The Tutor by Dorsai

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I was only six years old when the young couple moved into the house next
door. We lived in a small town just outside a military base, and it was
clear to everyone that he was a G.I. - even me, because I can remember
saluting him whenever I saw him in uniform, and how delighted I was when
he saluted back, laughing. I knew his name was Sergeant Mike Gifford,
and his wife's name was Maureen. Next to my mom, she was the most
beautiful woman I'd ever seen, with her wavy red hair and light
complexion. I remember how Dad laughed and Mom didn't know what to say
when I asked her why Mrs. Gifford was rounder at the top and bottom than
she (my mom) was.

A few years went by, and I remember when Maureen went to the hospital,
and came home a few days later with a baby boy. Everyone in the
neighborhood did what they could to help the couple out; me, I was
charged with making sure their grass was mowed every Saturday. Mom took
food over, and Dad helped the young man fix his car, along with a few
other helping-hand kinds of chores. By that time, I wasn't saluting him
any more, but he was still friendly and helpful to me - even taking me
onto the nearby military base to teach me how to use a gun, with Dad's
permission.

Then, a few months later, he went away and never came back. I heard Mom
and Dad talking about some kind of training accident, but really didn't
understand about it - even when I heard on the news a few days later
that there was something called a 'class action lawsuit' against a
company that made helicopters for the military, and how some of the
parts they'd used weren't as good as they were supposed to be. Only
later did I learn that she'd gotten a piece of the settlement from that
lawsuit - enough to let her buy the house, as opposed to just renting it
as they'd started out doing, and giving her enough regular income that
she only had to work part time.

Anyway, after that happened, Mom and Dad made sure that any time Mrs.
Gifford needed help with anything, she got it. Sometimes, it was Dad
going over to work on her car, other times Mom would take care of their
baby. Me, I was still in charge of making sure the grass in the yard
didn't get too high, or helping her carry and move stuff. I didn't mind
doing that for her - she was pretty and nice to me by giving me
something to eat and drink after I helped her. Along the way, I kind of
'adopted' her young son, Matthew, teaching him the kinds of kid stuff a
boy needed to learn - like spitting, making body noises, baseball, and
all the rest.

As the next few years went by, and I started to grow up and out (it
seemed that I was outgrowing my clothes on a daily basis) I continued to
help Mrs. Gifford - or as she asked me to call her, Maureen. In addition
to mowing the yard for her, I was also asked to come over and do the odd
bit of handyman work: hanging a picture, fixing a leaky pipe, putting up
a shelf, and so on. None of it was particularly hard, and Maureen was
always willing to act as my 'go-fer' and try to help me as much as she
could. When I noticed how nice girls were and started going out with
them, I used Maureen as a kind of sounding board for questions that I
couldn't ask Mom: trying to find out what the hell girls were thinking -
if they even WERE thinking - and so on. Maureen never laughed at me, or
made me feel bad; she just tried to answer my questions as best she
could, tried to give me advice (which I actually listened to - Maureen
did better in that respect than Mom and Dad ever did) every so often,
and generally tried to do what she could to keep me 'in line' with the
girls. Maureen was a confidant that I could say almost anything to -
even some of the kinds of stuff that went on between me and the girls I
went out with. It was even Maureen that provided me with the first
package of condoms that I ever had, telling me "James, I know that
things sometimes get kind of... busy when you go out with a girl. I want
you to promise me that any time you and her are going to... be intimate,
you'll use one of these so that there isn't any trouble. Will you
promise me?"

A promise to Maureen was a serious point of honor with me - she'd never
lied to me or misled me, and I was scrupulous about keeping my promises
to her. I tried to wriggle out of promising, but she wasn't having any;
I only got the condoms after she had my word of honor that I'd do as she
said. You can bet I was damn surprised when the time finally did come
that I lost my virginity that I actually remembered my promise to her,
and wore one for that special occasion - and every time after that,
though I bought my own when the package she'd given me ran out. Despite
the bond of trust I had with her, I still wasn't any too enthusiastic
about having her know much or little sexual activity I was engaged in.

After I became sexually active, I finally noticed that Maureen was a
pretty darn good looking woman, even if she WAS in her late twenties:
the same wavy dark red hair and the same fair complexion; what I really
noticed about her was the fact that she was, as I'd heard my dad say,
'built like a brick outhouse': I was approaching six feet, and she only
came up to about nipple level on me; but the shape of her was amazingly
curvy, and compact at the same time. I doubt she weighed a hundred
pounds, but what there was of her was very neatly packaged - trim legs
and waist, an ass that simply wouldn't quit, and a pair of breasts that
made her look somewhat buxom. Once I noticed her, it was all I could do
to take my eyes off of her anytime she was in sight - she was simply
that nice to look at, with a dusting of freckles that started across her
nose and cheeks and slowly thinned out as they disappeared into the tops
of her blouses.

It was a month into the summer after my sophomore year that the
relationship between us changed forever. In some ways, it was for the
better; in other ways, not. But it was definitely changed.

It started out easily enough: I was over at her house, in my handyman
role. She'd decided that she needed to organize the garage storage; I
was there to cut and fit some lumber she'd bought, and turn it into
shelving. Matt was off somewhere with his friends; he'd left with his
baseball glove, telling Maureen that he'd been home in time for supper.

Talking it over with Maureen, we'd decided that the best bet was to
build the shelves from the bottom toward the top - that way, they
wouldn't be too high for her (something she laughingly 'complained'
about). I'd gotten the first few rows of shelves done, and was up on a
stepladder putting in another one when I looked down to see if Maureen
had the hardware I needed to make sure it didn't fall down. Maureen was
right there, her self-appointed task being to get me stuff so I didn't
have to keep climbing up and down the ladder, holding the ladder steady,
and just being around if I needed any help. Any thoughts of hardware
left my mind when I looked down at her and realized that I had a pretty
damn good view down the front of the blouse she was wearing: I could
readily make out the top halves of her full, creamy breasts; I could see
plainly nearly all the way down to her nipples, since it was patently
obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel myself
starting to respond to the view I had, and it took her a couple times of
calling my name before I responded. She looked up at me in concern and
asked if I was okay. I answered that I'd just gotten distracted for a
moment ('distracted' was better than admitting I'd been eyeballing her
tits), and that I was okay. She didn't look entirely certain about that,
but let it go in favor of lowering her head again.

I saw her start to blush a few moments later, and knew immediately that
she'd seen my stiffening dick tenting the front of my jeans shorts - and
had probably realized what had gotten me that way. She stammered out
that there was something in the house that she had to do, handed me the
screws and things that she'd been holding, and all but ran inside. I
finished getting the shelf fastened into place, and was standing on the
garage floor again when she reappeared about five minutes later,
noticeably more calm and relaxed - though a bit flushed.

As we put up the last shelf, I realized that Maureen was standing in
almost the perfect place and position for me to be able to keep looking
down her blouse. At the same time, I could tell that she was
deliberately not looking up at me as she usually did. I started to
wonder if she wasn't giving me a look at her tits on purpose, and not
looking up at me so that she wouldn't embarrass me - looking down at
her, I just knew she couldn't help but see how the front of my shorts
was tented out from the view she was giving me. By the time I got the
shelf secured, I was seriously confused about the situation.

After I climbed down off the ladder, Maureen asked if I'd like something
to eat and drink, just as she usually did. Being a teenage boy - that
is, a sneaker-shod appetite - I was more than happy to accept her offer.
Together, the two of us put away the tools and leftovers from the
shelving project and went into the house. There, I took a seat at the
little 'lunch counter' between the kitchen and dining area while she
went about making me a sandwich, putting it on a plate with some potato
chips, and bringing it over to me, along with a soda. As I started to
eat, she took a seat on the other side of the counter from me.

We chatted about a couple of other things that she'd wanted to do to the
house while I ate; I told her what I thought she would need in the way
of materials, and she carefully wrote them down on a small notepad. When
I was done with the food, she took the plate and set it next to the sink
before coming back to the counter and sitting down again. I watched as
she started to speak a couple of times before she stunned me by asking
"James, do you think I'm pretty?"

It took me a couple of seconds before I could answer "Uh, yeah, I do,
Maureen."

She gave me a strange smile, and said "Even though you're only sixteen,
and I'm nearly thirty?"

"Well, uh, yeah."

She went on to ask "Have you looked down my blouse before you were doing
it out in the garage today?"

I could only sit there for several long seconds before I felt myself
blushing as I answered "Um, no."

"Have you been looking at me any other ways? Have you thought about
me... sexually?"

I was getting distinctly uncomfortable about the questions she was
asking, but didn't dare lie to her - she was even better than Mom and
Dad about knowing when I was 'fudging' things. "I... Yeah, I have", I
finally admitted.

"Yeah, you have to which? Or both?"

"Both" I grudgingly conceded.

Much to my surprise, she didn't get upset with me, or say anything about
telling Mom and Dad what I'd done and said. Instead, she just sat there
for a minute or two, looking at me as though she hadn't really seen me
before. After what I'd just said to her, I suppose she figured she
hadn't. Still, I wasn't anywhere NEAR ready for the next question she
had for me: "I expect that you've been having sex with some of the girls
that you've gone out with, haven't you?"

Again, I knew I couldn't lie, and quietly answered "Yeah, some of them."

"I don't doubt that you've enjoyed it - but do you think they have?"

I could feel myself blushing, but still answered "I dunno. I guess so."

She looked at me strangely for a few seconds, then said "If you 'dunno'
and 'guess so', then I figure that they haven't, really. What do you
think?"

"I guess maybe not as much", I admitted.

"I guess maybe you're right", she said, then added "What - if anything -
do you figure to do about that?"

The questions she was asking were making me very uncomfortable, making
it even harder for me to think about what she'd just asked. I finally
answered "I don't know - it's not like there's a course in school about
it or anything."

"Do you want to make the girls feel as good as you do?"

"Uh, well, sure."

"If you had the chance, would you be willing to have sex with someone
else to learn how to make the girls happier? Even if that someone was
older than you are, and you would have to let HER be in charge about
what you do and how you do it?"

I couldn't see where any of this was going, but said "Sure I would. But
where am I going to find someone like that?"

Maureen gave me another strange smile, and said "Right here."

I still wasn't getting it, and looked around to see who she could be
talking about before asking "Where?"

She laughed, and said "Here, James. Sitting right across from you. ME."

As much as I had thought about Maureen in a physical way, I was still a
long way from being able to make the jump from eyeballing her body, and
facing the possibility of actually being able to do anything with her.
All I could do was stammer out "How... why... what..." as my mental
circuit breakers tripped.

She sat there patiently as I tried to stop my mind from going around in
circles. When I was finally able to give her my full attention, she told
me "The 'what' is that I am going to teach you how to properly have sex
- even make love - with your girlfriends. The 'how' is that you're going
to come over here every several days to help me with the projects that
we were just talking about; they'll take longer than expected because
when you come over here, the two of us will go up to the bedroom, where
I will teach you how to please a woman. The 'why' is simple: it's been
all too long since I had sex with anyone except myself, and I'm damn
well going to correct that little oversight - with your help."

That comment about having sex with herself rang in my ears, and I
couldn't help asking "You... You, uh, touch yourself? Girls do that,
too?"

She laughed before answering "Yes, James, I touch myself. Didn't you
wonder why I was still a little red when I came back out into the
garage? When I realized that you had gotten hard - just from looking
down my blouse, I figured - it was more than I could stand. I HAD to go
into the bathroom and get myself off - it took only a minute when I
started thinking about what you might look like. And yes, girls do that,
too - maybe even more than guys!"

It was almost more than I could handle: the ideas that Maureen not only
had sexual desires, AND that girls were able/willing to take care of
those desires by themselves. The image of Maureen masturbating in the
bathroom had me sprouting a full-blown erection in nothing flat. Then I
realized that she was still sitting right there in front of me, and felt
my ears getting hot.

She looked at me in curiosity for a moment before she brightened and
asked "You're hard now, aren't you? Thinking about me?"

I didn't trust myself to speak; I could only nod my head just a little
bit to confirm what she'd just asked.

To my surprise, she got a pleased look on her face and said "Good.
Because what I want right now, more than anything else in the world is
to have a nice, hard, dick inside me!"

I found myself stunned yet again, not only at the language she'd just
used, but by her open admission of her desires.

I was still sitting there, my mind on overload, when she got up and came
around to my side of the counter - where she quietly went about the
business of taking off the blouse she'd been wearing. I could only sit
there as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the creamy flesh of her
cleavage before opening it completely, exposing herself to me. My body
was still frozen in place, but my eyes and mind took over as I looked
over the view she was offering me. To this day, I'm still amazed that my
first thought was to look to see where the freckles on her faded out
under her blouse - and on seeing that they disappeared on the upper
slopes of her breasts, found myself with a new task: trying to memorize
the wondrous orbs that were her breasts. I'd seen my girlfriends' tits,
of course, but hers were somehow... different.

She wasn't much larger than most of the girls that I'd gone out with -
it was just that on her petite body, they looked larger. Each was a cone
of pale pink flesh, capped with small, dark pink areolas and nipples
that looked to be a half-inch long; her areolas were tight and puckered
her nipples visibly erect and hard. I watched her breasts sway slightly
as she moved to slip her blouse off and toss it to the side. She
continued to stand there in front of me, giving me a full, unimpeded
view of the most obvious symbols of her womanhood.

My eyes stayed on her breasts - at least, until I realized that she'd
moved her hands to her waist, and was unfastening the jeans that she was
wearing. My breath caught in my throat when I watched her unfasten, then
unzip her jeans and slowly peel them down her legs - underneath, I could
see that she had on a pair of small, sheer panties that made it possible
for me to make out not only the general size and shape of her pubic
hair, but it's color, as well: red, just a few shades darker than what
was on her head. When she'd kicked her jeans loose of her feet, she
stood up again - but only long enough to begin sliding her panties off.
I heard myself gasp when her panties dropped below the level of her
pelvis, exposing her fully to my gaze.

Under my eyes, I could see that she had a small wedge of curly red hair
that extended just barely past her pubic bone, forming a narrow 'vee' of
somewhat sparse curly red hair. Looking closer, I could make out what I
knew must be the edges of her vaginal lips among the curls between her
thighs - and felt myself getting even longer and harder in response.

I lost my view of her as she slid her panties past her ankles before
kicking them over next to where her jeans were. That done, she stood
before me again for a bit, giving me the chance to look at her in all
her loveliness. When she was satisfied that I'd had enough of a look,
she stepped forward so that she was right in front of me. Without saying
a word, she took my hands in hers and moved them to her breasts - which
I began squeezing and caressing without further invitation. As I did,
she let her eyes close and her head tilt back, moaning softly in the
back of her throat. I marveled at the soft/firm texture of her breasts,
and how smooth her skin was for a couple of minutes before I got up the
nerve to lean forward and take one of her nipples between my lips. When
I did, she moaned again, louder, before putting her hands in my hair and
guiding my eagerly sucking mouth from one breast to the other, and back
again.

