Into the second week of school, and I could concentrate on only Beth and the glorious memories of the loss of my 18-year-old virginity. I loved the knowledge that an older woman lusted for my body, had given me my first blow job.
Beth wanted me to date Libby and I did being very careful that the session between her mama and I was avoided. Beth had always been there when I picked up Libby. She was noticeably not present on our next date.
Libby was like her old self, letting me put my hands under her dress to push her panties aside. Her cunt lips were sopping wet before I parted them. I messaged her pussy and she squirmed instantly and moaned softly.
She reached for my leg and found my weeping cock and quickly massaged it through my pants and unzipped the barrier that held it captive. She pulled it out and stroked it.
When I tasted my fingers coated with her cunt juice she tasted my cock juice on her finger. She licked her fingers and returned her hand to my cock. We masturbated each other until my cum gushed from the head of my cock.
After she moaned through three or four orgasms, I was very willing to take Libby home hoping to see mama, Beth, but she wasn’t waiting.
School started and all I could do was masturbate and dream about Beth and her beautiful body. At noon recess, I headed immediately for the telephone across the street from the school. I dialed the number I had on a slip of paper with Libby’s number. I didn't need to look at the sheet of paper--I had recorded the number in my brain.
"Hello." That was her voice but I hadn't planned my first statement.
"Beth I am calling from a phone across from the school."
No more words came out.
She called my name. "Is that you.”
"Yes, it's me. I wanted to call you.'
"Well, I couldn't call you, you know. If somebody else answered the phone it would have ruined everything. I've been waiting for you to call. One time I did call, but your mother answered and I hung up."
I blurted out a response. "I wanted to call, but couldn't until today. I dated Libby but didn't tell her about us.”
"That's what I wanted you to say but how can you get away from school."
"I'll just skip school tomorrow. Nobody will ever know. Can I come to see you?"
"There's nobody here but me after the kids leave for school. I do want to know all about the date you had with Libby. What time will you come?"
"I'll miss the school bus and wait until you are alone. I'll just stay back in the woods behind your house until you are by yourself." I knew that Beth's children all went to a Catholic school; I attended public school.
"That'll be fine only don't come in until I put a broom outside the door. That will be a signal that I am alone. You don't have to knock. I'll be waiting for you."
"Thank you, Beth. I'll be waiting and I'll be extra careful that nobody sees me."
"Remember, if anybody sees your coming to my home, it will end everything we have planned."
"I understand. I'll be extra careful."
Through geometry, physics, algebra, I waited. I had to hold my hands in my lap, couldn't remember anything my teachers said. Sleep didn't come until midnight.
I lay in bed, wondering what secrets I would learn the next day, was already planning some secrets of my own.
The school bus stopped, but I was not among those who entered. I didn't go to the bus stop; instead I went to a place away from Mrs. Laird's home.
I went there often before, but this time I went with my breath coming much too fast. I knew I had to keep myself under control, was having trouble even holding my school books.
A blue jay in the tree startled me. I jumped. For the first time I admitted that I was afraid. But I was going. I had said I would go and she had invited me.
Walking in the wrong direction, I disappeared into a clump of trees, knew that I could double back, arrive at my destination without being seen.
I still had about a mile to walk, but I lived in a neighborhood where there were few houses, a lot of trees through which I could slip unnoticed.
Ahead I could see Beth's home, couldn't tell if the broom was outside the door. As I grew closer, I saw that the broom was still inside, picked a secluded spot from which I could watch for the signal.
The back door opened, Beth came out and looked around. That was not the signal.
I wanted to show myself but did not. My mind raced over problems that could have developed. One of the children might be sick. Her husband might not have gone to work. Maybe she had changed her mind.
Again the door opened and an arm reached out with a broom, leaned it against the wall of the house. I wanted to run, decided to walk instead.
If something was wrong, I didn't want to create a disturbance. I tried to think of an excuse to give if anyone else was in the house with Beth.
I reached for the handle on the screen door, but it opened before I could grasp it. Quickly, I stepped inside and Beth hugged me.
"I've been waiting," she said.
"We've got to be careful but everything is clear." She looked out the screen door for a moment, and then closed the door leaving us in seclusion.
"Do you want coffee?" When I nodded my head, she put a cup where she wanted me to sit, another cup where she would sit. She poured the coffee into both cups, sat down at the table.
"Now tell me about your date with Libby."
"It was real nice."
"You know that is not what I mean, I want to know about the date with Libby.”
“Libby wouldn’t let me play with her tits."
"She'll get over that. She says it tickles. And it probably does now. She did let you play under her panties, didn't she?"
"She likes that, only........." I paused, didn't know how to protect Libby and still tell the truth.
"Only she didn't have any panties on.”
"I told her to do that, and to unbutton your pants and play with your prick. And I know she did."
"I don't want to rush things today. When you came here last time, I had to hurry you up and I didn't give you a chance to settle down. We've got several hours together today and we can take our time." Beth patted my hand softly.
"I am going into the bedroom and you just drink another cup of coffee. When I'm ready for you, I'll call. When you come to me, we'll be slower, you'll learn to be more patient and we will enjoy it more."
She walked to the door, wearing a dress that didn’t suggest her sexuality. I slowly drank my coffee. Her call came when I had just finished the cup.
I walked into the room where she had disappeared; saw that it contained a bed and that she was covered up to her chin. Her clothes were stacked neatly in a chair by the bed.
"Now, take your clothes off slowly and get in bed with me." I did as she said, noticed that my pants were already wet. My penis was erect as I slipped under the covers.
She reached out, pulled me to her carefully avoiding my searching lips. Our arms went around each other and I found myself lying between her spread legs.
Without a word, she reached down and guided my manhood into the opening that was already wet.
I slipped into her, felt her hands on my buttocks holding me still, not allowing me to even begin the ramming motion that my body dictated.
"Just feel for a moment you inside of me. Don't think about anything. Just lie there."
I lay still, feeling my organ inside her. My hands reached for her nipples, found them and rubbed them gently from side to side.
Her hands held my involuntary thrusts. "That feels so good."
I was fighting a battle within my own body, suddenly lost control and dislodged her grip on my buttocks.
I thrust into her once, then a second time. On the third penetration, I felt my juices demanding release. On the fourth penetration, I felt the overpowering sensation of my release and the weakness that followed my release.
I collapsed on her body, breathing heavily.
She responded with twisting hips, moaned softly as she had an orgasm and then relaxed.
"That was good, but it will be better the next time." She allowed me to lie still, felt my penis slowly lose its rigidity but then began to feel it swell again.
She let it swell, again grabbed hold of my buttocks and held them still. "You've got more coming," she whispered in my ear. "Don't waste it by trying too fast."
