Lessons in Love

What a day.." I thought to myself as I entered the bookstore in search of a much needed respite from the day’s hectic activity.

Too many conference calls, emails to answer and status reports to prepare had put me in a foul mood by producing a gargantuan headache by day’s end. I looked forward to a quiet evening with a good book to take me away from the hustle and bustle of the day.

The crisp coffee scented air of the bookstore greeted me as I entered the lobby of the store, and my mood improved considerably. Heading into the store, I rounded a corner toward the "Non-Fiction" area.

A woman with a mission, I immediately eyed a book that looked interesting and reached upward to grab it without taking notice of anyone in my path.

That’s when another hand grabbed the same book. My hand instinctively flew up in the air, causing three other books to fly off of the shelf and hit a young man squarely on the head.

"Ouch" he mumbled.

"Oh my goodness….I’m SO sorry" I replied, reaching for the books as they now lay on the floor.

The handsome young man I’ve assaulted picked his head up, rubbed the top of it with his hand and smiled shyly.

"I think I’ll be okay" he said

"I really am sorry, I wasn’t paying enough attention to anyone around me" I gush, embarrassed.

‘Here" he said, as he handed me the book.

"You have great taste in books" he added.

"No, it’s okay, you can take it" I answered, looking down at my shoes.

"No, really, take it." He insisted.

"Thanks." I replied quietly, reaching for the book as he placed it in my hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked, as he looked down at my shoes as well.

"Now that’s funny. I hit YOU on the head with some books and you’re asking me if I’M ok", I laughed.

"Well" he says…It was either that, or I was about to ask you if there was something wrong with your shoes!" he laughed.

Somewhat relieved, I look up at him and laughed as well. I started to relax, the day’s earlier woes forgotten.

His smile was sincere, his eyes revealed a spark that lifted me out of my dull mood.

I studied his face, his frame. He was in is mid twenties, but seemed to possess an "old" soul.

We made an immediate connection.

"You know, if you like that book" he continued, "there’s another one in the same genre you may be interested in" he said as his fingers traced the edges of the books on the shelf in search of the new book, his animated manner revealing his enthusiasm in reading.

He perused the shelf looking first on the top shelves, then kneeled while searching the bottom.

"Ah, here it is" he announced as he pulled the book from the bottom shelf. We began chatting casually about the books as he pointed out sections and chapters of note and interest. He stopped for a minute, and looked at me.

"I’m sorry—how rude of me—I didn’t introduce myself" he said, with a serious look on his face.

"My name is Jake" he continued as he handed me his hand for a shake.

I took his hand and told him my name. As he held my hand, he winked at me.

I instantly turned ten shades of red.

I could not imagine why a handsome young man would want to flirt with me, a forty something career woman.

Jake led me to one book after another, his passion for reading apparent in the enthusiasm he demonstrated when pointing out the highlights of a particular book or author.

Soon we found ourselves in the bookstore café, sipping ice teas with scores of books scattered around and about the table between us.

He was interesting, funny and gave me all of his attention as we conversed about the literature before us and eventually other topics as well.

Jake informed me that he had just moved into town and knew few people.

I offered to show him around a bit and give him tips on how to survive our town, specifically how to deal with the traffic! I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call me if he needed help with anything at all, or if he simply needed someone to talk to.

We both left the store and headed to our respective homes. He phoned me regularly and we chatted for what seemed like hours on end.

Before long, we were friends.

One particular day, during a dreaded conference call at work, my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number right away, but I answered the call anyway, glad for the diversion in the middle of the boring meeting.

"Hi" came the voice on the other end. It was Jake.

"I don’t know how to ask you this" he went on.

"But I’m all alone tonight and thought it would be nice if we could chat. I have some new books I’d love to show with you"

I could hear a definite tone of loneliness in his voice.

"Poor guy" I thought to myself. "He’s all alone in a strange city".

"Sure" I replied cheerfully. "what time, and where?" I queried.

"How about around 7 pm, at my place---that is if you don’t mind the mess over here" he giggled.

"No problem" I replied. I took down the address with shaking hands.