It was only a few moments before I could detect the scent of aroused
female in the air around us, and it comforted me to know that what I was
doing excited her. As I continued nursing at each of her breasts, the
aroma of her became stronger and stronger, until she finally all but
pushed my head back and said "That feels good, James. But I want - no,
need - more. Stand up."

I did as she asked, and wasn't surprised in the slightest when she
latched onto the waistband of my pants, fighting to get them undone. I
was more than ready, and as she unzipped me and slid my jeans shorts and
underwear down my legs, I pulled my tee shirt off, leaving me standing
there as naked as she was, my erect penis pointed toward the ceiling.
When she saw it, Maureen paused only a moment, saying "Dear god, how I
need that!" as she finished sliding my clothes down around my ankles.
After I'd stepped out of them, Maureen dropped to her knees in front of
me and did something that I'd never been able to get any of my
girlfriends to do: take my penis in her mouth and begin sucking on it.

Much to my dismay, she didn't keep it up for long; stopping when she'd
left it with a coating of her saliva. Taking my hips in her hands, she
knee-walked backwards a little bit as she guided me to my own knees in
front of her. Looking up into my face, she said "This time, James, I
just want you to fuck me - just stick it in me and have at it!"

By that point, I was too engrossed in the idea of doing just as she said
to give any thought to the language she was using. She sat back on her
heels, and then moved to lie on her back. Raising her knees, she went on
to spread her legs, opening herself to me in clear invitation. Without
hesitation, I leaned forward and positioned myself between her parted
thighs; a moment's adjustment and I could feel the head of my penis
pressing against her wet opening. She was much shorter than I was: on
top of her that way, I all but covered her body with mine; the top of
her head just reached my chin.

She reached down to take my hips in her hands and pulled on them,
letting me know that she wanted me inside her right now. I pressed
forward with my hips, and felt myself begin to slip into her - but she
was incredibly tight inside, and I barely managed to get the head of my
penis past her entrance, accompanied by a soft groan of pleasure from
her. I eased back a little bit, and pushed forward again, harder - and
felt nearly half my erection slide into her as she groaned again, even
louder. I backed out a little and thrust in again; stopping only when I
felt her pubic hair brushing against mine.

I could barely believe how incredibly hot and wet she was inside - and
she was even tighter around me than any of the girls I'd had sex with
before. I paused a few moments to savor the sensation of having her
wrapped around me that way; my reverie was interrupted by the feeling of
her hunching her hips up at me, trying to get me moving inside her. That
was all the reminder I needed to start doing that very thing.

I arched my hips back, sliding myself out of her slowly; I paused a
moment when nearly my entire length was free of her, then pushed back in
again, burying myself in her yet again. Back out - not so far - then
back in. Over and over, I slowly slid my erect member back and forth
through the clenching ring of her opening. With each of my strokes, I
moved a little more quickly as I became sure that I wasn't going to slip
free of her, and as her increasing wetness made penetrating her even
easier.

In just a minute or so, I was doing just as she'd instructed: just
'having at it', pistoning in and out of her at a steady pace, delighting
in the feel of her as I did so, while she moaned and groaned and gasped
out her pleasure at what I was doing. Much to my surprise, it wasn't
more than a couple of minutes before I felt her vagina clamp down on me
as she softly cried out; I slowed my thrusts into her, and felt a series
of spasms pass through her body, causing her vagina to tighten around me
even more. Then sensation of it was incredible, and I realized that it
was something I'd never experienced with any of my girlfriends - and
shortly on the heels of that, understood that I'd doubtless left them
'wanting'.

Even as I began to pick up the pace of my strokes into Maureen, I
silently vowed that I was going to pay close attention to whatever
instruction and teaching she gave me in the art of pleasuring a woman.

After Maureen's climax - I knew, then, that that's what it had been -
she was even wetter than before, and my continued thrusts into her were
forcing more and more of her fluids out past her entrance, where they
were not only being soaked up by our pubic hair, but also creating a
distinctly liquid tone to the sound of our joining. Again, it occurred
to me that it was a sound that I'd never heard before while having sex,
and it only served to increase my determination to really learn whatever
Maureen might have to teach me.

I had started to increase the tempo of my thrusts into her when I
realized that she was beginning to have still another orgasm - and when
it started for her, slowed myself so that I was penetrating her in
rhythm with the spasms I could feel passing through her body. That
seemed to make it even better for her, judging from the cries she
released as her climax continued.

The feeling of her clenching around me was having an impact on my own
desire, and I could feel myself getting even closer to filling her with
my seed. Without even thinking about it, I started pumping in and out of
her even more quickly as it got closer and closer. Finally, with a loud
groan, I pushed myself as far inside her as I could while jet after jet
of my hot cum erupted from the end of my dick, flooding her insides with
a force that I hadn't experienced with a girl before. The only thing
anywhere close to it was the time I had finally managed to masturbate
myself to my first ever climax.

Maureen's eyes flew open as I emptied myself into her, and I heard her
cry out "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" before her head fell back again.

Finally spent, I still managed to support most of my weight on my arms
so that I didn't crush her beneath me. Her arms were wrapped around my
body, and her ankles had locked at the small of my back as she'd kept
herself open to me while I was moving in her. Once she realized that I
was done, I felt her legs slide from around my waist to rest on the
floor, though she kept her arms around me as she lifted her head to give
me a number of small, soft kisses on my chest.

When my breathing had slowed down a bit more, she reached up to tilt my
head down so that we were looking at each other as she told me "Thank
you, James. It's been a lot of years since the last time I had a man
inside me, and you just reminded me of how much I've missed it."

Not knowing what else to say, I managed to mutter "It, uh, it was my
pleasure" - realizing too late that that particular phrase had more than
one meaning, considering what had happened in the last few minutes.

Maureen grinned, causing me to blush a little. I could feel my penis
starting to wilt inside her, and moved to raise myself up off of her.
She pulled me back down, saying "No, James, you don't have to get up
yet. It feels good to have you in, and on, me. Let's just stay here like
this for a little, okay?"

I wasn't about to argue with her - it felt pretty damn good to me, too,
having my semi-erect penis inside her while her breasts were pressing
into my chest. After a couple of minutes, I realized that I'd shrunk far
enough that it wouldn't be long before I slipped out of her completely.
She seemed to know it, too, and gently pushed on my chest to get me to
rise up enough that we could look at each other as she told me "There's
something I need you to do for me, James. When I tell you, I need you to
get up and go into the kitchen and get one of the clean dishtowels from
the drawer next to the fridge and bring it back to me. I'll need you to
do all that quickly; when you stand up, your semen is going to start
leaking out of me, and I want to catch it with the towel before it can
drip down and stain the carpet. Okay?"

I was a little embarrassed about listening to her talk about catching MY
cum before it stained HER carpet, but told her "Yes, I understand."

She must have seen my discomfort, because she said "Don't be
embarrassed, James. This is what happens when a man and woman have sex."

"Yeah, I know... it's just kind of weird, listening to you ask me to
help you keep from staining your carpet with my... stuff."

She nodded before answering "Okay, I can understand that. I guess it
isn't the kind of thing that you really ever figured to hear. But I do
still need your help."

"Yeah, I'll hurry", I assured her.

She smiled up at me and said "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

I managed to grin back and tell her "Yeah, well, I guess I'll get over
it."

She grinned back for a few moments, and then said "Okay, if you'll get
me that towel whenever you're ready..."

I didn't particularly want to get off of her, but I could feel that the
next move I made would be the one that would 'uncork' us. I took a few
moments to think things through, then with an "Okay, here I go!" pulled
out of her and got to my feet. From there, it was a matter of just a few
seconds before I was back with a towel, just as she'd wanted. I handed
it to her, and watched as she started to position it between her thighs
before being hit with a sense that I was somehow invading her privacy or
something. I began to turn away, but was stopped by the sound of her
voice as she told me "You can watch, if you want to, James - I don't
mind. After what we've just done, having you watch me as I catch your
semen while it leaks out of me is the least of my worries."

Puzzled, I asked "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I just had sex with a minor child - that is, you. Yes, you're a
young man - I'll certainly vouch for the man part! - but you're young;
young as in underage. As I understand the law, if anyone ever found out
what we just did, I could be in as much trouble as some guy that screwed
an under-age girl. It probably wouldn't turn out that way in the real
world, but the legal potential is still the same."

As she'd been talking, she had slowly gotten to her feet, still holding
the towel between her thighs - a sight that I found incredibly erotic,
for some reason. I watched as she pulled the towel away, examined it,
then carefully wadded it up - apparently to make sure that none of my
cum fell onto the floor. Standing there naked in front of me, I could
see the area between her legs, and noticed that there was a small
trickle of fluids running down the inside of one thigh. Again, I
couldn't help it, and felt myself beginning to respond to the sight of
her naked form. She saw my penis twitch and start to grow longer and
thicker again, and looked at me with a mischievous smile before saying
"Think I look sexy, do you, with your cum running down the inside of my
leg?"

"Uh, well, yeah..." I admitted (as if my steadily inflating dick wasn't
evidence of what was on my mind). I was coming to grips with the fact
that she could talk about sex as plainly as any guy I'd ever heard.

"Well, you're going to have to save it for next time. I don't want to
take the chance of Matt coming home and finding us humping like a couple
of rabbits. I'm just glad he didn't show up while we WERE fucking."

The mention of rabbits brought something else to my mind, and I asked
"Uh, Maureen?"

"Yes, James?"

"Um, what about, well, birth control?"

She gave me a wry look and said "It's a little late to be asking about
it now, don't you think? But in answer to your question, there's nothing
to worry about - THIS time. My period ended a couple days ago, so I'm as
safe now as I could be. Before we do this again, though, I'm going to
get something to take care of it."

"I could, um, you know, use a condom" I offered.

She was grinning when she told me "And start boffing me that much
sooner, I expect. No, James, as much as I appreciate the offer, you
don't have to do that - I want to feel you cumming in ME, not some
rubber. Now, if you'll bring our clothes with you, I'll let you have a
shower with me - we can't have you going home smelling like pussy, now,
can we?"

I shook my head, and moved to gather up our clothes as Maureen headed
down the hallway toward her bedroom. I was just a few feet behind her,
and delighted in watching her ass move as she walked ahead of me. I
followed her into the bedroom, where she directed me to lay our clothes
on the bed in 'his and hers' piles. I did as she instructed, and she
took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom where she deposited the
towel in a clothes hamper. Unsure of what else to do, I just stood there
watching her as she got the showerhead in the bathtub started, then
adjusted the temperature. When she was finally satisfied, she turned
around to see me standing there looking at her, my eyes wandering over
her body. She smiled, and turned to face me before asking "Like what you
see, James? Not bad for pushing thirty, eh?"

I couldn't stop myself from replying "You look beautiful!"

"Sometimes I don't feel so beautiful, but thank you. Now, come on and
get in here with me so we can get you home in something close to normal
condition" she told me as she turned and got into the shower, leaving
the shower curtain pulled a little to the side for me.

In just a couple of seconds, I was in there with her, and was only
mildly surprised when she turned and wrapped her arms around me, hugging
me tightly. I put my arms around her in return, and hugged back, feeling
her firm breasts pressing into me as her pubic hair tickled my thigh.
After a few moments, the hug ended; she pulled back from me a little to
look up at me and say "Thank you again, James. I meant what I said: it's
been a long, long time since I was with a man, and it felt really,
really good to have you inside me. But I want to remind you that what we
did was still 'wrong', according to the law - I'd be in a lot more
trouble than you would, simply because I'm an adult, and you're not. But
there would still be consequences for you, too - not the least of which
would be your parents."

"I understand, Maureen. Even if we were never like that again, I'd never
tell anyone about it."

She nodded before telling me "Good. I'm not trying to lay a guilt trip
on you, or anything like that. I just want to make sure that you know
that you can't do or say anything that would make people think there was
anything happening between us."

"I know - and I promise you, I'll be careful" I replied.

"Thank you, James. Now, would you like to wash my tits?" - the last with
a mischievous grin on her face as she handed me the soap.

I'd seen tits and all the rest before - but always in the dim light in
the back seat of a car, or in a darkened room; and never with the
freedom to look and touch that the lovely Maureen was offering me. It
was an opportunity that I took full advantage of.

From her beautiful face and slender neck all the way down to her
graceful feet, my hands wandered her body as my eyes drank her in. The
earlier all-too-brief feel of her breasts was replaced by several
minutes of squeezing and caressing and playing with them as water
dripped off her nipples. The abbreviated look I'd gotten before of her
muff and pussy was supplanted with several more minutes worth of intense
examination - from running my fingers through the russet of her bush to
being able to manipulate her vaginal lips and even slide a finger into
her still-hot insides, I had the chance to educate myself with the
complexities and beauty that made up the female genitals. I learned,
from close and careful observation, that her inner lips were thin and
short, almost delicate in appearance; that her clitoris was the size of
a pea and very sensitive; that the wetness of her vagina increased
dramatically as she got more and more aroused - even to the point that
some of her fluids would actually drain out of her, forming a trail of
wetness down the inside of her thigh.

Finally, regrettably, there was nothing left to wash on her, and no
pretext of making sure she was clean - the only thing left on her was my
fingerprints. That meant that it was her turn to wash me, next.

What she did to me was pretty much the same thing as I'd done to her -
though she had to reach up to do my neck and shoulders. For some reason,
she found MY chest to be as fascinating as I'd thought hers was - I had
been on some of the teams at school, and figured I was in okay shape;
her hands spent a lot of time on my pectorals and abdominal muscles. Her
attentions finally went below my waist; when she took my semi-erect
penis in her hands, she spent a long time caressing and squeezing it,
making me even longer and harder. I was surprised when she reached
around and started feeling my ass - but that didn't keep my dick from
coming to full hardness where it rested between her beautiful breasts.
She couldn't help but feel the increased pressure, and looked down to
see the effect she was having on me. With a laugh, she looked up at me
and said "For ME? Why thank you, James!" before tilting her head down
and opening her mouth to take me between her lips.

I was again overawed by the sensation of having her mouth wrapped around
me; the feeling was completely different than what her vagina had felt
like - even BEFORE she started using her lips and tongue to stimulate me
even more. I could feel myself getting even harder in her mouth as she
ran her tongue along the underside of my penis, then using it to 'wash'
the glans, paying special attention to the sensitive spot underneath.
While she was doing that, her hands were busy, too: cupping my balls in
her hand, and softly stroking my nut sack.

