Nick laid there for a while, wondering what was happening. How he could have gone from a nerdy little eighteen year old to scoring a night with the hottest girl, no woman, he had ever seen.
It was love at first sight.
He walked in from school and there she was, in his kitchen talking to his mother. Her long brown hair and ample figure instantly drawing his teen attention. She was a the daughter of a friend of the family his mother told him, and she just moved back into town after a few years away.
A week later, he was on his way to her house for dinner.
"Hi sweetie," Amy opened her front door.
She giggled. Nick let his eyes wander over her body, the short black skirt up to the extremely revealing deep cut white t-shirt, her lace bra.
Nick's eyes stopped wandering.
"Did you want to come in?" Amy smiled and gently lifted Nick's head from looking at her chest to her eyes.
Nick was embarrassed and guilty. Why did he have to look at her like that. He could feel it inside of him, his hunger for her flowed through every inch of his soul. It was taking every inch of self control to stop him from attacking her.
"This way," she held out her hand and lead him down a long hallway and into a large open area.
Nick tried everything he could to look away from her but his gaze always returned. Her body sending the love inside of him closer and closer to boiling. The swaying of her hips and chest hypnotically capturing his gaze.
"Would you like to sit?" Amy gazed up at him.
Nick looked down at her, barely noticing her beauty his eyes fixated on the gently lifting and settling of her cleavage.
"I," Nick stuttered, "yes, of course."
Nick nervously smiled and sat down and tried to swallow out the lump in his throat. He was as excited and as nervous as he could ever remember being.
"I really like your shirt," Nick looked away awkwardly, "I mean you look really pretty today."
"I only look pretty today?" Amy giggled and reached her hand out and rubbed his leg. "Don't be nervous, I don't bite."
Nick looked at her and felt his body start to melt. The feeling of her hand gently massaging him so close to his throbbing manhood made him long for sexual release. It made him long for her.
"I'm sorry," Nick nervously smiled his gaze alternating from her chest to her eyes, "I am just a little scared."
"You are so adorable," Amy slid her body closer and put her hands on his. "Here, let me see your hands."
Nick felt her hands guiding him towards her. His pants lunged forward as she slowly placed them on her chest, her hard nipples pressed lightly against his palm.
He had never felt a woman's chest before. The soft weight cupped by his hand was making his loins ooze in delight.
"You can put your hands under my shirt if you want," Amy leaned her breasts forward into his hands and whispered into his ear, her voice sending the hair on the back of his neck a flutter.
The combination of feeling the entire weight of the breasts in his hands and the warmth of her breath in his ear made his body instantly convulse. He did everything he could to hold back but he felt her hand tugging at his belt.
It was too late.
Nick tried to squirm away from her touch, but her hands kept rubbing against him. Embarrassed he looked to the floor as he felt as first one, then several, repeated thrusts flew through his cock, the warmth of his seed spreading quickly through his pants.
He wanted to cry.
His first experience, the first time he was going to be with someone, was forever marred in embarrassment. His eyes searched franticly for something to look at, somewhere to hide.
"Let me take these," Amy gently started pulling on his pants. "I'll throw them in the wash. It looks like you got a little on your shirt too."
Nick just laid there to embarrassed to move let alone talk. One by one the pieces of clothing were removed. Nick thought about it, the irony of it all. Moments ago he would have crawled out of his skin to be nude with Amy, now he barely noticed her at all as she walked away with his clothes.
He scanned the room for something to cover himself and then it dawned on him. He was stuck there and he started to panic. He couldn't leave without his clothes. Soiled or not he shouldn't have let her take them.
He felt frantic and helpless.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Amy returned with a handful of toiletries and a wash cloth.
Amy knelt between his open legs and slowly rubbed the warm wash cloth over his thighs working her way across the whole of his sex. It was excruciating, her hands rubbing every inch of his skin and his body unable to sexually respond. It sent quivers through his stomach as each touch became more agonizing than the last.
"Now a little baby powder to dry my little boy up," Amy gently tapped a powder bottle over him.
Instantly the smell hit Nick's nose. The powerful aroma mixed with the lingering smell of sex, his sex, in the room made his mind reel. Then he called him her little boy? What was happening?