Jake greeted me at the door, apologizing for the appearance of the apartment. To be sure, you could tell that a twenty-something male lived there. He had tried to tidy it up a bit, in the typical manner of a person his age. The remnants of last night’s pizza and empty soda cans an all too familiar reminder.

I spied the newest additions to his library as they lay on his sofa. Walking over to the sofa, I picked up a book and flipped through it casually.

Jake came up behind me and looked over my shoulder as I scanned the pages.

He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck and smell his intoxicating cologne. I momentarily became lightheaded and closed my eyes to regain my composure.

His hand touched my elbow gently.

I tried to concentrate on the words in the book, but they were beginning to blur into blotches on the page.

He leaned up against me, playfully as I continued to "read" the book.

He sniffs my hair and says "mmmm….your hair smells good."

"Jake, stop it" I joked. "I’m trying to read here…" I went on.

He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck, and I felt a shiver go down my spine, and almost lost my balance.

I sat down quickly.

Jake laughed, a wicked grin on his face.

"You’re turning red…" he informed me.

I shot him a look. "What have you had to drink??" I asked him playfully.

"just a coke." He replied.

"What was IN the coke??" I jibed at him.

Jake smiled and sat next to me on the sofa. He picked up one of the books and started to turn the pages.

"Look at this" he said as he pointed to a photo in the book,

I fell for the bait, and moved closer to him to get a gander at the page.

Jake wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth and I moaned unexpectedly. He slid his hand up to touch my breast. I pushed it away. My nipples became hard, but I didn’t want Jake to know it.

He continued his pursuit to caress them, refusing to give up so easily.

"I need you to show me what you know…" Jake whispered into my ear.

I tried to pull away quickly.

"What do you mean?" I snapped back.

"Teach me…." he chided.

"Teach you what??? What is it you need to learn?" I asked confused, heart pounding.

I could see the need in his eyes, and it became abundantly clear what type of "lesson" he was referring to.

"Jake, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea" I rationalized.

"It’s a perfectly good idea" he stated serenely.

His eyes never left mine, they were pleading.

He kissed me passionately again, pulling me into his embrace completely.

It did feel good to be in his arms.

I returned his kisses, taking the more aggressive role as he had sought. My tongue swirled in his mouth, my hands roamed his back, neck and shoulders.

Jake moaned in response to my caresses. I pushed him back onto the sofa and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He helped me untuck it from his jeans and I pulled it off of him and let it fall to the floor.

I untucked his T-shirt from his jeans as well, and ran my hands up under it, feeling his skin and chest hairs against my fingertips and palms.

I laid my upper body on top of him as I kissed him, darting my tongue into his mouth, then traced my lips across his lips, chin, neck and down toward his chest.

He let me remove his T-shirt from his body as I kissed my way down from his neck, down his chest and past his firm abdomen. He wiggled underneath my mouth and tongue, his hands firmly planted in my hair, running his fingers through it as I pleasured him.

Jake gently took my hand and placed it into his lap. I removed my hand quickly.

He placed it back into his lap, directly onto the growing bulge under his jeans.

"Please….." he whispered hoarsely.

My hand dropped to his lap as he kissed me and fondled my breasts. I unzipped his pants and put my hand inside. He started to unbutton my blouse, as my hand wrapped around his rod. I moved it slowly and deliberately.

Jake moaned lightly as I slowly and gingerly stroked his manhood to attention.

My hand continued to move slowly as he kissed me and caressed my breasts. My lips went to his ear and I kissed it softly, licking the lobes lightly. My hand moved faster and faster, as he moaned and I kissed his neck.

He groaned as he came close to climax in my hand. I stopped, afraid to continue.

He was so firm and hot.

"Don’t stop…." He coaxed.

He grabbed my hand and guided it back to his now throbbing manhood. My strokes continued gently, as I tried to concentrate on bringing him pleasure.

Suddenly, my senses were caught off kilter as I felt his hand slip between my legs. His fingers roamed the territory like a wolf chasing it’s prey.

I gasped and jerked away quickly. His other hand pulled me back down onto him, pulling me into a deep kiss to distract my attention away from his exploring hand.

