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   Note: please be kind this is the absolute first story that I have
published or even taken this far.  It is a bit on the romantic side,
meaning I believe in character development.  Hopefully I have made them
real enough.

   Thank you for your patience

   Baby I'm yours

   And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky

   Yours until the rivers all run dry

   In other words, until I die

   Baby I'm yours



   It was the summer of 1965, the Rolling Stones were amazing the world by
flat out stating that they weren't getting any satisfaction.  Yeah, right,
but you can be sure I wasn't even though, at 15, "Satisfaction" and "What
the World Needs Now" were about the only things I thought much about.

   Oh, I had a girlfriend and we took every opportunity to make out.  It is
amazing we didn't lose more brain cells from lack of oxygen, but we never
did more than incredibly hot and heavy.  We never passed anything more
serious than taking a lead off of first base petting, and that just hurts
after a while.  We probably would have done more, but we really didn't know
how or what to do next.  I mean we *knew* we just didn't know how to get
around all of the social conditioning that had been programmed into us. 
Good girls etc.  So it was 3 or 4 times a week smelling her sexy hairspray,
making out on the couch in her house while her folks were upstairs ("Don't
kiss her I'm coming down," her dad would boom out).  Then of course there
was driving each other completely crazy in the back seat of my best
friend's car.

   But what could I do?  Day times would find me with friends at the local
swimming pool surrounded by developing female bodies, newly exploding
breasts, long exposed legs, and bodies glistening in baby oil.  The
anticipated reward for our hours in the sun was, of course, the long
awaited and as far as I could tell, apocryphal, breast baring suit top slip
from a dive into the pool.

   The war in Vietnam was heating up, but no one seemed to notice.  We were
still in shock from the Kennedy assassination, and still locked in the
denial of the Eisenhower years.  Life was good even if it was a little dull
and mundane.  Summer time was filled with long hot days that drifted quite
aimlessly from one to another punctuated only by long hot nights.

   I had my chores and did them with as little passion as possible. 
Getting out of the house for the day was a major goal.  I would go hiking
in old strip mines, drop into the library or hang out with friends during
the days.  Nighttime would find me with my friend Larry, his girlfriend and
her best friend, my girl by default.  Not that I complained, we had fun,
but I can't recall anything we had in common other than our friends.

   So it was that I found myself one Monday in July showing up at my friend
Jimmy's house.  Jimmy wasn't my "best friend," as he like me couldn't drive
yet, so my "best" friend was Larry who had a car.  Jimmy and I were about
equally nerdy and hung out from time to time, besides his mom was cool and
never minded our choice in radio stations.  It was a hot day, blue skies,
fluffy white clouds.  It was the kind of day that always shows up in
movies. I rang the bell and Mrs.  Richter answered the door.

   "Oh hi, Mrs.  Richter.  Is Jimmy home?"

   "Hello Pete.  No, didn't he tell you?  Of course not or you wouldn't be
here.  Silly me.  He went to his Grandparents.  They left yesterday after
mass.  And you have walked all the way over here in this hot sun.  Won't
you come in and cool off?  Let me get you a soda."

   "Gee thank you ma'am, but you don't need to."

   "Nonsense, I would be happy to, after all if my son had taken to
courtesy to let his friends know what he was doing, you wouldn't be here
right now, Right?"

   What could I do?  Hot day, cold drink and Mrs.  Richter was always so
nice to me.  Like the time Jimmy pretended I had been kicked out of the
house.  She didn't even bat an eyelash in offering a place for me in their
home.  That's just the kind of really friendly and nice lady she was -
pretty good looking, too if truth were to be told.  Jimmy's mom was younger
than most of the moms in the neighborhood and always dressed like one of
those movie stars or singers like Sandra Dee or Connie Francis.  She was
right, lively, fun and cool.  And did I mention a little flirty in a
playful, fun kind of way.

   "Damn" and a crashing noise of glass from the kitchen brought me to the
present and scurrying to the kitchen.  Mrs.  Richter was standing with a
broken glass all around her and blood coming from her right hand.  There
was blood everywhere and a nasty looking cut on her palm .

   "Pete!  Hand me that towel, over there.  Please quickly"

   I grabbed the towel and gave it to her.  She stepped to the sink and let
water flow over the wound then wrapped the towel around it.  "Can you get
that for me," She said pointing to the glass on the floor.  "I am so sorry.
The glass broke in my hand as I was getting it from the cupboard.  I am so
sorry."

   "No, it should be me that's sorry.  If I weren't here this wouldn't have
happened." I said as I knelt down to pick up the glass from the floor.

   "Careful, we don't need any more blood flowing here," she said.  "You
are so sweet, really.  Here you can put the glass in here.  I guess you
will have to pour your own now."

