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Once in a Lifetime 
by Steve (steve1044@aol.com)

***

Teenage love, at least teenage sex, and in his bedroom 
with the whole family at home, and her mother visiting 
and only a room or two away. (MF-teens, youths, 1st)

***

Middle America. Average everything. Boredom sets in 
easily here. Eric Moore is living proof of this. 
Seventeen years old, going on thirty. He likes his t-
shirts and jeans, nothing more, nothing less. He likes 
sports, but doesn't play them. He gets B's. Nothing 
special. Just your average high school senior, with a 
series of extraordinary events to kick off the beginning 
of his adult life.

It was 2:00 on a Friday afternoon. It was becoming hard 
to think for Eric. Only one more hour until school was 
out for Spring Break. One more period to live through, 
just one more. And it was Modern American Literature. 
The things they read in class were hardly modern, but 
they probably were when the curriculum was written. Eric 
might have complained more about this last year, when 
old Mrs. Whithers taught the class, but not this year, 
not with Miss Summers teaching it. Oh no, there would be 
no complaining from any male student about anything in 
Miss Summer's class.

The bell rang and students shuffled for the door. Eric 
heard his French teacher Mr. Lloyd tell the students to 
have a great holiday in French, but he was sure most of 
the other students didn't understand him. They were too 
busy planning their holiday get-togethers and other such 
nonsense. Eric bid his teacher farewell, in French even, 
and got a smile back. He figured he should at least make 
the guy feel like his teachings had gotten through to at 
least one kid.

Eric hung his head as he walked through the crowd of 
kids screaming and carrying on. You'd think it was 
kindergarten, but oh no, this is high school.  He pushed 
his way through the crowd and made his way to Miss 
Summers’ room. The school only had maybe a thousand kids 
in it, and somehow, Eric seemed to be an outcast among 
almost all of them. 

There were a few exceptions of course. His best friend 
Frank was always there for him, and Frank’s girlfriend 
Cathy was also on his side. There was also Cathy’s 
friend Jane, who seemed to have a crush on Eric. This 
was mostly because the four of them always seemed to 
hang out together, and the rules of dating just left 
Eric and Jane together a lot. Sure, Eric liked Jane and 
she was a very attractive girl, but Eric had other 
things on his mind as far as finding a girlfriend. 

Eric walked into Miss Summers’ room to find only her 
inside, her smiling lighting the room. The other kids 
were still out in the hall talking to their friends, as 
was the norm. Because of this, it often left Eric and 
Miss Summers alone for a few minutes, and in that time, 
she always made it a point to recognize Eric’s presence 
and converse with him. 

"Hey Eric. Having a good day?" Miss Summers asked as she 
organize a few papers on her desk.

"As good as can be expected," Eric said, noting the low 
cut blouse that his teacher was wearing.  It was cut 
almost low enough to see the tops of her breasts, a pair 
of breasts that had fueled many of Eric’s fantasies. 

"Always the pessimist," Miss Summers laughed.

"Never lets me down," Eric laughed in reply. He stared 
at her perfect features. Her wavy blonde hair, pulled 
back to reveal her creamy white neck.  Her big, 
beautiful green eyes staring back at him. Oh how he 
longed for her touch. What he would give to spend just 
one night with her.

"No, I guess it really doesn’t," she sighed, "Listen, I 
wrote your letter of recommendation for college, but I 
forgot it at home this morning, did you need that before 
we get back?"

"Yeah, actually. I have a college visit next week that 
I’ll need it for," Eric said.

"I’ll tell you what, why don’t we have coffee or 
something next week and I’ll give you your letter and if 
you have questions about anything I wrote, you can just 
ask me then. How’s that sound?"

"Sounds fine," the words barely escaped Eric’s mouth. 
His dream was falling into place.

"When’s your visit?"

"Next Thursday," Eric said, his voice slowly returning 
to normal.

"I’m busy all weekend, so how does Monday sound? Say, 
about noon?"

"Monday at noon is good," Eric said.

"Here is my phone number," she said, writing quickly on 
a little piece of paper, "Why don’t you call me Monday 
morning to get the details?"

Eric got up from his desk and walked to Miss Summers’ 
desk to get the paper, but trying not to look too 
anxious in the process. "Sounds good," Eric said, taking 
the paper from his gorgeous teacher. He would guard this 
piece of paper with his life.

"All right then," Miss Summers said. Students began to 
enter the room and Eric went back to his seat to dream 
of what might come from their meeting.