He encircled me with his arm, and brought my mouth down on his in a very gentle grateful kiss. My hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him tighter, as my tongue invaded his mouth.

My hips ground against his and I groaned softly.

Jake slipped his hand into my blouse, past my bra and felt my bare breast and hard nipple under his hand. I then kissed him deeply. He rolled my nipple and I moaned.

I slowly put my hand back into his jeans and rubbed his hard missile. My lips went to his neck and I kissed and tickled his neck with my tongue and lips.

The moisture between my legs began to grow. He unzipped my pants and slipped his hand down toward my crotch, feeling my mound against my panties.

"You’re getting wet……" he whispered into my hear, the heat of his breath making me dizzier by the second. "I know that’s a good sign…." He cooed……

By now, my breathing was rapid and shallow. I could barely take breaths as I tried to focus on something else in the room, lest now allow him to know how aroused I was.

It was futile.

His hand continued it’s explorations, his fingers pressing against my mound through my panties, looking for a way to enter my garden. I shifted my position on the sofa to give him better access.

He responded in kind by pulling my hips up over his with his free hand, causing me to spread my legs over his hips.

I felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web.

Caught as it were straddled against Jake’s hips, my love mound now pulsating from the heat radiating below me, I gently lay my upper body against Jake’s chest and pepper his neck and shoulders with small sweet kisses.

He reacts to my motions by wrapping both arms around me, one across my shoulder, the other on my bottom, pulling my pelvis closer to his heated passion.

I took my kisses on a journey downward, alternately kissing, licking and tracing his skin with my mouth.

His jeans already loosed and unzipped, I pulled them off of his sturdy legs and toss them on the floor. I could see the outline of his raging hormones through the thin material of the boxer shorts he was wearing.

I kissed my way down toward his flat abdomen and descended even further, bypassing the ever present bulge, settling instead on soft kisses to his knee caps, and eventually back up to his thighs.

He moaned with each move I made, his pleasure apparent. I started to feel very flushed, the warmth and wetness between my legs increasing minute by minute.

"I’ll be right back" I whispered gently, kissing him on the cheek, and nibbling his ear.

I tiptoed into the bathroom quickly, and turned on the cold water full force. Splashing the water on my face several times, I mumbled to myself while I tried to extinguish the fire within.

"Must maintain composure, must maintain composure" I chanted to myself absentmindedly.

The water did little to dampen the flames that were burning inside my gut. My face was flushed, my body and emotions reacting to the situation at hand.

There was really no turning back now. The precedence had been set. I was his teacher and he was the eager student. I fell into his trap like a moth attracted to the light.

As I left the bathroom, I gazed toward the sofa, which was now empty. "Jake??" I called out.

"Where are you?".

I was flushed with fever and felt as though I was floating above the scene, not really in it.

"I’m in here" he answered, his voice hushed and low.

My knees were shaking, my center of being burning, as I walked toward the bedroom.

In the dim warm amber glow of the lamp illuminating the room, I could see him leaning against a wall in the bedroom, his eyes closed, his head tilted slightly upward.

The outline of his raging manhood was so abundant that it startled me for a moment.

"Come here…" he called to me as I walk toward the doorway of the bedroom.

"I need you." he cooed.

It took all the strength I could muster to refrain from become a puddle of goo on the floor.

I entered the room and stood face to face with Jake.

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me with his velvety lips, drinking in his senses of touch, taste, and scent as he sampled me. He ran his fingers through my hair sending electric jolts down my spine.

I was awash in a sea of sensations. I wanted him with a passion I never knew existed until this moment. I lowered myself onto my knees and my hands moved down across his back and onto his firm thighs.

He moved his hands to cup my cheeks.

I kissed the outline of his manhood through the fabric of the boxer shorts, as he swayed with my every move.

His pleasure being measured by the inches and placid expression on his face.

My hands danced across his inner thighs with sweeping caresses coupled with languid kisses, so weak with desire had I become.

Jake lifted me up and had me face him once again.