   "No problem.  Let me help with that.  Pressure is supposed to help." I
stood up after pitching the glass in the garbage can.  "Here, let me," I
took her hand and after checking to see that there was no glass in the cut,
held it between mine and set her down at the kitchen table.  I raised her
hand up to head level applying pressure over the towel like I had been
taught in the Boy Scouts.  Sitting like that I was aware of several things:
her eyes, brown; her hair, soft curled and brown; her lips, ruby red and
full.  Sitting there, so close, holding her hand - It was overpowering, my
head was swimming a bit not helped by the rapid development of an
incredible hard on.  A hard on fueled by a vision so soft and vulnerable
and by the scent of her perfume.  Oh my God, this was so wrong and yet I
did not move.

   Well, I must have moved.  I was moving my legs trying ever so discreetly
to nudge my cock into a more comfortable position.  I prayed she wouldn't
notice.  She did of course, but she wasn't cruel.  She gave me a chance to
take care of my predicament.  "I hate to be a bother, but can you get me
glass of water?  And you can still have that soda if you want it." I went
to the sink carefully adjusted my cock to a more upright position and
grabbed two glasses, poured a coke into mine and having fetched some ice
cubes from the icebox got her some water.  Discreetly, I thought, I
untucked my shirt.  She noticed that as well.

   "I know this is hard for you, taking care of an old lady like me.  I
really do appreciate it.  Here I am home alone and now my hand is messed up
and I have to drive to my sister's in Bethel Park.  She has to have her
chafing dish back today.  I hate to ask,"

   "Ask what?" What could I do?  I was 15 it wasn't like I could drive her
or anything.

   "Oh, it is really too much, you have other things to do."

   "Not really, I was just going to go over to the Dairy Queen with Jimmy
and maybe hang out in the park.  My mom doesn't even expect me back before
5." Five o'clock was like the magic hour in our family.  Dad was home by a
quarter past and shortly thereafter, we were having dinner, but it was just
now after noon and I really had no plans.  "What do you need?"

   "To be honest, I need your hands, or one of them to be precise, but we
can't just leave the rest of you here now can we?" She said laughing, a
bright smile radiating from her eyes.  I had seen that look before it was
playful, teasing.  "This hand is just too sensitive to use and I might just
need some help shifting gears in the car.  I can tell you what to do.  I am
afraid it is just going to hurt if I try.  What do you say?  Are you up for
it?"

   Hey why not, I thought, something different and I hadn't been to Bethel
Park in ages.  Sounded like fun.  "Sure," I said, "You just lead the way."

   "I'll be right back just have to phone my sister." And she walked back
to her bedroom giving me a chance to catch my breath.  Did she just say
"must be hard for you" and "Are you up for it?" Surely she didn't mean
that, or did she?  My mind was officially jelly.  Hormones were boiling out
into every pour and cell of my body.  "You might be a boy genius," I
thought, "but you are definitely in over your head right now."

   There wasn't much time to reflect on that thought as she returned with a
roll of Gauze and a sterile gauze pad.  "I think it will be fine the
bleeding seems to be letting up," she said, "But we should probably get it
dressed for now.  Can you help?" she smiled that increasingly familiar yet
tantalizing smile.  I felt it right down to my crotch.

   So there I was standing right up close to my friend's mom, with half a
hard on.  What was I getting into?  I wrapped the gauze quickly and using
some tape attached it at the rear.  The wound didn't seem all that bad, in
fact it was barely bleeding.  But who was I to turn up a chance to do
something, anything on a lazy summer afternoon?  And this something was
definitely intriguing.  I couldn't say no if I had to.

   "The chafing dish is right over there.  Can you get it and put it in the
back seat?  You are so sweet."

   "Uhh, no problem." Sweet?  Why did women find it necessary to use words
like that?

   She stopped for a second, she seemed to be thinking about something. 
And then, "Oh Pete, do you have a cigarette for a poor invalid?"

   "A ciga, what", "Oh no", "aah, I, uhh" Words weren't coming on that
bombshell.

   "Oh don't be silly, I have seen the outline of the cigarette pack in
your pants pocket.  Oh, don't worry I am not going to be one of those girls
that smokes and tells.  It's just well . . .  I could really use one right
now and my hands aren't exactly working well."

   So what could I do?  I turned and pulled them from the pocket where I
normally carried them.  What I hadn't connected yet was that if she had
seen the cigarettes, then . . .  she had been checking me out and . . . 
well.  Oh shit!

   "Winstons!  I would have put you for a Marlboro man.  Well aren't you
going to light it for me?"

   She was all ready to go, purse over her arm, cigarette in hand, smiling
slyly.  I was beginning to get an appreciation for the insight in this
woman.  She didn't miss a trick.  I lit the cigarette and eyeing her just a
bit, said to myself "what the heck" and lit my own and off to the car we
went.

