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."
