Gander (Part 2)
(c) 2003  Anais Ninja
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This story was inspired by "Touched by an Angel", by Tyger and
Daphne, which can be found here:

     /files/Collections/tyger/stories/angel.txt
 

 
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The sun rose late this far north, especially in the mid-winter.  When I 
woke up, just after seven, there was a rosy twilight and the stars were 
still visible above the wispy orange clouds. 
 
Tommy was still asleep in bed next to me, lying face up, a faint smile 
on his lips.  I watched him for a while, listening to his breathing, 
shallow and steady.  Last night I felt like this was an aberration, a 
momentary lapse of judgment, a temporary loss of self-control.  However, 
as I saw Tommy's angelic face bathed in the lemon light of dawn, I 
wanted him all the more, and I reached out to stroked his soft cheek. 
 
It wasn't just sexual desire.  I wanted to love Tommy and take care of 
him, to wake him for school every morning with a hug, to tuck him into 
bed at night with a kiss.  But as I caressed his body through the motel 
sheets, I wanted him as a lover, too, to please him and be pleased by 
him, to watch him grow up to be a man, to see his beautiful penis reach 
its full size... 
 
His beautiful penis.  It was hard beneath the sheets, a morning 
erection.  I knew it could be because his bladder was full, but it also 
meant he could be having a sexy dream.  As I slowly pulled the sheets 
off of him, I wondered what he was dreaming.  Was it about last night, 
the things we'd done?  Or was he dreaming about Nicole, the girl he had 
a crush on? 
 
I pictured Tommy and Nicole together on a couch, furtively fumbling with 
each other's clothes.  I imagined her as a typical twelve-year-old 
schoolgirl, pigtails and pleats, a rosy, round face and hair the color 
of mine.  She had her hand in his pants, moving back and forth inside 
his briefs.  Tommy had Nicole's blouse unbuttoned, one cup of her 
training bra pushed up, exposing her tiny brown nipple.  His hands were 
busy under her skirt, slipping inside the waistband of her white cotton 
panties. 
 
As I lowered my lips onto his stiff boycock, I tried to push way the 
thought of Tommy with someone else.  I knew there was no way to have him 
after we left this room, and I felt heartsick that I might never see him 
again after this day.  Better to make the most of the time we have, I 
rationalized.  Fill these last few hours with pleasure, I thought as I 
slid down the bed to face his erection. 
 
Tommy stirred as I sunk my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue over 
the underside.  I looked up to see whether I'd woken him, but his eyes 
were still closed, his breathing still slow and steady.  I sucked him in 
time with his respiration, down when he inhaled, back up when he let out 
his breath, watching the rise and fall of his chest.  I'd just begun to 
tease his hairless balls with my fingers when he gasped and opened his 
eyes. 
 
"Wha...Auntie?  Where...?"  His confusion was only momentary, lasting 
only until his eyes regained their focus and he saw me with his stiff 
boycock in my mouth. 
 
"Good morning, sweetie," I said, releasing his cock from my lips.  I 
kissed the tip and slid his glistening foreskin over his hard shaft with 
my fingers. 
 
"Good...good morning," Tommy said. 
 
"Sleep well?" I asked him.  Before he had a chance to answer, I took him 
back in my mouth and resumed sucking his stiff pole.  Now that he was 
awake I could fellate him a bit harder, a little faster. 
 
"Oh my," he gasped, closing his eyes again.  I held his foreskin taut 
and began to suck him quickly, fondling his balls with my other hand.  
Tommy rocked his hips, grabbing the sheets in his hands, his respiration 
fast and heavy now.  I felt his boycock begin to twitch in my mouth, and 
I swirled my wet tongue over the tip, making him gasp with pleasure as 
he let go.  His while body trembled as he spurted his boycum in my 
mouth, a single hot jet of semen followed by a thinner stream that 
dribbled from his glans.  I slurped it all up, letting not a single drop 
of his precious offering escape my lips and tongue. 
 
"Thank you," I said as I crawled up the bed to lie next to him. 
 
"Why did you thank me?" Tommy asked.  I kissed him on the cheek and 
wrapped my arms around him. 
 
"For breakfast," I said.  He laughed and turned in my arms to face me, 
pressing his lips against mine.  As our tongues met I wondered if he 
could taste himself, the bitter tang of his cum. 
 
"I've got to go to the loo," he said, breaking off our kiss. 
 
"We should get up, get dressed, get some breakfast," I said, caressing 
his smooth chest before releasing him from my embrace.  Tommy got out of 
bed and headed for the bathroom.  On an impulse, I followed him, 
knocking on the door before opening it. 
 
"What are you...?" he asked, poised in front of the toilet, his flaccid 
penis in hand. 
 
"I thought we could shower together," I said, standing behind him and 
kissing his neck just as he started emptying his bladder.  "Saves time."  
The stream of urine stopped as he began to harden.  As I turned on the 
shower, I had to suppress the urge to laugh.  Fortunately, the sound of 
running water helped him finish his task.  He had a grin on his face as 
he flushed the toilet. 
 
"My turn," I said, sitting down on the toilet as I tied my hair back 
into a ponytail.  Tommy was testing the warmth of the shower when he 
heard me start to urinate, and he couldn't help staring between my legs, 
trying to visualize the source, to sate his curiosity about female 
anatomy.  He tried not to look too much as he climbed into the shower. 
 
I suddenly remembered something from my childhood, a memory I hadn't 
thought about in ages.  I was six, with a boy from my neighborhood, in 
the backyard of a home that had just been sold, an empty house, awaiting 
its new owner.  It was mid-summer, and we were squatting behind the 
azaleas, shielded from prying eyes.  The boy's name was Josh, and he had 
his swimsuit down around his ankles as he peed, a lazy yellow arc that 
splashed off the leaves. 
 
And then it was my turn.  I even remember saying "My turn" as I hiked up 
my pretty pink sundress and pulled my cotton briefs down to my knees, 
facing Josh as I squatted and let go of my bladder.  I was wearing flip-
flops, and I could feel a fine spray on my ankles as it trickled from my 
cunny and splashed into the dirt and leaves. 
 
We did this four or five more times that year, watching each other piss 
behind the bushes.  It was only the last time that we dared do anything 
more than that.  I let Josh touch my puffy lips in return for touching 
his penis.  It was soft and tiny, and I'd barely brushed it with my 
fingers when Josh pulled up his shorts and ran out of our hiding place. 
 
I wiped myself and joined Tommy in the shower, standing behind him and 
caressing his soapy chest.  As I drew my hand lower, over his belly and 
between his legs, he pressed his firm cheeks back against my hips, 
rocking them as I stroked his stiffening penis with my slick fingers.  I 
rubbed my nipples against his soapy back as I jerked his now-hard cock, 
fondling his scrotum with my slippery fingers. 
 
"So good...," he murmured as I manipulated his soapy boycock.  He rocked 
his hips harder, and I spread my legs slightly, pushing back against his 
firm cheek with my mons.  Tommy's cock began to twitch in my fingers, 
and he let out a groan as he erupted, two juicy blobs of semen mixing 
with the soap on his penis and dripping to the shower floor.  He turned 
in my arms and looked up, standing on his toes as he kissed me.  I held 
him in my arms as we pressed our lips together, our tongues finding each 
other as we stood beneath the shower. 
 
"Would you mind lathering me?" I asked him after we finished our kiss.  
"Do my breasts first."  I brought Tommy's hands up to my chest and 
handed him the bar of soap.  His smile lit up the room as he began to 
lather my breasts.  Just as I had worked my way down his body, he did so 
with mine, spreading soap over the gentle swell of my belly and down 
between my thighs.  I parted my legs to give him access to my cleft, and 
he began to rub the bar of soap over my nether lips, spreading them with 
his fingers.  I brought his hand up to my swollen clitoris, showing him 
how to tease and rub it. 
 
Tommy caught on quickly.  He put down the soap and placed his hand on my 
breast, flicking his soapy fingers over my pebbly nipple as he frigged 
my needy pussy, swirling his finger over my pearl.  As my knees 
weakened, I had to hold myself up by leaning against the cool tile wall.  
I'd been hungry for him since I woke up, and my pleasure was quick in 
coming. 
 
"Oh, Tommy...so good...that's so good...keep doing it..."  The 
combination of his hand on my soapy breast and his slippery fingers on 
my clit was delicious, and my legs almost buckled under me as I found my 
release, a rippling wave of pleasure that left me weak.  Tommy held me 
by the waist, keeping me from falling on the slick shower floor, and 
when I opened my eyes again I saw an expression of concern on his face. 
 
"Are you alright?" 
 
"I'm fine, baby," I said, pulling him into my arms and kissing him.  I 
felt drunk and dizzy and so totally in love.  "That was wonderful." 
 
"I was frightened for a moment," he said, finally breaking into a smile. 
 
"You made me come so hard," I whispered, kissing him again.  "Tommy..." 
 