Class seemed to fly right by for Eric, as he spent the 
whole period daydreaming of what could come to pass 
during his lunch with Miss Summers. He almost didn’t 
hear the bell ring at the end of the class. Miss Summers 
had to call out his name a few times before his trance 
was broken.

"Eric!" 

"Uh, yeah?" he asked, breaking from his daydream.

"The bell rang, you can go home," she said with a smile 
on her face.

"Oh," Eric replied, feeling the redness fill his cheeks, 
"I guess my mind was somewhere else."

All through the drive home, all Eric could think about 
was Miss Summers. What would her skin feel like against 
his? What would her lips taste like? Through all of his 
pre-class talks with her, Eric had come to discover that 
she was indeed single, and currently looking for 
romance. She said every guy she met just wasn’t 
considerate enough. Eric assumed that meant sexually, 
but he never said anything to her. She was his teacher 
after all.

As Eric pulled into his driveway, he noticed a car 
parked in the street in front of his house. He 
recognized it as his mother’s friend Pam’s car. Eric’s 
heart skipped a beat. If Pam was here, that meant there 
was a good chance that Pam’s daughter Elizabeth was 
there as well. Elizabeth and Eric had grown up together, 
being born only months apart. 

Their mothers had always tried to keep them close, as 
they were best friends, so they figured their children 
should be best friends as well. It had worked for the 
most part, as Eric and Elizabeth were very close, but 
they didn’t spend much time together. They went to 
different schools, and didn’t get along with each 
other’s friends very well, so there meetings were 
limited to when their mothers drug them along to the 
other’s house.

Eric’s mom barely acknowledged his entrance, as she was 
too busy talking to Pam and drinking her tea. He didn’t 
see Elizabeth and assumed she hadn’t come along with her 
mother. She was already on her Spring Break after all, 
and was probably out with her friends.

Eric made his way downstairs and to his room. Last year, 
as a birthday present, his parents had converted the 
basement into a room for him. They made it seem like 
they went all out for it, when in actuality, all they 
did was put a door at the top of the stairs and move his 
stuff down with him. But he didn’t complain. It kept him 
segregated from his parents and their fighting. And he 
had his own bathroom too.

Eric jumped as he saw a figure lying on his bed. Of all 
the things he expected to see when he came down the 
stairs, Elizabeth lying on his bed watching TV was the 
very last one.

"Scare you?" she laughed.

"No," Eric smiled, throwing his book bag on a chair and 
taking a seat next to Elizabeth on the chair.

"It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other. What have 
you been up to?" she asked, flipping off the TV.

"Not much really, just working on school work really," 
Eric said, realizing how pathetic his life was at the 
moment.

"Me too. I haven’t much time to myself lately. Though 
this week has been nice."

"Yeah, I can’t wait to relax this week."

"So, do you have a girlfriend yet?" Elizabeth asked 
playfully. This was the question he always hated. He 
felt so pathetic when he told her no, because all he 
wanted was her, and Miss Summers of course.

"No, I’m not really looking either," he lied.

"That’s a shame. All those girls at your school just 
don’t know what they’re missing," she sympathized, as 
she always did. At least she never rubbed it in or made 
fun of him for it.

"Last time I checked, you don’t know what they’re 
missing either," Eric smiled.

"Why Eric, is that a come on?" Elizabeth asked. As 
excited as this would normally get Eric, he knew it 
meant nothing. They always played like this. She would 
pretend she wanted to have sex with him, then not. It 
was always the same, but it was as close to sex as he 
got.

"I’m just saying you’ve never sampled the goods, that’s 
all," Eric said, faking self esteem.
"I guess I’m just not that lucky, huh?"

"Tell you what. If you play your cards right I’ll let 
you have sex with me sometime," Eric joked.

"Wow, really? Thank you so much. I feel so honored," 
Elizabeth laughed, getting off the bed and wandering 
around the room. The room was quiet for a moment as 
Elizabeth walked around, looking at the adornments of 
Eric’s walls and as Eric sat on the bed dreaming of 
might have come had their conversation actually led to 
sex.

"You’ve never had sex before, have you?" Elizabeth asked 
out of the blue. It caught Eric off guard and he almost 
fell off the bed.

"Uh no, why?" he asked, trying to mask his excitement. 
He only hoped he knew where this line of questioning was 
headed.

"Just wondering. I know you haven’t had a girlfriend 
yet, because I ask you every time I see, but I was 
wondering if maybe you had fooled around with someone," 
she said, a little nervous.