Standing toe to toe, his back against the wall, He ran a finger up and down my moist slit and he could feel warmth, and a lot of soft wetness as the gates of paradise yielded to his eager caressing fingers.

He put a finger in and started to move it around slowly.

I was sighing with pleasure as his uneducated fingers seemed to hit the right spot. I closed my thighs trapping his hand in between them. This made him more eager to please and he wiggled his finger furiously inside me.

I let out a deep moan and relaxed the pressure of my thighs. My student had absorbed his lessons well and was about to demonstrate his proficiency in the subject of lovemaking.

Jake slowly removed my top and bra. In the warm glow of the room he could see the subtle curvature of my breasts. He caressed the undersides with a single finger of each hand, then traced circles around my nipples.

I could feel the goose bumps grow on my skin as he traced lazy figures on my supple skin. He purposely avoided my nipples, but saw them harden and darken and I threw my head back.

I made a soft, guttural moan that excited him even more. I unzipped my jeans and he lifted me up enough to slide them off.

Jake continued his exploration of my body with a single finger moving over my torso. He moved his hand up around my neck, between and onto my breasts, circled on my tummy and moved onto each leg as we kissed.

His lips moved back to my neck. Slowly he kissed and licked his way onto each breast, still avoiding those invitingly hard, dark nipples. Moving on to my tummy he nuzzled me playfully until finally positioning himself next to my waist.

I sensed what was to come and thrust myself towards him. He pulled back wanting to tease me a bit and moved between my legs.

He kissed my inner thigh at the knee and slowly moved his way up my soft, creamy skin towards the ultimate objective. Just as his lips were about to reach my soft mound he moved to my other inner thigh and again worked his way upward.

His cheeks caressed my inner thighs, kissing the soft sensitive skin, as his fingers glided over the edge of my mound, up one side, across my gates, then down the other side. He slowly worked his way closer to my soft gates with each deep strokes of his fingers.

Finally he was directly over my moist garden gates and he tried to caress me with the slightest touch. With each motion he would apply more pressure until his fingers gently entered through my gates.

He could feel the warm honey like dew of the gods. When his fingers grazed my engorged nub, I would push against him to maximize the sensation, my hips jerking with the contact.

He would move down again, pushing inside, then back up to titillate, tracing circles around my love button with the tip of his finger tongue until I was close to climax, my legs weak and limp beneath me.

He continued down again – just keeping me on the edge of ecstasy.

His rhythm increased until I pulled him into me with my hands. He stroked my swollen love knot, slowly working another finger inside me to massage that sensitive spot just inside the pubic bone.

I released my hold on his fingers slightly as the new sensation filled my consciousness. Jake felt my hips react slowly at first to his hand, my rhythm finally matching his.

I pushed my hips away from him and asked him to fill me completely. He obliged with another finger of the same hand. He could feel each finger with the other as he moved both in unison.

My strong love canal muscles were squeezing his fingers as he caressed me. Jake released my sensitive button but still caressed it with his thumb. It didn't take long before my hips undulated out of control and my whole body seemed to lift up.

I grabbed onto his neck and pulled him into me as my spasms reached new heights of reckless abandon. He slowly removed his fingers but nuzzled his hand against my still throbbing mound.

I held him tightly between my thighs and we rested that way for a long while before starting another lovemaking session.

Jake gazed into my eyes watching my face intently, as if studying the physical and emotional responses he was causing in me.

He brushed my lips with his very softy, then applied more pressure. His tongue tickled the outline of my lips, and my mouth yielded to his tongue as we became lost in the abyss of our deep kisses.

Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouth, dancing, darting, tasting each other with renewed passion. He gently moved me around until our positions were reversed, with me pinned against the wall.

His hands ran beneath the silk of my panties, tracing the outline of my buttocks, and with a swift smooth motion, he slipped the panties off of me and let them drop to the floor.

He placed one knee between my legs, causing me to spread my legs in order to maintain my balance. Using that same knee, he lifted one of my legs and pinned it with his against the wall, his entire body leaning into mine.

I could feel the roughness of the hair on his leg brush up against the soft sensitive skin of the underside of my inner thigh. I shuddered as new sensations echoed through my body.