We looked in each other's eyes and it was obvious.  Despite the danger, 
despite the taboo, despite the difference in our ages, despite 
everything that made this a forbidden act, we were falling for each 
other.  I could see it in his eyes, and I knew in my heart that he could 
see it in mine. 
 
"We should finish up and get dressed," I said, breaking the spell.  
Without another word we scrubbed each other and rinsed off.  After we 
dried each other with those scratchy motel towels, Tommy collected his 
discarded pajamas and underwear and went back to his room to pack and 
get dressed.  I sat on my bed for a moment, separated from Tommy for the 
first time since right after dinner the night before.  We'd been 
together for just over twelve hours straight, seven of those asleep.  I 
wanted it to last forever. 
 
I started to get dressed.  Instead of comfortable satin or cotton 
undies, I put on the black lace set I usually wore on occasions when I 
knew that someone would see me undress, like after drinks or a dinner 
date.  Though I'd enjoyed an evening out with Dr. Covington when I was 
in London for the conference, it had ended all too soon after his pager 
went off.  He paid the check, put me in a cab, and rushed off to the 
hospital.  There wasn't even time for a proper goodnight kiss. 
 
Instead of pantyhose, I put on black thigh-high stockings.  Perhaps I'd 
get a moment alone with Tommy before we had to return to the airport.  I 
wanted to be accessible for him, to feel him touch me one more time.  As 
I put on my black knit skirt and red silk blouse, I could hear Tommy in 
his room, softly humming to himself as he latched his suitcase.  I went 
to the bathroom and put on some makeup before closing my valise and 
placing it by the door. 
 
"Ready?" I asked him, knocking on the door to his room. 
 
"All packed," he replied.  Instead of the suit he'd had on the day 
before, Tommy wore a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeved Manchester 
United football tunic, two sizes too large for his slender frame. 
 
"You look so cute," I said, taking him in my arms.  Tommy blushed and 
shuffled his feet, and at that moment I wanted him even more.  I gave 
him a quick kiss and we walked down to the lobby, hand in hand. 
 
There was a continental breakfast set up next to the registration desk, 
a table with rolls and pastries, coffee, tea, milk and juices.  As Tommy 
made a beeline for the food, I noticed the man from the airport at the 
center of a group of people.  I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I 
could see him shaking his head as he deflected question after question.  
I walked over to this knot of a dozen or so people; as I got closer I 
could start to pick individual voices, angry voices. 
 
"But when can we leave?" one person asked. 
 
"Not until they open," the official said, holding his clipboard over his 
chest in an almost defensive posture.  "That could be early this evening 
or some time tomorrow." 
 
"Philadelphia, too?" someone else asked. 
 
"All the way down to Baltimore," the man from the airport replied. 
 
"What happened?" I asked a woman on the periphery of the growing crowd. 
 
"Big snowstorm," she replied.  "Baltimore to Bangor, Buffalo to Boston.  
Two feet in places and it's still coming down.  Every airport in the 
Northeast is closed." 
 
As someone else asked about the possibility of chartering a bus, I left 
the clot of people and walked over to Tommy.  He had a pastry in one 
hand and a container of milk in the other.  I went over to the table and 
poured a cup of black coffee. 
 
"We're stuck here," I said.  "Maybe another day." 
 
"We are?"  Tommy said, nearly dropping his cheese danish.  "That's 
great!  I mean..." 
 
"It is great," I whispered.  "But..." 
 
"But what?" 
 
"I know I'd like nothing more than to spend the day in bed with you..." 
 
"Oh, so do I," Tommy said under his breath. 
 
"It wouldn't look right," I said.  "Not with people up and about.  And 
the chambermaid..." 
 
"Oh," Tommy said, looking disappointed.  "What will we do, then?" 
 
"Let me think about that," I replied, splitting a croissant and 
spreading some marmalade on the halves.  As I bit into the flaky morsel, 
my eyes fell on the rack of brochures that stood next to the 
registration desk.  "We could go sightseeing or something." 
 
Tommy grabbed a handful of these pamphlets and we sat on a couch in the 
lobby, looking at all Gander had to offer.  While he pored over a 
brochure from the aviation museum, I looked at a map of the area and 
sipped my coffee.  The eastern-most stretch of the Trans Canadian 
Highway, connected to the mainland by ferries, ran through town, right 
past the motel, linking the village and the airport. 
 
After breakfast we headed back to our rooms, where Tommy called his aunt 
and told her about the delay.  Then we got our coats and headed back to 
the lobby.  I stopped off at the registration desk, where the man from 
the airport had left another set of vouchers for room and board.  The 
desk clerk called a cab service for us, and ten minutes later we were on 
our way to the airport.  Thirty minutes after that, we were leaving the 
airport in a rented Jeep Cherokee, headed for town. 
 
"That's odd," Tommy said as we rolled down the Trans Canada Highway 
headed for the town of Gander. 
 
"What's that?" 
 
"Driving on the wrong side of the road," he said. 
 
"It's the right side here." 
 
"I know, but it seems funny," Tommy said, cringing as a tractor-trailer 
truck flew by us in the opposite lane. 
 
"You look cold," I said, reaching to turn up the heater. 
 
"I'm alright," he said.  Tommy wasn't dressed for this weather, windy 
and well below freezing, wearing just his football jersey under a dark 
blue wool jacket.  When we reached town I pulled over to the curb and 
looked at the map again. 
 
"Where are we going?" Tommy asked. 
 
"Shopping," I said, pulling into traffic and heading for the Gander 
Mall.  Tommy let out a quiet groan.  "We'll go to the museum this 
afternoon.  Until then, you need a sweater and a scarf.  And maybe a 
hat." 
 
He was about to say something, but he changed his mind and sunk back 
into his seat, resigned to his fate.  Having gone shopping with my 
sister and her son,  I knew that there was nothing a boy Tommy's age 
hated more than shopping for clothes.  But Tommy was barely dressed for 
a New York winter, let alone Canada in January. 
 
"We'll be quick," I said as I parked the Jeep in a near-empty parking 
lot.  "I promise."  Tommy smiled as he got opened his door and stepped 
out.  The mall was as empty as the lot.  There was a Wal-Mart, a few 
men's and women's apparel stores, and not much else.  I took Tommy's 
hand and we headed into the discount store. 
 
I was true to my word; it didn't take long.  By the time we left there, 
about twenty minutes later, Tommy had a warm cable-knit sweater, a long 
woolen scarf, and a striped knit cap.  He'd refused my offer of mittens, 
preferring to jam his hands inside his coat pockets to keep them warm, a 
gesture that made him look a couple of years older, a teenager trying to 
develop a sense of cool.
 
It was his innocence that attracted me, the way he still saw things as 
fresh and new, the way the child within him hadn't yet be displaced by a 
jaded, sullen teenager.  He could still be bashful, like the way he 
smiled and looked down at his feet when the pretty young cashier rang up 
our purchases, or the way he blushed when he had to accompany me into 
the women's lingerie section to buy a package of panties in case we had 
to stay another day or two. 
 
We drove around town for a while, pretty much aimlessly, just looking at 
houses before heading off into the countryside.  There wasn't much to 
see here, just rolling hills, isolated houses, and a thick layer of snow 
over everything.  A couple of hours later we headed back to town, to a 
restaurant in town for lunch, steak sandwiches and hot fishermen's soup. 
 
After we ate we headed down the TCH to the aviation museum.  It was 
quiet there, more staff people present than visitors, and one of the 
employees, an elderly man with white hair and a weathered face, took the 
time to escort us  through the museum, showing us the half-dozen 
aircraft they had on open-air display.  Tommy was fascinated, utterly 
taken with these machines of war, climbing under and over and through, 
smiling as he sat in the cockpit of a fragile-looking training plane. 
 
We stayed there for almost two hours, and the man, who'd flown planes 
like these in the war, patiently answered every one of Tommy's 
questions.  I thanked him when we left, after he gave Tommy a set of 
gold wings for his jacket.  As we headed back to Gander, I saw a sign on 
the side of the road, marking the location of the War Memorial.  I 
turned off the highway, to the place where 100 white slabs poked up from 
a quiet blanket of snow, and shut off the Jeep. 
 
"Why are we stopping here?" Tommy asked. 
 
"No reason," I said.  But there was a reason.  I wanted Tommy to see 
this.  The sexiness of those warplanes had intoxicated him, and I felt 
he needed a sobering moment.  In the hospital in which I worked I'd seen 
all too many young men, shot or stabbed, all because they were lured 
into gangs.  They never saw the consequences of their actions, the 
broken bodies wheeled into the wards on a daily basis.  I wanted Tommy 
to see the consequences, the ones who went up in those planes and never 
came back, 100 men and boys who paid the ultimate sacrifice. 
 
