Benny loved her. Always had, ever since he met her nearly a year ago. Sometimes he would lay awake in his bed, at home looking up at the ceiling where dappled shadows played during moonlit nights. He would slip out of his shorts and hold his cock in his hand, and conjure her up in his mind. Her dark hair would swirl about her face and her large green eyes would twinkle as her lusciously thick lips curved up in a joyous smile revealing her perfect white teeth. Sometimes his imagination would allow him a glimpse of creamy white breasts swelling from the top of her low cut blouse, and sometimes he could even make the blouse vanish. Then his cock would swell nicely in his hand until he felt it as a thick hard pillar of manhood. His hand would begin to work slowly at first, moving up and down, gaining rhythm and speed as he held the image of her milky tits with rosy nipples standing erect and proud at their summit. Of course he’d never seen her breasts in their naked splendor, but he’d read enough Playboy and Mayfair magazines to be able to fill in those details. He would dream and fondle in the darkness until he climaxed and his hot cum would spurt upwards to fall back, pleasantly warm and sticky onto his belly. He’d sigh, then slip into a pleasant sleep wherein they would cuddle and hug and kiss…
She was unaware of Benny’s feelings for her. She liked him, of course. He was a pleasant, if gangly eighteen year old with a sweep of blonde hair that always seemed in need of combing. His chin sported a wisp of fine beard as soft as down and he had the most attractive cheeky smile! The way he curled one side of his mouth into a dimple would be enough to win any girl’s heart, if she was any girl and if she was taking particular notice. Of course Benny seemed always to be the one approaching her when the others were dissipating to pursue other pressing engagements. Not that she minded. She was fond of them all and wished each of them their happiness.
Today was the first day of spring and Mother Nature had really turned it on. A great panorama of blue sky, fluffy white clouds and golden sunshine hung over a world freshly awakened from its winter sleep. The scent of flowers hung in the air while birds chirped and bees hummed the melody of the new season.
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Susan Langmeyer glanced out of the window and watched the gardener in his faded blue bib overalls as he dragged the hose across the lawn, positioning it to get the maximum benefit from the sprinkler. Even at this distance she could see his well-toned muscles as he wrestled the 50-yard long anaconda that was the heavy weight rubber hose.
Someone had told her he was 42 years old and recently single. She sighed. Three weeks shy of her own 40th birthday, at 39 she had been divorced for six years and unattached for the last two. Somewhere deep in her soul a silent sob of sadness almost drew a gray cloud over her day, but she shrugged it away angrily and grabbed the first of a mountain of paperwork, settling herself in her chair in preparation for the task ahead that would see her leaving well after twilight set in.
When the door clicked Susie frowned and looked up. Any interruption would keep her here even longer and tonight she looked forward to a quiet night with her cat, her television and a large bag of crisps. She watched the door open slowly, unable to make out the person through the frosted glass panel that dominated the top half. He stepped into the room with a youthful spring that made him seem to be walking on a waterbed or on the floor of one of those huge blow-up castles one sees at the fair. Susie let her smile spread as she straightened in her chair. Work or not, she always had time for one of her boys.
Benny approached the desk and favored Susie with one of his charming grins, causing the loveable dimple to manifest on the left side of his mouth.
“Um, not interrupting or anything, Miss?” That was Benny, always formal and polite. He was a good kid.
“No, actually I was just reading through these papers. What can I do to help?”
Benny looked down at his shoes a few moments, swinging his right foot in a short arc, causing his rubber sneaker sole to squeak as it brushed the linoleum.
“Just wondering if you could advise me of something.”
Susie sat back, her eyes studying the boy. He was athletic looking like a greyhound, full of boundless energy and ready to run. There were a few freckles left over from childhood, but the man was emerging in that handsome face.
”Of course, Benny. If I possibly can, I will.”
“Well. Its about girls and stuff.”
Oh my God! Susie thought. He’s going to ask about the ‘birds and bees’.
“I like this girl, you see. She’s really beautiful and I’ve loved her since I first saw her, but she doesn’t know. I mean, I think she likes me, and all that, but…”
He looked at her, waiting for a prompt.
“But she doesn’t love you?”
“I dunno. She never said. Maybe she would if she knew how I felt.”
“Have you told her how you feel, Benny?”
“Um. I try, but the words don’t want to come out.”
“So what you want to know is how you can tell her that you love her, huh?”
“Yeah. I am close to her and I feel all tingly and all that, and I just want to hug and kiss her but I don’t know how to start.”
“Well. You need to start by telling her how you feel. Then if she responds by saying she loves you too, maybe you should kiss her.”
“Um. I’ve never kissed a girl before other than my aunts and my mother, but that doesn’t really count huh?”
Susie laughed at that and put her hand out to pat his cheek. He really was handsome, and so young; so innocent. An exciting tingle thrilled through her as she felt the warmth of his cheek and the soft touch of his hitherto unshaved beard.
“It isn’t such a hard thing to learn, Benny. You just put your lips on hers and let nature guide you from there.”
“I’d love to kiss her. You know, just kiss her. Not say anything, because I know I’d screw that up.”
Susie was still bubbling inside from his cute ‘…but that doesn’t count’ remark so she replied instinctively and, in retrospect, rather flippantly.
“Well you can always try that. It may work.” “You think it’ll work?”
”Maybe. It is certainly a romantic way to say you love her.”
“Well, ok. I’ll try it then.” And Benny kissed her smack on the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss, just a quick brushing of lips really, but she felt as if he’d touched her with a cattle prod causing a tingling bolt to travel through her to her toes. In the momentary confusion she felt dampness welling within her pussy and her heart raced wildly.
“Oh, Benny. I mean that you should try it with the girl you love.”
He grinned, the dimple appearing prominently in his left cheek. “I just did.”