I began trying to thrust myself even farther into her mouth; she simply
put a hand on my belly to let me know that she wanted to do more than
simply get me off. I managed to restrain myself from grabbing her head
and stuffing my increasingly throbbing dick down her throat; I was
rewarded for my efforts when Maureen decided to take as much of me as
she could into her mouth - and that proved to be a LOT: after a couple
of tries on her part, I could feel the muscles of her throat grasping at
the end of my penis. It was more than I could stand, and I barely
managed to warn her "Maureen! I'm cumming!" before the first wad of my
jism filled her mouth. To my delighted amazement, she didn't immediately
pull her mouth off my dick; rather, she simply pulled back a little bit
and let me fire shot after shot of hot cum into her sucking mouth,
swallowing a couple of times to make more room for the cum that was
continuing to flood her mouth. I'd never gotten a blow job before, and
as I continued to turn inside out through my dick, I swore that this one
wouldn't be my last.

Eventually, though, there simply wasn't anything left in my balls to
give to her, though she continued to suck on me and use her lips to
squeegee my penis clean. When she was done, she let me fall from her
mouth and ran her tongue around her lips to make sure that she hadn't
let any of my spunk get away. She stood up and looked up at me with a
grin, saying "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed that - was it the first
time a girl ever did that to you?"

I hoarsely managed to answer that it was, making her smile even wider
before telling me "Good. Then I got a kind of 'cherry' from you, didn't
I?"

I could only nod, amazed that she could think of something like that -
never mind doing what she'd just done.

Her smile faded a bit as she looked up at me and asked "Surprised,
James? That a girl could, or would, do something like that? Or talk to
you the way I do? Or let you look at me the way you have?"

"Uh, yeah, a little bit, I guess."

She looked at me a little more closely before saying "More than a
little, I'd say. But that's something that you're going to have to
learn, James: girls like to enjoy sex and making love as much as guys do
- if not more. That's why I'm going to teach you what I can about how to
make sure that you give the girls you're with as much pleasure as they
give you. And don't misunderstand why I'm doing it, either: as much as
I'll be teaching you about how to make a girl happy, you're going to be
DOING to make ME happy. Like I told you, it's been entirely too long
since I got laid, and I don't want to have to do without any more than I
have to any longer. So you'll be learning how to make your girlfriends
happy - and getting laid more because of it, I think - while I get the
benefits of being your tutor in sexual matters. I don't have any
illusions that there's ever going to be any kind of long-term
relationship between us, and I'm telling you right now that YOU
shouldn't have any ideas along those lines, either. Do you understand
me?"

I thought about what she'd just told me, and finally answered "Yeah, I
think so. We're not ever going to be a 'couple' - that you're going to
be teaching me about sex so that I can practice it with you."

She looked a bit relieved when she told me "Yes, that about sums it up.
The other reason I want to 'tutor' you about sex is so that for the last
couple of months, I've been wanting to be with a guy more and more - but
I've been afraid of going out and trying to find one. I was afraid that
either they wouldn't think I was pretty enough, or that if I did go to
bed with one, that something would go wrong - that I'd freeze up, or not
be able to enjoy myself or make HIM happy. Then, today, when I saw you
get hard after looking down my blouse, I had the idea of doing something
that would help BOTH of us."

"You've been a dear, sweet boy, James - you've always been ready to come
over here any time I needed something, and you've always been polite and
friendly. I can't tell you how much it meant to me when you let Matt
hang out with you, and helped him learn how to be a boy; I was so
worried that living alone with just me would affect him somehow. It was
after I... got myself off and I was holding the ladder again that it hit
me: just as you taught Matt how to be a boy, I could teach you how to be
a man - and get my own 'itch' scratched at the same time. The only thing
I had to know was whether or not you were already doing as much for your
girlfriends as I was afraid you were. Luckily - for both of us, I think
- you weren't. But with my help, that will change - and in the process,
you'll be helping me, too. Please understand that I'm not saying you're
a bad lover, James - god knows, you satisfied me! - it's just that you
could be a BETTER lover, if you're willing to let me teach you."

To say that I was surprised at hearing all of this, particularly with
Maureen standing there naked and dripping water in front of me, would be
an understatement. As I turned what she'd said to me over and over in my
mind, Maureen turned around to turn the shower off before facing me
again. By that time, I'd managed to get at least a little bit of a
handle on what she told me, and was ready to respond.

"Maureen, I thought I was doing okay with my girlfriends - but after
being with you this afternoon, I know that there's a whole lot more that
I could... should be doing for them. If there's something you can do to
help me with that, I'm all for it. If it turns out that I can make YOU
feel better along the way, then that's even better. I've always liked
you, Maureen - and whether or not I get any benefit out of it, if it
would do you good for us to be together, then I'm more than willing.
Even just now, when we were taking a shower and I got to look at you, I
learned more about girls than I did before. If I can learn that much
just about a girls body from you in one afternoon, then that just makes
me sure that I want to learn how to please them and make them happy." I
said. She looked pleased, and I went on to say "You don't have to worry
that you aren't pretty enough - I promise you, you are. If what we did
this afternoon is any kind of indication, then I don't think you have to
worry about 'freezing up', or not being able to make a guy happy to be
with you. When I, uh, came in you, it was the strongest feeling I've had
since the first time I climaxed - and I want to learn how to have that
feeling again, and be able to have a girl feel it, too."

"I'm happy to hear that, James - and thank you for the compliments; they
make me feel a LOT better. Now, I think we'd better dry off and get
dressed before Matt gets home."

With that, she again took me by the hand and led me out of the tub.
Taking a towel from the rack next to the tub, she began drying me off,
paying careful attention to my groin and chest. When she was done, she
simply handed me the towel, a smile on her face. I dried her off, in
return, with as much attention to HER details as she'd paid to mine.

A few minutes later, both of us were dressed and again sitting at the
counter between kitchen and dining area. She'd gotten each of us a soda
from the fridge, and we sat there working out the details of how and
when I would be able to come over for 'lessons' as we referred to them.

A little while later, Matt got home, and proceeded to tell us about the
baseball game he'd been in, pretty much ending our planning session -
though we'd managed to work something out that could take us through the
rest of the summer.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Maureen casually let Mom
and Dad know that she was planning on making a number of changes and
improvements to her house - giving them a perfectly good reason why I
would be going over there more often and staying longer. She even went
so far as to tell Dad that because of all she would be having me do, she
was thinking about paying me for some of my efforts; then let Dad talk
her out of it. She spent a couple more weeks going about the task of
getting some of the materials she needed for the changes she had in
mind. Along the way, there were a few times that she asked Mom or Dad to
have me stop by, first to help with the planning, then to make sure she
had everything - they didn't have the faintest idea that what really
happened when I got over there was that Maureen and I would get into a
hot-and-heavy necking session that usually ended with both of us naked,
her giving me a blowjob as I fingered her to her own release. It was
during my first 'consultation' that she let me know she'd seen a doctor,
and had started taking the Pill - but that she'd been cautioned that it
wouldn't be fully effective until the start of her next cycle.

You can be sure that I was eagerly looking forward to the time that she
would call me over to 'help' when the end of that first month had gone
by - and was then disappointed when she didn't. It was nearly five weeks
from the time that I'd first looked down her blouse before Mom casually
let me know that Maureen had asked me to come over that night to help
her out. Somehow, I managed not to show the excitement and enthusiasm I
felt when I said that I'd go over after supper.

When I got to her door, I was about to ring the bell when the door
suddenly opened up, making me jump. Then I saw that it was Maureen, who
invited me in, saying "I've been waiting for you, James..."

Inside, and the door closed behind me, I saw that she had, indeed, been
waiting for me: the snug shirt she was wearing made it clear that she
had no bra on underneath it, and that her nipples were hard behind its
material.

Taking me in her arms, she told me "I'm sorry it took so long. First, I
started my period, and I didn't think that you were ready to deal with
that mess just yet; then I had to wait for a time when we'd be alone. It
wasn't until this afternoon, when Matt asked if he could sleep over at
one of his friend's houses that I knew this was the chance we needed."

I hugged her back as she was talking, my hands sliding up and down her
back as I enjoyed the feeling of her nipples pressing into me.

After a few moments, we released each other and Maureen looked up at me
and said "Well, the first order of business is for you to look at the
project I have for you."

Seeing the look of dismay and surprise on my face, she laughed, and said
"James! Remember that the whole reason you're over here is to help me
with these projects. We have to spend at least a LITTLE time on them, in
case anyone asks how they're going. It won't take long, and then we can
begin your lessons!"

Reassured, I followed her - delighted by the way her ass moved in the
shorts she was wearing - to where the first of her projects was to be: a
set of built-in shelves and a desk for Matthew, so that he would have
someplace for his ever-increasing book collection, and a place to study
and do his homework. We actually did talk over what she - and more to
the point, Matthew - wanted, how long it would take ("minus any hanky-
panky" she said, knowing full well THAT wasn't going to happen), and
what we could do to make it take as long as possible while still seeming
to be progressing reasonably. It only took a few minutes with us to come
up with a scheme that fit all our requirements.

That accomplished, and both of us certain about what we'd tell anyone
that asked about it, the next step was Maureen's: with no warning or
hesitation, she peeled off the shirt she was wearing, exposing the upper
half of her body to me before asking "See anything you like, James?"

I admitted that I did, and she laughed before saying "I thought you
would. Now, let's go into my room - I think both of us would be more
comfortable there". She took my hand, and led me across the hall to her
room, where she got a big smile on her face and said "School is now in
session. Take off your clothes!"

I didn't need to be told twice - particularly after she slid her hands
inside the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and began sliding
them down her legs, revealing that she didn't have any more under them
than she'd had under her blouse. In less than a minute, both of us were
as naked as the day we'd been born.

We took a little time to look each other over before Maureen told me "I
think the first thing you should learn about girls is our anatomy. I
know you've seen breasts - mine, and others. What you need to learn now
is the rest of it - the area between our legs. Not just where our vagina
is, so you can get into it; but the rest of our parts, too, so you can
learn how to arouse us, and make us feel good."

I voiced my understanding, and she went on "So, what I'm going to do is
lie down and let you have a look at me - a GOOD look. I know you got to
see all of this when we took our shower together, but that wasn't the
best time for you to actually see and learn everything."

With that, she did just as she'd said she would: moving to lay down on
the bed, her legs spread and her knees up, giving me an unimpeded view
of her genitals. I was struck with a sudden bout of nervousness, and was
slow in moving to join her. She seemed to understand what the problem
was, and waited patiently until I was lying between her feet, my face
just a few inches away from her pelvis.

She grabbed a couple of pillows, and used them to prop up the upper half
of her body, making it possible for her to see where I was looking.
Looking at me, she gently asked "Feeling a bit nervous?"

I admitted that I was, and she told me "Don't be. I'm not much different
than any other girl; it's a pretty safe bet that anything you see on me
will be on her. It might look a little different, but it'll be there.
And don't worry about looking at me like this; it actually kind of turns
me on, as you can probably see."

Once she'd mentioned it, I did notice that the lips around her vagina
were separated, the area between them faintly glistening with her
moisture. Not as much as I'd seen before we had sex the first time, but
still...

She went on to tell me "James, you need to understand that I want you to
look and touch and learn. I'm not embarrassed - not after what we did
last month! - and you shouldn't be, either. Sooner or later, you would
learn all this stuff, anyway. All we're doing is making sure it's
sooner, not later. Please, look and touch and do whatever you want - I'm
here so that you can learn. If you do something that's uncomfortable, or
hurts, then I'll tell you, so that you know not to do it again. But I am
most certainly not going to tell you to stop until you're satisfied that
you've learned what you want to know. Okay?"

I nodded, and that seemed to satisfy her - she simply rested there,
waiting for me to begin my 'studies'.

Still, it took me a few moments before I was ready to move a little
closer so that I could get a better view of her. When I did, I caught
the faint scent of her arousal, and that, more than anything else,
reassured me that she really was okay with being on display the way she
was.

I don't know how long I was between her legs like that - all I'm really
sure of is that she was as patient with my looks and touches and
everything else as I'd been with Matt when I was trying to teach HIM
something. As I moved from bit to bit of her, she calmly told me what I
was looking at or touching - not just the 'common' words, but the
medical terms, as well. In addition, she went on to explain to me what
kind of feelings, sensations, or other things that were involved - such
as how her vaginal lips (labia, she called them) would get longer and
darker the more aroused she was; how her clitoris would get tingly and
how the little cover over it would pull back when she was excited; and
so on. She even went so far as to tell me what kinds of things I could
do to bring about the changes she was describing to me, and encouraging
me to try them to see for myself. Only once did she have to caution me
about something, telling me "A woman's clitoris - yes, that - is very
sensitive to pressure. What you're doing doesn't hurt, but it's
uncomfortable; if you're a little more gentle when you do that, you'll
have a girl asking for more very quickly! Yes, that's it - gently."

By the time I was satisfied that I'd learned all I could for the time
being, it was clear to me that Maureen was more than a little bit
aroused by what I'd been doing to her: her labia were clearly longer and
more separated, and her opening was visibly wet with her juices. My
'lesson' completed, I moved to sit cross-legged between her feet.

I couldn't help looking at her and asking "You're... excited by this?"

She gave me a lopsided grin and answered "Yes, as I'm sure you can see."

"Why?"

I think the question surprised her, but she didn't hesitate to tell me
"It's a number of different things - and I'm not sure I could explain
some of them to you; and another woman wouldn't need the explanation.
Part of it is simply the idea of having you look at me so intimately.
Another part is because of the way you've been touching me, and learning
how to use your hands to arouse me. Then there's the knowledge that when
you're done, I'm going to have you inside me - the anticipation of it.
Finally, and I guess the biggest part of it, is simply the fact that
you're a young, virile man, and I can see that you find me desirable" -
that last part with a Significant Look toward where my erect penis was
waving in the air in time with my heartbeat.

To my surprise, I wasn't embarrassed in the slightest when she noticed
and mentioned my aroused state - I could only figure that some of her
matter-of-fact attitude about bodies and sexuality was starting to rub
off on me.

What did get my attention though was something she'd said.

"You said that when I was done, you would have me inside you?" I asked.

She smiled, and said "I figured you'd hear that part. Yes, when you're
done, you'll be inside me."

"Well, I'm done" I told her, grinning.

She just grinned back, saying "Are you now? Well, I guess the next part
is up to me, then", her words confusing me a little.

She must have seen the effect on my face because she went on to tell me
"What I want to do this time is something that I've always enjoyed,
although you might not have experienced it yet."

My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked "What's that?"

"This time, you're going to be on the bottom, and I'm going to be on
top!"

Thinking back to the few porno magazines I'd seen, I knew what she was
talking about - and she was right, I hadn't been able to try that
position before.

"What do I need to do?" I asked, "Besides lay down, I mean."

She gave me a mischievous grin, and said "That's about it - that, and
enjoy it!"

I grinned back, and moved up to lie next to her, my hand reaching for
her breast. Cupping it, I slowly ran my thumb across her nipple,
marveling again how her areolas would pucker and her nipple would get
longer and harder in response. When the one nipple was standing tall and
proud, I moved my hand to give the other the same treatment - and got
the same response as Maureen's breathing slowly increased and she
released a soft moan, deep in her throat.

