My first real sexual experiences continue. To know who we are I suggest reading the first part of 'SO, WHAT NEXT?' first.
All characters are over 18.
On Sunday my mum shows up just as I'm getting breakfast. She looks a bit sheepish but very happy.
"Tell all! I can tell you did it." I say.
"Oh stuff, it's not all about sex. Yes, we did but I won't go into details, actually a few times. I don't think I got more than four hours sleep if that. Haven't had a night like that in a long time, if ever. However, it's just like riding a bicycle."
It took me a few seconds to process that.
"Do I know him?"
"Possibly, his name is Ben he works at the Library."
The only Ben I could think of was a tall hunk of a soft-spoken Jamaican in his forties with a quiet manner and a lovely smile. I look questioningly but don't say anything.
Mum blushes and says, "He's a lot of man, a year or two younger than me but I didn't think a man that age could be so...virile."
All I say is, "I'm happy for you," and I really am, but the truth is I am also jealous as hell.
After lunch Mum says, "You know there's still a bunch of your dad's stuff in the attic. Why don't you go through it? If there's anything meaningful to you, keep it, otherwise chuck everything. I'm ready to move on."
I'm delighted to hear this. It's been almost five years. That must have been some fuck last night.
In the attic I go through his things: a box of odd clothes including old socks and underwear, half a dozen fairly raunchy men's mags (I look at the pictures and think I might keep those at least the ones with impressive men's dicks in them), and an assortment of other stuff. I'm about to bin the lot except for two photos of me with him when I was four or five, and the mags, when I realize I'm looking at about two dozen Durex condoms. They're probably old from before mum went on the pill, but the wrappers look all right. Those I'll definitely keep. Can't trust that Jamie will have any.
It's 6:15 Wednesday morning and I wake up in bed thinking about things, a test at school, practice with the women's under-30s football this afternoon and Jamie Bryce. I've been thinking about him a lot. I don't think this is real love, more of a crush, but its becoming an obsession. Thinking about Jamie gets me thinking about his cock wondering how it would feel inside me. I want to lose my virginity before I go to Uni in the fall, and Jamie would be perfect. His cock seemed big, but not too big, I hope. If I'm meant to be able to squeeze a baby out it should be a problem. I could just about close my hand around it, and I guessed it was definitely less than two hands long although we were pretty much in the dark. Now I've got condoms we're set.
Practice is an hour beginning at 4:45 and towards the end I'm thrilled to see Jamie show up. He comes over and helps Allie and I collect all the gear, which included taking down the nets. On game days the park's people did that but on practices if we wanted the nets, it was on us. When we were done Allie said, "I've got to rush. I'll shower when I get home. Don't you two do anything silly?"
I can't imagine what she means by that.
"I'm going to shower," I say going into the locker room. He hesitates.
"Come in, everyone's gone ages ago," and he follows me in. Just to be sure I say, "Lock the door," and he does.
I enjoy taking off my clothes in front of him as he sits on one of the benches.
"Come on. Why don't you shower too?" and I just look at him until he undoes his belt and lets his jeans drop. He stands there in his Y-fronts as he takes off his shirt and vest. It's the first time I've seen him nearly naked, and his excitement is obvious as it strains against the fabric of his pants. He sits to shuck off his shoes and socks before standing again and letting it free as he bends and puts his pants on the bench.
It points at the sky, well the ceiling, and I am desperate to touch it. I step forward and he kisses me then puts his hands on my shoulders and I sink to my knees. It's clear what he wants. I've never done it, but now seems like a good time to give it a try. I shuffle closer take hold of it, and despite it being stiff I can bend it to my mouth. I lick the end of it then lick around it. Being tall I can take the end in my mouth, and I suck on it like a lollypop. I try to blow; they're called blow jobs, aren't they? But that doesn't work so I continue sucking.
Jamie is just saying, "Use your tongue!" when the door from the showers opens and the two lesbians come out still naked carrying their towels.
"Listen to him, don't mind us," one says, and so I grab his cock and pull him back to me.
"Nice cock you got there, Jamie," says the other. They continue to offer tips and encouragement. I don't think he's going to cum, although I'm finding it exciting.
"Come on, let's shower!" I say standing up and leading him by the hand, and add, "Goodnight, ladies! See you on Saturday."
I step into the shower but before joining me, Jamie says, "Fucking Hell! I know one of them, Mrs. Taylor; she's the one who called me by name."
"Well, I don't think she'll be telling anyone unless she wants it known that she's a les."
"But she's married, she's got kids. I've even babysat for them."
"Yes, well she maybe very happily married but swings both ways as they say."
I try to sound adult about it although in truth I had never quite believed things like this involved everyday people, people we know.
Meanwhile Jamie had stepped into the shower, and we washed each other, although he was dangling down now. After we dried and stepped back unto the locker room the women were gone. As we dressed, I said, "What do you want to do now?"
"I can't stay much longer. I didn't realize you had all that clean-up to do after the practice."
"Well thanks for helping. We're playing an away game on Saturday and will get back late."
"What are you doing tomorrow. We could get take-away and eat something at my place."
"Yeah, not tomorrow but if we could make it Friday, think I could manage it. I'll have to double-check my mum hasn't planned anything for me, I'll text you."
"Okay, Friday could work. I could come by and walk with you."
"I not ready to let my mum know I'm meeting a boy. She might go weird on me. Better she just thinks I'm going out with the girls."
Okay, you have my address, right. Let's say six-thirty. You okay if I get Chinese?"
"Brilliant!"
On Friday I walked over to his house and we watched television with Tom while we ate our take-away on trays. I was wearing a form-hugging jersey and a short skirt but not what my granny calls a 'pussy pelmet.' She never tires of telling me how they were all the rage in her day, 'sexual revolution' and all that. I saw Tom eyeing me I think he was trying to work out if I had any knickers on, the pervert. He is rather dishy though and his gaze is making me warm. I think he knows it; his parting words were, "If you can't be good, be careful."
"Piss off! was Jamie's response.
Now we're alone and we tidy away our plates. Do we want to finish our programme? Apparently not, because as we go back to the sitting room, I feel Jamie pull me towards him and kiss me. It's the first time we've kissed, I mean really kissed with our tongues in each other mouths and I put my hand on the front of his jeans where the message is being received. I know I'm getting it down there too. As I turn towards him his hands run over my jersey, and he's excited to realize there's nothing underneath it. I'm pretty sure Tom had figured that out. So, as I undo his belt, off comes my jersey and my breasts revel in the freedom. He drops his jeans and takes off his trainers and kicks the jeans away. Then still in his jumper, shirt and Y-fronts it's back to me and he pushes me back on the couch as his hands find my undies. Yes, of course I'm wearing a sensible pair under my short skirt, though apparently not for long as Jamie deftly slides them down my legs. Okay, I did raise my bum a bit, why be obstructionist.
He kneels in front of me as I spread my legs, and he chews on the hairs of my landing strip. Not especially arousing for me, but if he likes eating hair why not? His fingers part my lips and his tongue runs up my crit and sucks on the little man in the hood. Mine is quite large, I think. That's more like it. He continues to suck and lick the little man as he slips two fingers into my puss. He begins to slide them in and out and I'm loving it.
Suddenly he stops, stands up, drops his Y-fronts and moves in on me. Stil wearing his jumper, shirt and maybe a vest too, he pushes me further on to the couch and positions his cock right where his fingers were.
"Hold on!" I shout and reach for my bag. I pill out a Durex pack and say, "Use this!"
He says, "What the fuck, aren't you on the pill or something?"
I'm not but that isn't his business.