We got out of the car and stood at the edge of the clearing, holding 
hands as we watched these warriors slumber beneath the snow.  It was 
quiet, no cars, no planes overhead, just the whistling of the wind 
through the bare branches of the trees. 
 
Tommy let go of my hand and walked over to the nearest grave.  He knelt 
at the edge for a minute, looking down at the ground, and then got up, 
brushing the snow from his knee.  Tommy looked back at me for a second, 
and then he took the gold wings the man at the museum had given him, 
removing them from his jacket and placing them on the gravestone.  Then 
he turned and walked back to where I was standing. 
 
"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing a single tear rolling down my cheek. 
 
"Yes," I said, taking him in my arms and kissing his forehead.  If I 
wasn't sure that I was falling in love with this handsome young man 
before, seeing him place his gold wings on the gravestone made it a 
certainty.  We returned to the car and drove back on to the highway. 
 
"Would you mind pulling over?" Tommy asked. 
 
"What's wrong?" 
 
"I need to...you know," he said, bashfully.  I reached for his hand and 
squeezed it, taking the first road off of the highway I could find.  It 
led to an old cinder block building, its windows boarded and broken, a 
forgotten structure on the periphery of Gander International Airport.  
While I waited in the idling Jeep, Tommy got out and disappeared behind 
a stand of bushes.  A couple of minutes later he returned, tugging at 
the zipper of his pants. 
 
"I think I broke it," he said, closing the door behind him. 
 
"Let me see," I said, leaning over as Tommy pulled up his shirt.  One of 
the teeth of his zipper had fallen off and the slider had derailed, 
leaving his jeans open below the button.  As I fumbled with the zipper, 
trying to reconnect the halves, I could feel Tommy's boycock begin to 
harden inside his briefs. 
 
"Can you fix it?" he asked me. 
 
"I don't know," I said.  "I have some safety pins in my handbag, 
though."  I was about to reach for it when another impulse took hold of 
me, and instead of fishing through my bag for the pins, I lowered my 
head into his lap, fishing his hardness out of his shorts and engulfed 
him with my mouth.  I heard him gasp and felt his fingers running 
through my hair as I sucked him. 
 
"Oh...oh my...yes...suck me..."  Tommy had never vocalized his pleasure 
like this before.  Hearing him lit a fire within me, and I began to suck 
him hungrily, greedily, making his stiff morsel glisten with saliva.  
Right before he came he pushed my head into his lap, not too hard, and 
lifted his hips, burying his cock in my mouth.  I felt him erupt into my 
throat, a hot blob of semen that pulsed from his glans as he relaxed 
against the car's seat.  After I milked him with my lips, getting the 
last drops of his precious boycum, I straightened up, putting my arm 
around Tommy's shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. 
 
"I'm sorry about that," he said. 
 
"About what?" 
 
"Pushing your head and all that," Tommy said, looking down at his lap. 
 
"It's okay, baby," I cooed, kissing him on the lips.  "It wasn't that 
hard.  But you should try to be gentle." 
 
"Gentle," he repeated.  I looked in his eyes and then down at his lap.  
He was still hard, and when I returned my gaze to his, I could see a 
hunger there, the same look I'd seen on my own eyes when I glanced in 
the rear-view mirror. 
 
"You want me," I said. 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Tell me.  Tell me how much you want me." 
 
"Karen," Tommy said, breathless.  He turned in his seat and held me, 
laying his head on my breasts.  "I want you more than anything." 
 
"Tommy..."  He looked up and I pressed my lips to his, parting them with 
my tongue, seeking his own.  We shared our most passionate kiss ever, 
our lips locked, tongues dancing like dolphins in the sea, our hands 
roaming everywhere.   
 
"Let's get in back," I said after we broke off our kiss.  Tommy smiled 
to himself as he scrambled over the front seat back on to the split rear 
seat.  I stepped out of the driver's side and looked around.  We were 
hidden from the highway and the airport by trees.  There was always a 
chance that someone would stumble across us, either a policeman or 
perhaps someone who needed to relieve himself, as Tommy had done.  But I 
didn't care, in fact the risk made my desire him even more.   
 
Tommy had unlatched the rear seat back and folded it.  As I shut the 
front door and climbed into the carpeted cargo compartment, he shrugged 
off his coat and sweater, bunching them into a pillow and placing them 
by the tailgate.  I took off my coat, not an easy task while sitting 
down, so we'd have a blanket over us. 
 
"Touch me, Tommy," I murmured, unbuttoning my blouse as we laid together 
under my coat, facing each other.  He reached out for my breast, 
caressing it through black lace.  I reached into my blouse and shrugged 
the strap off of my shoulder and peeled down the cup of my bra, exposing 
my crinkly nipple to his curious fingers.  Then he leaned forward and 
pressed his lips to my breast, kissing it, licking my pebbly areola, 
suckling my stiff nipple.  I gasped and pressed his head to my bosom, 
perhaps a bit too hard. 
 
"Sorry," I said. 
 
"No, it's alright," Tommy replied.  "You liked that?" 
 
"Yes, oh yes," I whispered.  He smiled and went back to suckling me, and 
I felt one of his hands on my hip roaming down my thigh, under the hem 
of my skirt.  I reached down and hiked it up for him, lifting my hips 
from the floor of the Jeep so I could pull my skirt up to my waist.  His 
fingers stopped when he reached the top of my stocking and then they 
danced over my thigh, lightly grazing my bare skin before brushing 
against the crotch of my black lace panties.  I felt my hunger for him 
growing in my belly, and my hips began to move of their own accord, 
pressing against Tommy's hand. 
 
Tommy slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties, running 
them through my pubic hair before moving down to my cleft.  He fumbled 
with my labia before finding the entrance to my wet slit.  Tommy needed 
no coaching now; he knew exactly what to do.  He probed my passage with 
his fingertip, just long enough to moisten it before bringing it up to 
my clitoris, now swollen with desire for his touch. 
 
When Tommy's finger brushed against my pearl, I felt like I was free-
falling, like the world was dropping away below me.  As he swirled his 
finger around my button and suckled my crinkly nipple, I felt a rush of 
pleasure and desire surge through me, like nothing I'd ever felt before.  
Maybe it was the danger of our situation, perhaps it was the feelings I 
had for this beautiful boy.  No one had ever made me feel like this.  No 
one. 
 
As Tommy fingered my sex, I reached down for his stiff boycock, now 
pressing against my stockinged thigh.  Tommy released my nipple from his 
lips and gasped as I slid his foreskin back and forth over his hard 
shaft.  I wanted his beautiful cock so much, I wanted to feel his flesh 
inside me.  He was about to suckle my nipple again when I stopped him. 
 
"I want you in me," I whispered.  "Do you want to fuck me, Tommy?" 
 
"Yes," he said under his breath.  "Oh, yes." 
 
As I rolled on my back and skinned my panties off, Tommy pulled down his 
pants and briefs, climbing between my legs and laying on top of me.  I 
pulled my coat back over us, even though it wasn't really necessary; 
we'd already fogged up the windows of the Cherokee so no one could see 
inside.  I pressed my lips against Tommy's, reached down, and guided 
his hardness inside me. 
 
We had to be quick, and when Tommy began to thrust, short, quick 
strokes, I made no effort to slow him down.  I wrapped my arms around 
him and held his body to my breasts as his hips rocked back and forth, 
pumping my hungry sex with his stiff boycock.  I spread my thighs as 
wide as I could with my skirt bunched up around my hips, hoping to feel 
him deeper.  Tommy started pounding me hard, his hips bouncing off of my 
thighs with each thrust, his slack balls hitting the bottoms of my ass 
cheeks. 
 
Then Tommy did something he must have seen in the movies we watched.  He 
placed his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs over his shoulders, 
thrusting as deep as he could.  He started banging me even harder, 
faster, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pounded my cleft.  My 
feet touched the roof of the Jeep and I had to push back against the 
tailgate to keep from hitting my head.  I could feel the car begin to 
rock on its suspension, and this added to that weightless feeling of 
pleasure.  I'd been close to my release when he was fingering me, and 
now his hard boy flesh was about to fulfill me, to bring me to my 
climax. 
 
"Tommy...yes...yes...oh!  Oh!  Oh, God!  Ungh!"  I felt myself flush 
after that rather unladylike grunt, but I had already lost control of 
myself.  I was aware of only one thing, Tommy's cock, pistoning in and 
out of my passage.  His hips moved so fast I could hardly keep up, and 
by this point I was trembling beneath him, letting him pump my hungry 
hole as I came.  He let go of my legs, letting them fall his side, 
laying on top of me once again.  I wrapped my arms around him and rocked 
beneath him, clenching myself around his shaft, making myself tighter 
for him.  We kissed and his hips began to stutter, a hitch in their 
rhythm, and I felt that telltale twitch inside me as his penis began to 
spasm. 
 
"Come for me, baby," I cooed.  "Come for me..." 
 