I soon replaced my hand with my mouth, licking and sucking on her
breasts and nipples, causing them to stand out even more as she gasped
her pleasure at what I was doing. I soon detected the unique scent that
told me she was becoming more and more aroused; I let my hand drift down
her body to begin a new exploration between her thighs. She readily
spread them for me, inviting my touch on her most intimate places.

My first touch was to softly run my finger between her vaginal lips
several times, coating it with her oils, before pressing against her
opening. She moaned softly, and lifted her hips in welcome to my soft
probe. Gently, I pressed my finger against her entrance, nudging the
tight ring of her opening apart to allow me to enter her. She was very
wet inside, and I didn't have any trouble sliding my rigid digit inside
her, all the way to the base of my finger. My palm was cupped around her
mons, and I got the idea to begin softly massaging her clitoris as I
slid my finger in and out of her tight opening. When I did that, she
groaned deep in her throat before telling me "Oh, James - that feels so
good!"

After a bit, I could feel that she had loosed up a bit inside;
remembering how tight she'd been before, I thought I should try opening
her up a bit more by adding a second finger to the first. In short
order, I had both my ring and middle fingers deep inside her, both of
them well-coated with the ample lubrication she was producing.

Even as I was slowly finger-fucking her, my mouth was still busy -
softly sucking on her breasts, my lips tenderly pulling on her nipples.
By that time, she was moaning almost continuously, her breath coming is
short pants as her arousal continued to grow. I could hear and feel her
getting closer and closer to an orgasm, so I wasn't surprised when she
finally released a soft cry before her body froze as a series of waves
rippled through her vagina, clamping down on my fingers. I continued to
suck on her nipples and massage her clitoris even as I heard and felt it
as she cycled through the sexual release I'd managed to bring her.

After she finally relaxed, I carefully withdrew my fingers from her
still-twitching vagina; she surprised the hell out of me by reaching
down to take my hand and bring it up to her mouth, where she went about
licking her juices from her fingers, her eyes locked on mine as she did
it. I felt my penis twitch when she took each of my fingers in her mouth
and sucked on it to make sure she'd gotten all of her oils off of it.

When she was done, she gave me a wicked grin before saying "Now, James,
it's MY turn!"

With a gentle nudge, she eased me over onto my back before sitting up
herself. Looking down at me, she said "That felt very good - but I still
need to have you inside me."

From being next to me, she moved down until she was hovering over where
my erect and throbbing penis was waving in the air. A brief glance at
me, and she lowered her head to take me into her mouth, sucking on me as
though my penis was a particularly tasty lollipop. As she was doing
that, she began twisting her head to bring a whole new set of sensations
to my saliva-slick member.

Once she was satisfied that I was fully erect (!!) and well-lubricated
with her saliva, she rose up again and moved to straddle my waist. I
could only look up at her, her passion clear on her face as she reached
down between her legs to grasp my penis. She rose up again; then moved
back slightly, positioning the tip of my erection against her opening.
Holding me steady, she looked deep into my eyes as she slowly began to
impale herself on my pole. The way she was spread, I could easily see
the entrance to her vagina, and watched, mesmerized, as her hot, wet
sheath slowly enveloped my erection in a single slow, steady motion.

With my full length buried in her, she closed her eyes and paused a few
moments as though savoring - as I was - the sensation of having me
inside her again. Then I felt her vagina tighten slightly, and saw that
she was raising herself up again, letting nearly half my length slip
free before lowering herself again. A moment later, she did it again,
then again. Each time she settled back onto me, it was a little easier
for me to slide into her.

A few more such cycles - each a little longer and faster - went by
before she switched over to something different: getting her legs under
her, she moved to squat over me and begin slowly bouncing up and down,
raising herself nearly all the way off of me before coming back down
again. That went on for a couple of minutes before her legs apparently
began to tire; then she switched back to straddling me again, leaned
forward - her breasts were just out of reach of my lips - and began an
arching of her back that only moved her along about a quarter of my
penis; but it was the LAST quarter, meaning that each downward thrust of
her hips brought her fully against my pelvis, taking as much of me
inside as she could manage. I wasn't the best-hung guy in any of my
physical education classes, but I was definitely at the 'gifted' end of
normal - and I could feel the head of my penis lightly touching the
deepest part of her with each arching of her hips, accompanied by her
soft groan of pleasure at the penetration.

The sensation was incredible, and I fought to try and maintain some
sense of control over my approaching climax. But the feelings she was
creating were intense; I managed to gasp out "Maureen! I'm getting
close!"

She opened her eyes at my words, and stopped her movement over me,
saying "Fight it, James! Think about something else - something to
distract you!"

With the sensations around my penis gone, it was a lot easier for me to
do as she said; still, even as I was trying to remember my stats on the
baseball team, I could feel her clenching her vaginal muscles around me.
After a little bit, the urge to empty myself into her had passed, and I
looked up to see her watching me carefully. I nodded that I was ready,
and she leaned forward to put her hands on either side of me and begin
rocking back and forth to slide herself along my length - something that
left her doing almost the exact opposite of what she'd been doing
before: sliding herself on and off the three quarters of my penis that
had stayed inside her previously.

The feeling of it was tremendous - and nowhere near as stimulating as
feeling myself 'bottoming out' in her vagina. Apparently, though, it
worked for her - it took only a minute or two of rocking back and forth
on my dick before she pushed herself back on it as she cried out "Oh,
God, I'm cumming!"

I could feel her vagina clenching around me, and it felt wonderful - but
I had been able to get a little more control over myself with the change
in her movements on me, so I wasn't in any 'danger' of climaxing myself.
Still, I have to admit that it not only felt good, but was fun to watch,
as she went through a fairly serious orgasm. I'd never really had the
chance to watch a woman before as she had an orgasm - Maureen being the
first female that I'd ever knowingly brought to orgasm, and I'd been a
little 'distracted' the first/last time - and it was fun, interesting,
and informative to watch.

Even as I was watching her face, I could feel her body - and more to the
point, her vagina - as spasm after spasm passed through her between her
gasps and moans of pleasure.

When most of it was over for her, I felt her start moving over me again
- slowly at first, sliding herself almost completely off of me before
pushing back again until the tight ring of her opening was around the
base of my penis.

Another minute or two, and she was moving more quickly; as hot and tight
she was inside, I could feel myself begin to approach the point where I
knew I would empty my balls in her. I looked up at her and said "I'm
getting close again"; she responded by looking into my eyes and nodding
her understanding before slowing her self-impalement on me. Rocking
forward a bit, she managed to get her breasts within range of my lips; I
eagerly took advantage of the situation to wrap my lips around each of
her nipples, taking turns sucking on each of them before moving my
attention to the other. It was only a minute before both of them were
standing at attention, her areolas tight and puckered, the peaks of her
breasts glistening with my saliva. With a soft moan, she raised up,
pulling her nipple from between my lips before taking a squatting
position over me with my penis still inside her.

Again, I could clearly see the lips of her vagina; they, and my penis,
fairly shined with her fragrant oils. I looked up to see that she was
watching me, a lusty grin on her face. She gestured with her head that I
should look again; when I did, she moved to lift herself off of me
slightly - an action that caused her labia to extend even farther, as
though trying to hold on to my penis. When only the head of my dick was
inside her, she paused a moment, then began to lower herself; I watched
as her glistening lips first disappeared inside her before more and more
of my penis followed them until her russet pubic hair was blended with
my own dark curls. I had two simultaneous sensations: the clenching ring
of her vaginal opening at the very base of my erection, and the faint
pressure of the head of it pressing against the deepest part of her. It
was a sensation I've felt only a few times since; then, with her, it was
the first time, and it was an experience that served only to make me
even harder inside her.

I looked up into her face, and clearly saw her combined pleasure,
desire, and what I can only describe as pure, unadulterated lust.

I felt her press herself down against me even more, gaining only a tiny
fraction of an inch more of my penis inside - but it was apparently
enough, since she moaned loudly when she was done. We stayed like that
for several seconds before she moved to lift herself up again - slowly
and with great deliberation. I watched again as my penis slowly
reappeared from the depths of her womanhood; only when her upward
movement stopped did I notice that the hood of her clitoris had pulled
back, exposing her pea-sized clitoris.

Without even thinking about it, I reached between us and collected a
sample of her oils on my fingertip, then gently ran it across her erect
clitoris - drawing a loud groan from Maureen in reply. I did it again,
with similar results; then again and again. With each caress of her
sensitive nubbin, her groans became louder and her breath came faster
and faster. After a minute or so, though, she started moving on top of
me again - first slowly lowering herself back onto my penis, and then
lifting herself up again.

Because of the way she was positioned over me, the only contact between
us was the slight pressure of her ankles next to my waist, her hands on
my chest, and - to our mutual delight - the sensation of her tight
sheath around my manhood. It was only a few moments before the only
feeling I was aware of was how her hot, wet channel enveloped and
released my sensitive penis as she started moving herself up and down on
it more and more quickly - and with more and more force, almost slamming
herself onto me on the downward strokes.

The sensation was entirely unlike - and infinitely more intense -
anything I'd experienced before then, and it wasn't long before I could
feel myself getting close to emptying my balls in her.

It must have been having a similar effect on Maureen. Even as I heard
her release a loud cry, she impaled herself on me one more time,
pressing herself downward to take as much of me inside as she could as
she threw her head back. I felt the walls of her vagina clenching at me
- and much to my surprise, it felt as though the deepest part of her was
almost... well, sucking on me. Between the clenching around the rest of
me, and the faint, but distinct, pulling around the head of my penis,
that was all I needed to begin squirting jet after jet of my cum deep
inside her. I managed a brief look to where we were joined, and saw that
the lips of her vagina were pulsing slightly in time with the spasms I
could feel going through the rest of her; that sight was enough to make
my second shot of cum erupt nearly as strongly as the first had.

My hands somehow found her breasts, and I gently pulled and pinched her
nipples in time with the clenching of her vagina around my erupting
penis - something that only seemed to make her inner muscles grasp at me
that much harder.

Still, as all good things must, our respective climaxes eventually
slowed and faded. I think that mine ended first: I can remember looking
up at her as I panted my release and watching as she first let her head
drop, then her eyes open.

It took a few moments before she was able to focus on me; when she did,
she gave me a broad smile, her pleasure and satisfaction clear on her
face as she told me "Thank you, James - that was wonderful!"

I could only grin back up at her - she clearly knew that I'd enjoyed it,
too.

After what she'd told me the first time, about wanting me to stay inside
her, I wasn't surprised when she didn't do anything to get off of me
right away - I could feel that I was still mostly hard, due mostly to
the way her internal muscles would tighten around my penis every so
often.

Still, I could see that she was tired, too, and I had an idea. I thought
it through for a moment, the suggested "Maureen? If I bend my legs up a
little, I think you could kind of use them as a backrest, so you could
sit on me, instead of sitting over me like that."

She thought about what I said for a few moments, and nodded, saying
"Yes, I think I'd like that..."

She leaned forward again - her breasts swayed ever so slightly in front
of me - and she moved to reposition her legs as I brought my feet up,
bending my legs behind her. She hesitated a moment, and then said "While
I'm at it, why don't I grab a couple of pillows so you can sit up, too?"

I voiced my agreement, and when she stretched out for them, managed to
get my lips around one of her nipples. She hesitated, looked down at me
with a smile on her face, and went on to pull a couple of pillows next
to me. With the necessary materials at hand, she had me sit up and
quickly positioned the pillows so that they would support me before
leaning back - pulling her nipple from my mouth - to rest against my
legs. At no point during the process had she lifted herself off of me
enough to let even a little bit of my penis slip out.

With the two of us facing each other (well, mostly), she surprised the
hell out of me by asking "So, James, how's your summer going?" - then
laughing when I answered "Pretty darn good, so far!"

From there, the next several minutes were spent simply talking to each
other - her asking me about school and so on, and me answering. The
whole time, her vagina continued to twitch around my penis, greatly
increasing the time it took for me to soften inside of her. It was
probably a good ten minutes before she finally told me "Well, I think
it's time for us to get cleaned up, don't you?" - and even then, I was
still half-hard inside her.

I reluctantly agreed, but brightened considerably when she asked "Of
course, you'll be taking a shower with me, right?"

The prospect of another shower with her perked me right up. Even so, I
still had the presence of mind to watch - with Maureen fully aware that
I was doing so - as she slowly lifted herself up, letting my penis pull
free of her, releasing a small flood of our juices to first drip out
onto my pubic thatch, then slowly start trickling down the inside of one
of her thighs. Again, the sight of it flipped some switch in my head,
and I could feel myself start to get hard again. Maureen just laughed,
and said "James, you are never going to have trouble convincing a girl
that you think she's sexy, even after she's made love with you!"

I felt myself blush a little; Maureen just smiled and took my hand to
lead me into her bathroom.

Some time later - after the hot water ran out, in fact - we were dried
and dressed, facing each other just inside her front door as we said our
goodbyes before I went back home.

The following weekend, I actually got started on the desk and
bookshelves for Matt - both because Maureen and I agreed that there had
to be some discernible progress on her projects, and (mostly) because
Dad came over to do some 'regular maintenance' on her car: changing the
oil, and a couple of other relatively minor things. Neither one of us
was willing to risk doing anything more than do a little groping and
fondling when no one was looking.

Dad came up to see what I was doing, and seemed to understand when I
told him that I was taking my time on the project so that it would look
as good as possible. With it being a 'built-in', he understood, and told
me to take my time and do it right. What he didn't know was that I was
actually 'padding' the job as much as I could, so that I could have
'lessons' with Maureen and still work on it enough to make the progress
seem reasonable. It was something Maureen and I had worked out to cover
the amount of time I spent over at her place, as compared to the visible
progress on her projects.

It was another week before there was another chance for Maureen and me
to have a 'lesson'. Once in her bedroom, I had a brief 'refresher' on
female anatomy (I'd actually had a couple questions come to mind, and
Maureen was more than willing to let me 'backtrack' a bit) before the
next lesson.

Oral sex was something I'd heard about, and been on the receiving end,
courtesy of Maureen. But being on the giving side of it was a totally
new experience - one that I wasn't any too sure I wanted any part of -
at least, not until Maureen brought me to a mind-blowing climax using
only her mouth. With that, I was at least willing to give it a try.

When my head was between her thighs, I paused a few moments to look her
over yet again. Her labia were about medium-thick, but obviously soft;
they were slightly parted and readily visible amidst the dark red curls
of her pubic thatch. Above them, her clitoris was starting to make its
appearance; below, the dark rosette of her anus was easily visible. But
it was her labia - and particularly the area between them - that had my
attention: glistening faintly with her juices as her labia slowly
darkened and extended even further as her arousal increased.

The sight of her both delighted and fascinated me - delighted that her
visibly increasing arousal was because of me, and fascinated by the
sight of it. Still, I didn't forget what I was there for, and after a
moment to gather up my nerve, I extended my tongue far enough to run the
very tip of it between her vaginal lips.