   I put the dish in the back and started over for the passenger door when
she said, "It's easier this way," pointing to the driver's door.  She must
have read my hesitation for she continued, "You are helping with the
shifting, my hand , remember?  And beside the passenger door is too close
to the wall to open easily." followed by that smile.  So I crawled in and
there we were just like girlfriend and boyfriend, except reversed.

   "Uhh Ok, Mrs.  Richter, whatever you say."

   "Mary," she said.  "My name is Mary and with just the two of us, why
don't you just call me that?"

   "Uhh, Ok, .  .  .  Mary!"

   "That's my . . .guy.  Now for this shifting thing.  I sort of
exaggerated this is after all an automatic, but still the shifter is a
little sticky.  If you can get it in, I'll take care of the rest."

   Ignoring that one for the moment, I pulled on the shifter.  I discovered
that I needed to be a little closer for a good angle and it helped if I put
my left arm behind her over the shoulder.  Now our thighs were touching. 
"Oh God I thought, no boners now" I could smell her.  I could feel her
warmth.  This was going to be a long drive, and I wasn't sure if that was a
good thing, a bad thing or a great thing.  Pulling on the shifter I got it
in reverse and back down the driveway we went.  Back onto the street, quick
pull of the lever and off we went.  I started to move over, her hand
stopped me.

   "Stay, it is so nice having you there." And her right hand gripped my
thigh.  The blood couldn't flow fast enough.  I thought I was going to
faint.

   "Off we go then" She gave my leg a pat and off we went.  It was a bit
weird, but with the radio going and wind from the windows whipping away the
heat, we talked a bit.  It was beginning to feel a bit like a date.

   "So, I hear you are interested in space?  Do you want to be an
astronaut?" she asked.

   "Well, I have been taking classes at the Planetarium during the past few
summers, but I am not so interested in being an astronaut as perhaps an
astrophysicist.  I think it would be cool enough to work from earth."

   "Not to mention not so lonely," she added.

   "Exactly, but to be honest the whole idea of a society in space . . ."
She had me on my little pet project and to her credit continued to urge me
on with head nods and much to my delight an occasional squeeze from a hand
that seemed ever higher as we drove.  I lit another cigarette for her, and
one for myself.  At some point my hand and hers caught up to one another.
We touched.  I gave a start when I realized what I was doing.

   "That's OK it feels nice.  Your hands are so large and strong, very . .
. sss-attractive." "

   Sexy, she was going to call my hands sexy.  "Oh My God!" I thought.

   "They are nice, really" and with that she put my hand down in her lap as
she needed both hands for a turn.  She may not have known it but that hand
was just then closer to heaven than it had ever been before.

   Neither of us spoke for a while we just sailed along listening to the
radio.  All I could do was feel the texture of her cotton sun dress and
imagine.  Finally I pulled away, put my hand over hers, looked at her and
smiled.  This was going to be a long day.

   Soon enough we pulled up at her sister's and I discreetly slid over to a
mouthed, "Thank you," accompanied by a wink.  We got out of the car using
separate doors.  I ran around and got the dish as Mary walked up to her
sister.

   "Hey, what's up?  And just who is that?"

   "Oh you know me.  Can't resist helping out on summer day.  So I brought
you your chafing dish."

   "Chaffing dish?"

   With that Mary moved carefully slipping in front of her sister so I
couldn't see - or hear too well.  All I could hear was something about
cradles and Mary's response of "Oh he's quite a bit bigger than that" which
was followed by the sister leaning around and giving me the once over and
it wasn't my eyes see was looking at.

   "You're sure . . .?"

   "Sure enough.  Bye, Love you, I'll call later."

   "OK, you be careful"

   "And if I can't . . .  ?" Mary added laughing.  We got in the car.  I
tried working the lever from the passenger side.  No use.  So I slid over a
bit and steadied myself with one hand on the back of the seat.  The lever
moved into reverse and I ended up with my arm around her shoulder.  Her
sister from the yard made a gotcha move with her hand.  Mary responded by
pulling my leg even closer.  As she backed up her face was inches from
mine. Once out the driveway she brushed her lips against my ear and
whispered, "Thank you."

   "For?"

   "When a woman says thank you, never ask.  It can't be bad.  Just smile
and say 'You're welcome.'"

   "You're welcome."

   "Splendid, let's get some ice cream."

   As we drove along she said, "This is turning out to be a lovely day.  I
am so glad you came over.  Of course, this" holding her hand up "isn't
exactly lovely, but the day itself has turned out quite nice"

   "Well it isn't as hot as it could be," I added.

   "It is hot enough, but there is something nice in the air," she replied.

   "I did promise an ice cream" she said.  Just on the edge of South Park
was an Isaly's Ice Cream store.  We stopped, I got out the passenger side.
We walked close, but not touching to the store.  "Two vanilla cones, single
scoop."

