"Stephen takes me bare back"
Stephen, Jim and I fell into a nice routine in the week following Stacy's visit. Stephen seemed to be over his discomfort in Jim's presence. Whatever guilt or jealousy he had been feeling initially, it seemed to have dissipated. I would have to credit Stacey for that. Stephen no longer felt any basis for jealousy after my dear friend took him on a tour up her backside. (A fact that I was not happy about, and was still struggling to come to grips with, I must admit.)
Jim was still fixated on creating a scenario where he and Stephen could double team me. But from my perspective, that seemed unlikely to happen.
And Stephen believed that he had fallen even more deeply in love with me. He was absolutely smitten with his older woman. His libido and stamina were of mythical proportions.
And I was reveling in the increased attention of my two men. While I certainly enjoyed the physical aspects of my current situation, the emotional aspects left me feeling more desirable, sexier, and more loved than I can ever remember. Stacey was right about one thing, every woman needed a teenage lover!
I had not spoken to Stacey since she left last Saturday afternoon. I also knew that my friendship with Stacey would continue, and that my little jealous fit that I was throwing internally was childish and unfair to her. After all, I called her and invited her to come back to my house to 'play with Stephen'. I had no right to be irritated or upset with her. I knew that I would get over it soon.
As I had promised Stephen, on Monday, I visited my OB-GYN to get a prescription for birth control pills. Stephen's and my 'activity' had become regular enough that it was time to move past depending on a condom as a barrier. I wanted him to be able to take me without the awkward inconvenience of a latex sheathe. I wanted his seed inside me.
Stephen knew that Thursday was the magic day, three days after I started on the pill. He knew that tonight he would (might?) be allowed to enter me without protection. I do not know which of us was more excited by the prospect of this increased level of intimacy.
When Thursday rolled around, Stephen raced home and found me in the kitchen. He arrived home an hour earlier than expected. I later learned that he had told his basketball coach he was feeling ill, and got dismissed from practice early. This was a ploy that we had agreed he would not do. I would have to deal with his truancy later.
I had just arrived home from a luncheon at the country club. Today was Thursday, February 7, 2013, a date I will never forget; a beautiful day to remember for several reasons.
The weather in Houston was unusually warm and mild for February on this day. I was wearing a blue, halter-type, print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below my knees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing or inappropriate.
I admit I had developed a slightly different attitude over the past few weeks; and it was affecting how I felt, and how I dressed. I had been feeling particularly sexy since Stephen entered my life. Today I wore dress boots that came up above my calf (just below my knee). They had 3" heels. Jim called these boots my 'FMBs', or fuck me boots.
Normally, I would not wear boots to a luncheon at the country club, but the high heels just fit with the way I was feeling: sexy and more desirable! These were not spiked heels, but they did add several inches to my rather petite (short) frame, but they make standing for extended period of time somewhat uncomfortable. But they did make my ass look wonderful.
I was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up the previous night's dishes when Stephen arrived home. There was a large bay window over the sink. The window overlooked the front lawn and the street in front of our home. I saw Stephen walking up the driveway and felt a slight quickening of my pulse knowing my young lover was home.
I often enjoyed looking out, watching the people who walked or jogged by as I stood at the kitchen sink. The passers-by often looked in and waved a friendly 'hello' as I stood at the window. I enjoy the view and the people watching.
Stephen came up behind me, hugged me and reached around and caressed my breast. My nipple hardened immediately to his touch. I worried that anyone looking in from the street could see this young man feeling me up. But with my hands wet and covered with soap suds, I could not easily push his hand away.
"Stephen, don't. There are people out on the street who can see in here."
But Stephen was not deterred. He continued to tease my nipple despite the fact anyone looking in from the street could witness him fondling me. There was something in his demeanor that was different, a bit unusual. Stephen had a confident swagger, almost cocky. He was sporting a smirk that had me a bit confused. Yet, I found his new assertiveness strangely appealing.
He slowly spun me around to face him, and kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection growing against my abdomen as I stretched up my arms around his neck to return his kisses. I was still concerned that anyone on the street could see this teenager kissing me, but in some strange way, the danger of being seen was arousing me.
Stephen broke off our kiss and then knelt down directly in front of me. Kneeling in front of me, he began to reach up under my dress. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, "What are you doing?"