As it was, I got only a slight taste of her. But between the scent and
sight of her, it was enough: I was more than ready to try it again. The
second pass of my tongue along her cleft was a bit slower and deeper; I
got a full sample of the musky/sweet taste of her, and knew that 'eating
pussy' was something I really wanted to do - and do well so the girl
would let me do it again and again and again...

It wasn't long before I was lapping at her labia and opening as though
she was an ice cream cone that I wanted to consume before the hot sun
melted it. Still, I managed to listen to her and pay attention to the
things that she told me; it was only a few minutes before I was able to
bring her the first of several orgasms I gave her with my tongue and
lips. From gently pulling on her erect clitoris with my lips, to
fluttering my tongue across it; softly sucking and 'chewing' her labia
with my lips; penetrating her as far as I could with my tongue, as
though fucking her with it - I tried anything and everything I could
think of, stopping only when she all but begged me to with the claim
that she simply couldn't climax any more.

As I pulled my head back, I could see that the area between her thighs
was drenched; a

sensation of coolness on my face told me that those same fluids were
smeared across my lips and cheeks, as well.

I moved up to lay next to her, only to be overwhelmed by the ferocity of
the hug she gave me and amazed when she not only kissed me fiercely, but
went so far as to stick her tongue in my mouth: I could still taste her,
and didn't doubt for a moment that she could taste herself, too.

Only when she'd released me and rolled onto her back did she see the
mixture of passion and surprise I was feeling. It took her only a moment
to figure out what was on my mind, and she asked "You're shocked that I
would still kiss you like that after you just finished using your mouth
on me?"

"Uh, not shocked, I think, but kinda surprised, yeah", I admitted.

She gave me a wry smile before telling me "Don't be. Remember, I told
you that girls can - and do! - take care of their own physical desires
as much as guys do. And I think every girl wonders at some point what
she smells and tastes like - and finds out. Don't tell me that you
haven't wondered what YOUR stuff smells and tastes like, and that you
haven't at least tried to smell it!"

I felt myself blush a bit, and she said "There, see what I mean? Whether
you like what YOU smell and taste like or not, I like the way I do, and
I'm not ashamed to admit it. If it doesn't bother me - I kinda like it,
actually - then it shouldn't bother you. Okay?"

It took me only a moment to realize that she had a point - after all,
SHE had been the one to kiss ME and stick her tongue in my mouth.
Another moment, and that was all I needed to decide that if it didn't
bother her, there wasn't anything for ME to fuss about, and let it go.

Lying next to her, I put my arm across her, cupping her breast in my
hand. Maureen just lay there looking at me for a few moments before
saying "James, you're doing just exactly what a girl wants her guy to do
after he's given her a climax: just be with her - show her that you
weren't just out to get your own jollies; that you care for her even
AFTER you've had sex."

I couldn't help responding by telling her "But Maureen, I DO care for
you!"

She gave me a sad smile and answered "I know, James. It's just that it's
been so long since I had anyone like this - not only bringing me as much
pleasure as you do, but just being here with me."

There wasn't anything I could say in answer to that; the two of us lay
there cuddling for a little while before I asked "Uh, Maureen?"

"Yes?"

"Do, uh, all girls smell and taste like you do?"

She laughed softly, and answered "I really don't know, James. I haven't
tasted very many girls, but the few that I know about, the answer to
your question is 'the same, only different'"

It took me a few seconds to digest her admission that she'd tasted other
girls before I asked "You said you've, uh, tasted other girls?"

She laughed softly again, and answered "Yes, James, I have. Just like
boys probably try a few things with each other, girls try each other
out, too. It wasn't very many, but there were a few."

"What was it like?" I couldn't help asking.

"Different. I mean, once I knew what I was like, the next thing was to
start wondering if other girls were the same as me. Me and some of my
friends, we found out - we were all a little different, but a little bit
the same, too."

I digested that bit of information before asking "Can you tell me about
it?"

"I don't think so - again, I don't have the words to explain it to a
guy, and a girl would pretty much know without having to ask. Don't
worry - if the last little while is any indication, I think you're going
to have lots of fun finding out for yourself!" - the last with a teasing
note in her voice.

I could only grin as I told her "Yeah, I think it WOULD be fun, at
that!" before giving her a gentle hug.

A little while later, it was finally time for us to clean up with a
mutual shower.

Maureen and I were only able to have one more 'lesson' before school
started that fall - it was a marathon session of '69' that left both of
us sweaty and exhausted.

By the time I had to start school, I had finished one of the projects
Maureen had mapped out. Matt joined the Cub Scouts, something that
Maureen and I both saw as a chance to be alone during his meetings. But
with most of my days in school, and a fair chunk of my evening spent
doing homework, there weren't a whole lot of chances for us to get
together, even so.

One thing that Maureen insisted on was that if I had the chance, I
should make sure and go out with some of the girls from school. Even
though we'd talked about it, I was still surprised that she was so
adamant about it, but Maureen explained by telling me "James, as long as
you're going out with girls your own age - something I do NOT mind -
then it's never going to occur to anyone that there might be anything
happening between you and me. But if you DON'T go out with girls from
school, then people are going to start wondering why. Not only can't we
afford to have anyone thinking that way, but the whole reason you're
coming over here for 'lessons' is so that you can use what you learn
with me to make your real girlfriends happy. Remember, we are not a
couple!" It made sense, of course - and as much as I liked being with
Maureen, I had to admit that I still wanted to go out with girls my own
age - so I did.

It wasn't until the mid-term report cards came out that things fell into
place for me and Maureen. I was doing pretty good in most of my classes
- generally getting an 'A' or 'B' in them. The one subject that I simply
couldn't get a handle on, though, was Literature. Sure, I did okay in
English; it was when I had to try and explain the 'symbolism' of stuff
like "Moby Dick" and "Watership Down" that I fell flat on my face. I
could read the books and remember the characters and plot and such; I
just couldn't see what the teacher was telling us the author was saying.
As a result, all my study and effort resulted in a 'D' in that class -
something that Mom and Dad were not pleased about. They didn't rag on me
because both of them knew that I really was trying; they just weren't
happy that I couldn't do any better than that.

All of us were sitting at the supper table one night when Mom told us
that she'd been talking to Maureen, and had said something to Maureen
about my Literature grade. It turned out that Maureen had majored in
English Literature in college before getting married, and she had
offered to 'tutor' me in that subject. When I heard what Mom said, it
was all I could do to keep a straight face - if she only KNEW what else
Maureen wanted to teach me!

But I knew that not only was Maureen's offer to tutor me a way for me to
get my grade point average back up, but an excuse for the two of us to
be together, as well - so I put up only a token protest to the idea of
going over to Maureen's house a couple times a week for 'study
sessions'.

With that settled, it didn't take much longer to get the details worked
out: I would go over to Maureen's house on Tuesday nights when Matt was
at his Cub Scout meeting to eliminate one possible distraction. Then I'd
go over on Saturday afternoons to work on Maureen's projects, followed
by another study session.

The first time I went over to Maureen's for a study session, I wasn't
surprised that she actually expected to try and teach me about the book
I was reading at the time (Animal Farm, of all things). I'd finished
reading the book, and was able to give Maureen a fairly decent
explanation of the plot and characters in it - something that seemed to
please her. It was when she asked me what I thought the book meant that
I got hung up.

I tried to figure out what she was asking me, and answer her several
different ways, but couldn't quite make it work. After the last couple
of efforts, she told me that I was getting closer, but still not quite
there; seeing the frustration and disappointment on my face, she said
that we should take a break for a little bit; together, we went into the
kitchen, where she got us each a soda. We sat down across from each
other, sipping on our drinks quietly; I could see that she was thinking
about something, and didn't want to disturb her.

I'd finished my drink and was just sitting there when she finally 'came
out of it', and said that we should probably get back to work. Back in
the living room, she started asking me some questions - ones that I
couldn't see how they related to Animal Farm, but I answered them
anyway. That went on for several minutes before Maureen finally told me
"Okay, James. Now I understand why you're having so much trouble with
your Literature class."

I was all ears on hearing that - I absolutely hated not doing better in
the class, and wanted desperately to not only make Mom and Dad happy,
but show Maureen that I could do better in school.

"The problem" she told me, "is that you simply don't have a broad
enough, I guess we could say 'knowledge base' to be able to relate the
theme of the books to the real world."

Seeing the puzzled look on my face, she asked "What do you know about
Communism?"

That seemed to come out of nowhere, which confused me, but I managed to
pull myself together and thought it over for a moment before I answered
"Just that it's what the Soviet Union has, and it's not a good way to
live."

She nodded at that, and said "James, there's a lot more to Communism
than just that. And Animal Farm is a commentary on the difference
between 'pure' Communism and how it's applied by real people - the
difference between theory and application. If you knew more about
different political systems, history, and a few other things, then I
don't think you would have as much trouble with your Literature class."

She could see that I still couldn't see what she was getting at, and
went on to explain to me that most of my problem was that I didn't have
enough 'general knowledge' to be able to relate the books in my
Literature class to the 'outside world'. When she found out that I
really didn't read much outside of the sports and comics sections of the
paper and the reading assignments they gave us in school, she told me
"James, you really do need to read more. Haven't you ever read for fun?
I mean, just reading a book for the pleasure of the story it told you?"

I said that I hadn't, and she told me "Then you've been missing out on a
very good thing."

She sat there for a few moments before asking "You like baseball,
right?" I nodded, and she said "Then I have an assignment for you - one
I think you'll like. I want you to find a book about Willie Mays; his
life, and how he got into the major leagues. When you're done reading
it, I want you to come over here and tell me about it."

I could tell that she had something in mind, but didn't have the
faintest idea of what it could be. All I could do was say "Okay" - to
which she answered "I want you to do it as soon as you can - it's going
to be something that's going to help you not just in your Lit class, but
the rest of your life."

That sounded pretty important to me, even at 16, so I said that I would.

Maureen gave me a smile and said "Good. Now that that's out of the way,
come over here and give me a kiss" - a task I quickly fulfilled. In just
a couple of minutes, our tongues were dancing in each others mouths as
our hands wandered across each others bodies.

Both of us were breathing heavily when Maureen pulled herself away from
me to say "I think that's enough of that for here - let's go to the
bedroom!"

We both stood up, and made our way to her room hand in hand. There, we
got into another brief clinch of mutual molestation before breaking
apart and undressing. Maureen made it to the bed first, and lay back
with her legs parted in invitation as she told me "Come on, James - I
need you inside me now!"

I went over and began to caress her body; but when I started to move my
head between her thighs, she just said "No, you don't need to do that -
I'm already more than hot and ready enough. Just fuck me!"

I was getting used to her direct approach, and did just as she
commanded: positioning myself between her legs, I moved the head of my
penis to press against her opening and pushed - and wasn't particularly
surprised when nearly a quarter of my length easily slid into her: she
was incredibly wet inside.

I pulled back a bit, and then pushed again, feeling almost my entire
length move into her. Another slight withdrawal, a press forward, and I
was balls-deep in her.

She released a deep moan of pleasure and satisfaction before lifting her
legs and locking her ankles behind me - opening herself to me even more,
and allowing another fraction of an inch of my manhood to slide into
her.

I paused a moment to savor the sensation of having her hot, tight
womanhood wrapped around me that way before arching my hips to slide
nearly half my penis out of her, then back in again, accompanied by her
groan.

In less than a minute, over half of my manhood was steadily pistoning in
and out of her, the liquid sounds of our union overlaid with her soft
cries of pleasure. The feeling of her tight vagina sliding up and down
my penis felt incredible, and the pace of my thrusts began increasing. A
few more minutes, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to
filling her with my teenage spunk.

Finally, I knew that it was going to happen - with a spoken "I... I'm
going to cum!", I began thrusting into her even faster as she told me
"Yes, James, yes! Do it!"

That was all I needed to hear, and after a few more fast, hard pushes
into her, I tried to bury myself as far in her as I could just as my
penis began hosing her insides with my hot cum. Her eyes flew open when
it happened, and I heard her cry out "Oh, god, yes! I can feel it!" as
she found her own release. The rhythmic tightening of her vagina around
my sensitive penis only served to make my own climax even stronger as I
emptied myself into her.

It seemed to go on forever - but it ended all too soon. Emptied and
exhausted, I managed to hold myself over, and in, her until I felt her
orgasm begin to wane. Only then did I let my rapidly-deflating penis
slip free of her so that I could move to lie next to her on my side,
cuddling with her. She lifted her legs over mine, and I curled next to
her so that she could drape her legs over mine, to help keep my semen
from leaking out of her.

She turned her head to look at me with a smile before caressing my face
and telling me "Thank you, James."

I could only grin in return as I told her "My pleasure, Maureen" - and
getting a soft laugh in return before she answered "Yes, it was, wasn't
it?"

We stayed like that for several minutes, getting our breath and energy
back before she sadly told me that it was probably time for me to be
getting home - but would I get her a hand towel from the bathroom first?
I readily did as she asked, and watched as she neatly folded the towel
between her thighs, then sat up at the edge of the bed. There, she gave
me a mischievous look and directed me to stand in front of her. Once I
was in position, she didn't hesitate to lean forward and begin using her
mouth and tongue to clean my entire pubic area of our combined juices,
leaving me with only a faint sheen of her saliva before telling me "Now,
when you get home, you still need to take a shower. I don't think we
have time to take one together here, so that's why I cleaned you off
like I did. Well, that, and it was fun... Anyway, I don't think there's
enough of a sex smell to you for anyone to notice unless they get very
close or you wait too long to clean up. So make sure you at least clean
yourself up in the bathroom when you get home, okay?"

I assured her that I would, and she went on to tell me "Good. I wish it
didn't have to be, but it's late enough that I think you'd better get
dressed and head home."

So I gathered up my clothes, and got dressed; Maureen made no pretense
of not watching me - even going so far as to give me a lusty grin when I
got my underwear on and 'adjusted' so that it held my penis and balls
comfortably. I went over to give her a kiss - I copped a feel of her
tits as she did the same to my penis - and went back home.

The next day, I did as I'd told Maureen I would - found a book about
Jackie Robinson and his career and life. It was a little slow getting
started, but as Maureen had thought, the subject interested me, so I
stuck with it. It wasn't long before I was actually looking forward to
the chances I had to read it. There were parts of it I really didn't
understand, though - I knew that he was the first Black man to play
professional baseball, but I really didn't 'get' why his color mattered;
I only knew that it did for some reason. I had a couple of Black
friends, as well as some Hispanic and even Asian friends - all of us
were on different teams at school, and the only thing that had really
mattered to me was how well they played the different sports we were in.

I'd finished the book by the following Saturday, so when I went over to
Maureen's for construction duty and tutoring, I was able to tell her
what I'd read. What surprised me, though, were the questions she asked -
not about Jackie and his career, but the other stuff: the things that I
hadn't understood - WHY so many people were upset about him playing
baseball in a 'white' league, what kinds of things he'd been through in
the Negro league, and so on. When I finally admitted to her that I
really didn't know those things, Maureen simply asked "Don't you think
it would be interesting to find out?"