   She paid and we took a booth in the back she on one side, I on the
other. "I really love these cones."

   "It is good ice cream" I added, but that isn't what she meant.

   "Yes, that is true, but what I really like is this." Looking each way to
see if anyone was paying attention and winking at me at the same time, Mary
stuck out her tongue, ran it up the side of the cone.  (I should mention
that Isaly's cones were shaped not into balls like most, but into cone
shapes, skyscraper cones they were called.) She licked it up one side, came
back down swirled her tongue around the base and came up moving the tongue
from side to side.  She then opened her lips and covered the cone and drew
back from the base pulling the melting ice cream as she went.  I sat
mesmerized.  "Like that?"

   Ice cream would never be the same.  We finished our cones, left the
store, and got in the car

   We had turned into South Park, a large park area in the South Hills of
Pittsburgh.  Since it was a weekday it was fairly empty, Mary pulled into a
shady spot and stopped the car.  I popped the car into park.  This was
familiar territory, a boy a girl alone, I had done this before.  I turned
expecting to see her turned my way.  For once I was right.  I looked into
her eyes.  She had her eyelids partly closed.  Our lips met.  Our tongues
became entangled and we became lost in a fog.  My hand went along her waist
I brought it up, she moved just a little and I was suddenly aware of the
warm heaviness of her breast.  I could feel the seams of her bra.  She must
have felt my hesitation.  "Feel good?  It's all right we wouldn't be here
if I didn't want that.  Don't be so shocked, women have needs too" and she
kissed me again.  The next thing I knew her hands were exploring new
territory as her fingers brushed the outline of my cock.  She pressed with
the palm of her left hand.  I moaned.

   Meanwhile my hands had found her backside and were gently kneading at
her cheeks.  With just the cotton of her dress and underpants, this was
smoother, and felt so much better in my hands.  As we twisted around her
dress rose and I was now holding her thigh just below her buttocks my
fingers reached higher and pushed the fabric up.  My hand slid beneath the
cotton.  She was warm.  I brushed against the front of her panties.

   "Oh yes, press there, now rub, small little circles, yes now just a bit
faster.  Ohh, yeah!"

   "Let's get you more comfortable," she said as she undid my belt and
popped the buttons on my Levis.  Those fingers seemed to be working fine
now as she pulled on my jeans.  This was uncharted water, I had no idea
what to expect, but my cock wasn't arguing.  It jumped loose as she pulled
at my briefs, I raised my butt.  "Just relax," she whispered in my ear as
she wrapped her hand along my cock and gave it a tug.  Her fingers slid
over the head, sliding across the wetness of pre cum that had been building
all day.

   "In for a dime, in for a dollar" she said.  What did that mean I
wondered as her head sank down and her lips engulfed me.  It was my first
time.  I flinched.  My whole being seemed to be inside her mouth.  Her
tongue was my mistress.

   "Just relax."

   "Yeah right," I thought but found my hands playing in the soft curls of
her hair enjoying the gentle bobbing of her head.  It didn't last long.

   "I, Uhh, Uhh, I" I wasn't really sure what was happening.  "I Uhh. 
Ooooh.  Oooh." I slid back on the seat, every muscle in my body had
simultaneously contracted and relaxed.  It felt like a strobe light had
gone off in my dick.  I was wiped out.  My balls ached.  Mary just looked
up at me and said "Umm, nice?"

   "Nice?  Nice doesn't even start .  .  .  "she put her finger to my lips,
kissed the head of my softening dick and said, "Let's take a little walk."

   I rearranged my clothing.  We got out of the car.  Mary put her purse in
the trunk and grabbed a blanket, tossed me the blanket and keys and said,
"Let's go!" Grabbing my hand she led the way up a little hill, through a
few trees to an opening and a grassy field.  I spread out the blanket and
we sat down.

   "There are so many things I should tell you.  So many things.  Some
people might say I shouldn't be saying them at all, but you need to know
that I didn't plan for this day to happen and yet I am so incredibly happy
at the same time.  "We were stretched out on the blanket lying on our sides
looking at each other.

   "Was that your first blowjob?" She smiled, I froze, turned three shades
of red.  "Shh.  It's kind of sweet.  I could tell.  You were so surprised
by the whole thing and a guy as nice as you would have warned me, if you
knew what was going to happen.  Oh it's OK.  Really!  I enjoyed doing it.
In fact you should know that in sex giving and receiving should always be
fun.  If they aren't, you shouldn't be doing it."

   She put her hand on mine.  "I really didn't mean for this even though
everything that has happened to me in the last year and a half has prepared
for it." She paused, her eyes were sadder now glistening with the start of
a tear and yet she looked determined to go on.  "I know you've never met
Jimmy's dad.  You probably don't know why you see . . .  Jimmy's dad is . .
.," I looked at her questions in my eyes.

