Please read parts 1, 2 & 3 and then come on back!
_______
The next morning was a weekend and I slept late. I woke up with a warm feeling, wondering if I had dreamed the incredible experience with my stepmom the day before. But I hadn't. She had given me a massage which had led to some heavenly hand relief. She had made me come but hadn't let me touch her while she was doing it and tried to brush it off as something that had meant nothing, like a medical procedure. Well, it meant something to me.
I could hear Angela in the kitchen, so got up and joined her. I put on pajama bottoms but decided to leave my shirt off to see her reaction. I slipped into the kitchen where Angela was making some food. She was wearing a cute little peach colored summer dress and her ass was sticking out invitingly. I moved up close to her and put my hands on her waist, and pressed my cock up against her backside. I gave her a little kiss on her neck and said "morning," softly.
She spun around but I kept her close. She looked up at me and she was so beautiful, I wanted to kiss her. My eyes took a slow walk all over her as I felt her waist. Her cleavage was on glorious display. I went hard and my cock was pressing against her as I let my finger brush against her neck and shoulders.
Angela ran a finger over my chest and I could sense desire in her. She bit her lip and smiled coyly. I moved in to kiss her, but she turned her face away, then wriggled herself free from my embrace and walked to the fridge. "Why don't you put a shirt on and sit down for breakfast, Michael?" she said and went about her business, ignoring me. I did as she asked, except that I left my shirt off and pretty soon we were having breakfast and coffee together.
"It's a big week ahead for you, Mike. You excited?" she said. She was referring to my graduation from high school and then starting a job for the summer. I nodded and grunted positively. I was excited. I felt like I was becoming an adult and I wanted Angela to see me that way. I had decided to forgo college and go straight into a starter position as a junior mechanic. I hoped that the job would become my vocation. "Why the interest in cars, Mike?" Angela said while chewing on some toast.
"I like the working parts, like a puzzle, figuring out what makes it go. I like old things, before the plague of modernity. Plus, I like to get dirty and work hard," I said without an ounce of irony.
"Uh huh" she replied, hiding a little smile. I noticed that she had eyed me up a few times and appeared to be trying to hide her attraction for me, but she was now in professional stepmom mode, and any further attempts to get her to flirt were thwarted. She started to clean away, so I went back to my room and tried to think about other things.
She was right though, I had a big week ahead, but she hadn't mentioned the big graduation party coming up, which I had an extra reason to be excited about, cautiously. I had been nearly dating this cute raven haired girl called Natalie, and despite us not having gone too far, she had vaguely intimated via text, just that morning after breakfast, that she hoped to "graduate" in more ways than one. I really liked her, but she was so reserved with me, it was difficult to find a real connection, which was probably why I was still hung up on my stepmother.
But was this all about to change? Would the graduation party be my night to finally shed my unwanted virginity? I was now obsessed with this idea, with her message, and my mind and heart were racing.
If this was really going to happen, I wanted to go prepared, but had never bought condoms before, and didn't know about sizes. I thought about asking my friend Will, already sexually active with his girlfriend Gina, but felt awkward. The only other person I could think of to ask was Angela, so rather timidly, approached her later that afternoon to broach the subject.
She was lying in the backyard on her lounger, sunning herself, looking spectacular. I would normally take the opportunity to ogle her a little and maybe try it on with her, but I was actually distracted by the idea of sex with Natalie, so stuck to the matter at hand. "Can I ask your advice on something, Angela?" I asked her. I wouldn't usually have this serious tone, and she picked up on that, and looked at me.
"Of course, dear," she answered. "What is it?
"Well, it's a little weird."
"It's OK. You can confide in me. I won't judge," she said, putting me at ease.
"Well. I er... Natalie, my girlfriend or whatever, y'know, she er...we," I tried to speak, but words weren't really coming out in the right order.
"Slow down, Michael. It's fine. Come to the point," Angela said, with an amused look on her face. I paused, took a deep breath, and came straight out with it.
"I need to buy condoms. Or I hope I need to," I said hurriedly.
"Well, go on then. What's the problem?" Angela replied, then returned to her magazine. She didn't seem that interested in discussing it further. Again, I took a deep breath.
"I've never bought them before. I've never..."
"OK," Angela interrupted. "What are you worried about?"
