and sat down. "What are you feeling, Gary?"

"I'm getting excited," he said. He looked at his brother who nodded in agreement.

"Great!" I said. I want you to be excited, both of you. And I want you to excite me. But that's a little later." I motioned for them to sit down.

For a few minutes, we talked about touch and trust and teasing. Gary and Jack were feeling more comfortable. They were more open in asking questions. I gave them a woman's point of view of certain acts and attitudes. When they asked me why I was willing to do this, I told them that women deserved to have lovers who knew their bodies and knew how to turn them on. I told them that sexual prowess was a gift that would give them many returns. I told them that sex was pure joy. I told them it was time for a lesson.

"Okay, Jack, take your pants off." He hesitated for a second but then stood up and removed his running shorts. He had gray briefs on underneath. I looked him up and down. "Stand in front of me." He moved a couple feet. I put my hands on his hips and then, slowly, tugged at the waistband.

"Oh, shit!" he said, as I freed his penis and continued pulling his briefs down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I threw them on the sofa.

"Very nice, Jack." I smiled at him. "How do you feel now?"

"Naked!" he laughed. We all did. "Truth is, I've never been naked in front of a woman."

"How about you, Gary?" Same for him. "Well then, Mister, off with your pants!"

There's something about twins. These guys looked much alike, but there were differences in their personalities. I was eager to find out how different they were sexually. I got up and took their hands and steered them to the kitchen. Their cocks dangled as they walked. We had some iced tea. It was exciting to have two nude men with me as I moved around the kitchen with all my clothes on. I could see they were trying to act nonchalantly to keep their penises soft.

"Now that we're here, would you two mind moving that kitchen table a tad closer to the window?" They easily repositioned it. Their bodies weren't chiseled but they were in good shape and their butts tightened as they lifted the table. "Most women appreciate men with good butts and you two have good butts." They smiled at each other and at me. Again, I openly looked them up and down. They watched me as I did so.

"Do you like looking at us?" Gary said. Ah! He's feeling bolder in the situation.

"I do," I said. "It turns me on when a nude man is in my presence. Does it turn you on to be nude in front of a clothed woman?"

"Well, like I said, I've never done this before, but I have to admit it's exciting."

"You don't look excited, Gary," I said as I stared at his dick. I walked up to him and ran my thumbs over his nipples again. Slowly, I lowered my hand down his front and wrapped it around his cock. It started to grow in my hand. "That's better," I said, releasing my grip. He kept getting more erect.

Jack was looking on intently and I didn't want him to feel ignored, so I stroked him until he was hard. Then, I stepped back. "Now, that's more like it. Two young men, naked in my kitchen, sporting beautiful hard-ons." I sensed a little embarrassment, so I told them to enjoy being aroused, to have fun with their cocks.

"I know what," I said. "I'd love to see you pull on your penises for a little while. I want to watch how you play with yourselves." After a second or two, Gary started. Jack followed. They looked like they didn't want to do it so much that they would ejaculate. "Okay. That's enough for now."

We enjoyed a light lunch. Occasionally, I touched them. I taught them some things about arousing a woman. They were eager students. After clearing the table and taking care of the few dishes, we went back to the living room.

"I want you to undress me." They looked at each other. "Jack, you can start." He reached for the buttons on my blouse. "Slowly," I said. "Make me aware that there's no rush. Increase the anticipation that, in a while, I'll be nude in front of you." Then, he surprised me.

"I think you're beautiful, Sharon. Thank you for this." It was so sweet. Instead of undoing a button, he stroked my hair softly, slowly. He was a quick study from our talk at lunch. But he was still a little nervous as he went back to and fumbled with the first button. I cupped his hand in mine, looked at him, and kissed him on the lips. Not a long kiss, but a loving kiss for sure. I laid his hand on the upper part of my breast and pressed it gently to me. It felt so good.

Jack undid the rest of the buttons smoothly. I turned my back to him so that he could remove my blouse. He threw it on the pile of clothes on the sofa.

"Very good," I said. "That was lovely. And it turned me on." Jack sat down and Gary took his place. "Please take my shorts off," I asked him. He put his hands on my hips and held them there for a couple seconds. Slowly, he undid the one button. Then, he looked up into my eyes. "Go ahead," I said. He looked at my zipper and slowly, tantalizingly, pulled it down. There was a smile on his face.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said.

"Well, you are, and you're doing it quite well," I said. Hands back at my hips, he pulled down my shorts and I stepped out of them. Gary was level with my crotch. I put my hands on his head and held him close to my pussy. I wanted him to smell my arousal. I wanted him to get hard thinking about what was on the other side of my panties.

"Touch is so important," I said and, then, I slowly pushed my crotch to his nose. "Breathe in, Gary. Smell what you're doing to me." I looked at Jack who was staring at us. He was getting hard, too.

And then, I let go. I backed away and told Gary to go back to his chair. "Stroke your cocks for me," I said, and they did. "Do it slowly, guys. No cumming just yet."

I moved to the center of the room. They watched me watching them play with themselves. "Do you want me to take off my bra?"

Gary said, "Yes."

"Tell me what you want me to do, Gary."

"I want you to take off your bra, Sharon."

"Do you want to see my breasts, Gary?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, Gary. Tell me what you want."

"I want to see your breasts, Sharon." His voice was strong. I turned away from them and unhooked my bra. I let it fall to the floor and turned back to face them. They stared at my breasts, my excited nipples.

"I love that you're looking at me. It really turns me on." I cupped my breasts and fondled them. "What else do you want me to do?"

"I want you to take off your panties, Sharon," Jack said.

"Then I'll be naked, Jack."

"That's why I want you to take them off. I want to see you naked." As he said that, Jack continued to run his hand up and down his hard shaft. Gary was still at it, too. Again, I turned away. Slowly, I pulled my panties over my ass and down my legs. As I stepped out of them, I could feel my arousal building.

"God, you're beautiful!" Gary said. I smiled and did a slow 360 degree turn.

"Keep looking at me," I said. "I love to be seen." I kept turning slowly. "Look at all of me. I'm so excited that you're looking. My nipples are so hard!" I tweaked them just a bit.

"Do that some more," said Jack.

"Do what?"

"Play with your nipples. Squeeze your breasts." Jack had become bold, commanding in his tone, and I obeyed.

"Play with your pu...," Gary started to say.

"You can say that word. You can say anything as long as you're respectful. So say it, Gary."

"Play with your pussy, Sharon."

"Yes, sir," I said, smiling. I didn't tell them, but I like being told what to do sometimes. Maybe they were discovering that about me anyway. I reached down with my right hand and brushed my pubic hair. I used my left hand to keep caressing my breasts.

"I'm really getting turned on that you're watching me rub my pussy. It's so hot that I'm naked in front of you both and that you're watching me as you beat off."

"We want you to cum, Sharon," Jack said. "Will you show us how you cum?"

"I will. But you have to stop playing with yourselves for a while." They stopped immediately and concentrated on looking at how I was getting myself off. It didn't take too long, but I showed them enough to get the idea. Do it slowly; speed it up. A little penetration. A lot of tapping on my clitoris. I scream when I cum and that surprised them. I smiled when I finished and took a deep breath. My legs were a little weak.

"Wow! Jesus!" they said.

"Yeah, wow!" I said. I sat back in my chair and, for the next fifteen minutes, we talked about female arousal and masturbation. I showed them my clit up close, but I didn't let them touch me. "Every woman has different sweet spots," I said. "You need to ask them what works and what doesn't." I gave them a few more ideas about what I liked.

We needed a pee break, so I led them to my bathroom. They paused at the door.