   "You don't have to."

   "No.  I can do this.  Jimmy's dad was in an accident a year ago in
March. He didn't tell you did he?  Well I can understand that.  We don't
talk about it much.  Anyway John, Jimmy's father was in an accident and has
been, Do you know what a coma is?" I raised my eyebrows and shook my head
slightly.  "A coma is like a deep sleep.  He can breathe but has to be fed
with a tube.  He is alive and yet he might as well be dead.  It would be
better for all of us."

   That was it she started sobbing and the tears came.  At first I just lay
there and let her.  I was holding her hand and kept help of it giving it a
squeeze now and then.  Eventually she started to calm a little, I pulled
her to me, I held her tight.  I stroked her hair.  I whispered, "It's OK,
It's OK." She turned and looked at me.  I kissed the tears from her eyes.
She looked up.  We kissed softly.  I held her for a while.

   "It hasn't been the best as you might imagine.  Our finances have
suffered, the insurance has been better than I expected, but the loneliness
has been crushing.  The doctors have been quite honest there is no real
hope and yet everyone tells me to have faith and believe.  The Church has
been as much a source of anger for me as a source of comfort.  On one hand
the hope of salvation and blessing and on the other, judgment and shame.  I
inquired about the feeding tubes.  "They must stay in or he will die.  I
don't want that.  Who would?  And yet, I am a widow in every sense except a
widow after a year and a half can date and move beyond."

   "So that brings us to today.  Jimmy left with his grandparents, John's
parents, yesterday.  I thought the break would do me good.  I was wrong,
last night was too long, alone is not my style.  So this morning when you
showed up, smiling unaware, with those sparkling green eyes, so, so fresh.
Well you must believe me, you were like a gift to me right then.  So tall,
good looking." She smiled, kissed me softly and continued, "Then I broke
the glass.  I want you to know it wasn't planned, it hurt, but you were so
tender.  The way you looked at me, asking if I was all right.  Something
stirred where nothing has been stirring for a long time.  I told a little
lie about my sister she didn't really expect the dish.  Will you forgive
me?"

   Forgive her?  Forgive the woman who had just taken me on the ride of my
life, who had altered my whole perception of the world, who had given me my
first life shattering blowjob.  "There is nothing to forgive.  You are an
angel."

   "Father Murphy might not agree with that, but then he hasn't agreed with
much of what I have wanted lately.  Father Murphy has made it clear that I
should be a celibate as a nun or risk eternal damnation.  I'm not cut out
to be a nun.  I enjoy the company of a good looking and loving man." With
that she kissed me again.  I offered no protest.

   It must have been about three o'clock by then.  We knew that we needed
to be on our way.  I got the blanket and hand in hand we walked back to the
car.  Quietly we got in.  This time there was no hesitation I put my arm
around her, watched as she started the car, then slid the lever into drive
and off we went.

   We didn't go to her place directly.  We stopped at a small park near my
house.  It was getting late and I needed to be home.

   "Come over tomorrow?  10 o'clock?  Come to the back door, it will be
open.  I'm going to miss you.  Now scoot.  Oh, and dress just like today-no
after shave, nothing fancy don't shower if you wouldn't normally.  Dress
like you are going for a hike in the woods or something.  Please."

   She kissed me and pushed me out the door.  "Oh and one more thing, think
of me, I'll be thinking of you."

   I had to work at pulling myself together.  Mom was going to do her
normal what did you do today and I had to at least make it sound right. 
Worse, I was supposed to go out tonight and I really didn't feel like
embracing teenage insecurity after this afternoon with a real woman.  I
would deal with it.  I would have to.

   I reached the house and went in through the garage, calling up from the
basement.  "Hey Mom I'm home."

   "It's about time I was getting worried.  Your father will be home any
time now, go wash up."

   "I'm going, I'm going."

   Dinner was not as much trouble as I had expected.  I really didn't want
to eat, but I got through and then.

   "Your father and I are going out this evening," mom said to me.  Dad
hardly ever said much at the table, when he did it was either a bad joke
poorly told or something sure to set me off.  Tonight we would be spared.
"I need you to stay home with the girls," (my sisters age 9 and 13).

   "Oh mom, Jenny and I were going out to play miniature golf with Larry
and Kathy."

   "I am sorry, but you will have to cancel.  I don't remember you asking
if you could do that at any rate."

   "Uhh well, OK I'll call Jenny.  She isn't going to be happy." But I was.

   "Jenny, Pete.  Look my folks have pulled a fast one on me, I am stuck
babysitting the sisters tonight."

   "No, I don't know about tomorrow either.  Let's talk on Wednesday."

