Stevens Project

PART I - BELIEVE IT OR NOT

My name is Debra. I'm 27 years old, and I've always had my share of male attention. I'm tall, with long muscular legs, a tight waist, and a 'thick' butt. My big boobs complete an hourglass figure that draws a lot of looks. On top of that, I've always been a big flirt, though admittedly I'm now a bit out of practice.

I'm recently married to the love of my life, Roger, who's 44. The age difference gave a lot of my friends some pause, but every time they questioned me, I told them 'age is just a number and Roger is my dream man.' And he certainly is a catch! He's tall, handsome, wealthy, and treats me like a princess.

I never thought I would want any other man besides Roger...but then I'd never met Roger's nephew, Steven. Steven is 19, and currently attending university in the city. He was at our wedding, and I'd remembered him being cute, with an arrogant smirk that just managed to ride the line between off-putting and charming. It was the kind of smirk that made you want to slap him, but also maybe want to kiss him.

In fact, even though I'd only talked with him for a moment at the busy wedding reception, his looks and mannerisms had stood out to me then. But with the age difference, the whirlwind of the wedding day, and the passionate honeymoon, I hadn't given him much thought since.

A few months after we got back from our honeymoon, Roger asked if Steven could live with us over the summer while he interned at a nearby consulting firm. I said yes - the mistake of my life. Because when Steven showed up, my memory hadn't done him justice. He was GORGEOUS.

He was just as tall as Roger, but slimmer, more muscular, with beautiful wavy hair, dimples, and that same sexy smirk I remembered that made me want to slap his perfect cheek. I had never been attracted to younger men before, but the minute I shook his hand, little currents of electricity shot up my arm and shivered down my spine. I felt my stomach do a little flip and I knew I was in trouble.

Over the next few days, I tried to avoid him, but that was a difficult task living in the same house. Even when I wasn't bumping into Steven in the hallway, or the kitchen, the memory of that electric touch just wouldn't go away.

I was tearing into Roger every night, riding him to multiple O's, but Steven kept on worming his way into my thoughts every time. Every time I was near Steven in the house, my body would light up like a Christmas tree - waves of heat would rush up and down my body, and little hairs on my neck and arms would stand on end. Somehow I was always aware of exactly where he was in the room, even when he was standing behind me. And the closer he was standing, the more electricity I felt.

Stop it! I told myself over and over. He's only 19! He's your husband's nephew! He's a cocky little shit with that smirk!

But it was no help. The more I tried to put him out of my mind, the more he crept in against my wishes. Every time I grabbed Roger's dick and pulled it into my wet pussy, I had to be careful not to call out Steven's name. After we finished, while my sweet Roger was snoring away, my fingers still itched to rub my clit. Which I did, late into the night. And in the morning during my shower. And at random points throughout the day.

The worst part was, fucking my fingers while thinking about Steven gave me harder, deeper, more soul-shaking orgasms than any I'd experienced with Roger - even during the euphoria of our honeymoon. It was only a matter of time until something happened. I could feel it.

Well, something did happen - but not in the way I expected. And I'm not sure you'll believe it!

Roger was working upstairs in his home office. I was laying out by the pool in one of my favorite bikinis. The sun was warm and the breeze was cool. I was lazily daydreaming about walking in on Steven while he was showering, reaching between his legs, and squeezing until he got hard. I was just starting to imagine what his hard dick would feel like in my hand when the real Steven came out in swim trunks and sat in a chair at the opposite end of the pool. Oops!

I admired his lean, strong physique from behind my sunglasses, and I wondered whether he was doing the same to me. As I said before, I've always been a bit of a flirt, and with my shower scene still fresh in mind I couldn't resist giving Steven a little tease.

A naughty shiver of excitement ran up my spine as I took out my sunscreen and began to reapply. First I did my face and neck, then my arms, and then my chest and stomach. As I rubbed lotion into my skin, I snuck little peeks at Steven. His face was turned toward mine, but those dark glasses blocked me from seeing his eyes. Was he enjoying my little show? The mystery was driving me crazy.

In hindsight, I guess I was really teasing myself, more so than Steven. Anticipation was starting to build. I reached down below my belly button and spread sunscreen across my sensitive bikini line, preparing to begin the real event: coating my long, smooth legs.

Squirting a large dollop of white sunscreen on my fingertips, I started at my toes. Meanwhile, against my better instincts, I indulged in a new fantasy. In my mind, Steven was the one applying sunscreen to my feet. Fantasy Steven rubbed and massaged my feet until all their aches and pains were gone, then worked his way up my ankles to gently caress my calves. When I could hold back no longer, I imagined Steven's hands continuing their path upward, parting my thighs to smear cream up their sensitive insides toward the edge of my bikini. As my imagination started to spin out of control, I could feel my pussy swell and lubricate. My clit was starting to give me that familiar ache that it does when it wants to be touched.

Peering from behind my sunglasses, I snuck a glance at Steven, and my breath caught as I witnessed his tongue slide out to lick the curve of his sensuous lip. That simple unconscious gesture sent visions of those lips and tongue nibbling on my aching clit flooding through my brain.

Feeling my pussy start to twitch and squeeze, I recognized that I was getting really, really turned on and the object of my infatuation was only a few yards away. The object of my infatuation who also just so happened to be my husband's nineteen-year-old nephew.

This was getting really dangerous. I tried to push the fantasy away, but to my panic no matter how hard I pushed it just kept coming back. My imagination was taking over and holy fuck was it intense.