That simple question was all I needed. I'd felt a mild curiosity when
I'd read about some of the stuff in the book, and Maureen's question
served to fan the coals of that curiosity to the flame of wanting to
know. The next day, I went to the public library and got a book about
the Negro baseball league - something I finished in just a couple of
days. The next book was about the history of race relations and civil
rights; that led me to politics - where I learned about different
political systems. When I read about Socialism, it suddenly became clear
to me how the fictional story of Animal Farm related to the political
system called Socialism or Communism - and I finally really understood
the 'theme' of the story, and what Orwell was saying. Even at 16, I
could understand the comparisons and points he was making.

The next time I saw Maureen, I told her what I'd been reading,
delighting her. When she started asking me about Animal Farm, I could
see from the expression on her face that she was pleased that I had
finally begun to understand it. When we were done, she told me "James,
I'm proud of you. I thought that if I could get you to start reading for
fun, it would do you some good - and it worked. You've done more for
yourself in the last week and a half than I think you really realize
just yet. I knew that you weren't stupid; nobody can get the grades you
do if they were. All you really needed was to broaden your horizons; and
in that, you've done admirably. Now all you need to do is keep expanding
your knowledge, and there's nothing that can stop you; there's a whole
world out there, and all of it is available to you in books."

Hearing that she was actually proud of me not only made me feel pleased
and proud of myself, but it also gave me all the motivation I needed to
want to learn even more; her comment about how the world was available
to me through books made me decide that I had to read about anything I
didn't understand. It was slow going, at first - my reading skills and
vocabulary were pushed to the limit. But the more I read, the more I
learned, and the more I could read. The process fed on itself, and it
wasn't long before I was a very proficient reader, and had at least a
passing interest in almost everything.

But I still had enough sense to not let on that I was learning as much
as I was from all the reading I was doing: I knew that if anyone knew
that I was learning as much as I was without Maureen's direct help,
there wouldn't be any reason for me to go over there to be 'tutored'.
Maureen looked inordinately pleased when I told her what I was doing,
and why. So I continued to go over to Maureen's on Tuesday nights for
'tutoring' - but the education I got had nothing to do with the
assignments I got in school. They did, however, pay tremendous dividends
with the girls from school that I went out with - I found out later that
word quickly spread among the girls that if a girl was willing, I made a
much better lover than any of the other guys in school. Of course, it
wasn't like that with every girl I took out; some of them simply wanted
to go out and have fun doing stuff like bowling, watching a movie, and
so on - but with the ones that were willing to go farther, I left them
thoroughly satisfied.

By the time the end of the semester came around, I'd managed to bring my
Literature grade up to an acceptable C+; Mom and Dad both told me they
were proud of me, but it was Maureen's comment to the same effect that
meant the most to me.

When school started the next semester, I opted to take the next section
of the Literature class - Maureen was still agreeable (when speaking to
my parents; with me, she was delighted) to 'tutoring' me on a reduced
schedule. Maureen knew, of course, that I was doing a LOT better with
the girls that I went out with, and she surprised me by how readily she
accepted the time I spent with them and not her. The most significant
change in my relationship with Maureen was that the times we were
together were even more 'intense' I guess you could say. Over the course
of the semester, Maureen taught me a lot more about sex, and even making
love - different positions, stamina (!), how to put off a climax so as
to make it even stronger when it happened, and so on.

As the days and weeks went by, I gradually came to realize that what I
felt for Maureen had changed. It wasn't that I didn't care about her; if
anything, she meant even more to me. The change was that I was coming to
understand that what I really felt toward her was honest, genuine love -
as opposed to the combination of infatuation and lust that I'd started
with. During our 'lessons', I was becoming more and more concerned about
making her feel good not just during our intimate encounters, but the
rest of the time as well. I'm sure she was aware of it, but didn't say
anything.

It was just a few weeks shy of the end of the school year when I learned
that the relationship between us was going to end. We'd finished making
love one Tuesday evening and were laying on her bed cuddling when she
turned her head to look at me closely before saying "James, there's
something that I have to tell you."

Something about the tone of her voice put me on notice, and I cautiously
asked "What's that?"

"I heard from Matt's school yesterday, and they had something to tell
me."

"Is he doing okay? Is there anything I can do?" I asked.

She gave me a wan smile, and said "Yes, he's fine; and no, there's
nothing you can do. What they told me was that all the students in his
class had been through some kind of testing, and they'd gotten the
results back. It turns out that Matt did better on the tests than anyone
else in the class."

"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is - for him. But not for us, James."

"Why?"

"Because they explained to me that it had been a battery of some kind of
intelligence tests; and Matt did so much better on them because his IQ
is something close to the genius level."

She could see from the expression on my face that I needed some more
explanation, and went on to tell me "What they called to say was that
Matt was so much smarter than the other kids in his class that they
think he should be attending a special school - one that's geared more
for intellectually gifted kids like him. I went to talk to them today,
and they explained the whole thing to me - that if he stayed in a
regular school, he was likely to start getting bored, and actually get
worse grades than the other kids. And that unless something was done to
keep his mind occupied, he's likely to start acting up when he gets
older. They went through a whole list of things that could happen if he
isn't given the chance to develop the intelligence they tell me he has.
Like I said, they told me that he was actually near the genius level -
and even more, they said that they were most likely to be
underestimating his IQ. The problem is that the nearest school for kids
like him is over a hundred miles away - and he's too young to send him
there by himself. What I'm telling you, James, is that I'm going to have
to sell this house and move, so that Matt can go to a school that will
let him develop his mind to the fullest."

I understood then, of course - and felt as though there were a large
chunk of ice in my heart and a lump in my stomach.

"Does Matt know?" I asked, to give myself a little time to consider what
she'd just told me.

"Yes, a little bit. He already knows that he's the smartest one in his
class; he just doesn't know how MUCH smarter he is."

"Have you told him about the school, and that you'll have to move?"

"A little. I mean, I brought up the school, and he seemed interested by
it; I haven't said anything about moving yet - I wanted to tell you
first."

I realized, then, that the affection I felt for Maureen was reciprocal.
And I knew that even though it was going to hurt me, I had to give her
my full support so as to make it as easy for her as possible. As for
Matt, I'd always kind of thought of him as my adopted little brother, so
the idea of getting him into a school where the rate of teaching matched
his ability to learn was, pardon the phrase, a no-brainer.

Somehow, I managed to smile before I told her "And now you've told me.
Maureen, I understand that the other school is best for Matt, and I'm
all for it. I'm sorry you're going to have to move; not just because of
what we have like this" - gesturing to our nakedness - "but because I...
well, I love you. This is something that's going to make a world of
difference for Matt, and let him grow up to be as much as he can be, so
it's the right thing to do."

I saw her smile - and saw her tears, too - before she rolled over to
take me in her arms and hug me as she murmured "Thank you, James. I was
so afraid that you wouldn't understand, and now I can see that I was
wrong. This still isn't going to be easy for me, but you're making it
easier."

I put my arms around her and held her close, softly stroking her back as
I resolved not to add to her burden by letting her know how much I would
miss her.

After a bit, she pulled herself together and finished rolling over so
that she was straddling my hips and lying on top of me. Supporting
herself with her arms, she started telling me about all the counselors
at Matt's school had said about him, and what they'd told her about the
school - such as how it was structured so that the students were 'self-
paced', meaning that they were pretty much free to learn as much and as
fast as they could, but still required them to learn a variety of
subjects so that they weren't geniuses in one area and idiots in
everything else.

Throughout, I nodded my head and made appreciative noises at her while
my heart and mind tried to find some way of dealing with the loss of
her.

Finally, she glanced over at the clock and declared that it was getting
late - followed by telling me that she thought there was enough time for
us to grab a quick shower together before I had to leave. We got up and
went into the bathroom, and the shower was quick - well, quick for US,
anyway. With both of us dressed, she accompanied me to the front door
and the two of us shared a kiss and quick fondle before I went back
home.

It was a couple of days later that Maureen had the chance to tell Mom
and Dad what she'd been told about Matt; both of them congratulated her,
and told her that they'd miss her, but understood that getting Matt into
the school was her first priority.

Maureen and I continued our 'tutoring' session's right up to the last
week of school. I'd used the few days between her announcement to me and
our next session to kind of pull myself together; I never let on to her
that I was anything less than fully supportive of her decision to move
so Matt could go to the 'gifted' school.

Once school let out for me, things quickly fell into the system that
Maureen and I had put together the previous summer - with the only
change being that my handyman work was geared toward getting and keeping
her house as 'presentable' as possible: every room received a fresh coat
of paint, we rented a machine and cleaned every carpet in every room,
all the 'I gotta fix that one of these days' jobs got fixed, and so on.

It was either a perfect synchronization of pure chance, or the direct
and personal intervention of a kind and beneficent God, that gave us the
chance to give each other a proper farewell before she left: Matt's Cub
Scout pack decided to have a campout that started on the same Saturday
that Mom and Dad had chosen to take off for a weekend alone - giving
themselves a kind of mini-vacation just for themselves, leaving early on
Saturday morning, and not getting back until late Sunday evening.

They'd been gone overnight before, of course, and I'd shown them that I
was responsible enough to be left alone in the house; that I wasn't
going to throw any parties, burn the place down, or anything else. The
only consideration they had was that I wouldn't take the time to fix my
own meals, and would opt to just go to fast-food places. Maureen, being
a good neighbor, offered to fix supper for me that Saturday night -
explaining it as a kind of 'payment' for all I'd done to help her get
the house ready to sell. It was a plausible enough reason to Mom and
Dad, and they accepted on my behalf.

The appointed day came, and Matt was eagerly looking forward to his
first real campout "with cooking over a fire and everything". His Cub
Scout pack leader showed up with a vanload of young troopers, got Matt
loaded, and was gone by 9:00 that morning. Mom and Dad had their stuff
in the car and were on their way no more than a half-hour later. I gave
it a little while to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything (not
likely, but possible) before I was off to like a shot to Maureen's. I
barely had time to knock on the door before she had it open, and I was
inside seconds later.

Over the course of the next twenty-four hours, I couldn't have been
dressed more than fifteen minutes - and that only because Maureen and I
kept molesting each other as we tried to get our clothes off. The rest
of the time, Maureen and I were both stark naked, whether we were making
love, resting between sessions of making love, or getting nourishment so
we would have the energy to make love some more. I can't begin to say
how pleased and delighted I was to be able to wake up next to Maureen
after a nap, or - heaven! - being with her for an entire night.

Between late morning on Saturday, and lunchtime Sunday, Maureen and I
somehow managed to get in a 'refresher course' of everything she'd shown
me up to that time - repeated sessions of oral sex, mutual masturbation,
sitting across from each other and watching each other as we masturbated
ourselves, and more counts of lovemaking than I knew were possible. We
had been lying on her bed next to each other for nearly half an hour
after an episode of lovemaking that had lasted nearly an hour when she
rolled over onto her side and draped an arm and leg across my body
before nuzzling my neck and asking "James?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember that first time I used my mouth on you? In the shower, after
you fucked me the first time?"

"I'll never forget!"

She giggled before she went on "Do you also remember what I asked you?
About it being the first time a girl did that to you?"

It took me a moment to remember so I could answer "Yeah - you said that
you had kind of gotten a 'cherry' from me."

I could feel her smiling next to me, and listened as she told me "Good.
I got a 'cherry' from you, and before I have to leave, there's a
'cherry' I want you to have from ME."

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what she was talking about - I
thought we'd done about everything there was TO do. When I didn't say
anything for several moments, I felt her lift her head to look up at me,
and moved my head to look back at her. I could see the nervousness and
trepidation in her eyes, but for the life of me, couldn't decide what
she was saying.

She seemed to realize the problem, and surprised the hell out of me when
I saw her blush furiously before she said "There's still a part of me
that no man has ever had - and I want to give it to you, James."

Between her blush, and what she'd just said, I finally began to consider
options other than the ones that had first occurred to me. I got to one
that seemed, well, possible; but I still had trouble believing it,
though. When I looked down at her again, she must have seen on my face
that I'd hit on what she meant. With a lopsided grin, she confirmed my
thoughts by saying "Yes, James - my ass."

I couldn't help asking "But... why?"

She sobered at that, and answered "Because even though you may not
realize it, you've been a lot of help to me. Because of how patient and
gentle you've been as a lover. Because even though we've been together
like this, you have never said or done anything that seemed even the
slightest bit possessive of me. Because of the way that you watched
after Matt when I wasn't around, and how you taught him how to be a
normal little boy - yes, I know it was you that taught him to spit, and
make those fart and other noises!"

She took a deep breath, and went on "Because you were always ready to do
whatever you could to help me, no matter what it was or when I needed
it. Because you trusted me with almost all of your secrets - yes, I know
there were things that you kept even from me; but everyone has things
they won't tell anyone else. Because even though I have to leave here,
you're not doing or saying anything to make me feel bad about it. And
most of all because I've come to love you, James, as much as I think you
love me. I know that the love we have for each other isn't something
that we can let go on, even if I was to stay here - but that doesn't
mean that I love you, or you love me, any less."

By the time she got to the end of that, she was crying - and I have to
admit that I felt my own eyes start to tear up in sympathy.

I pulled her close to me and put my arms around her, holding her as her
hot tears began to puddle on my chest. I didn't figure that there was
anything that I could say or do to help her, so I just held her close
and murmured comforting words. That seemed to be all she needed, really.
After a few minutes, I could tell that her crying had stopped even
though I continued to hold and try to comfort her.

Finally, she used her hand to try and wipe away the small pool of tears
she'd left on my chest as she told me "Thank you, James. What you just
did, holding me while I cried on you, was just exactly what I needed -
and it's another example of the way you are that makes me love you so
much."

With that, she moved on top of me, straddling my waist as she supported
her head with her hands, looking into my eyes from close up. She watched
me for several seconds before telling me "I heard you, the other day -
when you told me that you loved me after I told you that I was going to
have to move. It surprised me, and I really didn't know what to say,
then. But I've had time to think about it, and I realized that I love
you, too, James - for all the reasons that I told you about, and a lot
more, besides. I didn't plan it, and didn't even know it was happening -
but there it is. I know that my leaving hurts you, even though you
haven't said or done anything other than to try and make this as easy
for me as you can. But I know it's there - because I feel it, too. It
hurts. But my moving away is something that I have to do, now. Not only
for Matt, but so that there isn't any temptation for one or both of us
to try and do something foolish. We agreed, early on, that we'd never be
a 'couple'; that promise was a lot easier to keep in the beginning than
it is now - but we still have to keep it, and that's something that
would be even harder to do if I was able to stay here. Dear, sweet
James; you've done as much for me as I've ever done for you, and I will
never, EVER forget you. But I can't be WITH you, either. If I'm ever
going to leave here for Matt, I can't continue to share my bed with you
- you've simply become too much a part of my life that way. The next
time we make love - and it will be making love - will have to be our
last. The first time we were together, I all but took a little bit of
your virginity. This time, I want to GIVE you some of mine. It's a part
of me that some men have wanted, but I've always been afraid to let them
have it - afraid that they would hurt me, or think less of me if I let
them do it. But I know that I don't have to be afraid with you. You're
as gentle and patient and caring a lover as I've ever had, and if
there's anyone I want to have me that way for the first time, it's you."

