Losing His Virginity 2

The year was 1979. In many ways, the Seventies were simpler times compared to the world we live in today, but that doesn't mean they were boring. It was an exciting time; a time of change, conflict, and innovation. There were conflicts and coups around the world, we saw major advances in computing, and the women's liberation movement that started in the Sixties continued. There was the Oil Embargo, the internet and email were new, invented as tools for scientists. The United States celebrated its bicentennial.

Michael had turned eighteen in the early spring, and a few months later he graduated high school. As a young man coming of age in the late Seventies, Michael fully embraced what that meant. Women were expressing themselves in ways they never had before. Many were no longer the meek housewife, they wanted careers of their own. They also expressed themselves through fashion. A great deal of the women's fashion caused him to have a perpetual boner. The cause was not just the women his age, who had grown up within many of the societal changes, but also those who were a decade or two older and were now experimenting with what it meant to be a woman in this new era.

One day, not long after Michael's graduation, a house in his neighborhood with a FOR SALE sign in the yard for months now had a SOLD sticker slapped across it at an angle. Michael kept an eye on the house with great interest, daydreaming about who might move into the home. Would it be a family with a gorgeous daughter his age? Maybe it would be a ripe, newly minted bride who liked to sun herself in the tiny bikinis that were becoming so popular. Whatever the case, Michael was looking forward to the summer, regardless of who the new neighbors were. He figured that worst-case he'd be helping his Dad put up a privacy fence along the property line if they were loud or rude.

A week or so after the SOLD sticker appeared, Michael noticed a moving van at the house. Standing at the patio door of his parent's house he could just see the front of the truck parked in the driveway. Through the windows of the home, he could see a flurry of activity as the contents were unloaded and carried in. At one point the back door opened. That's the moment that the late seventies brought her to him. Soon, he would learn her name—Norma.

She was average height and thin, and unlike most of the long blown-out hairstyles so popular, her rich auburn hair was cut short, in a style reminiscent of Goldie Hawn's hairstyle on Laugh-In. A thin nose graced Norma's heart-shaped face. She had high cheekbones and thin, wide lips. She was dressed in jeans and a loose T-shirt when she first appeared.

She saw Michael and waived, then began crossing the grassy median between their houses. As she approached, he could tell she wore little makeup, and her nails were natural. As she stepped onto the patio he slid the door open. She extended her hand and smiled.

"Hello, I'm Norma. I'm your new neighbor, though I suppose you've already guessed that."

She had eyes the color of milk chocolate, pearl-white teeth, and dimples. A slight breeze carried a floral scent and Michael immediately recognized it—Charlie. All the high school girls were crazy over it. He took her hand, and her long, thin fingers curled around his hand. Michael's testosterone-sotted mind briefly imagined them wrapped around his turgid shaft, which was growing by the moment. Lost briefly in his thoughts, he stood there quietly taking her in. She was a stone fox, and though Michael had found himself attracted to older women, he never met one this much older that he found so attractive.

"What's your name?" she asked, interrupting his lustful thoughts.

"Um…uh…" was all Michael could muster.

She stepped a little closer, still holding his hand, and looked into his eyes. Michael felt as if those brown eyes were looking into his soul.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" When she initially greeted him her voice was light and feminine, but now it was husky and breathless.

"I need to know your name so that I know who to ask for when I need help arranging all of my furniture and hanging photos."

"Michael," he finally managed to croak.

"Well, Michael. Are your parents home? I'd like to meet them," she asked as she looked over his shoulder into the house.

"Yeah, um, my mom is home. Come in and I'll get her."

She stepped into the house and Michael noticed her shoes, a pair of black Vans #95s. They were small, even for a woman. Compared to his size 12 Nikes they were diminutive, maybe a size six? With the both of them standing on the same level now, he noticed she was several inches shorter than him.

Michael left her standing at the door while he retrieved his Mom from the laundry room. She greeted the new neighbor and they sat at the kitchen table. His mom told him to get them both a Coke from the refrigerator. Michael popped the caps off the bottles, sat them on the table, and went to the living room. He could hear their conversation as he sat on the end of the sofa out of their view, pretending to read a book.