"Oh, Karen," he gasped.  "Oh..."  I cupped his firm young buns and felt 
them tense and release as he spurted his semen inside me.  As he 
erupted, his shaft twitched again and his glans rubbed against my g-
spot, sending a delightful shiver through my body.  We kissed again, 
my hands roaming under his jersey, caressing his smooth skin.  There was 
a spot between his shoulder blades that made him shiver, too, and Tommy 
broke off our kiss with a boyish giggle. 
 
"Ticklish?" I asked him. 
 
"Are you?" 
 
"You'll find out later," I said.  "We should get dressed before..." 
 
As if to punctuate my words, we heard the sound of tires on gravel.  
Another car must have taken the turn-off.  We looked at each other for a 
split-second and then there was a mad scramble to straighten our 
clothes.  I left my coat in the back and pushed my skirt back down 
around my thighs, tumbling over the front seats and sliding behind the 
wheel.  Tommy was next, pulling up his briefs and jeans and pulling the 
rear seat back up, leaving his jacket and sweater in the cargo area. 
 
"Who is it?" he asked as I wiped clear a bit of the mist that coated the 
windows and looked out.  I'd expected to see a police cruiser or an 
airport vehicle, but instead there was a Ford Explorer parked next to 
the chain-link fence, about fifty feet away. 
 
"I don't know," I said, watching as a man stepped out of the passenger 
side and looked around.  He looked at our Jeep for a moment and then 
disappeared into the trees, coming out a minute later and getting back 
behind the wheel.  A moment later he drove off, back to the highway. 
 
"He must've had to go," Tommy said, climbing into the front seat. 
 
"That was close." 
 
"What would happen if...?" 
 
"I don't want to think about that," I said. 
 
"You'd get in a lot of trouble, wouldn't you?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"And me?" 
 
"Yes.  No.  Maybe."  I turned the key in the ignition and started the 
Jeep, flipping the heater on its defrost setting.  As the car idled the 
windows began to clear, and I felt my conscience begin to weigh on me.  
This was wrong, this was all wrong.  What was I doing? 
 
"So you're risking everything to be with me?" Tommy asked, reaching for 
my hand. 
 
"Yes."  I looked at him, seeing his blue eyes sparkle.  I wanted to tell 
him how much I loved him, but I was afraid, afraid of hurting him, of 
hurting myself.  Our time together would soon come to an end, and I knew 
that I'd carry him in my heart for the rest of my life.  But Tommy had 
no such fears. 
 
"I love you, Karen," he said. 
 
"Oh, baby," I whispered, turning to embrace him, "I love you, too." 
 
It was a quick embrace, though I wanted it to last forever.  The windows 
had cleared, and I put the Jeep in gear, turning back on to the highway, 
heading back to the motel.  We parked in the lot, and Tommy scrambled 
into the back seat, gathering our discarded clothes before we went 
inside, back to our rooms.  I took off my blouse and skirt, wrapping my 
kimono around me before knocking on his door. 
 
"Tommy, we should talk about this," I said, after he opened the door 
that connected our rooms.  He had his jeans off, wearing just his 
football jersey and his briefs.  We sat down on the bed together and I 
pulled his jeans into my lap, fiddling with the broken zipper as I 
spoke. 
 
"It's going to hurt.  We'll never be together after this, and it kills 
me, it breaks my heart.  And I don't want you to be hurt, too.  It's too 
much for a boy your age..." 
 
"But...but I love you," Tommy said.  He put his arm around me and leaned 
his head on my shoulder, and I could feel him start to sob. 
 
"And I love you," I whispered.  "But by this time tomorrow we'll be 
apart, and we'll never be together like this again." 
 
"But we'll have tonight," he said, looking up at me with his glistening 
blue eyes. 
 
"We'll have tonight." 
 
"That's good enough," Tommy said, touching his lips to mine.  As we 
kissed, I knew that Tommy would take this better than I would.  His 
heart was young, resilient, free, and I couldn't hurt him if I tried.  
The memory he'd carry of our time together would be a good one, even if 
it was tinged with the bittersweet taste of loss.  As his soft, wet 
tongue met mine, I felt a surge of desire, a need to make his memories 
even better. 
 
"Let's take a shower before we go to dinner," I said, breaking off our 
kiss.  Tommy smiled, and I felt that gnawing hunger within me return.  
Standing up from the bed, I led him by the hand into my room, into the 
bathroom.  As he fiddled with the faucets and shower head, I opened my 
kimono and stripped off my panties, wetting a washcloth with warm water 
from the sink.  I sat down on the toilet seat and pressed the cloth 
against my cleft, sighing as the warmth spread through my body. 
 
"Would you hand me the shaving gel and my razor?" I asked Tommy.  He 
brought them to me and I sprayed the gel on my pussy, all over my pubes 
and down both sides of my labia, all the way to my ass, working it in 
with my fingers until it lathered into a thick foam.  Tommy watched, 
fascinated, as I shaved my sex, all of my bush, even the fine hairs 
around my bottom, until I was completely hairless.  After I wiped away 
the last remnants of the shaving gel, Tommy leaned in to take a closer 
look at my sex. 
 
"Like what you see?"  I parted my lips with my fingers, exposing my most 
intimate parts for him to see. 
 
"Oh, yes," Tommy said.  "Can I...?"  He extended his hand, tentatively. 
 
"Go ahead," I said.  "Play with my pussy, Tommy."  He smiled as he 
probed my depths, watching intently as his finger disappeared inside me, 
sliding on a carpet of my juices and his sperm.  Tommy had taken a good 
look at the way I was made the night before, but now that I'd shaved my 
sex, he saw it anew. 
 
I shuddered as his fingertip swirled over my button, and he became 
fascinated with the effect his touch had on me, the way I rocked my hips 
when he penetrated me with his fingers, my heat, my moisture.  I 
shrugged my kimono off of my shoulders and unhooked my bra, pulling the 
lacy black cups off of my breasts.  As Tommy fingered my slit and clit, 
I squeezed my breasts, flicking my fingertips over my stiff nipples. 
 
"Tommy?" I said.  He looked up at me.  "Would you lick me?  Please?"  He 
smiled and nodded. 
 
Tommy looked down at my pussy and then back up to my face, seeing the 
hunger and desire that smoldered in my eyes.  Then he leaned in and 
extended his tongue, swirling it over my pearly clit, making me moan and 
writhe on top of the toilet seat.  He had two fingers in me now, sawing 
them in and out as he sucked and licked my swollen button. 
 
The act of shaving had really turned me on; I'd never done anything like 
that.  Doing it while Tommy watched was even better.  And now the 
combination of his fingers in my hungry slit and his tongue ravishing my 
swollen clit was driving me wild, making me quiver and cry out in 
pleasure, and I had to wedge myself against the corner of the small 
motel bathroom to keep from falling off of the toilet seat. 
 
I was insatiable.  Tommy made me come over and over, making me tremble, 
making me shake, making me weak, making me finally sit up and push him 
away from my sex.  He smiled, his face glistening with my juices, proud 
of himself for making me come so hard.  I slipped off of the toilet and 
fell to my knees in front of him, still so weak from my climax that I 
almost fell over.  Tommy put his arms out and steadied me, holding my 
arms as we kissed. 
 
"God, that was so good," I whispered, my voice scratchy from crying out. 
 
"You liked that, didn't you," Tommy said. 
 
"I loved it," I said, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him.  I 
pressed my wet sex against the bulge in his briefs, rubbing it, teasing 
my beautiful boy. 
 
"Let's take care of this in the shower," I said, stroking his hardness 
through his underwear.  We stood up and I pulled his jersey over his 
head as he pushed his briefs down to his ankles.  His erection bobbed as 
he stepped into the shower.  I tied my hair back and followed him, 
reaching for the soap. 
 
"Hands up, Tommy," I said.  He raised his arms and I began to soap him 
all over, lathering his beautiful body, his smooth chest, his flat 
belly, his long legs, his firm young buns, his hairless balls, his stiff 
boycock.  I guided him into the stream of hot water, rinsing off the 
front of his body, and then I knelt on the floor of the tub and took his 
penis in my mouth. 
 
As I ravished his hard young tool, Tommy laid his hands on my shoulders, 
his hips gently rocking back and forth.  I cupped his soapy buns in my 
hands, encouraging him to fuck my face, to use my mouth for his 
pleasure.  I heard him gasp as I swirled my tongue over his pistoning 
shaft, and he drew another sharp breath as I began to probe his bottom 
with a soapy finger. 
 
"Ooh!" he cried, flinching when he felt my finger pierce his hole, 
nearly choking me with his hard flesh. 
 
"Sorry," I said, releasing him from my mouth.  "You didn't like that." 
 
"It felt weird," he said. 
 