"Do you always trim down there," Amy moved next to him on the couch, "I think it's sexy."
Nick wanted to run away. He had his release, whether it was how he wanted it or not, and now he just want to run. The closer she got to him the more the agony grew. Didn't she know?
Then the questions. Why was she asking questions about that? It was personal and embarrassing.
"I," Nick searched for the words, "I just don't have any really. The hair never really grew."
Nick felt more than naked. He felt exposed. His entire being was being shown to a woman who hours ago he couldn't wait to be with and who now he couldn't wait to get away from.
"You are at least eighteen right?" Amy looked at him with a mischievous smile.
Nick nodded yes.
Just eighteen though. Just a month now. He always thought his first time would be romantic, but then this happened. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe next time he wouldn't be so nervous.
"I'm thirty-seven," Amy inched her body closer, so that one her breasts was bushing it's hard nipple repeatedly against his arm.
Thirty-seven? Nick had no idea. His mother was in her forties, but she didn't look like his mother. No, she looked like she was twenty-three.
"It's exciting to think you could be my son," Amy pressed the pressed against his arm and slowly let her hands wander of his chest, "and I'm already very excited."
Nick's skin crawled with each touch.
All of his experiences with sex that finished with climax had been with himself. When it was over it was done. Now he was stranded in a house with a woman who wasn't done and it was sending him to the brink of insanity.
He wanted free.
"I think it's even sexier that you are sitting on my couch naked," Amy reached her hands down to his soft shaft and gently rubbed it, "and I'm still all dressed."
Her touch on his cock was all it took to send the first wave of tears into Nick's eyes. Minutes ago he would have begged her to touch him and now it made his stomach lurch to his throat.
He was scared. More than that he felt completely helpless, unable to control himself.
"Don't cry," Amy gave him a concerned look, "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"
She reached out and pulled his head down to her chest and started caressing his head. Her fingers felt like they were running through each strand of his short brown hair, sending jolts of electricity down his spine.
The tears kept coming and slowly turned into sobs. Her constant reassuring touch only sending him deeper into despair. His lust for her lost deep in his mind was slowly inching forward again as his head found more and more comfort on her breast.
"Maybe you would feel better if I took my shirt off," Amy started pulling on her shirt and bra revealing her soft pink skin.
Nick looked at her bare chest, his sobs slowly subsiding, and felt the stirring in his loins every so slightly. How badly he wanted to touch her again.
"Here, put your head in my lap," Amy guided him down, turning his head towards the open room.
She kept running her fingers through his hair until his sobs . The feeling of her bare breasts gently pressing upon his neck was excruciatingly erotic, sending the lust inside of him surging forward.
Nick rolled himself over and looked up into her eyes.
She was still caressing him. The constant touch of her hand against him was both calming and exciting.
"Are you all better now," Amy smiled and hugged his head closer to her chest
Nick could feel comforting softness of her breast against his face, perilously close to his wanting mouth. Uncontrollably his lips parted and his head shifted. Almost like a baby he felt his body adjusting and searching for her.
All it took was the feeling of Amy's hand cupping his head and gently guiding him to send his lust straight to his loins. His cock stiffening with excitement he found his mouth gently pulling her breast inside of him.
The feeling of the nipple rolling against his tongue was strengthened exponentially by the feeling of his head being held to her breast. Slowly he pulled the nipple in and let it gently slide back out, the rhythmic comfort the only thing keeping him from another sexual release.
"That's my good boy," Amy's words echoed in his ears, both adding to his excitement and tormenting him with his youth and inexperience.
Nick kept his mouth rolling against her breasts for what felt like hours. His body so completely relaxed that all thoughts of lust were replaced with only feelings of comfort. Her hands holding and caressing his head.
He could smell her. The smell of her sex growing stronger and stronger with each suckle of her breast.
"Nick, honey," Amy gently pulled his head from her chest. "I'm sorry. I never should have done this."
Nick sat up confused.
It was enough to drive him to the brink of insanity. First he wants her so bad he can't wait. Then he wants to run away so bad he feels caged in. Now this.
"What do you mean," Nick became suddenly aware of his nudity.
He tried to continue but words escaped him.