   "Hey, it wasn't my idea.  Fine.  Sure, be that way." She wasn't happy
and my little summer romance was pretty well done.  It didn't take but 10
minutes for the phone call from Larry.  And he, too, was mad.

   "Look you asshole, Kathy is mad at me 'cause you screwed up with her
best friend.  I'm never going to get any now."

   "That's your problem man.  I have enough going on.  Jesus, it's not like
I planned this.  Lay off."

   I hung up the phone.  Life had gotten much better, there must be a God.

   The night went by pretty well, Mom and Dad were out at some John Birch
Society meeting or another, the girls wanted to watch TV and that left me
alone.  I went upstairs to my room, slipped out on the roof of the porch
and had a smoke.  Wow.  What a day.  My brain, finally able to take back
control from my other "thinking part," was creating romantic scenarios
faster than I could keep up with them.  I fancied myself in love, and
worked through a hundred ways that this was going to work out.

   Sleep was not going to be easy.  For one thing all of those romantic
scenarios were ending with wild sex.  Not that I had an idea of what wild
or even tame sex really felt like, but the promise of sex was enough to
fuel a lot of speculation and arousal.

   The next day came none too soon.  I had tossed and turned all night. 
The fact that it didn't cool off didn't help.  My windows were open to
catch the breeze but there really wasn't much of one and the only thing
that the open windows really accomplished was to let too much sun in in the
morning when I finally was getting some sleep.  Now I had to cool it in my
room quietly for about two hours.  If I went downstairs now, mom would know
something was up.  I never got up in the morning winter or summer without a
lot of threats and two or three, "If you want breakfast you will get down
here nows."

   "Pete, if you want any breakfast you'll come down now.  I have to leave
with the girls in 10 minutes."

   Ten minutes?  Oh yes!  Mom and the girls had a shopping trip downtown
all planned and I wasn't invited.

   "Coming." I yelled and hurried to get ready, Levi's, t-shirt, sneakers.
All set.  Though why Mary wanted me to dress like this I couldn't figure
out it seemed like I should be doing something really cool and laying on
the aftershave.

   "Now there are fixings in the icebox for sandwiches for lunch.  We'll be
home by 5:00.  Stay out of trouble."

   "I will mom.  I'll go over to the library for a while and probably see
Larry - he wasn't very happy about last night."

   With that they left.  I looked at the clock.  9:30.  Thirty minutes was
an eternity by any teenagers's standards, and for one dreaming of a steamy
romantic encounter even longer.  I watched them pull out of the driveway
and ran around to the back of the house for a quick smoke.  Five minutes
later I was back in the house, pacing.

   Eventually the clock got to 9:50.  If I was going to get there right at
10, I could leave now.  YES!

   From the clear skies and already warm temperature, it was going to be
another hot one.  In more ways than one I hoped.

   Mary's house was a split level on a quiet side street.  Not too many big
trees since the development was only a few years old, so lots of sun and
nowhere to hide from neighbors eyes.  The part of me that was scared silly
lost out to the part that didn't want to be discovered.  There was a fence,
I pushed through and went to the back door.  At this point I was shaking.
Despite the events of yesterday, I really couldn't believe I was doing
this. Couldn't believe I was actually coming over here to make out with my
friend's mom.  Make out, no I didn't think that was what she had in mind.
Overcoming the urge to run and I knocked on the door as I opened it.  "Mrs.
Ri, err, Mary?"

   "Come in, close the door I'll be right there."

   I looked around.  Saw where just yesterday I had picked up the glass,
the table where we sat.  How many times had I been here and yet, it was the
first time.

   "Hey there handsome.  Kiss?" She had come out of the hall barefoot in a
blue silky robe.  Short mid thigh.  She leaned up gave me a quick kiss and
said, "I'll be right back.  Make yourself at home."

   Make myself at home?  That wasn't happening, but between the lingering
scent of Shalimar and the sight of swaying hips disappearing back down the
hall, I sat at the kitchen table before I fell down.

   She returned, coming up behind me and putting her arms around me
whispered, "I am so glad you are here.  You are going to have to trust me
for a minute, OK?"

   "Uhh, Yeah." I had basically put my life in her hands yesterday and
wasn't interested in getting it back anytime soon.

   "OK, I want you to go down the hall into the bathroom and take a shower.
Keep the door open, no locks, please?"

   At 15 this sounded was bizarre.  Why?  What?  But if the lady wanted
that after telling me not to clean up first she had her reasons.  I went
down the hall, took off my clothes and looked in the mirror.  I don't think
my prick every looked so red, so hard.  It was so hard it hurt.  I turned
on the shower and got in.