"My husband liked it," I said, suddenly feeling ashamed for revealing 
such an intimate secret.  But it was true; he loved it when I'd give him 
a "prostate exam" with a greased latex fingercot.  He'd fill my mouth 
when he came, something I didn't really care for at first, but 
eventually I got used to the near-torrent of seminal fluid that spurted 
from his penis whenever I rubbed his prostate. 
 
"He did?" 
 
"Nevermind," I said.  "Relax, and I'll just suck you." 
 
"No, wait," he said.  "I want to try it." 
 
"Are you sure?" 
 
"Yes," Tommy declared, "I'm sure".  He leaned against the tile wall and 
spread his legs as I took his penis back in my mouth.  I rolled the bar 
of soap in my hands, getting them nice and slick, and then began to 
fondle his balls with one hand as I probed his ass with the other.  I 
pressed my soapy fingertip into Tommy's bottom, feeling it resist at 
first and then relax, letting my index finger slip inside.  With my 
other hand I pulled his foreskin taut and began to ravish his boycock 
with my tongue, making his hardness dance and twitch in my mouth like a 
live animal. 
 
I'd only wormed half of my finger inside his bottom when he suddenly 
came, erupting in my mouth, a hot geyser of semen, the most he'd ever 
spurted.  Tommy's knees buckled, and he sank to the side of the tub, 
flushed and out of breath, his cock still dribbling a thin, clear fluid. 
 
"Now you see why he liked that," I said, leaning forward and kissing him 
on the lips. 
 
"Oh, my," Tommy gasped.  "That was...that was...wow..." 
 
I helped him to his feet and washed him again, and he could only watch 
as I lathered myself and rinsed my body.  Tommy just stood there as I 
dried him off, a goofy smile on his face, a contentment in his heavily 
lidded eyes. 
 
"Why don't you take a nap," I said, wrapping the towel around his waist.  
"Then we'll have a nice dinner out."  Tommy nodded and I led him by the 
hand to his room, tucking him into his bed and turning out the lights.  
Back in my room, I raided the freshly restocked mini-bar, pouring myself 
a scotch and diluting it with chilled spring water.  I stood at the 
window, watching the sun set as I sipped my drink, lost in the forest of 
my thoughts and feelings. 
 
It was good that we'd soon be apart, I thought.  A clean break, a tidy 
end, the one relationship in my life that didn't end in recriminations 
and broken promises.  I wondered what Tommy would take from this, what 
lessons he'd learned during our time together.  Not the sexual things, 
but the emotional ones.  Would he know how fragile a heart could be?  Or 
how strong?  Would he try to repeat this experience with another woman?  
Would this sexualize his feelings for Nicole?  While I was certain he'd 
had a vague notion of love and sex before we met, now he knew more than 
a twelve-year-old boy should.  If he did summon the courage to approach 
her, where would it go?  Certainly he wouldn't settle for holding hands 
or a quick kiss on the lips. 
 
Once again, I pictured them together, lying on a bed, fumbling with each 
other's clothes, Tommy's pants pushed down around his legs, Nicole's 
skirt hiked up around her waist, his hand busy inside her pink cotton 
panties, her fingers exploring his hard boycock.  I imagined her a 
willing partner, as curious as he was, but would it really turn out this 
way?  I began to worry that Tommy might make her do some of the things 
we'd done.  She was too young for this. 
 
Apart from those times with Josh behind the azalea bushes, watching each 
other pee, I'd had my first sexual experiences when I was her age, 
Tommy's age, twelve going on thirteen, kissing and petting with my 
boyfriend Jeff in my bedroom.  We were supposed to be working on a 
social studies project, but instead I let him take my shorts off and 
touch me through my panties.  It wasn't my fondest memory.  Not that it 
wasn't pleasurable, though I didn't really come until I was alone in bed 
that night, but what I really remember from that afternoon was feeling 
embarrassed over my cartoon character sheets and pillowcases. 
 
He took my virginity a year later, in his room instead of mine, on his 
comic book character sheets, Spiderman instead of Winnie the Pooh.  It 
hurt when he broke my hymen, really hurt, and though there wasn't much 
blood, Jeff got a little freaked out.  His room was filled with plastic 
models, fighter jets and rocketships, long, spiky, pointed shapes that 
seemed to embody my pain.  Neither of us came that day, and we didn't 
see each other for another week.  It was better for both of us when we 
did it a second time, but I had to talk him into it. 
 
Jeff dumped me not long afterwards, even though we'd been going out for 
over a year before actually having sex.  It hurt much more than losing 
my virginity, a dull heartache that aspirin couldn't reach, compounded 
by the humiliating feeling of having been used.  As I finished my drink, 
I decided to talk about this with Tommy, to try and keep Nicole from the 
pain I'd felt.  If I could get this through to him, I could send him off 
with something like a clear conscience.  Not that I wouldn't carry some 
guilt over shamelessly corrupting a minor, but at least I'd be able to 
sleep at night. 
 
I walked into Tommy's room, quietly making my way over to his bed.  He 
was still asleep, the madder rose of twilight bathing his angelic face.  
I leaned over and kissed his smooth forehead, unsullied by lines of 
worry or care.  Tommy opened his eyes and smiled, sitting up and hugging 
me. 
 
"I had a dream about you," Tommy said. 
 
"You did?  Tell me..." 
 
"It was sunny, a sunny place," he said.  "A beach.  The water was so 
blue..."  He paused, trying to retrieve the scraps of his dream before 
they were gone forever.  "We didn't have to wear our bathing kit but you 
were worried about the sun.  You had this lotion..." 
 
"Go on," I said, slipping my hand under the sheets, under the waistband 
of his briefs, taking hold of his hardness. 
 
"You put it on me, all over me," Tommy said, closing his eyes as I slid 
his foreskin up and down his shaft.  "It felt so good." 
 
"And then...?" 
 
"Then it was your turn for the lotion," he said, sighing as he felt my 
fingers dancing over his hardness.  "I put it on your breasts and your 
bum..." 
 
I pulled the sheets aside and tugged at his briefs.  Tommy lifted his 
bottom off of the bed and I pulled them down his thighs.  His stiff 
boycock sprung free from the waistband, and I wasted no time in pouncing 
on it, taking him into my mouth and sucking him greedily.  I held his 
foreskin tight with my hand as I swirled my tongue over his pole, my 
head bobbing above his thighs.  Suddenly his cock twitched in my mouth, 
and I felt him spurt a single blob of semen right on my tongue.  I sat 
up, still holding his cock, and let it slide down the back of my throat 
like a raw oyster. 
 
"That was a wonderful dream, Tommy," I said, leaning forward and kissing 
his forehead.  "Getting hungry?"  I reached for the lamp next to the bed 
and turned it on. 
 
"Yes, I am," Tommy replied, shielding his eyes from the light until they 
adjusted to the brightness. 
 
"Put on something nice," I said, kissing him on the lips.  "I'm going to 
take you out to a better restaurant than the one here."  Tommy smiled 
and climbed out of bed as I returned to my room to get dressed.  I'd 
hung up the one dressy dress I'd brought that morning, after we found 
out about the additional delay, so it wouldn't get wrinkled in my bag.  
It was the little black dress I'd worn to the closing night cocktail 
party.  While I touched up my makeup, I listened to the news on the 
television.  It was still snowing on the East Coast, but the airports 
south of Philadelphia and west of Albany had started to dig themselves 
out, plowing runways and taxiways and resuming operations. 
 
Tommy knocked on my door as I was putting on my pearls, and he helped me 
clasp the necklace and pull up the zipper of my dress.  He'd donned a 
dark blue blazer with a crest on the pocket, grey flannel trousers, 
sharply creased down the front, a starched white shirt, and his blue-
and-red-striped school tie. 
 
"You look so handsome," I said, turning around and kissing him.  I 
combed his unruly sandy hair into place with my fingers, brushing it 
away from his lovely face. 
 
"Thank you," Tommy said.  "You look beautiful, Karen." 
 
"Thanks, sweetie," I said, kissing his cheek.  I licked my thumb and 
rubbed away the lipstick mark.  "Ready to go?" 
 
"Yes, ma'am," he said, helping me into my coat like a perfect gentleman.  
He put on his jacket and took my arm as we left the room, heading down 
to the parking lot.  The desk clerk had recommended Sinbad's, a 
restaurant located in another hotel in town, so that was where we drove 
as twilight faded to darkness. 
 
It was a nicer restaurant than I thought it would be.  I'll admit that 
living in Manhattan had made me jaded, expecting avant garde cuisine and 
indifferent service wherever I traveled.  I was pleasantly surprised by 
this place.  Tommy and I shared a smoked salmon entree, made from fish 
caught and processed not far from Gander according to the waitress, and 
she brought us a bottle of strawberry wine, grown and bottled at a local 
vineyard.  For the main course Tommy had a juicy tenderloin steak and 
sea scallops, while I had a creamy Coquille St. Jacques, and we shared 
an order of cherry pie and ice cream with our after-dinner tea. 
 
