Gordon had met Angela while they were studying together at their local College of Further Education. They both had plans to go on to University but Gordon had failed a couple of modules and would be unable to go up at the same time as Angela. Their love affair had progressed in the usual way from holding hands to kissing and then explorative fumbling and fondling. Uniquely for eighteen-year-olds they were both still virgins. Gordon naturally and urgently wanted to go all the way but Angela was uncertain. She allowed him considerable licence; letting him to remove her underclothes, fondle her breasts and poke his fingers into her vagina; but there it stopped. When he became ever more insistent she would toss him off to relieve his frustration. In due course after tender loving farewells Angela departed with protestations of undying love.
Nearly a week went by and Gordon heard nothing further from her. He was distraught. After a fortnight he could bear it no longer and called round to see her mother, Janet, to see if she had any news. Janet was a divorcee just the wrong side of forty but still an extremely attractive woman; not that Gordon had noticed. She was old enough to be his mother after all. Janet smiled at Gordon's intensity.
'Give her a chance, Gordon, there's a lot going on in her life, she's just finding her feet'.
'But I miss her so much', he replied.
Janet smiled again. Mother and daughter were very close; almost like sisters, and Angela had confided in her mother about Gordon's demands and her reluctance to loose her virginity.
'It's probably good that you are apart for a while. Things can become very intense when you are young. Just give it time. Haven't you got any other girlfriends'? She asked.
Gordon shook his head. Janet looked at him speculatively. Of course she knew exactly what he wanted. She had been divorced for two years now and was beginning to miss having a man in her life. Not that she wanted another husband; she valued her new found freedom too much. No, what she wanted now was sex without recriminations or commitment. Although he didn't know it, that was also exactly what Gordon needed. There was a convergence of needs and desires, a symbiotic inevitability.
'How old are you Gordon'? Janet asked.
'Eighteen', he said in some surprise.
'Look, I'm busy now', she replied, 'but would you like to come back this evening? Perhaps we could discuss it over a drin'.
'Well yes, alright', Gordon replied hesitantly.
'Just one more thing Gordon dear, let's keep our meeting private shall we. We don't want anyone getting the wrong idea do we'?
For a moment Gordon was puzzled by this request; she was looking him straight in the eye. Then he realised the significance of her remark and looked away in embarrassment before mumbling his assent.
****
That evening Gordon walked the short distance to Janet's house. It was dark so there was little likelihood of anyone seeing him. The front door was opened by Janet before he had an opportunity to knock.
'Hello Gordon, do come in'.
She led him in to the lounge. He stared at her in some confusion.
'Yes I know, the dress, it's one of Angela's. She told me how much you liked it'.
In truth it was his favourite of Angela's dresses. It had a central zip fastener which went all the way from the collar to the hem and when unzipped had allowed him unhindered access to her body. Norman was astonished that it appeared to fit Janet perfectly. For the first time he saw Janet as a woman, a very attractive woman.
'I'll just get you a drink, Norman and then you can tell me all about your problems'.
They sat opposite each other sipping their drinks. Or rather Janet sipped her drink while Norman gulped his down almost immediately. She smiled.
'I'll just fetch the bottle shall I'?
Having recharged Norman's glass, Janet sat down again and crossed her legs. Norman tried not to stare at her partially exposed thighs and stocking tops.
'So, how have you been getting on with Angela'?
'Oh, fine, Mrs Williams'.
'Do call me Janet, all my friends do'. She topped up his glass. 'You aren't driving are you'?
Norman was beginning to fell rather warm. He took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow.
'Why not take your coat off'. They stood up and she helped him out of his jacket. When he resumed his seat she sat down beside him.
''Well now Norman, now tell me all about your problems with Angela'.
'There was no problem Mrs err Janet', he replied nervously.
'Norman, you can be quite frank with me, Angela has already confided in me'.
'I err um, well, it's not important', he replied.
'Now don't be a silly boy. You wanted to have sex with her but she was unwilling to let you. Isn't that the case'?
Norman nodded dumbly.
'I suppose you know she's a virgin'?
Again he nodded.
'You have to give her time it always seems very big thing the first time for a woman'. Janet put her hand on his knee. 'Are you a virgin'?
'No! Well yes I am actually'.
'There's nothing to be embarrassed about. There has to be a first time for everyone'. She put her hand on his knee then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. 'I, on the other hand am definitely not a virgin'.
Janet began to slowly pull down the zip on her dress. Norman watched as her scarlet see-through bra slowly appeared. Down and down went the zip. A matching red suspender belt and bikini briefs were exposed. The zip reached the hem allowing her to open the dress.
'What do you think of that Norman'.