"No, not yet at least," Eric said, sounding defeated.

"Me either," Elizabeth said. This peaked Eric’s 
curiosity.

"You mean with as long as you dated David, you guys 
never slept together?" Eric asked.

"No, I never let him go all the way. I never felt 
comfortable enough with him," she said, taking her seat 
next to Eric once again.

"Then why did you date him so long?"

"Well, we had a lot of fun together, but he was like a 
friend, not a lover. I didn’t want to dump him, because 
that would make things awkward between us, and I didn’t 
want to lose his friendship. Then it just got out of 
hand. He started getting mad at me when I would turn him 
down for sex, then he finally told me that he wanted to 
end it. We have only spoke once since that, and it has 
been a few months now," Elizabeth said, a tearing 
welling up in the corner of her eye.  Eric noticed it 
and put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

"Don’t cry," Eric said softly.

"I’m sorry. I just think of those times and I remember 
how much fun I had, and now neither David or any of his 
friends talk to me. I have been almost friendless since 
we broke up," she said, beginning to cry.

"If they would turn their back on you that quickly, they 
never were your friends. Besides, you’ve got me," Eric 
said, hugging her against his chest in one of the few 
non-sexual actions he performed in his day.

"Thanks for being here for me. I’m sorry to being doing 
this to you," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"My pleasure. And I’m always here for you if need 
anything."

"I think I just need you to hold me for a little bit."

"I can do that," Eric said, holding Elizabeth’s head 
against his chest as they laid back on his bed. She 
cuddled tightly against his torso, her eyes falling 
slowly shut. Eric’s soon followed.

Eric woke suddenly, just then realizing he had actually 
fallen asleep. He looked at the clock and saw that it 
was nearly 7:00. Then he looked at Elizabeth as his hand 
was about to gently wake her. He stopped himself though.  
She looked so heavenly that he didn’t want to disturb 
her. Her hair fell so beautifully across his chest and 
stomach. He began to lightly stroke it. His eyes moved 
from her hair to her lovely green eyes just as she 
opened them slowly. 

"Sleep well?" Eric asked, his hand still in Elizabeth’s 
hair.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Almost seven," he responded.

"Wow. I didn’t think I was that tired."

"Hell, I wasn’t even tired until we lay down."

"You know," she smiled, "I had a dream about you just 
now."

"Oh really?" he quipped.

"Really."

"Was I rugged looking and naked in it?"

"Not quite."

"Then what was I doing?"

"You were kissing me," she said softly, her smile 
turning into a serious stare. Eric’s dick hardened 
pretty quickly. Here he was holding a beautiful woman in 
his arms, on his bed, and she was telling him of her 
dream where they were kissing and she wasn’t looking in 
much of the playful mood. Things were beginning to look 
up. Really up.

Eric’s balls grew three sizes right there, "Was it 
anything like this?" He cradled Elizabeth’s head in his 
arms and brought his lips down to hers. Time froze in 
both their worlds as they experienced love for the first 
time in their young lives. The kiss was so soft and 
gentle, and the most life altering thing that had 
happened so far in either of their lives. Their lips 
danced together as though they had been doing so for 
years. Things felt so natural and yet so wonderful. They 
both knew this is what they had always wanted out of 
their friendship together in the end, and now it had 
come to pass.

Their lips parted in mutual fulfillment and their eyes 
met in a knowing gaze.

"What do you say after something like that?" she asked a 
little short of breath.

"I love you," he responded.

"You always know just what to say to me." Elizabeth 
smiled and pulled Eric down to her for another kiss.

"Let’s go Lizzy, I’ve got to get dinner ready before 
your father gets home," Pam called from the top of the 
stairs.

"Shit," Elizabeth muttered, "I have to go."

"I know," Eric said.

"I’ll give you a call after I finish dinner. It seems 
that we have some things to talk about," Elizabeth 
smiled, rising from the bed and straightening her 
clothes.

"Yeah, I guess we do, don’t we," Eric smiled back. 
Elizabeth and Eric shared a smiling glance as she walked 
across the room to the stairs.

"I love you, too," Elizabeth said as she descended the 
stairs and disappeared from Eric’s sight.

Eric talked to Elizabeth on the phone for hours that 
night. Elizabeth told Eric of how she had always been 
sexually attracted to him, but was always too nervous to 
make a move or say anything to him. Eric said pretty 
much the same thing, leaving out his semi-obsession of 
her.