We drove back to our motel after dinner.  I parked the Jeep and turned 
off the ignition, and as Tommy went to open his door I stopped him, 
holding his arm. 
 
"Wait.  I need to talk to you." 
 
"Pardon?" 
 
"Before we go back to the room, I want to ask you something."  Tommy sat 
back in his seat and I turned to face him.  "How old is Nicole?" I 
asked. 
 
"My age," Tommy replied.  "Twelve." 
 
"She's not old enough to do the things we've done together," I said.  
"Maybe in a year or two, but not now.  Do you understand?"  I reached 
for his hands and held them. 
 
"I do," he said.  "But I haven't even asked her if she..." 
 
"You will." 
 
"I don't know how to..." 
 
"I'll help you," I said. 
 
"You'd do that?  But..." 
 
"But what?" 
 
"I don't know...I mean...aren't you a bit...oh, hell."  Even in the dim 
light of the parking lot I could see Tommy blush when he realized he'd 
cursed.  "I'm sorry," he said, looking down at his shoes. 
 
"Am I jealous of her?" I said.  Tommy nodded.  "A little.  She's young.  
She's pretty, right?"  Tommy nodded again.  "You really like her, don't 
you?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Then that's all I care about.  I want you to be happy, Tommy.  And I 
want you to grow up to be a kind, considerate, loving person.  A 
gentleman.  You understand, right?" 
 
"I do," Tommy said, leaning closer for a kiss.  It was a quick one 
because, as dim as the parking lot was, there were cars pulling in and 
out, illuminating us with their headlights. 
 
"Want to go upstairs and have some fun?" I whispered. 
 
"Oh, yes," he said, smiling and kissing me on the cheek.  We left the 
Jeep and headed back to my room.  As soon as I'd closed and latched the 
door behind us, Tommy was taking off his clothes and climbing into bed.  
He watched as I took off my dress and slip and got drinks from the mini-
bar, a beer for him, white wine for myself. 
 
"Could we watch some more of those naughty movies?" he asked. 
 
"Of course," I said.  "Whatever you'd like."  I fetched my credit card 
from my purse and ordered an evening's worth of adult movies from the 
pay-per-view, settling into bed next to Tommy when I was done.  As he 
watched a woman in pigtails and white panties suck a man's penis, I 
reached under the blanket and stroked his stiffening cock.  Another man 
entered the scene, pulling down the woman's undies and licking her 
shaved snatch before mounting her. 
 
As I stroked Tommy's cock, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, 
cupping my breasts as he watched the woman on the television being 
skewered by two veiny pricks.  Tommy leaned over and began to suckle my 
nipples, keeping one eye on the television.  I jerked his stiff penis 
with one hand while I ran the fingers of my other hand through his sandy 
hair. 
 
"Let me suck you," I whispered in his ear.  Tommy released my nipple 
from his mouth and leaned back against the pillows as I planted a trail 
of kisses down his chest and tummy, leading towards his beautiful 
boycock.  He sighed as I took his meat in my mouth, licking and sucking 
his delicious morsel.  As Tommy watched the movie, I took his hairless 
scrotum in my mouth and suckled his tiny balls, sliding his foreskin up 
and down over his hard shaft.  I probed between his cheeks with my 
fingers, and he spread his thighs a bit wider to give me access to his 
puckered sphincter.  I took his cock back in my mouth and pressed a 
moistened fingertip into his bottom, making him gasp as I penetrated his 
tight hole.  Pulling his foreskin taut with my other hand, I bathed his 
lovely wand with my tongue, feeling him twitch between my lips. 
 
"I'm going to come," Tommy gasped.  I swirled my tongue around the tip 
of his cock and released him from my mouth, gently stroking his hard 
shaft. 
 
"Do it, Tommy," I urged him.  "Come for me."  I wiggled my finger inside 
his bottom, worming deeper inside his hole.  He let out a little cry of 
joy and began to shudder as his cock started spurting his hot cream.  
The first shot landed on my lips and chin, and then I took him back in 
my mouth, sucking the semen that followed, milking his spasming penis 
with my lips. 
 
"Do you like it?" Tommy asked me after I sucked him dry and licked my 
lips. 
 
"Like what?" I said, reaching for a tissue to wipe his cream from my 
chin. 
 
"The taste," he said. 
 
"It took some time to get used to it," I replied, laying next to him.  
"Yours is yummy, though."  I kissed him on the lips, parting them with 
my tongue, knowing he could taste his essence, the flavor that lingered 
on my lips.  I stroked his smooth skin, caressing his chest and stomach, 
gently rubbing his soft cock and smooth balls. 
 
"I've tasted it before," Tommy said, breaking off our kiss. 
 
"Yours?" 
 
"Yes," he admitted. 
 
"Curious?"  When it came to curiosity, I knew that cats had nothing on 
young boys. 
 
"Martin dared me." 
 
"Who's Martin?" 
 
"My mate, from school," Tommy said.  "His father had some magazines, and 
we'd wank together." 
 
"Did you touch each other?" 
 
"Um, once," he said, blushing. 
 
"It's okay, Tommy," I reassured him.  "Lots of boys do this." 
 
"Really?" 
 
"All the time," I said.  "It's okay to experiment.  It's all part of 
growing up." 
 
"Have you ever...I mean, with another girl?" 
 
"Yes," I said.  "When I was your age, my best friend and I used to kiss 
and pet each other.  We called it 'practice', for when we started dating 
boys." 
 
"You did?"  Tommy said.  I felt his cock begin to harden in my hand as 
he pictured two girls his age kissing. 
 
"For almost a year, until we had boyfriends," I said.  "We had a rule, 
'no bare skin'.  We'd keep our bras and panties on when we touched each 
other.  Do you know what a 'rationalization' is, Tommy?" 
 
"That's a...when you..." 
 
"It's when you think of a good reason for doing something that might be 
bad." 
 
"Oh," he said. 
 
"Leslie and I were more than just friends, and calling what we did 
'practice' was a rationalization, a way of avoiding the truth, that we 
really lusted after each other, that we could have fallen in love." 
 
"I understand." 
 
"The reason I'm bringing this up is because I've rationalized what we've 
done together, telling myself that I'm teaching you to be a good lover, 
a gentleman." 
 
"That's not the truth?" Tommy said. 
 
"Not the whole truth," I replied.  "I think you'll be all these things, 
even if we'd never met.  But..." 
 
"But what?"  Tommy looked up at me with his brilliant blue eyes. 
 
"The truth is that I'm mad about you.  I love you.  I love your eyes, I 
love your smile, I love sucking your beautiful cock, I love the way you 
fuck me, I love the way you gasp when you come..." 
 
"Karen," he said, his eyes glistening.  "I love you, too." 
 
"Baby," I cooed, holding him close, nearly crushing him against my 
breasts.  "I want to take you home, to have you forever, to kiss you 
every night and every morning, to please you, to make you happy." 
 
"I want to make you happy," Tommy whispered, his voice choked with 
emotion.  I loosened my hold on his firm young body and we kissed, our 
hands roaming over each other's skin, stroking, fondling, cupping and 
kneading.  He slipped his hand into my panties, his fingers grazing my 
freshly shorn sex, finding my cleft, my pearl, throbbing in anticipation 
of his touch.  The movie, all but forgotten for the moment, became a 
soundtrack for our lovemaking, the cries of the actress masking my own 
moans of pleasure. 
 
"You do make me happy, baby," I cooed.  "You do..."  Tommy's moist 
fingertip swirled around my clit, making me squirm with delight.  I 
reached for his hard boycock and stroked it as he pleasured me, a 
feeling of pure joy growing within my body, a spreading warmth, a tingle 
centered between my legs, growing to encompass my being, my self.  I was 
so absorbed in these sensations that I found myself squeezing Tommy's 
penis, and though he didn't seem to mind that, I relaxed my grip on his 
hardness, rubbing him with my open palm. 
 
Tommy's fingers moved faster now, manipulating my sex with a skill that 
went beyond his years.  I rocked my hips, riding his hand towards my 
release, the pleasure of his swirling fingertip compounded by the 
feelings I had for this beautiful young man.  I pictured him growing up, 
at fourteen, sixteen, eighteen, his blond hair long and flowing, his 
chest and shoulders broad and firm, his boycock grown into a man-sized 
tool, touching me in places I'd never been touched before.  As I 
imagined him spearing me with his hardness, filling me with his flesh, I 
found my release, trembling in his embrace, my thighs clamping together 
and trapping his hand between my legs as I came.  Tommy kept rubbing my 
clit until I had to stop him, pulling his hand from my panties.  I 
brought his wet fingers to my lips and licked them, making him smile and 
giggle. 
 
"Thank you, baby," I whispered, kissing him on the lips. 
 
"Was that alright then?" 
 
"That was wonderful," I said, reaching for his hardness once again and 
gently stroking it.  "I want to feel your lovely cock inside me.  Do you 
want to fuck me, baby?" 
 