Norma explained that she had just moved here from a small town in the Midwest. She was excited about moving to the suburbs of a large city. She told his Mom that she was thirty-two and recently divorced. Norma and Michael's mom chatted for nearly an hour before Norma excused herself for taking up so much time. They exchanged phone numbers, and he heard her ask his mom if he might be available to help her get the house set up. Being neighborly, his mom agreed that he could assist whenever she needed. "Michael is a great handyman, he helps out all around the neighborhood. Whatever you need, just ask. Maybe he should mow your lawn as well," his mom said.

"See you later, Michael," Norma called out as she stood to leave.

See you later, my sweet Norma,

he wanted to say but kept his thoughts to himself. That night in bed Michael stroked himself while he replayed the vision of Norma in his mind and imagined seeing her naked. Eventually, he pumped his load into a handful of tissues.

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The next morning, Norma called. Michael's mother spoke briefly to her, then walked to Michael's room.

"Norma would like to paint several rooms before arranging her furniture. She's willing to pay whatever you deem reasonable. You interested?"

"Heck yeah!" Michael exclaimed as he quickly rose off his bed.

"She said that you can come whenever. She's just unboxing the kitchen."

"I'll grab my tape measure and head over. I can estimate how much paint she will need, then she can buy it whenever she wants."

"Don't be late for lunch," his mom called after him as he headed outside, the screen door banging in his wake.

This is too good. An opportunity to spend time with our sexy new neighbor is just what I need!

he thought.

Arriving at Norma's, he knocked on the door. A moment later, she answered, and the air was sucked out of Michael's lungs. She stood before him in a tight pair of hip-hugger jeans, a midriff-baring bustier top, and a pair of strappy heels.

"Oh! Hello, Michael! I didn't expect you so soon. You must be excited to satisfy my needs," she said with a wink. "I was just going to town to find a paint store to start looking at colors."

Michael felt his face flush, but quickly came to his senses and started breathing again.

"I could measure your rooms and go with you if that's okay. With the measurements, I could estimate how much paint you'll need and you can buy it while we're there."

"That sounds wonderful," she responded. "Come in, I'll show you around."

He followed her into the house, his eyes glued to her curvy bottom encased in dark denim. He set about measuring each room and by the time they finished, she'd decided to paint the entire interior. Also, by the time they'd finished, he had a raging boner. Good thing he'd worn jeans shorts, they at least provided some restraint for his boner.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Okay, but I need to let my mom know I won't be coming home for lunch."

"You do that, dear. The phone is over there on the wall."

Norma drove and Michael directed her to the local paint store. At first, Norma was overwhelmed by the sheer number of options. Michael remembered having a similar reaction his first time in the paint store with his mom. He told Norma that the best way to narrow down the choices was to consider the decor of the room, the big pieces that she would not be changing, and then take some of the color samples home with her to help make the final decision. After about half an hour, they left the store with a handful of samples.

Afterward, they stopped at a local drive-in for lunch. One of the car-hops quickly approached to take their order. While they waited for their food, they laid the paint samples on the bench seat between them and talked about what furniture and artwork would be going in each room. As they passed the samples between themselves, Michael swore that Norma let her touch linger on his fingers, not that he minded. They continued their discussion as they sat in the car and ate lunch. Norma remarked about how good the food was, and Michael told her it was the best place in town to grab a quick bite, much better than the fast-food chain restaurants.

Norma and Michael finished their food and drove back to her house. She had made tentative decisions on the colors, and once inside she compared the color samples to the decor items for each room. A few altered decisions later, and she was done. Michael wrote down the color numbers and next to each the number of gallons she would need. He added the supplies he'd need—roller covers, plastic drop cloths, and other items he didn't have at home—then handed her the paper.

"Let me know when I can start!" he quipped as she took the paper from his hand. Her fingertips lightly brushed his palm and the contact drew a shiver.

"I'll get these items tomorrow morning, can you start after lunch? I'd like to start getting settled in. My bedroom needs to be painted first, sleeping on the sofa isn't my idea of a good night's rest. I took the week off work, so maybe I can help and we'll get it done quickly?"

"I absolutely can, and yes, with you helping we'll be done in no time," Michael said with a smile. "I'll see you then."

