Beginning With Girls

From the window of his second story bedroom Richard gazed down at the asphalt paved circular driveway. The family limousine had just pulled up. It was raining. The chauffeur exited the vehicle, at the same time unfurling a large umbrella. He opened the rear door, and a woman stepped out under the hovering umbrella.

Richard could see the woman was dark haired and appeared otherwise unremarkable. He discerned she was mid-height and slender of figure. He watched as the chauffeur escorted her in the direction of the house. Richard's governess had cautioned him not to engage the woman in small talk. Suddenly, he was feeling alternating pangs of fear and excitement.

Richard heard the sound of the front door chime, then the door being opened, presumably by his governess. The house was otherwise empty of others, his parents overseas on vacation. Before he turned from the window he saw the chauffeur returning back to the limousine alone.

The boy, Richard, went over to his bed, sat down on the edge, and waited. Next came the sound of two pairs of footsteps ascending the circular stair. To him it seemed like an eternity before the door to his bedroom opened and his governess ushered the woman inside.

Immediately the woman began to assess the boy, her expression stoic. "I'm going to need to know his age," she said finally. And for the first time since she entered his room Richard became attuned to the sound of her voice.

"Richard has just turned eighteen," the governess replied for him.

"Still a boy," the woman mused. "That's good. Perfect." Her tone indicated she was pleased with what she had just learned.

Richard's curiosity compelled him to steal frequent glimpses of her. He turned to his governess and whispered something in her ear.

The governess then addressed the woman. "The boy would like to know your age."

The woman smiled. "Forty-one," she replied. Then as though she felt the impending situation required some kind of moral justification, she added, "I hope you don't think there's anything perverted about my wanting to be with a teenage boy. Really."

Upon hearing that, Richard was beside himself. Wow!

"You're not here to be judged," the governess said.

The woman looked over at the governess. "Can I just... freshen up a bit?"

The governess smiled. "That won't be necessary, my dear. We don't have time to dilly-dally. It's best we get started immediately, for the boy's sake."

The woman did not challenge the governess further. She padded over to the nearest chair, placing her purse on the seat. She seemed ordinary in every respect, except for the scant clues she'd already dropped regarding her predisposition toward boys still in their teens.

The governess slipped into position behind the woman. While undoing the buttons of her white blouse, she called to the boy. "Richard, I'm sure you won't want to miss this." The boy said nothing, too deeply in awe of the scene unfolding in front of him. His eyes roamed all over the woman.

Piece by piece, the governess proceeded to strip the woman of all her clothes, then made her to lay on her back in Richard's bed.

The boy knew what all of this was leading to, what his governess wanted of him. Yet he still remained in doubt as to whether he really had what it takes to go through with it.

In more recent times during their close relationship, which spanned 16 years, the governess began to ask him, casually, "Tell me, have you begun yet with girls?"

To which Richard, embarrassed, answered, "Why do you have to know that?" He had sounded a bit frightened.

"It's better that I know these things," she replied. "Remember, I'll still be your governess until you've reached the age of twenty-one."

Early on, the phrase, "begin with girls," had meant no more to the boy than the sophomoric notion of planting a kiss on a girl's lips. Or covertly feeling her up. Or perhaps spying on her as she undressed. Only lately, hearing that same phrase it began to finally register with him that it might also be referring to certain acts that were decidedly more adult.

The latest round of their little question and answer ritual had been different, though. The boy had just turned eighteen. The governess began by asking the same question, and the boy responded as he always did. "Not really." To which his governess replied, "I see." But this time the brief exchange didn't end there. After a short hesitation the governess spoke, "Then it's time I arrange something for you."

XXX

The woman was not pretty, yet attractive nonetheless. She continued to demonstrate more than a casual interest in the boy. She was nowhere close in age to him, too sophisticated, too mature for him socially.

The woman's actual relationship to the boy remained a mystery. All clues seemed to point to the fact that until the moment the governess had brought her into his bedroom the boy and the woman were not acquainted with each other. Now, for the purpose at hand it seemed prudent there be no relationship.

The boy stood naked near the foot of his bed, gazing intently at the woman. His clothes lay on the floor in a circle surrounding him. Of particular interest to him was the delicious tangle of dark hairiness that bridged her upper thighs.

The governess had done all she could to arrange this encounter. Now it would be up to the boy to demonstrate that even at the tender age of eighteen, with the proper "stimulation" he possessed the ability--and the desire--to interact with the woman, the same way a man would. If the boy were going to learn to become a man, it would be most proper if he did so between the legs of a grown woman.

Now in bed on his knees, wedged between he woman's parted thighs the boy, Richard, felt his penis begin to awaken--to swell, stiffen, elongate until it reached rigid proportions that appeared quite enviable. At the same time he felt blanketed by a heated flush. His total spectrum of emotions grew heightened, highly sensitized. And from his expression it was obvious he had achieved the state of mind that could only serve to enhance his chances of delivering a successful performance.

By now he had dismissed the feeling of intimidation boys often experience when together with a woman who was that much older. All that remained was for him to get it on with her; to fulfill the plans his governess had made for him.

The governess sensed the boy was ready. "Go on now," she told him. "Make me proud of you."

Richard nodded obediently, then focused his attention solely and completely on the woman beneath him and the only remaining "obstacle" that separated him from her... his lengthy, rock hard, fully erect penis--engorged and throbbing.

XXX

"So tell me," the governess began, a few months later, during a moment when they happened to find themselves together with no one else around, "Have you begun yet with girls?" This time her words were mocking, accompanied by a naughty wink.

And Richard was instantly reminded of his impromptu romp with the strange women whom his governess had literally delivered to him. The woman who had seemed to exhibit a curious predilection toward boys in their late teens.

And Richard--the new Richard--whose manor of late resembled less and less that of an innocent young boy, just grinned. For he no longer feared his governess' question.