"Oh, yes," he replied, leaning forward to kiss my breasts. 
 
"Take me from behind," I said.  "We can watch the movie while we do it."  
I sat up and positioned myself on my elbows and knees, facing the 
television, my ass in the air.  Tommy knelt behind me, slowly pulling my 
panties off of my bottom, leaving them down around my thighs.  I spread 
my legs as far as I could, and I felt the tip of his penis pressing 
against my cleft, seeking entrance to my passage.  He pushed his cock 
inside me, filling me, his young tool sliding deep inside me.  Tommy's 
penis felt longer, thicker than before; it must have been this position 
and the way my panties held my thighs together. 
 
There was a different woman on the television, a buxom brunette instead 
of the girl with the pigtails.  She was sucking her lover, a well-built 
and tattooed blond man, ravishing the head of his cock as her hand 
glided over his shaft, her eyes focused on his as she gobbled his tool.  
Tommy must have been enjoying this movie, as I heard his breathing 
quicken, his thrusts get faster, his hips banging against my bottom as 
he slid his penis in and out of my hungry sex.  My breasts swayed with 
every stroke, nipples rubbing against the duvet, making them stiffen and 
crinkle. 
 
The brunette released the man's glistening rod from her mouth and turned 
to kneel on the couch, presenting her pretty bottom to him, reaching 
back to guide his tool into her neatly trimmed snatch.  The man began to 
fuck her with long, slow strokes, and I felt Tommy slow down, matching 
his rhythm, as if we were part of the movie.  When the blond man began 
to probe her anus with his thumb, Tommy followed suit, pressing his 
finger against my bottom as he slowly pumped my pussy. 
 
"Ow, stop," I protested. 
 
"Sorry," he said, removing his finger. 
 
"It's okay," I said.  "We need some lubricant." 
 
Tommy pulled out of me and reached for the bottle of moisturizer from 
the bedside table, leaving me feeling suddenly empty, my ass hanging in 
the breeze.  He squirted some lotion on his thumb and slipped his stiff 
boycock back inside my cleft, pressing his slick finger into my bottom 
as he resumed his long, slow thrusts. 
 
"How does that feel?" Tommy asked me. 
 
"Heavenly," I replied, pushing my bottom back against his hips with each 
stroke.  As he slowly pumped my tender passages, I had a deliciously 
nasty thought: what would it feel like to be taken by two boys at once?  
Or more?  I pictured myself being ravished by a group of boys Tommy's 
age, three of them at first, their hard boycocks filling me, sawing in 
and out of my mouth, pussy, and ass, spurring me on to the heights of 
pleasure as they spurted their hot, creamy boycum inside me. 
 
I imagined a larger group of boys, five, ten, twenty, stroking their 
stiff poles as they waited their turn to mount me, their hands all over 
me, caressing, squeezing, pinching.  The more I fantasized about this, 
the more my pleasure grew, a hot kernel of lust that gnawed at my loins, 
spreading through my body with each thrust of Tommy's wonderful penis.  
I shut my eyes and saw myself swimming in a sea of boyflesh, hard cocks, 
soft skin, smooth faces, wet lips, kissing and licking and thrusting and 
making me come and come and come... 
 
"Oh, God...fuck me...fuck me hard...yes...yes...oh!"  As Tommy began to 
pound my hungry sex, pulling his finger from my bottom so he could hold 
me by the hips, I reached a blinding, convulsive climax that weakened my 
limbs and made me shudder beneath my young lover.  I fell forward on the 
bed but Tommy managed to stay inside me, clinging to my back as he 
pumped my pulsing passage.  I could hear his soft moans mix with my 
stifled cries, joining me in a duet of delight, punctuated by a groan as 
he found his own release, his spasming boycock erupting inside me as he 
came. 
 
Tommy's thrusts slowed and finally ceased, his cock buried inside me, 
still hard, twitching now and again.  It wasn't necessary for me to tell 
him to stay inside me; he knew my desires well now, and we stayed 
connected as he relaxed on top of me, planting gentle kisses on my 
shoulder and neck.  I reached for his hand and slipped my fingers 
between his, bringing them to my lips, kissing them, playfully sucking 
his index finger. 
 
"Karen," Tommy whispered, "that was..." 
 
"I know, baby.  I know."  I'd just had the best sex of my life, and it 
was with a twelve-year-old boy.  I wondered what my life would be like 
from this moment on.  How could I ever go back to dating men my age?  So 
self-absorbed they were, so intent on chalking up another "conquest", 
another notch on the bedpost.  Just as I pictured Tommy trying to 
reenact this experience, I knew that I'd attempt this as well, seeking 
out younger and younger lovers, obsessed with youth like that character 
from "Death in Venice".  I felt a pang of guilt and shame that went 
beyond the usual post-coital tristesse. 
 
"Are you alright?" Tommy asked me.  So perceptive for a boy his age. 
 
"I wish this night would never end," I said. 
 
"Maybe we could see each other again," he said. 
 
"I hope so, too."  I began to think of excuses for taking more time off 
from the hospital, something I could tell Tommy's aunt, a reason for us 
to be together while he was in New York.  Perhaps a trip to a museum or 
the theater, or lunch or dinner, followed by an all-too-brief tryst in 
my apartment afterwards. 
 
The parade of adult movies continued on the motel's television set, the 
next one being a repeat of one we'd seen the night before, with the 
redheaded secretary and the three executives in the conference room.  
Apparently, Tommy didn't mind seeing this one again, even though the 
gooey end had sort of disgusted him.  As he rested his head on my 
shoulder, watching the three men ravish the redhead's tender passages, 
his hips began to move, sliding the head of his cock in and out of my 
sex.  I squeezed his hand, letting him know how much I enjoyed the 
feeling of his hardness inside me.  Tommy was insatiable as I was, and I 
just couldn't get enough of his stiff boyflesh in my cleft. 
 
"Can you reach the pillows, Tommy?" I asked him.  I was laying flat on 
my belly, and in this position only the tip of his boycock and a bit of 
his shaft was inside me.  I wanted more, much more.  He managed to pull 
the pillows closer with his foot so he could grab them without pulling 
out of me.  I slipped them underneath my hips, pushing my bottom up so 
Tommy could penetrate deeper. 
 
"Mmmm...good...," he sighed, sliding his delicious boycock into my 
hungry pussy, slowly rocking his hips as we watched the dirty movie.  
The redhead was nearly naked now, laying across the conference table, a 
cock in her mouth and one in her cleft while the third man kneaded her 
breasts and pinched her nipples.  Tommy began to emulate the actor whose 
cock was buried in the redhead's cunt, moving his hips in a circular 
motion, up and down, side to side, stirring my wet honeypot with his 
stiff boycock. 
 
"God, that feels good, baby," I cooed.  Tommy responded by planting a 
big wet kiss on my neck as he covered my body with his, cupping my 
breasts and pinching my nipples as he fucked me.  When he switched to a 
back-and-forth motion, steadily pumping my hungry hole, I felt my 
pleasure rise once again with each thrust of his hardness in my needy 
sex.  Tommy began to pound me harder, squeezing my tits, his fingers 
clamping my stiff nipples, making me moan and writhe beneath him as I 
neared my release. 
 
"Tommy...oh, Tommy...my baby...ah...ah...fuck me, Tommy..."  I felt 
shameless now, cursing like a prostitute, letting this young boy have 
his way with me, using my body for his wanton pleasure.  The thought of 
being this boy's sexual plaything sent me over the edge, and I began to 
come beneath his pumping body, a climax as intense as the last one, 
bringing tears to my eyes and a low, guttural moan from deep within my 
belly. 
 
As my passage spasmed around Tommy's shaft, he kept thrusting, 
maintaining his hard, steady pace.  I tried to tighten my muscles around 
his stiff prick, urging him to spill his seed inside me, but he didn't 
seem to be getting close to his climax.  I could feel none of the 
telltale twitches that had preceded his orgasms.  A minute or two later, 
he began to slow down. 
 
"Karen?" he whispered in my ear. 
 
"Yes, Tommy?" 
 
"Could I...well...I'd like to..." 
 
"Tell me." 
 
"I'd like to put it in your bum again," he said.  "Is that okay?" 
 
I opened my eyes and looked up at the television.  The redhead on the 
conference table was being taken by all three men at once, and the 
camera lingered on a close-up shot of a thick and veiny cock sliding in 
and out of her ass.  This must have been what inspired Tommy to ask for 
anal sex. 
 
"Yes, it's okay," I said. 
 
"Are you sure?" 
 
"I'm sure, Tommy."  It was true: I wanted to feel his lovely boycock in 
my ass.  I wanted to let him use my body as his playground, to possess 
me completely, to do whatever he wanted in order to find his pleasure 
inside me, within me. 
 