"What kind should I buy?"
"Well, believe it or not, Mike, I don't have a lot of experience with that."
"Oh," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Angela had been dismissive, so I walked away. I guess I'd ask Will instead, so shot him a text. Spontaneously, we decided to get dinner, and our girlfriends tagged along. Gina and Will were all over each other as ever, and for the first time, Natalie was forward with me. Up until then, I'd been pursuing her, trying to get somewhere, and our relationship thus far had been characterized by her pushing me back.
Tonight, Natalie cuddled up to me, and we felt like a couple for the first time, almost as if she'd resolved to go all the way with me, and changed her attitude thusly. We kissed a little bit, and I felt her pressing her body against me. She was the complete opposite of my stepmother; she was slender, with snow white skin, petite, with small, perky tits. I'd had a few feels of them, but usually she batted my hand away.
As we sat in the back of Will's car, driving around, Natalie and I made out. As I usually would do, I made a move for her tit, and this time, she let my hand stay. I was very gentle with her, and massaged her. She was wearing a bra, but she still felt amazing, and I couldn't help laugh a little. Natalie laughed as well, sat back and looked at me. I took my hand off her, but she picked it up and put it back. What had got into her?
I softly caressed her, and she sat there, biting her lip. For the first time in my life, I felt strongly drawn to another girl aside from Angela. Natalie looked gorgeous, and she was inviting me in. "Are you ready for Saturday night, Mike?" she asked me, and I think I understood what she meant. It was the graduation party, and I hoped I gathered her meaning correctly.
"I'm ready if you are," I said, and we smiled at each other. Just then, we passed a big drug store, and I asked Will to pull in. I wanted to buy condoms. Will and I broke off, as I'd told him my mission. We went to the aisle, and looked at the dizzying array of brands and assortments. And sizes. I had assumed they were one size fits all, but no. I then remembered what Angela had said, about me being big, so I grabbed a box of three that said 'large'.
Will looked at me strangely. "Are you fucking joking, man?"
I pulled a face. "Am I?"
"Are you?"
"Well, the only girl that ever jerked me off said I was big." I didn't tell him it was my stepmother. Again, Will looked at me incredulously.
"Well, what could go wrong?" he said, and we went to the cash register. As I was paying, the girls joined us, saw what I was buying, and started giggling. Natalie was blushing, but looked at me sweetly. Will whispered something in Gina's ear, and then Gina whispered in Natalie's ear. All of them cracked up. We left the store, and piled into the car again.
Natalie was looking at me in a way she'd never looked at me before. "A little presumptuous of you, Mikey?" she said, I was horrified. She obviously picked up on it, and moved in with a kiss. "I'm only joking," she said, and we continued with our touching. For the first time, Natalie reached down and felt the big, hard lump in my pants. I saw her face and she had gone bright red again, and she looked up at me, and squeezed. It felt amazing, and I realized I'd been touched by two different females in as many days.
"Did you really buy large rubbers?" she whispered in my ear, her hand still on me. I nodded, with uncertainty. I shrugged. "I think that was probably a good idea," she said. "But I don't know".
"I don't know either. But I've been told..."
"I can tell you're big. Not that I really know either," Natalie said, shyly. I didn't know her history, but I would have guessed it wasn't extensive either. We arrived at Will's place and all went inside. We went to his bedroom, and he put on some music, then Gina produced her pen with some dope. I hadn't got high too many times before, but didn't want to appear square, so joined in a little.
Gina and Will lay down on his bed, and started making out furiously, their limbs wrapped around each other. Natalie looked at me with expectation, and I leaned over and kissed her softly. I didn't want to bite her face off like Will was doing, so moved slowly. I touched her breast again, and again, she let me. We lay down on the floor, and our bodies pressed against each other's.
Natalie sat up, fiddled around under her shirt, and removed her bra, but kept her shirt on. I took this as an invasion, and put my hand under her clothing, and touched her. Again, I didn't want to just grab her, and was tender. I looked at her with heat in my eyes, and also affection, and she looked back, knowing what I was feeling. "You are beautiful," I told her, as we kissed as I touched her.
We lay down again and continued in rapturous exploration. Natalie squeezed my dick again. "Does that feel good when I do that?" she asked.