How did I get myself into this situation? My goodness Debbie, this is so dangerous for your marriage. I'm going to motel on the other side of town to be with a new, high school virgin boy to have sex with. How crazy is that?
Well, I do know how I got this far. First, I had a sexual awakening with a young, handsome photographer at his studio while shooting some boudoir photos for my husband. It was mind-blowing sex unlike anything I'd experienced. Then, Richard, the photographer tricked me into having sex with his virgin, high school-age brother, Vincent. That experience with the young man taught me that when I get horny, I'll do things my friends would never suspect. In fact, I'm horny most of the time since my sexual awakening last month. I even had sex my hot neighbor. It's best you read the previous stories I've written to see how my life has changed.
Let me describe myself. I'm a thirty-five-year-old housewife. I jog and do yoga to keep fit. People say I'm attractive. Men hit on me often. I enjoy being feminine. My blonde hair falls to my shoulders. I'm medium height with a slim build. My husband, Jim, and I have been happily married for over twelve years. Before my love making with Richard, the very sexy photographer, I had no complaints about our sex life. Jim had been the only man I'd had sex with. Now, I realize just having no complaints doesn't mean I've had real pleasure. That's two very different ways of being. I have a great family life with two great kids and a successful husband. That, I don't want to change. But I'm driven to fulfill these new sexual appetites in secret. I know it's a sin, but I just can't stop and frankly don't want to.
The last time Vincent, the high school boy I've been teaching sex with, came over to my house, he surprised me by saying he wanted me to have sex with his best friend. He's a virgin like Vincent was before I had sex with him. I was shocked and tried to wriggle out of it. He implied, but not directly, that he might expose our relationship. Even without coming out and saying it, I knew that meant telling my husband. That of course would kill my marriage. I'm pretty sure, Vincent was bluffing because he wouldn't want to stop our sex sessions. But I love my husband so much and our great family life together, to risk it.
At the Motel Room
I chose this motel room because it was bigger than most. I didn't want just a bed and a bathroom. There's a small sitting area with a sofa and a small table with a couple of chairs beside the kitchenette. Not the Beverly Hills Hilton but not a shabby hook-up place either. It's on the ground floor with parking outside the door. As an added precaution, I got a room at the back of the building where my car can't be seen. I closed the drapes and put on the lights for maximum privacy. Of course, I paid cash when I checked in.
The first time I talked with Vincent's young friend on the phone a couple of days ago, he was very shy. This morning when he called for the address and room number of the motel, he seemed much more confident. The little brat even told me to wear a skirt and blouse. Of course, I agreed. I bought a cute, light pink panty and bra set with a shear see-though triangle of mesh at the crotch. You can easily see through to the camel-toe notch of my girlie parts. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I got a surge of adrenaline thinking about the sexual experience ahead. Sweet mother, I'm becoming such a tart. The only skirt I have is a plain black one that has a conservative hem down almost to my knees. The blouse is white satin with white, pearl buttons down the front. You can see my bra under it, slightly. It all looks a bit business-like, but a skirt is what the young man wants.
So, here I am, a grown married woman, at a motel room waiting for a young man, named Brent, to knock. I've been getting hornier by the minute visualizing him stripped down naked and fantasizing about touching his inexperienced young body. I know he'll remember this day for the rest of his life, losing his virginity. I certainly remember when I lost mine. I'll make his a great experience. But, dammit, I'll make it a great life-long experience to remember for me too. Fair's fair. This is 2018.
Brent's viewpoint.
Wow, I can't believe this is really going to happen. I'm going to have sex with a real woman. And she is such a babe. Vinny gave me some nude photos of her that he took at his brother's studio. My god, I've been stoking off to them for weeks. She even agreed to wearing a blouse and skirt just like my hot English teacher.
I'm eighteen and still a fucking virgin and going to college in the fall. What a downer. But after today that's history thanks to my best friend Vinny.
Here I am at the door to room 10. It's on the ground floor. The big window in the front has the drapes pulled shut. I can't see in. I hope she's in there. What a crusher if she backed out. But Vinny says she's hot for sex with young guys. What the fuck, here goes.
Debbie's viewpoint.
There's the knock at the door. My heart just jumped. Sounds a bit weak. I bet he's a bit panicky like when I lost my virginity.
"Hi Brent. Come on in."
He steps through the doorway. I close the door. He looks down shyly and says sweetly, "Hello, Mrs. Leonard."
While he's looking down, I'll check him out. Thank goodness he's tall. I was worried he'd be tiny. That would have been kinky. He's in a blue button-up long sleeve shirt with dark slacks. That's so sweet. By not wearing teen blue jeans, he's trying to look older. He's slim built with a pleasant looking face of a nerd. Not a lot of need to shave. That's quite fine. I didn't want to wrestle with a testosterone-fueled football jock. He has his hands clasped in front of his pants, so I can't see his package.
"Come sit in this chair at the table, Brent. Let's get to know each other a bit. And don't call me Mrs. Leonard. I'm Debbie. Okay?"
"Sure, Okay... Debbie."
Brent
Fuck, I wish I wasn't so nervous. But she is so hot, even hotter than her pictures. I can smell her flowery perfume across the table. My dick has shrunk to nothing. Oh fuck, will I be able to get it up? I shouldn't be nervous. She even wore the skirt I asked. She wants it. I'll keep saying that to myself. She wants it. She wants it.
Debbie
My word, he's such a bundle of nerves. Better help him out. Relax him.
"Brent, give me your hand." He slides his hand across the table, palm down. I put mine over it and look over at him. Gradually he looks up into my eyes.
I smile and say, "Your hand's a bit cold. You know what they say, "Cold hands, warm heart." That should convey the right message to his foggy, teen brain. Good , he just gave a smile of recognition.
"Tell me a bit about yourself, Brent. Interests, hobbies, girlfriends, that kind of thing."
"Sure, okay. I'm kind of interested in films and movies. That's how Vinny and I became friends, taking a film studies course. I want to be a director someday. I don't have a girlfriend. I've never really hung out with girls too much. I lined up Amanda to go to the prom but that's because we live on the same block and she needed a prom date too. But I'm not gay. No way. Not that there's anything wrong with that."
"Well Brent, you sound like an interesting person." He breaks into a big smile. "By the way, why did you ask me to wear a blouse and dress? I'm curious." He looks down shyly at our hands, still joined. "No, really, no problem, I'd just like to know."
A big pink blush lights up his cheeks. "Well, to tell you the truth, I've got a crush on for my English teacher who wears a blouse and skirt most days. But, you're much hotter than her."
"Thanks, Brett. That's so nice of you to say. I just bet you think about her when you're masturbating in your room at night." He freezes and then nods, yes. "That's perfectly normal Brent. Sometimes, I pleasure myself when I get horny. It's all perfectly normal."
I stand up. "Brett, turn your chair a bit so you can look at me. That's right, just sit like that."
Brent
She faces me with her hands joined behind her back. Jeez, she is fucking incredible, standing there in the sexy blouse and skirt. I can hardly breathe.