To this day, I don't know where I came up with the words I used to
answer her: "Maureen, you mean the world to me, and I would never, ever
willingly do anything to hurt you - I'd rather suffer the pain myself.
Yes, I do love you - but I understand that it's a love that can't go on,
for whatever reasons. Please don't feel that you 'have' to give any part
of yourself to me for ANY reason; what you have already given to me -
your love, your understanding, and your self - means more to me than I
could ever begin to tell you. I will always remember you with love, no
matter what else may happen - or not happen - between us. If there is a
part of yourself that you want me to have, then I will accept it - not
as payment, because I feel that it is I who am in debt to you - but as a
gift, from your heart to mine, a symbol of what we have had together."

When I finished speaking, Maureen's eyes were beginning to glisten
again, but she managed to blink the tears back before moving to put her
arms around me as much as she could, hugging me.

As big as I was - just short of six feet tall at that time - it wasn't
hard for me to move to sit up so that I could hold her on my lap,
hugging her as fiercely as she did me. After a bit, she kissed my chest
before pushing herself away from me a little so we could look into each
others eyes as she told me "Dear James! Yes, I want you to have that
part of me, as you said - a gift, from my heart to yours."

That said, she leaned forward and began kissing me - not just my lips,
but my cheeks, my forehead, my face, and any other part of me that she
was able to reach. In return, I began to caress her body - from the
crown of her head to the soles of her feet, there wasn't a part of her
that escaped my gentle touch over the next several minutes.

As the seconds turned into minutes, our kisses and touches changed from
loving to passionate - and then more, into desire. Our lips met, then
parted so our tongues could duel as we tasted each other; our hands
moved across each other's bodies, teasing and stimulating as our
breathing quickened, and soft noises of our inflamed desires escaped our
lips.

I felt myself getting harder and harder - but if that was to be our last
time together, I wanted more than just to get off. I wanted, more than
anything else, to be able to memorize her - the way she sounded, the
smell and taste of her, the sight and feel of her body.

Lifting her off of my lap, I moved to set her on the bed next to me, and
then guided her to lay back. She looked up at me expectantly, but I only
smiled and shook my head, telling her "If this is to be our last time,
then I think something I read in a Robert Heinlein novel applies: dum
vivimus, vivamus."

She looked at me in confusion, and I translated for her "While we live,
let us live" - drawing a happy smile and nod from her in return.

She laid back, patiently waiting as I went about trying to memorize
everything about her that my five senses could detect. I again
familiarized myself with her body, starting from the top of her head
(the feel and color and smell of her hair) to the soles of her feet, and
everything in between. When I was done with the front of her, I moved to
lie next to her, duplicating her position so she could give me the same
treatment. She did, and when she was done with the front of me, I turned
over so she could finish the job. She kissed the back of my neck as she
gave my ass a squeeze to let me know when she was finished; as I moved
to get up, she was taking a face-down position next to me.

I picked up where I'd left off, letting my fingertips delight in the
softness of her skin as my tongue and lips left a trail of small, moist
kisses where they'd been; my nose informed me how delightful she smelled
even as my eyes took pleasure in the smooth, clear expanse of skin that
wrapped her form; my ears took note of her soft breathing, and the
gentle moans she released at my soft touch.

By the time I finished, I was almost laying on her - my weight was
supported by my legs, which were resting on the outside of hers, my body
supported by my elbows next to her, my hands gently stroking the smooth,
soft skin at the outer edges of her breasts. Beneath me, my erect penis
lay along the cleft of her ass as I used my lips to softly nibble her
ears and shoulders and neck, making her gasp and moan in pleasure and
arousal.

As I continued to bring her ever so slowly to greater and greater levels
of arousal, I felt her begin clenching the cheeks of her ass, trying to
draw my penis between them. When that it wasn't working, she started a
slow arching of her hips, using the warm, firm globes of her ass to
caress the underside of my erection, making me even longer and harder.

Still, all I did was to stimulate as many of her erogenous - but not
erotic - zones as I could, steadily ratcheting up her passion and
desire. Only when I heard her begin a soft whimpering of frustrated lust
did I have mercy on her - letting myself slide down her body so that my
penis slid along the curve of her buttocks before coming to rest with
the head against her hot, wet opening as she arched her back and drew
her knees up to give me a better angle to penetrate her.

Even then, I didn't move to enter her as I usually did. Instead, I began
a slow, gentle rocking motion that moved me inside her a millimeter at a
time, teasing her and making her all the more anxious.

It was a full minute before the head of my penis finally slid through
the tight ring of her entrance - accompanied by her groan of pleasure.

A few more minutes, and it was done: my erect penis was fully inside
her, her firm ass cheeks pressing firmly against my lower belly. Her
breathing was coming as a continuous series of pants, her hands clenched
in the bedding.

I stayed inside her that way for a while, trying to memorize the feeling
of her tight, wet vagina clenched around me before I slowly eased myself
back, withdrawing myself from her. When I felt her opening around me
just behind the head of my erection, I reversed direction without
pausing, filling her again - just as quickly/slowly as I'd slid out of
her. When I was all the way inside her again, I moved to slide myself
back out - but moved my arm so that I could reach under her, between her
thighs where I began softly stroking and rubbing her clitoris, making
her gasp at the added stimulation. Over the next several minutes, I
continued to make slow-motion love to her as I kept my finger dancing on
the sensitive nubbin of her clitoris. My actions were stimulating her so
much that her lubricating oils were fairly flowing out of her, traveling
along the cleft of her mons to where they could keep her erect clitoris
well lubricated.

My movement in and out of her vagina was more than sufficient to keep me
hard, which was all that I needed - more than anything else, I wanted to
be able to truly savor the sensation of being inside her. She, on the
other hand, was steadily - but EVER so slowly - being brought closer and
closer to the brink of orgasm; I knew or sensed that the pace of what I
was doing to her would make it far more powerful for her than anything
she'd experienced with me before.

A few more minutes, and I could tell that she was at the edge: I could
feel her vagina begin a faint 'fluttering' around my invading penis as
she panted her increasing passion between soft groans of pleasure.
Knowing that she was almost there, I deliberately slowed my actions even
more - only to have the reduced stimulation bring a moaned "Dear God,
what are you doing to me?!" from Maureen. Another minute, and I could
feel that she was at the brink; while giving her clitoris a soft, rapid
circling with my fingertip, I thrust myself into her as hard as I could
- and felt it as her entire body froze underneath me with the start of
what I could tell was an incredibly powerful orgasm.

Around my buried penis, her vagina clamped down in a single powerful
seizure as she gave voice to a high-pitched keening; the sound she made
and the tightening of her vagina lasted far longer than I'd thought -
and when they finally ended, she drew a great, shuddering gasp of breath
that was cut off by another powerful seizure going through her body. The
second didn't last quite as long as the first, and she was able to draw
breath again before a third wave of release coursed through her - one
that had her vagina begin a kind of 'milking' sensation that started
near the base of my penis and rippled upward toward the head as she
groaned her pleasure.

I was timing the movements of my finger on her clitoris with the spasms
of pleasure I could feel washing through her body, not only
intensifying, but drawing out her orgasm, making it as powerful and long
as I could.

It was when her climax had tapered off and I could feel her trembling
from release and exhaustion beneath me that I finally stopped my
ministrations to her clitoris, though I kept my erect member as deep
inside her as I could manage. I could tell that the force and duration
of her climax had left her in a state that most closely resembled a limp
rag; I continued to hold myself over her, covering her body with mine
even as my penis was buried in her.

After a little bit, I felt her begin to stir under me, and lifted up a
little; she raised up enough to turn her head to the side and managed to
croak "Dear God! I've had some powerful orgasms before, but nothing like
that! You kept teasing me and teasing me, and then all of a sudden,
WHAM!"

I leaned forward enough to kiss her on the nape of her neck, and was
surprised when I felt her body shudder as though she was going through
some kind of orgasmic aftershock. I moved to the side a bit so that she
could see me looking at her, and asked "What just happened? All I did
was kiss you!"

She managed a half-laugh, and answered "I just had a kind of mini-
orgasm, damn you! The condition you've got me in, I think almost
anything you do would get me off again!"

I let her see me smiling at her, and asked "Then you think this might be
the time to, uh..."

"Take my cherry?" she asked for me, before adding "Yeah, it probably
would - jeez, I feel like all my muscles have turned into tapioca
pudding. You could probably drive a truck up my ass, and I'd cum from
it!" with a small laugh.

I laughed with her before asking "You're sure you want to do that? You
don't have to do it, you know."

"No, I know I don't have to do it for you - but I want to do it. Just
take it easy, right?"

"Of course", I assured her before kissing her on the neck again - and
feeling her body shudder faintly as I did.

Kneeling in front of me the way she was, she was in nearly the perfect
position for me to simply shift from one opening to the other - but as
I'd told her, I was going to 'take it easy' as I accepted this most
personal offering from her.

Using one of my thumbs, I began collecting the overflow of her juices
and transferring them to the dark rosette of her anus, trying to ensure
there was enough lubrication to make this first penetration of her
nether opening as easy as possible. In my mind, I swore to myself that
if it wasn't painless for her, then it wouldn't happen at all -
regardless of what she wanted, or thought she might 'owe' me, there was
simply no way that I was going to hurt her!

I was greatly surprised when, as I was trying to get some of her vaginal
lubrication into the crevices of her anus, I thought I felt her begin to
push back at me - as though she not only enjoyed the attention I was
giving her there, but encouraging me. A few more times, and there wasn't
any doubt: she WAS pressing back, as though she liked what I was doing.

That, more than anything she could have said in words, told me that she
really was ready to give me this last virginal bit of her. I slid my
penis in and out of her slowly a few times to make sure that I was well-
coated with her oils before letting myself pull free of her. My erection
swung upward slightly, aligning almost perfectly with her glistening
sphincter. I eased forward a bit, and let the very tip of my penis come
in contact with her - giving her ample time to change her mind, if she
were so inclined.

Instead, I felt her push back against me as she said "Yes, James - I
really do want to do this. But slowly and gently."

I took her hips in my hands (to steady both of us, truth be told) and
pressed forward - slowly and gently. There was some resistance - not
surprising - at first; but as I continued pressing against her, I could
feel her trying to consciously relax herself to allow my entry. It
wasn't happening, and I was determined not to hurt her, so I stopped
what I was doing. Then it occurred to me what the problem might be, and
I told her "Maureen? You said that you wanted to give me this part of
yourself - and that's the only way I'll have it: if you GIVE it to me. I
am NOT going to take it from you."

She was silent for a few moments, then said "Thank you, James. Yes, I
was still a little bit afraid - but I'm not now. Go ahead."

Even as she was speaking, I could feel her relaxing - and I began to
press against her again. She didn't tighten up against the pressure I
was applying, and I knew that she'd made up her mind to let it happen; a
little more pressure against her, and I could feel her sphincter
beginning to give in to my efforts. A little more, and I began to feel
her open up; more still, and with a suddenness that I think surprised
both of us, I popped through - and immediately stopped, waiting to see
what her reaction would be, and what she wanted me to do next: continue
onward, or withdraw completely.

I could hear her gasping, but she surprised me considerably when I
didn't feel her anus tightening around my invading member. A moment
later, I heard her tell me "That's it - give me a second to get used to
this."

"A second, a minute or an hour - it's all up to you, Maureen", I assured
her, then added "I'll even pull out now, if that's what you want."

"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed, then, in a calmer voice "No, you don't
have to pull out. It doesn't hurt, really - I just need to get used to
it, okay?"

I answered her by simply moving my hands from her hips to begin
caressing her back, softly stroking it in an attempt to help her relax
to this new sensation. It seemed to work, because after a few seconds,
she told me "Okay, go ahead - but stop if I tell you, okay?"

"Of course", I answered.

Taking her hips in my hands again, I began to press myself further into
her - going slowly and gently, as I'd promised. I think both of us were
surprised when I was able to keep going until we felt my balls resting
against her mons.

I waited a few moments, then asked her "Are you okay? Is there anything
you need me to do?"

She surprised me a bit by how quickly she answered "Yeah, I'm fine -
once you were inside, the rest of it was pretty easy. The only thing I
need for you to do now is start fucking me!"

I couldn't help grinning at hearing her last comment - but that didn't
stop me from doing just as she wanted. Slowly at first, of course.

I'd thought that her pussy was tight - but this, this was something else
entirely. The entire length of her bowels that I could feel was at LEAST
as tight as her vaginal opening; her anus was tighter around me than
anything else I'd experienced up to that point.

As I slowly moved in and out of her back opening, Maureen gradually
relaxed to my presence in so intimate a place - but that didn't have
much of an effect to how tight she was around me; all it did was make it
marginally easier for me to slide back and forth through the pucker of
her anus. Every so often, I would dip a hand down to collect a little of
her vaginal oils and transfer them up to where they were needed most.

As fixed as I was on the sensations her back channel was creating around
my penis, it took a little while for me to realize something: that
Maureen was apparently enjoying having my dick in her ass as much as I
was - she was softly moaning in a way that clearly announced her
pleasure.

I still didn't want to move in her too quickly, but I wanted to make
this new experience as pleasurable for her as it was for me. I reached
down to put my hands around her waist, and gently lifted up, letting her
know that I wanted her to get to her hands and knees. She did, and I
extended my reach a little farther to take her breasts in my hands so I
could gently squeeze them, and softly pull and pinch her nipples. My
touch seemed to add to the stimulation she was already feeling - I felt
her nipples grow longer and harder between my fingertips as she began
panting her increasing arousal.

A few minutes later, I was simply stunned when I heard and felt it as
she experienced a small orgasm as I continued to thrust in and out of
the virginal opening she'd offered me. As she went through it, I could
feel myself responding to the sensations her body created around me, and
the knowledge that she was having an orgasm from having me fucking her
ass. Another minute, and I felt my balls pull up as I got close to my
own release; a few strokes more, and I was there: plunging my erect
member as far into her as I could, I hosed her bowels with what felt
like a continuous stream of my cum.

With the first eruption from the end of my penis, Maureen's head flew
back and she all but screamed "I feel it! I feel it!" as she fell into
another, clearly more powerful orgasm of her own.