With my eyes closed, I realized I was starting to 'feel' something from Steven, an energy reaching out from him that surrounded and penetrated me. An energy created by the sheer power of his attention. My entire body broke out in goosebumps as I "felt" his eyes on me with a weight and presence I'd never felt from any man. His energy felt warm, safe, caring, and EXTREMELY sexually charged. Without waiting for instruction, my body relaxed itself into his energetic embrace; my mind remained skeptical. Could this be real?

The more I 'felt' his attention - his 'focus' - the more surety built within me, until I had no other option than to accept that the energy I felt was real. And it felt incredible. Closing my eyes, I surrendered in my struggle and let the phantom sensations play through my head, relishing the fanciful visions of this gorgeous young man sucking on my clit.

Meanwhile, my real body was going absolutely wild. I could actually feel my heartbeat pulse through my clit, which seemed to be more swollen and stiff than it had ever been in my life. I was just about to excuse myself to take care of it in private when I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the chair next to me. Oh shit! I hadn't even noticed him come over.

My mouth fell open, but I didn't know what to say. "Want me to sunscreen your back?" he asked casually. I should have said 'no.' Every brain cell was screaming at me how dangerous it was to let this young man touch me. But at this point, I was well and truly thinking with my pussy. After a pregnant pause, I awkwardly said "Ok," and turned over on my stomach.

I heard him open the bottle and apply cream to his hands, then a moment later I felt them on my shoulders. Just like during our first handshake, electricity flowed out of his hands and into me, rushing up and down my body from the place of contact, warming up my sun-kissed skin. Every hair stood on end as electric pulses flowed from his fingertips up over my scalp, down to my toes, and then back up again.

But the electric sensations of phantom energy didn't hold a candle to the actual touch of his strong hands on my shoulders. They were powerful, gentle, and held a healing quality that both relaxed and excited every nerve ending they touched. He worked his way down my back and I was immediately arching and suppressing moans. What had I gotten myself into?? I stuffed my fingers into my mouth and bit down on them, trying to keep still and quiet. But no matter how hard I tried, I knew there was no mistaking my squirming for anything other than arousal.

I held my breath in a desperate attempt to keep control, but as he traced his fingers down my spine, a full-body shiver ran through me and a loud moan escaped my throat. He acknowledged it with a deep baritone "mmmmmm." I was mortified, but also somehow relieved that things were at least more out in the open.

He worked down my lower back, and my hips started to rock. More moans escaped. His fingers played around my bikini line where my back met my ass, and something strange began to happen. All the electricity flowing through my body began to pull toward center, gathering slowly as if a magnet were drawing it. To where? To my pussy, of course. Centered on my stiff, achy clit.

The more energy gathered there, the more my hips rocked, and then....magic. I don't know how else to describe it, but the sexy clit-sucking fantasy and the sensations in my body started to overlay each other and converge. The more they overlaid and built on each other, the stronger they got, until finally they were one. I could actually, really literally feel his imaginary lips sucking on my clit, and it felt even better than I had dreamed.

I gasped, hips vibrating. I was so shocked that I just let it happen for a moment, but the realization that I was really, truly climbing toward a real-life, actual orgasm while this young man spread sunscreen on my ass quickly roused me from my sexual trance. I could NOT let this go any further.

Reaching down with my trembling hands, I tried to remove his palms from my ass, but in my breathless arousal I lacked the strength. Oh no! Meanwhile, sucking and nibbling sensations continued relentlessly on my clit. They felt way, wayyy too real to ignore and my arm muscles were like jelly. I tried to pull on his wrist again, but it wouldn't even budge. Losing hope of exerting any control, I prepared myself for the orgasm building deep inside my pelvis. Oh fuck here it came!

Sensing my intent, however, he slowly and gently pulled his own hands away and, in one fluid motion, effortlessly turned me over. My mouth fell open in an amazed gasp. What kind of sorcery was he performing on my body? And who would have dreamed that this smirking teenager would play the gentleman when offered the opportunity to ravish me?

But a gentleman he was, and now responsibility to end this was fully back on me. I was lying reclined in my deck chair and he was crouched over me, his muscled chest right at my eye level. I looked up and found I was only inches away from the gorgeous lips I still 'felt' sucking on my clit. Oh fuck! I really had to move if I was going to avoid climaxing on the seat of my deck chair.

"Thanks," I said lamely, and cleared my throat. "I'm gonna go inside now." ...so I can orgasm in private.

He just smirked at me and stood up so I could pass. "Byee," I said lamely, and stood up on wobbly legs. I caught a whiff of his musk as I brushed past him and he smelled soooo gooood I swear I almost fainted. I hobbled back upstairs as fast as I could and grabbed a sex toy from my stash, closing and locking my bedroom door before shedding my bikini. I flopped down on my bed and peeled my sticky thighs apart. Gagging myself with my wrist, I placed the tip of my vibe on my ridiculously swollen clit and kept it there. Within seconds, I was gushing all over my bedspread.

When my first climax ended, I couldn't resist trying for another, and this one was even more intense. I could still feel his 'focus' on me from all the way downstairs, and as his energy poured into me the phantom sensation of his mouth on my clit peaked again and I came. I came, and I came, and I came, until I didn't think I could come any more. And then I just kept coming.

Finally, it ended, and I shut off my toy. As I lay on my bed, shuddering and shaking with powerful aftershocks, I knew I would be forever changed. I knew this was only the beginning of something growing in me that held unfathomable power, and that now I would be waiting to feel it again.