   "You in there?" She said and stepped in behind me-OH MY GOD!  She was
naked.  Her breasts pressed against my back as she reached around and held
my chest tight, her hands upturned toward my face.  "Easy lover, this is
going to feel great." She grabbed the soap and a washcloth and proceeded to
wash me from head to toe and in between.  The washcloth was rough but I
wasn't going to complain.  "OK Turn around and don't laugh at the bonnet, I
want my hair to stay dry for you," and she slid down to her knees and took
me into her mouth quickly but briefly.  "More later, your turn."

   Where to begin?  "Take the washcloth, a little soap, now right here" she
guided my hands over her breasts.  Over her nipples.  I had never seen
anything like them not even in the Playboy Magazines that my friends stole
from their fathers.  That was paper, this was real.  Her breasts were
simply amazing.  They hung a little lower than the girls in the magazines
but they were bouncy.  I never expected bouncy!  On down my hand went.  I
am not sure how to describe the experience.  I had nothing to compare it
to. My hand reached the place where her legs joined.  There was a patch of
hair where they joined that my hand easily covered.  "Rub right there. 
Gently, that's it.  Easy.  I'm sensitive down there just like you.  Be
gentle, touch lightly.  Nice and easy.  Now are you ready for more?  Lean
over and kiss my breast.  Cup it in your hand.  That's it.  Now lick across
my nipple, Kiss it, suck it lightly, more tongue, oh yes.  Oh Yes.  Now
easy, slowly get down and look at my pussy, Yes, on your knees.  Look right
at it.  She doesn't bite.  She is made for joy, for love.  That's it run
your fingers between my legs, now forward."

   I could feel the slickness of her and knew that it wasn't just the
water. She put her hand on the back of my head lightly and said, "Now, kiss
it.  Kiss right where the fold starts.  Now put out your tongue and run it
back and bring it forward.  Oh yes.  Remember that, sugar.  It is your
first taste of pussy and it won't be your last.  Now let's get dry."

   Mary put her towel around my back and I followed her lead.  Our bodies
were tightly held together.  We kissed.  I cupped her breast.  "Brush it
with your thumb," she urged.  I brushed her nipple lightly and was amazed
as it popped out.  The towels went to work on our backsides, She wiped hers
across my ass cheeks, It was so strange to feel the cloth sliding between
my buttocks.  Towels to chest and a chance to see how bouncy those breast
were.  "Suck on one, Yes, just like that.  Oh, that is so nice, you are a
natural."

   "And you are so beautiful.  I never thought I would ever see anything
like you."

   "Now, now" but it was true and my eyes showed just how much I was in awe
of her beauty.  She wasn't real tall, maybe 5'5" and not super thin just a
little round and ripe, but by the standards of the 60's she was a goddess.
I said as much and it was her turn to blush.

   She ran the towel around my dick and over my balls careful not to rub
too hard.  "Is it always this hard?" Embarrassed, I had to admit, "When I
think of you."

   "That's sweet, keep thinking of me then."

   Once dry she took my hand and led me out the door and into the master
bedroom.  I froze at the door.  The shades had been pulled tight and
candles burned everywhere.  The scent of her perfume permeated the air,
heavy, sexy, intoxicating.  She led me to the bed and said, "Just lie back
for a minute.  There is so much to discover.  It may be a little
overwhelming.  We'll go slowly."

   We lay down together and she proceeded to give me a tour.  "Touch right
here, feel the moisture.  It means I am ready for you.  Always feel for the
moisture.  If it isn't there go back and kiss those breasts, whisper in her
ear.  Rub gently right there on the mound.  Slip your finger across the
folds.  Like that, yes.  I want you to smell the arousal, This is the scent
of a woman.  It is the finest perfume in the world, and you help to bring
it out." She held my fingers to my nose, "Inhale."

   "Now watch," and with that she leaned around and kissed me on the head
of my cock, coating it in saliva and licking it broadly just like she did
the ice cream cone.  I let out a moan.  "Keep rubbing me with your hands.
If it feels good, touch it.  Her breasts were at my stomach level, not easy
to reach.  I looked up and saw her legs, slightly apart.  Her pussy was
right in front of me.  I took a closer view.  The smell of her filled my
existence.  I ran my fingers over her sex.  I rubbed where she had shown
me.

   Mary squirmed and moaned.  Her legs quickly framed my head and I tasted
her as she slowly and lightly ground herself onto me.  My mouth was full of
her rich tangy oils.  She gyrated slowly rubbing the mound across my mouth.
Meanwhile she was tugging slowly at my cock and bobbing up and then
stopping, teasing me, not on the attack like yesterday.

   "Not so fast, today we make it nice and slow.  Run your tongue along the
slit, find the entrance, lick deep, suck on me like a peach.  Oh yes.  Now
be still, lie still," She tossed her legs off of my neck and sat up
grabbing something from the nightstand.  A small packet.  A rubber.  "As
much as I would love to feel you fully within me, it wouldn't do to have an
accident," and she carefully slid the condom over my cock.  I came
immediately.  Mary giggled.  "Oops, we will have to try that again."

