Three days after my eighteenth birthday my parents left on their annual European tour so I was left to fend for myself. Before leaving my mother had said, "No wild parties while we're away mind."
My Dad's final wink and nudge comment had been, "About time you were getting to know something about girls, isn't it, Danny?"
Hell, did the whole world know I was still a virgin. Most of my friends at college were forever banging on about their conquests. I was sick of hearing their casual vocabulary of female parts--"tits", "clit", "love-hole".
I had read the manuals in which diagrams labelled the parts more formally, "breasts, clitoris, vagina and labia", but such knowledge didn't help a clutz like me, who tended to freeze where girls were concerned.
"Tessa Leyman thinks you're dead good-looking," my best friend Jake would tell me. "You should have a go there."
But somehow the very thought of making a start at any kind of intimacy seemed to be its own barrier. There were quite a few girls and women who could make me wish I had a bit more gumption. Quite a few who set my loins stirring so that I knew for sure which way my sexuality lay, but it was just those first stages which I could never breach with any kind of confidence.
So, came the day I was trawling around the local supermarket for a few things that would at least satisfy my stomach. I had just placed a bottle of my favourite red wine into the basket when a female voice called out, "Why, hello, Danny!"
I turned and knew my face had instantly reddened.
It was Mrs Johansen, my best friend Jake's mother. Why did my face turn red? Simple! She just happened to be one of the women who set my loins afire.
A woman I'd seen so often in visits to Jake's home. I'd seen her in a track suit jogging to the local gym. I'd seen her in tight dresses that emphasised every curve of her wonderfully proportioned body. Oh, I'd seen her in so many modes, but the most exciting were those times I'd seen her in her skimpy bikini, sunbathing on their patio. Trying to talk casually to her on those occasions was like trying to breath underwater, as my eyes took in the incredible stretches of smooth skin.
She may have been my friend's mother, but just about every time I'd seen her I'd get the beginnings of an erection. It wasn't just the allure of that shapely body. There was also a clouded look about her eyes when she smiled at me in greeting. A sort of furtive promise, which I had put down to my over active imagination.
Jake had told me she had just been eighteen when he was born so that made her thirty six years old. A lady who had married too young, and divorced when Jake was only ten.
And there she was regarding my with cool sexuality from those shadowed eyes as she leaned on her supermarket trolley. She was wearing a pink blouse, unbuttoned low enough to reveal the gentle foothills of her gorgeous breasts.
A couple of beads of sweat had gathered just above that valley, and I had this terrible urge to lean down and lick them away. And that so familiar stiffening in her presence had me ensuring my trolley was covering me.
Her eyes regarded me knowingly, "You look a little flustered, Danny. Shopping not agree with you? Or is it the heat?"
I could have honestly told her it was the heat, but it had nothing to do with the steaming outside temperatures.
She passed a well manicured hand over her brow, "It is awfully hot today, isn‘t it? Can I give you a lift home?"
I only lived a block away from Jake.
"And maybe you would help me get all my packages into the house. Then we can have a nice cooling drink"
I knew that Jake would not be back from university until the following week whereas my own college had packed up for Summer a week earlier. The prospect of sharing a cool drink alone with her filled my head with a confusion of feelings. Would I do or say something stupid? Why was she inviting me back when Jake wasn't there, anyway?
I could see that her trolley wasn't that full. There wouldn't be a load to carry from the car. But despite my uncertainty I managed to say, "All right. Thank you."
All the way in the car I sat rigidly aware of her nearness, and the movement of her smooth knees and thighs, jutting from her brief Summer shorts as she drove. She spoke again of the unbearable heat at this time of year. "I'm showering four times a day."
I gave her a quick glance and imagined water streaming over that long golden hair and then down over those breasts. I stopped looking and clenched my hands over my groin.
She parked on her driveway and went to open the front door, her legs, long and golden tanned, jutting from the white shorts she wore.
I took her supermarket bags from the back seat, still thinking that she wouldn't have had much trouble handling them herself. However, when I reached the front door, she gave me that soul-wrecking smile as she reached to take the bags from me. "There are three big boxes in the boot, Danny. Would you put them in the garage please?"
Still unsure of what I was doing there, I opened the garage door, and when I lifted the trunk lid there were three large cardboard boxes. By the time I'd lifted the three out I was panting heavily and sweating like crazy even though I was only in T-shirt and shorts. Those boxes must have contained some kind of furniture pack because each one weighed a ton.
When I went up to the front door she smiled and confirmed that, indeed, the packs were a set of drawers she was going to put up in the garage. She handed me a glass, "Nice cool orange juice," she said. Then she added, "Oh, you are all sweated up. They were heavy, weren't they? I was lucky to find such a strong young man to help me" And her slender fingers ran from my elbow up to my shoulder. "So muscular." Breathing became difficult.
Her next suggestion had the sweat increasing all over my body, "Look I've got you in this state. Why don't you take a shower upstairs? I'll be taking one myself shortly."
I was so uncertain but was on the verge of refusing her offer when her hand closed over my arm. "Really I'd be glad of the company."
She wanted my company? And she'd touched me twice. Was that significant? In spite of the confusion of thoughts and inhibitions in my untutored mind I stepped inside and she pointed up the stairs. "It's second door on the left." I had been in the house often enough to know that already.
I decided to go through with this quickly. In the brightly tiled bathroom I stripped off and stepped into the large shower space. I set the water temperature so that it was refreshing without being too cold.
I had stood there relishing the flow for less that a minute when I jumped as the shower door opened. Through the water streaming over my face and eyes I saw Mrs Johansen smiling and totally naked, stepping in beside me. She was too close for me to see lower but her breasts were as rounded and high as I'd always thought, and as the water streamed through that golden hair and down just as I'd earlier imagined she said," No point in wasting water, is there?"
Nervous and not knowing where to look next, I kept my back half turned away as my cock had already jumped to at least half mast.
"Mrs Johansen---this--this isn't---I shouldn't--"