"Thank you, Michael, for everything," Norma said, her voice growing husky again.

Michael stepped out the kitchen door and walked toward his parent's house. It was still early, and he needed to mow the lawn before his dad got home. Michael changed into an old pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. As he pushed the mower across the lawn, he couldn't stop thinking about Norma, and the longer he thought, the harder his dick became. He had hoped that the effort of mowing would get Norma off his mind, but he was wrong. He'd never mowed with a hard-on before and found it to be quite uncomfortable. He hoped his mom didn't notice. By the time he finished his dick was aching for release, so when he put the mower away in the garage he grabbed a shop towel and leaned against the side of his mom's car. He took out his dick, laid his head back, closed his eyes, and imagined Norma on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. As he teased his glans with his fingertips, he imaged her lips wrapped around his crown, and the tip of her tongue laving his precum from his slit. Michael had never had a blow job, in fact, he had never been with a girl—he was a virgin.

All through school, he had been one of the nerdy kids, painfully shy and introverted. Girls never gave him a second look until his senior year when he emerged from puberty with clear skin and a muscular physique. But all the girls could remember was the old Michael, and his old nerdy, introverted self was still there, trapped in the new body he had no idea what to do with. Michael knew his only hope of losing his virginity would be with college girls who didn't know the old Michael—if he could only overcome his shyness.

Norma watched her young neighbor as he pushed the mower across his parent's lawn. The first time she'd met him, there at his parent's back door, she'd felt a tingle when he shook her hand. Then when she looked into his blue eyes she felt herself growing wet.

This is wrong, but he's so damn adorable

, she had thought to herself. She hadn't been touched by a man in over a year, ever since she kicked her cheating husband out of their house, and she had felt Michael's admiring gaze when they first met. Now, standing at her kitchen window and watching him work, she swore she could see a bulge in the front of his gym shorts. Those shorts were one 70's fashion trend that she truly admired—tight short-shorts for men. They looked particularly attractive on Michael's lean, muscular build. By the time Michael finished the backyard, Norma had a hand on herself, rubbing over her clit through her jeans. Her nipples poked hard against the inside of her top. Before Michael shut off the mower, her body shook, and she moaned his name.

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The next morning, Norma rose early and was at the paint store when it opened. She placed her order and waited while the clerk mixed the colors. She had the list of supplies that Michael had given her and the clerk helped her with that as well. Once she paid, he helped her load her purchases in her car.

Around 1:00, Michael arrived as promised. He unloaded her car and placed the paint cans in the appropriate rooms to save himself from sorting through the cans later. Norma walked through the house and confirmed the colors were in the correct rooms. Michael got started in the primary bedroom as Norma stepped into the bathroom to change. Earlier she'd been dressed for going to town, but now she needed to change into some clothes that getting some paint on wouldn't matter. She slipped out of her button-down shirt and jeans and put on a pair of old shorts and a Rolling Stones T-shirt that was probably ten years old. Michael paused to admire her when she reentered the bedroom, and she felt the heat of his gaze. A wave of warmth passed over her as she blushed.

"I opened a can of the trim paint for you," he said, pointing at the can of white paint sitting in the corner with a brush lying on top.

"I'll get right on it!" Norma chirped with a huge smile on her face.

The two of them soon settled into a rhythm, each their own, and quickly made progress. Norma started with the trim around the window and doors. Michael was on the ladder trimming along the top of the walls. He couldn't help but watch her bottom move as she painted, first reaching high and then leaning low. When she dropped to her knees to paint the baseboards, Michael let out a gasp. Norma heard him and smiled to herself, then made sure to point her bottom at the young man. Her position resulted in her shorts pulling tight over her firm, round bottom. All of this caused Michael's dick to grow uncomfortable in his shorts. Within a little more than an hour, they finished the room and stood next to each other in the center as they admired their work.

"Looks nice," Norma said, gazing around the room.

Michael was on the ladder, and from where Norma was standing, she was at eye level with his boner. She admired the bulge in his shorts, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. The room had fallen quiet, and Michael looked down to see her admiring his boner. The realization made his heart race and his bulge swell.

"Um, you made good color choices," Michael commented, breaking the silence.