The intensity of my climax was so strong, that I thought for sure I was
going to turn inside-out through the end of my dick. I can only imagine
what it must have been like for Maureen: even as I was feeling the last
drops of my semen being deposited in her, she was groaning loudly as
waves of release washed through her body. When the worst/best of it was
over for her, she all but collapsed on the bed; if I hadn't still had my
hands on her breasts and was holding her after a fashion, she'd have
gone face-first into the headboard. Even so, it was still all I could do
to get her down on the bed without dropping her. As I'd done before, I
covered her body with mine even as I could feel my rapidly deflating
penis slowly pulling out of her rectal opening. By the time I got myself
situated over her, I'd pulled completely out of her, but I stayed as
close to her as I could, my slightly sore penis resting between the
cheeks of her ass as my body covered hers.

I felt a mixture of pleasure and pride when I realized that she was
still having an occasional shudder run through her body even a couple of
minutes after our climaxes had ended; a few more minutes passed before
she began to move under me. I kissed her shoulder before telling her
"Its okay, Maureen. I'm right here. Just lay there and get yourself
together, okay?"

Several seconds passed before I heard her whisper "Dear god, that was
good! But if you're waiting for me to get myself together, you're going
to be old and gray before it happens." A ragged breath, and she managed
to add "Jeez, that was something else!"

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I told her "I can go get us
something to eat or drink, if you want."

I saw the fringe of a faint smile before she told me "No, not just yet -
it feels too damn good having you on top of me like that. How did I get
down here, anyway? The last thing I remember, I could feel you shooting
your stuff in me, and I was having an incredible orgasm."

"You, uh, kinda passed out, I think. You started to fall, but I caught
you and set you down easy."

Another faint smile, and she said "Caught me, hell - you still had your
hands on my tits when I lost it, didn't you?"

I laughed, and answered "Well, yeah."

She managed to open her eyes, and looked at me before saying "Good. Felt
pretty nice when you were playing with them - I guess you were a bottle
baby, huh?"

I'd heard the theory, of course, but just answered "Damned if I
remember. All I know is that yours look pretty good - and feel pretty
nice, too!" - earning myself a soft, short laugh in reply before she
closed her eyes again.

A few moments later, she looked back up at me and said "The more I think
about it, the better the idea of a little food and drink sounds. Would
you?"

"Anything in particular you want?" I asked.

"Yeah - why don't you make us a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches
each, and bring up the orange juice" she answered, after a moment's
thought.

"The whole thing?" I asked - it was a gallon jug, after all, and hadn't
been opened yet.

"Yeah, that should be enough. If it's not, I'll go get something else."

"Okay - I'm off" I warned before moving off of her to stand next to the
bed. Looking down at her, I could see that she was covered with a fine
sheen of perspiration, and decided to pull the bedspread up to cover her
so she wouldn't feel a chill before heading to the kitchen.

By the time I got back, she'd apparently gotten some of her energy back
- she'd rolled over onto her back, and had pushed the bedspread off.
When she saw me, she gestured that I should put the food and drinks on
the nightstand and get back into bed with her. I did, and the two of us
moved to rest against the headboard, using pillows as cushions while we
each wolfed down a sandwich, followed by a glass of orange juice each.
The second sandwich went a little slower, but we still downed another
glass of juice apiece.

We were each halfway through our third glass of juice when Maureen
leaned over to rest against me, putting her free hand on my thigh before
she told me "Thank you, James."

Slightly puzzled, I asked "What for?"

She tilted her head to look up at me, and said "You really don't know,
do you? That you did anything unique?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, and she went on to tell me "That, James,
is why you're so special to me: you do things for me without even
thinking about them, or knowing that what you're doing IS special.
Before you went downstairs, you pulled the bedspread over me so I
wouldn't get cold - something that I don't think many people would think
to do. Before that, you not only kept me from falling on my face when I
lost it, but even went so far as to cover me with YOUR body - but doing
it in a way that kept your weight off of me. And when I finally started
to come back to the land of the living, you kissed me, and let me know
that you were still here, and that you cared. James, any one or two of
those things would make any girl that shared your bed feel cared for;
but doing all of them, well, that just makes you special. Whatever girl
it is that finally captures your heart enough to make you want to marry
her is going to be one seriously lucky person."

I didn't know what to say to her in response - truth be told, I actually
felt kind of embarrassed to have her bringing it up like that.

Maureen seemed to realize how I felt, and turned to set her empty glass
on the nightstand on her side of the bed. When she turned back to me,
she cupped my face in her hands and said "I'm sorry if I embarrassed
you, James. I suppose that being the kind of guy you are, you just do
that kind of stuff without thinking about it; if you did it for any
other reason, you just wouldn't be you." That said, she turned to lie at
right angles to me, resting her head on my lap before pulling my hand
over and holding it on her breast. Looking up at me, she smiled and said
"Before I realized that you were looking down my blouse that day, I was
starting to think that I wasn't attractive any more - that I'd somehow
let myself go, or something. Then, when I saw that you were hard, and
that it was because you had been looking at what you could see of my
breasts, I started to think that maybe - just maybe - I WAS still
attractive. Since then, every time we've been together, you've made me
feel good about myself, and about how I look; and it's because of the
way YOU look at me, and the way you're always so happy to be able to
touch me and make love with me. When we first started out, all we were
doing was having sex. Yes, we cared for each other, but not in a way
that made it possible for us to make love. But that's changed - I don't
know how, or when, but it did. What you just did for me, letting me give
you that last part of me that I'd never given a man before - well, it
was SO much better than I ever thought it could be. Honestly, the most I
thought would happen was that I would be able to put up with it until
you were done; but because you cared, because you loved me, you made it
more than that - a lot more. And because of the way that you've been
with me, I've learned how to love again. When Mike died, I didn't think
that there would be anyone else that I could care for as much as I cared
for him. But since we started having time together like this, I've
learned that I can care about someone, and love again - and for that, I
thank you, James. I can't begin to tell you how much good you've brought
into my life. Not just coming over here to help fix things, but the time
we've had together like this: through YOUR eyes, I've been able to see
that I'm still pretty; through YOUR body, I've been able to discover
that I'm still able to give and receive the kind of pleasure a man and
woman can have; through YOUR touch, I've felt my body come alive again;
through YOUR desires, I've learned that I'm still sexy, and alive. I
know that you've learned how to make the girls that you go out with feel
the kinds of pleasure that you've brought to me; I want you to know that
I have gotten as much from teaching as you have from learning."

She paused to take a few breaths, then continued "James, I'll be leaving
here with mixed emotions. On one hand, I'll be sorry to be leaving you
behind - you're such a dear and good lover that I will never forget you;
but on the other hand, I know that if I stayed here, there would be the
risk that something would happen that would eventually get both of us
into a batch of trouble that neither of us would survive intact. But I
want you to know this: even though I might leave you in body, you will
always be in my heart and in my thoughts. I DO want to stay in touch
with you, even if I do have to move away - you've had such a good impact
on my life that I want to be there to help you in any way that I can.
Whether it's just someone that you can talk to the way you used to, as a
way to clear your mind, or as someone that you can 'confess' things to
so that you don't have to carry around a lot of undeserved or unneeded
guilt, I want to be there for you. As much as I've been your lover, I
hope that I've also been your friend."

I could only sit there, stunned at what she'd just told me. I'd realized
that she was getting something out of our relationship - and not just
the physical part; what I hadn't known was that it had affected her as
much as she'd just told me. And to my surprise, I found that I was less
interested in thinking about how much I'd miss her, than I was glad to
know that I'd been able to do that much for her, and make her feel that
good about herself.

I thought about what she'd told me for a bit, and then answered her by
saying "I have to thank you, too, Maureen. For years, I was happy to
come over here because you were always so nice to me. Then I came over
because you seemed to understand the stuff that was bothering me - stuff
about girls and all, stuff I couldn't talk to Mom and Dad about. I know
I thanked you, but I don't know if you really understand just how much
it meant to me; so I want to tell you again: thank you."

I continued "If I'm the kind of person you say I am - and I'll accept
that I am, since you have never lied to me - then I have to give most of
the credit to you. Sure, Mom and Dad did their part; but it was always
the stuff that YOU told me that really meant something to me. I mean,
Mom and Dad telling me stuff... well, they're Mom and Dad; I expect that
sort of thing from them. But when you told me something, it really had
meaning to me - even if you were telling me the same thing, it still
meant more, coming from you. The time we've had together like this...
It's meant a lot more to me than just learning how to make girls happy.
It's also meant that I've been able to make YOU happy, and that was even
more important to me. You've taught me how to please the girls I go out
with - by teaching me how to please you. The first time we were
together, all I knew how to do was - how did you put it? - just stick it
in and have at it. I was getting my jollies, but wasn't doing much, if
anything, for my partner. I honestly didn't know that there could be
more for a girl until YOU showed me. Even after I learned - from you! -
that a girl could enjoy sex as much as a guy, I still didn't know how to
go about helping her do just that; at least, not until you taught me.
You said that the girl that I want to marry is going to be seriously
lucky - except that the luck won't be hers. It'll be mine, because I was
lucky enough to have a neighbor that cared enough to teach me what I
really needed to know - not just about sex, but about love. Yes, I'm
going to be sorry when you finally have to leave - but you've taught me
what love really is, and I know that because what I feel for you IS
love, I have to accept that you DO have to leave. When you're gone, it's
not the times that we've shared our bodies that I'll miss as much as the
times that we've shared our hearts and minds."

I could see hear start to cry, and moved my hand from her breast to
softly wipe away her tears before I went on "Maureen, I really do
understand why you have to leave - not just because of Matt, but because
of us. Since you told me that you were going to have to go, I've had all
kinds of crazy ideas come into my head - but it didn't take me long to
realize that they WERE crazy; and I realized it because of all the
things that I've learned from you. I think of Matt as the little brother
I never had, and I want you to know - and I'm going to tell him this,
too - that if he ever needs me for anything, all he has to do is ask.
When he gets old enough to start looking at girls, I'll be more than
happy to talk to him about the stuff that he'll probably be too
embarrassed to come to you about; but all I'll be telling him is what I
learned from YOU. If you ever see that something's bothering him, just
have him call me - and I'll be there. The same way you were there when I
needed someone to talk to, I'll be there for him; and probably telling
him the same things that you told ME."

She was crying when she sat up - wincing briefly as she got a reminder
of what we'd just done - and moved to sit astraddle my lap, then lay her
head on my chest. I put my arms around her, and simply held her close,
softly stroking her back.

After a few minutes, she pulled back far enough to be able to look up
into my face. I looked back at her - eyes red and puffy, nose running,
she was still pretty to me - patiently. She finally got herself together
enough to tell me "Thank you again, James."

I just smiled and said "Its okay, Maureen" before pulling her close
again.

We stayed like that for quite a while; I felt Maureen shiver slightly,
and heard her say "As nice as this is, and as much as I'd like to stay
like this with you, we still have to get cleaned up again. Both of us
have family that's going to be getting home before too long."

I agreed, and gave Maureen the few minutes she wanted alone in the
bathroom before going in to share one last shower with her - one that
lasted until the hot water ran out as we tenderly kissed and caressed
each other long after the evidence of our marathon of love-making had
washed down the drain.

Another few weeks went by before Maureen came over to tell us that she'd
sold the house, and would be moving within the week. When all of us
offered to help her pack, she told us that she was making enough from
the sale of the house that she was able to afford to have a moving
company do all the work - but thanked us for offering.

The next few days were hectic - I did all I could to help her, but being
'only' a neighbor, there really wasn't that much I could do. One thing I
DID make sure of, though, was to get together with Matt and make sure he
understood that he not only could, but should call me any time he had a
question or problem. I knew that he thought I was pretty cool, but was
still surprised when he haltingly admitted that he thought I was his
'kind-of' big brother; it didn't take much to get him to promise to stay
in touch with me. A little while later, Maureen found me alone and gave
me a loving - but chaste - kiss before telling me "Thanks for talking to
him, James. It means a lot to him."

At the appointed time, the moving van showed up with a crew of people to
pack up all of Maureen's possessions. When they were done, all she had
was a couple of suitcases for me to put in the back of her car. She came
over to say goodbye to us, hugging Mom and kissing Dad on the cheek.
Then she turned to me and said "And a special 'thank you' to you, James
- you've done more for me than I could ever say!" before leaning in to
kiss me on the cheek, as well - and whispering "James, please stay in
touch!"

That done, all of us headed out to her car; she and Matt got in and we
all said goodbye again before Maureen told me "James, you're a lot
smarter than you know. Keep reading, and you'll find out just how much
you can do."

Then, with a wave, she and Matt headed down the road, soon disappearing
from sight.

A couple of weeks after Maureen left, another family moved in - and I
immediately noticed that they had a daughter about my age. It didn't
take long to learn that they were the Mortons - John and Alice the
adults, Kathy their daughter. Mom, Dad, and I went over to welcome them
to the neighborhood. Up until school started, I was over at their place
a few times a week, not only helping them get moved in, but checking out
Kathy, too. She was a cute brunette with a nice figure and pleasant
personality. The two of us soon started dating, and went on to become a
'couple' at school - something that lasted only until each of us went
off to separate colleges.

It was during my last year of High School that I started taking the
advice Maureen had given me before she left. I started reading literally
anything I could lay my hands on - literature, math, science, fiction,
history, anything. I'd always done well in math, but with the reading I
was doing in all those other subjects, there was a significant
improvement in ALL my grades. By the time I graduated, I was getting
almost straight A's. Then, over the summer, I got into reading even more
- I don't think there was a 24-hour period where I didn't go through at
least ONE book.

College turned out to be easier than I'd hoped it would be - I'd always
done well in math courses, and that interest soon became my major. But I
didn't let my other courses suffer because of that; in fact, I did
consistently well in all of my subjects, graduating cum laude. Along the
way, I went out with more than a few girls, but soon realized that I
wasn't as interested in looks as I was in brains. I met Susan in an
Intro to Philosophy class; by the end of the school year, we were with
each other almost constantly. A few weeks after graduation, we married.
That decision was made easier by the fact that the company that wanted
to hire me was also interested in her - they offered BOTH of us jobs.

That was a fair number of years ago - since then, I've gotten my
Doctorate and I'm Senior Staff at a major 'think-tank'. I'm able to
develop mathematical models of the situations and problems people bring
to us, and do the 'what-if' stuff. I'm not a specialist in any one
particular field; rather, I'm more of a generalist: I have enough
breadth and depth of knowledge that I can work with almost anybody and
help get results - something that makes me surprisingly valuable.

I'm still married to Susan, and we're both still deliriously happy with
each other - and our 3 kids. I stayed in touch with Maureen, as she
wanted, and she and Susan get along famously. As I'd predicted, Matt had
his fair share of concerns and questions when puberty ran over him with
a steamroller; I answered him the way I knew Maureen would want, and
eased a lot of his fears and worries. Matt went on to major in physics
in college; after getting his Doctorate, he's working some kind of high-
energy fusion research project out in the middle of nowhere.

Maureen met a guy who was divorced, but had a son in the same school as
Matt; they hit it off and have been married for just a couple years less
than Susan and I.