"So, do you want to go out tomorrow night?" Eric asked.

"Funny that you ask that about tomorrow night," 
Elizabeth giggled.

"Why is that?"

"Well, you see, my parents are going out to dinner with 
some friends of theirs down in Pine Springs. They are 
getting room for the night down there as well."

"So that means that me and you have your house to 
ourselves?" 

"Yes. I’ll cook us dinner and then we can watch a movie 
or something. Maybe get the fireplace started to set the 
mood a little."

"And what mood would that be my dear?"

"I have to go now, but let’s just say that I played my 
cards right and you better pay up tomorrow night," and 
with that, Elizabeth hung up. Eric nearly dropped his 
phone as her words hit him full force. He was finally 
going to have sex, and not with some girl he kind of 
liked that was just his first out of convenience, but 
with the girl he had fallen in love with years ago. How 
quickly depression can turn around you.

The minutes seemed like days as Eric stared at the clock 
on his wall. He had just talked to Elizabeth. She said 
her parents would be leaving around 6:00, and he could 
come over any time after 7:00. After 7:00, yeah right. 
He would be there at 7:00 on the fucking dot, with a 
condom in his wallet and the biggest goddamned smile in 
the fucking world!

But of course, there were problems. Eric’s mother 
understood that he was going to stay the night over at 
Elizabeth’s house so she wouldn’t get scared being there 
alone, but she didn’t understand why he couldn’t do the 
dishes and take out the garbage before he left. Then his 
mom needed some sugar to bake the cookies that 
absolutely had to be ready for the next day, so Eric had 
to go to the grocery store and pick some up for her. 
Then he realized he was almost out of gas, so of course 
he had to go to the only gas station anywhere near his 
house, which was always packed. There were three cars 
ahead of him to fill up.

So after all of the obstacles and distractions, Eric 
finally made it to Elizabeth’s house, at 8:13! So much 
for 7:00 on the fucking dot. At least he had his 
condoms, twelve of them in fact. The ribbed and 
lubricated kind. He went all out for this. The only 
problem was the box. He didn’t want to carry the box in. 
He’d look way too anxious, and the damned thing was too 
big to put in his pocket. 

And goddamnit, he wanted to have all twelve of those 
condoms with him, just in case he needed them all. He 
could always hope that he would get to fuck Elizabeth 
twelve times that night. Finally rational thought got 
the better of him, and he settled on only taking three, 
and he hoped he would leave without any left.

"Hey there," Eric said in his suave voice as Elizabeth 
opened the door.

"It’s quarter after eight. I’d thought you’d have been 
here at seven on the dot, with a condom in your hand and 
a huge grin on your face," Elizabeth smiled.

"Geez, you act like I’m so pathetic," Eric said as 
Elizabeth led him through the door by the arm. As soon 
as the door was closed behind him, she pushed him 
against it and planted her lips desperately against his. 
She had been longing for his touch ever since she left 
his house the day before. She had never felt so strongly 
drawn to someone before, she’d never had such a need 
burning deep inside of her. Her knees went weak as she 
felt his hands brush her cheeks and neck. His touch was 
so soothing and comforting. Time had stopped for 
Elizabeth.  There was only pleasure now, nothing else 
mattered anymore. Eric was all she needed.

"I love you so much," Eric whispered softly into 
Elizabeth’s ear.

"Take me upstairs now, please. I want you so bad," 
Elizabeth moaned quietly.

"Gladly," Eric said, releasing her just long enough to 
reach down and scoop her up in his arms, almost 
unsuccessfully. Eric overestimated his strength a 
little, but he still got Elizabeth upstairs and gently 
into her bed.

"What about dinner?" Eric asked.

"I’ve got to work up your appetite first," Elizabeth 
said. She grabbed him around his neck as he knelt next 
to her, and pulled his face down to hers. She tasted his 
lips once again, and grew more and more hungry for them 
with every taste. She strategically worked his shirt off 
of him as she kept her lips firmly against his, breaking 
only to get the shirt off completely. Eric had never 
been one to workout much, but worked out enough to keep 
the fat off. As Elizabeth ran her hands over Eric’s lean 
chest and stomach, she became fascinated by them, loving 
the feel of his muscle under her fingertips. She felt so 
hot when she ran her fingers through the sparse hair 
that covered his abdomen, because then she knew she was 
really with a man and not just dreaming all this up in 
bed with a hand between her thighs. It all felt so real, 
and Elizabeth loved it.