   "I am so sorry, that just . . .  happened."

   "Shh, no problem, all for the best, you'll last longer now."

   She got up and grabbed a warm wet cloth from the bath and washed me off.
The heat of the water refueled the fire and between the warm cloth and her
gentle lips I was ready for more and by more I was thinking of what was
between those legs.  My head was swimming, and I needed more.  Mary was
quite happy to oblige.  As I licked she would push back and we soon had a
rhythm.  Her breath got short and suddenly It seemed like she was going to
sneeze her breathing was short and hard, "Hhhh, hhhh, hhhh." She started to
shake in time with the breathing and her legs wrapped around my head
holding it in place.  "Ahhhh!" she sighed, "ahhhh!"

   "Are you all right?"

   "Oh much more than that."

   "But whaa?"

   "That was an orgasm, and a very nice one, thank you.  You just did for
me, what I did for you yesterday."

   Now that I could identify with.  "I didn't know."

   "How would you.  You probably think that women don't even enjoy sex. 
That is what you have been told isn't it?" I made to answer, but she cut me
off, "Well it just isn't true.  Like I said yesterday it should always be
good for both and that was definitely good."

   Her fingers cupped my balls.  She ran one hand up the shaft and gave the
head a sloppy wet kiss.  "Let's see how Mr.  Mister is doing now." And she
unwrapped another condom as I lay back.  She put one hand on my chest,
holding me down.  "Now this time I do it all, OK you just hang on.  Well,
maybe hang on to these." She said giving her breasts a little squeeze. 
"Let me." And she held my clock brushed it against her pussy, I could feel
the heat.  "Now, relax" and she lowered herself around my dick, I could
feel the pressure, the tickly roughness of her hair and then the slick
warmth.  She stopped.  Her pelvis began rocking.  My eyes were glued to her
belly and to the slowly moving spot where we were joined.

   "Up here lover, look at me." I looked at her big brown eyes and she
looked back.  "This is for you babe, it is all for you." Slowly she raised
the tempo, pulling up a little and then settling back down every so often.
I felt a tightening, that feeling like I had to release.  She sensed it. 
"Try to relax." She stopped moving for a moment, the feeling passed.  "Next
time we just go for it, OK?  You can work it back.  Try it."

   I began to rock my hips up and down, she ground against me in little
circles.  The feeling started up again.  She started moving faster.  I did
too, exploding once more this time while looking right into the eyes of an
angel.

   Mary let herself down against me.  Kissed my forehead, my eyes and
finally my lips.  "Now just hold me" she whispered as she carefully lifted
up and I fell out.  "Can't leave that in there, even with the condom, it is
too dangerous." And she held me tight, our legs intertwined.

   "My God it has been so long" she was almost crying "Why, oh why?  " I
held her until she was cried out.

   We made love twice more that day.  She even let me be on top missionary
style, but looking up at her angelic face framed with short brown curls,
will always be a memory to savor.  Before I left we had our version of The
Talk.

   "You know this can't happen ever again?"

   "Why not?  I love you."

   "That is so sweet, but part of the problem.  You don't really love me,
you are wildly infatuated and to be honest I feel the same for you, but it
isn't love and it cannot last." Her eyes were filling with tears.  Somehow
I knew despite my feelings that she was right.  She was 35, I was 15.  She
was my friend's mother!

   " Oh shit", I thought of him for the first time in over a day.  What was
I going to do?  "Oh Shit!" I repeated.

   "There is something else you should know.  I should have just said it
from the beginning.  This would have never happened and we would - no it
happened and it was wonderful, I needed you, and you, well you are a
different young man.  One who made me feel like a woman again." Mary smiled
from behind those sad eyes.

   "When I said we were OK financially it was more the hospital bills.  The
insurance will pay for that, but only so much for me.  I had to sell the
house . . .  I am moving to Cleveland.  I'll be living for a while with my
parents until I can get a job and find a place for Jimmy and me.  It is for
the best, I need a new beginning, a job, and a way to get away from the bad
memories. . .  I know, I will be leaving some good ones too.  You have been
a special and tender lover and will make my memories sweet and you will
meet a younger girl, one who can match your passion.  It will happen."

   "When?" I knew the answer even before she said it.

   "This week, Friday.  That is why I was so vulnerable yesterday.  It's
not an excuse, it just is.  I was suddenly so alone and you came into my
life and believe me you leave me a happier and fuller woman.  I will always
treasure this time together."

   "NO!" but I knew better.  I knew it couldn't work and knew that this was
the only future we ever had.  The truth was a hot, blinding light.  It
consumed my soul and my empty heart ached.

   As I walked home all I could hear was Brenda Lee singing in the
background.  "All Alone am I . . ."