Tommy pulled out of my soaking pussy, leaving me with that empty feeling 
for a moment.  Then I felt him pressing the tip of his penis into my 
ass.  My bottom was still slick with the lotion he'd applied, and his 
cock was slippery with my juices and his semen, easing his entrance into 
my tight passage.  He pressed forward slowly, steadily, pushing his 
hardness inside me until he was buried to the hilt, his hairless balls 
resting against my wet labia.  Tommy laid motionless for a moment, 
pulling my hair away from my face and kissing me tenderly on the cheek 
and neck. 
 
"You like my ass, don't you, baby?" 
 
"Oh, Karen," he whispered.  "It's the best feeling in the world.  Do you 
like it, too?" 
 
"I do, honey.  I do."  Though it had been a painful experience with my 
ex-husband, Tommy's slender penis fit perfectly.  "Go slow, baby." 
 
Tommy clung to my back as he began to thrust, slowly pulling his cock 
out until just the tip remained inside me before sliding back in my 
bottom.  It felt indescribably delicious, and the nastiness, the 
wickedness of letting this beautiful young boy sodomize me added to my 
pleasure.  I wondered if I'd be able to come this way, but before I had 
a chance to find out, Tommy grunted and I felt his cock begin to pulse 
inside my bottom, twitching and throbbing as he spurted whatever semen 
he had left into my ass.  His penis began to soften almost immediately.  
I wasn't surprised; he'd been constantly hard all evening, even after 
he'd come twice. 
 
"Ow," Tommy muttered as his flaccid member slipped out of my bottom. 
 
"Sore, baby?" 
 
"A bit."  He climbed off of me and got out of bed, heading for the 
bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth.  As I lay in 
bed, happy and exhausted, I felt Tommy begin to clean my messy bottom, 
gently wiping away the lotion and semen, the residue of our couplings.  
When he was done, I rolled on to my side and watched as he daubed his 
greasy cock with the wet cloth. 
 
"Let me do that for you, Tommy," I said, reaching out for the washcloth.  
"I'll be gentle."  Tommy handed me the washrag and laid back against the 
headboard as I curled up between his legs and cleaned him.  When I was 
finished, I cast the cloth aside and leaned over, planting a gentle kiss 
on his soft penis before scooting up next to him and wrapping my arms 
around his smooth young body.  Tommy sighed contentedly and laid his 
head on my shoulder.  We had a nightcap and watched another movie 
together before falling asleep in each other's arms. 
 
I had the strangest dream that night.  I was twelve again, Tommy's age, 
in a bedroom that resembled my nephew's, filled with sports memorabilia 
and posters and the trappings of an adolescent boy.  We were in bed 
together, still partially clothed, with Tommy in a t-shirt and jockey 
shorts while I wore cotton panties and a training bra. 
 
I was lost in the illogic of this dream, wondering why there was a 
Colorado Rockies poster on the wall instead of Manchester United, and 
confused over where my breasts had gone.  But this didn't keep me from 
enjoying the way Tommy was touching me, one hand under my bra cup, the 
other in my panties.  When he began to pull my underwear down over my 
thighs I sat up in surprise. 
 
"You'll love this," he cooed.  "I want to show you what I've learned."  
He ducked between my legs and started licking my cleft, probing my sex 
with his tongue, lashing my little button.  I began to feel this 
wonderful sensation, a pleasure I'd never felt before, a gnawing hunger 
inside me that bloomed into an explosion of ecstasy. 
 
I woke up to see Tommy between my legs, looking up at me with a 
glistening smile, his lips and chin shiny with my nectar.  We were in a 
motel room, not a bedroom, with corporate art bolted to the walls 
instead of sports and movie posters.  My breasts were back again, rising 
and falling with each post-orgasmic breath. 
 
"Did you come, Karen?" Tommy asked. 
 
"I think so," I replied.  "I was dreaming..."  Instead of telling him 
about my dream, I tugged at his arm, pulling him on top of me.  His hard 
boycock pressed against my wet labia. 
 
"We'll have to leave soon, right?" he said. 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Could we...one last time?" 
 
"Yes, Tommy," I said, reaching between us to guide him inside me.  "I 
wouldn't have it any other way."  Tommy smiled and closed his eyes as he 
began to thrust, and I lifted my head off of the pillow to press my lips 
against his, parting them with my tongue.  As we kissed, I ran my hands 
over his smooth skin, trying to commit the feeling to memory.  His soft 
bottom rose and fell between my thighs as he fucked me with long, slow 
strokes, taking his time, trying to make it last forever. 
 
"Come for me, angel," I whispered.  "My beautiful prince..." 
 
"Oh, Karen," he gasped, his cock twitching inside me.  "But I want you 
to..." 
 
"It's okay," I said.  "Just let go, baby."  His angelic face, twisted 
into a grimace as he tried to forestall his orgasm, suddenly relaxed 
into a satisfied smile as he came.  For the first time I could feel him 
spurt inside me, a gusher of semen he'd saved all night, just for my 
hungry pussy.  When he stopped thrusting he rested his head on my 
breasts, and I wrapped my arms around him, gently rocking him as the sun 
rose over the sea and began to flood the room with light. 
 
Tommy was still hard when we got up to shower, and I took the 
opportunity to suck him one last time, kneeling on a pile of towels in 
the bathroom as I took his beautiful penis between my lips.  I licked 
and sucked him greedily, feeling his knees start to weaken as he erupted 
in my mouth.  He gently caressed my cheeks as I milked the boycum from 
his softening cock, and we shared a semen-flavored kiss before climbing 
into the shower. 
 
We dressed, packed, and lugged our bags down to the lobby.  The man from 
the airport was there, assuring everyone that the flight would leave on 
schedule and that our destination, Kennedy Airport in New York, was 
finally open after the blizzard.  Tommy and I had a quick breakfast, 
croissants and coffee, before heading to the airport to return the 
rented Jeep and board the plane. 
 
"Wait a second," I said, as Tommy was about to open the car door.  I 
reached into my handbag and pulled out a pair of the plain cotton 
panties I'd bought at the Gander Mall.  I'd worn them the night before, 
and they'd held the scent of my nectar and his cream, the scent of sex. 
 
"Here," I said, handing them to him.  "A souvenir of our time together." 
 
"Karen..." Tommy whispered, stuffing them into the pocket of his coat.  
He leaned over and we shared one last kiss, a long, wet, passionate 
kiss. 
 
"I love you," I cooed.  "Remember me." 
 
"I will," he said.  "Forever."  We held each other until the shuttle bus 
from the motel pulled into the parking lot, and then we pulled our 
luggage from the back of the Jeep.  It took only a minute to return the 
keys and sign the bill, and then we headed into the terminal for our 
departure.  I took a last look at Gander before walking inside. 
 
The flight went fast, too fast, and barely two hours later we were 
rolling up to the gate at Kennedy.  Tommy and I couldn't do much more 
than hold hands for a few minutes during the flight.  I was torn between 
stealing a quick kiss and bursting out in tears, but by the time we were 
ready to disembark, I'd managed to compose myself. 
 
Tommy's aunt was a charming woman, older than I'd expected, with graying 
blonde hair tied back into a tight bun.  She was most appreciative for 
my having looked after her nephew during our unexpected detour, and as 
we waited at the luggage carousel for our bags, she extended an 
invitation to dinner.  I found an excuse to politely decline, saying 
that I had to cover a colleague's night shifts at the hospital for the 
next week or so.  Tommy looked disappointed, but he didn't say a word. 
 
"Why won't you come to dinner?" Tommy asked once his aunt was out of 
earshot. 
 
"I'm afraid it would be awkward for us," I said. 
 
"Oh," he said.  "Can I ring you up some time?" 
 
"Pardon?" 
 
"Call you," he explained.  "On the telephone." 
 
I rummaged through my purse and found a business card with the number of 
my office phone and pager, handing it to Tommy while his aunt's back was 
turned.  He smiled and pocketed the card just as she turned to face us.  
Just then the baggage carousel lurched to life, and the first pieces of 
luggage appeared from behind the wall.  Tommy's bags appeared before 
mine and he scooped them up from the conveyer belt, placing them on his 
aunt's luggage cart. 
 
"Goodbye, Kar...Doctor Rankin," he said, his eyes glistening as he tried 
to hold back his tears. 
 
"Bye, Tommy," I said, choking back my own tears as I shook his hand.  
"Enjoy your visit, okay?" 
 
"I will.  Thanks." 
 
And then they left.  Right before they walked out of the terminal, Tommy 
looked back and silently mouthed the words "I love you".  I blew him a 
kiss just as they passed through the automatic doors.  That was the last 
I saw of my beautiful prince. 
 
We didn't get a chance to see each other again while he was in New York, 
though we spoke on the phone twice, once that night and once more before 
he returned to London.  Against my better judgment, I promised to come 
see him the next time I was in the UK for a conference. 
 
A year later I kept that promise, but that's a story I'll tell some 
other time. 
 

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