For all eighteen years it has been William. My mother and Father always called me William. Even in school my friends throughout high school called me William. My girlfriends have always called me William. Even my best friend Dennis calls me William. No one has ever called me Bill. Well almost every one and that is what this story is all about. How I became a Bill.
My family has lived on Latterman Road for as long as I can remember. We have three acres and my grandparents lived next to us and they owned nearly ten acres. Grandpa died and Grandma went off to live in a home for old people and that my friends is how Mrs. Wilda Sparks came to own the property next to my family and of course me.
I had graduated in May, college did not start until September so I was looking forward to a summer of swimming and goofing off with my friends. Little did I know that a sixty-five year old woman would change my life so dramatically? Little did I know that I was about to go to school all summer long. The school of life was about to begin and I was going to be the start student. As it turned out not the only student but the star or so I was told by my new neighbor the dear Mrs. Wilda Sparks.
The moving van was hardly down the road before a five foot six tall lady came walking across the pasture to ring the bell on our gate at the property line.
I was in the barn working and so being close to the gate where she stood with her hand on the bell rope I was the first to greet and meet our new neighbor.
My hair was all tossed and in a state of fly away styling. I was sweating heavily even without a shirt. My cut offs hung well down on my hips and it never occurred to me that this older lady would think anything about a boy, let me correct that; a young man of my tender eighteen years. However I was about to find out just how wrong I was.
The sun was behind her and it cut through her summer dress as easily as a hot knife through butter. I could see her legs out lined through the sheer material. I could see the space at her crotch where her thighs did not touch. She was not fat but she did have the nice round figure that comes with age to women. Her blouse was thin also and the out lines of twin breast of generous proportion were revealed to my wandering eyes.
As I covered the fifty feet to the gate I had time to let my eyes wander fully over her figure and lovely face. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun with a clip to hold it in place. Her face was pretty and even with a few wrinkles that come with age she was a beautiful women. Before I got to the gate my eyes returned to her bosom and those large round breasts met my eyes and my approval. I smiled.
"Hello." I said
She opened the gate and stepped through to greet me with a hand held out. Our eyes met and she held my sweaty hand in both her hands and said in nearly a whispered voice. "Hello I am your new neighbor Wilda Sparks. "Thought I would come over and say Hi before I got busy unpacking."
I let her hold my hand and said "I am William Palmer, you bought my Grandparents place. My Mom and Dad are away today but if you would care for a cold drink come on up to the house and we can get out of this sun."
"Do they call you Bill?" she asked as we turned to walk side by side toward the house.
It was hard for a young guy like me to not allow my eyes to drop to the quivering cleavage of her size 40 DD's. She caught my eyes following her bouncing breast and gave me an open wide smile. I then noticed how wide her mouth was and for the first time in my life I thought also how kissable a mouth it was. As an after thought I thought "I bet she could suck a cock with the best of them."
She took a cool glass of ice tea from my hand. Bending over slightly I took another look at those great tits. I could tell she was proud of her fine big tits and I could not blame her after all they were a couple of beauties. I kind of let her know I liked the view by smiling and letting my eyes kind of float slowly between her eyes and the breasts. There was no doubt about what I was dong or that she was pleased at my boyish attempt to flirt with this older lady.
"William when will your parents be home so I can meet them?" She asked. I noted a slight change in her voice a kind of low sweet mellow sound that said something I was not old enough to fully understand.
"Not until late tonight or maybe not until early tomorrow morning." I said in a voice that stammered and lost volume as she looked into my eyes.
I thought for sure she could read my thoughts. Maybe she even noticed the swelling in my cut offs and or red my face was. The redness was not sun burn. But as I leaned back with my ass resting against the counter by the sink my cock shook and pushed hard to show off.
As I had done to her she did back to me. She let her eyes look into my eyes and then let then drop to my swollen fly and back up a few times before we both smiled and knew just what we were going to do.
"William" she said "You look like a strong young man. Would you like to come over to my place and help me move some boxes up stairs for me? I'll pay you of course for your time and labor."
I followed behind her on the walk across the field to her place. I had to notice how her hips moved in a crazy swaying motion with a little bounce before they swung back the other direction. I thought "Nice ass. Hell it was more like; nice fucking ass." I thought of the one and only time in my short life, my short sex life that I had been allowed to stick my cock up an anal channel. Or in other words I had once and only once gotten a real piece of ass. I had fucked Karen Barr in the ass one night after a football game.