Eric’s hand eventually found its way to Elizabeth’s soft 
breasts. He touched one lightly at first, pulling away 
quickly to make sure she was going along with it. She 
didn’t protest so he touched it again, this time more 
firmly.  Elizabeth moaned softly into his mouth. It felt 
so heavenly to have someone else touch her breast. Her 
breasts had always been so sensitive and she loved to 
play with them when she masturbated. 

But this wasn’t enough. She needed to feel his touch. 
Elizabeth pushed Eric onto his back and quickly 
straddled his waist. Their eyes met and they shared a 
knowing grin. Elizabeth grabbed the bottom of her shirt 
and slowly lifted it over her head. Eric watched 
intently as inch by inch his lover was revealed to him. 
As the shirt rose to the swell of her breast, Eric 
realized she wore no bra. Elizabeth smiled as she saw 
his eyes grow wide at the sight of her small young 
breasts. She had purposely not worn one, hoping it would 
have this effect on him.

"You’re so beautiful," Eric whispered. His eyes were 
glued on the gentle curve of Elizabeth’s exquisite young 
chest. Her tiny nipples stood out proudly, just begging 
for a little attention. Elizabeth was getting incredibly 
turned on now.  Exposing herself to Eric was so erotic 
and thrilling. She had never dreamed that she could get 
this worked up over simply showing her breasts to the 
man she was about to make love to, but her hot little 
pussy was enough proof for her that she could. It was 
all she could stand.

"I need it now," Elizabeth mumbled urgently. She quickly 
reached down into Eric’s pants and fished out his rock 
hard penis. It was so hot in her hand, and so erotic. 
Her arousal was going through the roof. She couldn’t get 
out of her panties fast enough. Eric saw where this was 
headed and whipped one of the condoms out of his pocket. 
He struggled with the wrapper as he watched this 
beautiful girl wiggle her hot little body out of her 
panties. He finally got the rubber out of it’s packaging 
and barely got on his dick before Elizabeth had him in 
her hand, quickly pulling him closer to her hot little 
entrance.  Eric watched Elizabeth’s womanhood slip 
slowly over him and pure ecstasy enveloped him. His head 
started spinning and his eyes were having trouble 
focusing, but the feeling of Elizabeth’s tight vagina 
swallowing his penis was overwhelming.  Of all the 
thoughts and dreams Eric had had about what sex would 
feel like, none of them came close to describing what he 
was feeling right then. It wasn’t just physical 
pleasure, but mental pleasure as well. It just felt so 
sexy and fulfilling.

"This is amazing," Eric whispered softly into 
Elizabeth’s ear.

"It feels so good," Elizabeth whispered back. Her hips 
were grinding slowly against Eric’s groin, savoring 
every movement’s effort. Elizabeth felt the climax 
rising in her stomach. She knew it was close, and coming 
a hell of a lot faster than usual too. But it wasn’t 
just the sex getting her off, it was the moment. 
Everything was so perfect for her right then. Just being 
there with Eric, like this, was getting her off all on 
its own, not to mention her first sexual experience. 

"Oh Eric! Fuck me! Harder sweety!" Elizabeth nearly 
screamed. 

Eric didn’t think she get so into it, but there she was, 
humping him as fast as she could, begging him to do the 
same. So Eric wrapped his arms around her back tightly, 
pulling her as close to him as possible. He started 
thrust himself upward to meet Elizabeth’s fevered 
motions.  The pace picked up as Elizabeth’s orgasm 
started. She couldn’t stop herself, she just humped 
harder and harder against Eric’s engorged cock until she 
was screaming at the top of her lungs and cumming harder 
than she had ever imagined.

"Oh my god!" were the only words that Eric could make 
out of Elizabeth’s string of grunts and moans as she 
climaxed in his arms. Just hearing and seeing what his 
actions were doing to her got Eric off. He thrust into 
Elizabeth for the final time and held himself as deep 
inside of her as he could get as his juices flooded the 
condom around his manhood. He gripped his love tight and 
kissed her as his descent from ecstasy began. 
Elizabeth’s body relaxed on top of his and her lips 
lazily dragged across his neck and chest. 

"That was intense," Elizabeth spoke, her gently 
caressing Eric’s still panting chest.

"That it was," Eric noted, cradling Elizabeth’s head 
softly against his chest.  They drifted to sleep without 
another word, their bodies entwined, just as their 
hearts.

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