"Uh, thank you. Do you think we can get another room done today?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.

She noticed a few speckles of paint on his face and hair, and she giggled as she touched them.

"You have some of your work on you."

"It'll wash," he blushed, enjoying her gentle touch. "We could probably knock out your private bathroom quickly enough, maybe get a good start on the second bedroom."

"Let's do that, and then I'll treat you to dinner. Is pizza okay?"

"Only if it's from Pizza Pantry!" he laughed. "The best pizza in town, and they deliver."

"Sounds good. Let's paint what we can and then I'll order. Why don't you call your mom and tell her you'll be late."

Michael called his mom while Norma opened the bathroom paint cans and again started on the trim. It took over an hour to finish, owing to the amount of trim where the cabinetry, toilet, and tub surround met the walls. Just like with the bedroom, they stood together in the small space and admired their work when they'd finished.

"Looks great, but I'm noticing a lot of paint smell. It's giving me a bit of a headache," she noted.

"If you have a box fan, we can set it in the bedroom window to draw out the smell if we open the kitchen window to let fresh air in."

They set up the fan, and it wasn't long before the odor was significantly reduced. Moving on to the second bedroom, they began painting, and by the time they finished, both of their stomachs were growling. Norma ordered pizza while Michael used the guest bath to clean up.

"I've ordered pizza," she told him when he emerged, "but they're busy tonight. It will be another thirty minutes. Do you mind if I shower while we wait? I've put money on the kitchen counter to pay for it."

The thought of her naked in the shower while he was in the house caused him to blush and his dick to stir. Thankfully, his face was already pink from scrubbing the paint droplets off his skin, or she would have noticed the flush of his skin at the thought of her naked.

"That's fine," he said.

Norma disappeared into the bathroom, and he heard the shower turn on, then, about ten minutes later, it turned off. After a bit, he heard her blow dryer running. Just as the doorbell rang, signaling the pizza had arrived, he also heard the bathroom door open. Norma stepped out, and he froze in his tracks. She stood in the hallway in a short satin robe with a pair of furry open-toe slippers on her feet. His gaze moved slowly up her body, and he could faintly make out small bumps where her nipples pressed against the fabric.

"Shouldn't you answer the door?" she said with a smile.

"Um, uh—yeah, yes I should," he stuttered.

While Michael took care of the pizza delivery guy, Norma waited in the hallway. Once Michael closed the door, she emerged and dug through one of the boxes for clean clothes.

"Sorry, I should have done this before I showered," she said, bending over to reach into a dresser drawer for a pair of panties. "You probably don't want to see an old lady in her shorty robe."

Michael just stood there, transfixed at the sight of her. She smiled, then returned to the bathroom. When she re-emerged, she wore a tight pair of denim short-shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Michael felt his dick stirring again as his eyes roamed her figure while she gathered plates and placed two slices of pizza on each. When she turned to carry the plates to the table where Michael sat, he could see her nipples pressing against the cotton fabric and faintly make out the dark circles of her areola.

Over their dinner, they talked about where she came from—a tiny town where everyone knew your business. Michael shared with her about the best places to eat, shop, and find entertainment in her new town. He shared his—attending State on a full-ride scholarship for engineering. He managed to keep his eyes off her breasts, except when she finished her pizza, and leaned back with a groan, stating how delicious it was. At that point, her nipples were pointing nearly vertically, and all Michael could think of was how they were pointing toward heaven.

He helped her clean up and put away the leftovers before excusing himself for the evening. He promised to be back the next morning at 9 am. At the door, Norma hugged him and thanked him with a soft kiss on his cheek and a tight hug. He nearly creamed his pants. That night in bed, he again stroked himself while he recalled her in her tight shorts, with her nipples barely covered. He closed his eyes and let images flow through his mind. The slight bounce of her firm tits, the sway of her perfect ass. Before long he was fantasizing about how her perfect ass would bounce if he could plow into her from behind. How he could roll her over onto her back, and watch her firm tits jiggle when he thrust deep into her. The way he'd hold himself above her and fuck her as hard as he could. The way her beautiful face would contort with passion, her cheeks pink and her mouth open as she moaned his name and came undone on his invading shaft.