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 I wasn't sure how I would get to see Edna again.  This was before the days
of cell phones, email, or voice mail.  The choices were telephone and
letter, and both seemed likely to catch my parents' attention.  I thought
of just dropping by some time (some time very soon), but if I were free,
Steven would be free.  How many times could he go away with his father? 
All I knew was that, since making love with Edna, the previously ultimate
goal of getting it on with some pretty girl my own age seemed pale.  I'd
had a real woman (albeit another man's wife), and I wanted more of her. 
Since I had no good ideas about contacting her, I decided to wait.  I
wondered what Dr.  Golden would think if he found out (I assumed he would
murder me, or at least get my parents to ground me until age 21).  I
wondered why Edna needed me, when she had him (he had the charm of a dish
rag).  None of that mattered, I had her, and my fifteen year old hormones
said I wanted her more.  I could see myself being in love with her, though
I couldn't see her being in love with me.  I won't say that she dominated
my every thought, but it was hard to not masturbate to thoughts of her
every night.

   A few weeks later she called.  "Could I come over?" Ha, ha.  Only as
fast as my bike could carry me.  That was very fast, in fact, it was fast
enough to nearly get me run over when I ran a stop sign on Blodgett Avenue.
I parked my bicycle in the back yard, and knocked.  My eyes must have
looked the size of sauces when she came to the door.  She was wearing a
pair of dark blue slacks, with a blue and white horizontally stripped
shirt. The three top buttons were unbuttoned, though each side wasn't
spread very wide, so it was very alluring, but not nearly as revealing as
it first appeared that it would be.  I admit that the subtlety of the
arrangement was lost on my fifteen year old eyes.  "Hi, come on in," she
said, matter of factly.  I closed the door behind me.  We both just stood
there, then I walked right up to her and put my arms around her.  Her lips
found mine, and suddenly we were holding each other in a vice grip, our
lips together and open, our tongues touching, pushing against each other.
When we broke our kiss, she could barely catch her breath enough to say
"Let's go upstairs." We did - quickly.  I felt very mature for having taken
her in my arms without any prompting.  Once in the bedroom she closed the
door, and we were in each other's arms.  My heart was pounding, but beyond
that, I felt so grown up.  She let go and was at my buttons, then my belt.
My pants were down around my shoes, my shirt on the floor.  While I took my
shoes off, she undressed.  I couldn't take my eyes off her as she took off
pants, then her shirt.  She stood there in her bra and panties, and I could
only stare.  I moved to help her with her bra, and she turned to let me.  I
unhooked it, somewhat inexpertly, and she shrugged it off her shoulders, on
to the floor.  I didn't notice her take her panties off, but we were both
naked, running for the bed.  Our arms were around each other, we were
kissing passionately, holding each other tight, squirming against each
other.  I was grinding my penis into her crotch, and she was grinding back
just as hard.  I rolled on top of her.  I knew what I wanted, and she was
inclined to let me have it.  Her legs held me in their now familiar, and
exciting grip.  I felt my penis rub against her pubic hair, then her hand
was down there, guiding me into her.  I moved in her, thrusting as slowly
as I could, but I couldn't help myself.  I thrust harder and faster, I
needed desperately to ejaculate inside of her.  The feel of being in her
vagina was overwhelming.  I'd had a taste of her, and now I needed to feel
the release of my sperm into her.  I needed that burst of pleasure when I
came to a climax.  I was in a new world, one that I couldn't get enough of.
I'd waited more than a week for this, and I needed it as I've never needed
anything before.  If anyone had told me that I was just acting normally, I
would have disagreed most strongly.  Surely this was unique.  I wasn't
exploring first sex with some girl my own age.  I was making love with a
real woman - one who wanted me, and it seemed to me to be the best thing on
earth.

   I was wrong, of course.  I was mostly just an adolescent male, lucky
enough to be initiated into sexual activity by an older woman who wanted,
or needed, more than her husband could provide.  Today I know it as child
abuse and statutory rape.  In my opinion, though, it was closer to
paradise.

   When we'd finished making love, we snuggled under the covers, just as we
had last time.  "How will I know when I can see you again?" I asked.  "I'll
let you know." That seemed a little indefinite to me.  I wanted to come
back tomorrow.  "I didn't mean when, exactly.  How will I know to come
over?" "Well," she sad, "I'll most likely call you, but we'll have to see.
Your mother and father can't know." I did understand, but it was a let
down. I didn't see how she could get hold of me without my mother knowing.
I was just going to have to let her take care of it.

   I stuck my head under the covers and pecked at her left breast.  "Ah," I
heard from her.  "Ah yes, that feels so good." I took her nipple in my
mouth and sucked it, while running my tongue around it again and again. 
The more I tongued her nipple, the more intense her reaction became.  She
put one hand on my back, holding me tight to her breast.  She sipped her
other hand down between her legs.  I didn't want her to have to do that.  I
wanted to give her pleasure.  I reached down and grabbed her hand, holding
it away from her crotch.  she struggled to move it back.  After a few
seconds, I moved my lips down between her legs, kissed the lips of her
vagina, then tongued her clitoris while still holding her hand away.  Soon,
she relaxed her hand.  I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, while
I reached one hand up to gently massage a nipple.  She took her hand away,
and simply moaned with pleasure.  "Gary, Gary, I love it, I love it.  You
make me feel SO good.  SO GOOD." Her voice was a husky whisper.  She began
her soft grunt, and her hips began to move up and down.  She shuddered,
shuddered again, then pushed my head away from her crotch.  She was
breathing shallow, noisy breaths.  "Oh God, that felt so good." Then she
ran out of energy to talk.

   I couldn't stay as long this time.  It wasn't clear where Steven was,
but she made me leave earlier than I wanted.  As I rode my bicycle home it
occurred to me that it wasn't very practical for me to be friends with
Steven anymore.  What would I say to him?  How would I act when we were
around his mother?  I wasn't up to he make believe.  Right before I left,
Edna had handed me the pair of under pants that I had ejaculated in last
time.  She'd washed them, presumably with her husband's and son's.  The
experience with Edna was making me feel very adult, and I felt as if my
thoughts had also become more mature, though that was likely not true
outside of the bedroom.

   When I got home my mother asked me where I'd been.  I told her I'd been
at Steven's not being prepared to lie.  I was going to have to do better
than that in the future.