Frederick Laughton - Bookstore for boys

"There," she murmured with an uncertain smile as she lifted her lips from his. "Now you've kissed a girl, Skip."

Jennifer was able to meet the boy's delighted smile for but an instant longer; then she felt compelled to avert her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't face him now, and she couldn't bear the thought that he might be feeling the same thing she was now feeling. For even that brief and innocent little kiss had done something to her, to her body, that she would never have expected. It was horrible and unforgivable, nothing higher than crazy animal lust, and yet in spite of her revulsion and moral indignation at what was happening to her, Jennifer was becoming more excited with every passing instant.

"Th-thanks," Skip mumbled belatedly, his quavering voice confirming Jennifer's worst suspicions. He was still staring at her in astonishment, and he could feel a strange and pleasant kind of heat beginning to surge through his body. Even now, when she was refusing to look at him, he could sense the same wild excitement that moments before had been mirrored in her eyes. And he knew this was the time to say something cool, to say just the right thing that would attract her to continue with the crazy physical thing she'd started. But he didn't have the courage or the knowledge, and he could only gulp nervously at the sight of her full rounded breasts rising and falling heavily beneath the clinging material of the blouse she wore. He felt at this moment that she was the most gorgeous female he'd ever seen, and he still could hardly believe she had really kissed him.

"M-maybe we could do it again?" the thrilled young boy suggested falteringly, his face eagerly hopeful, flushed with excitement.

Before him the aroused twenty-four year old blonde hesitated, torn between her body's unnatural hunger to feel the sweet softness of the teenager's eager lips once again and the awful knowledge that she was now really flirting with danger. But just when it seemed she was going to win the battle with herself, the decision was taken out of her hands as Skip moaned lowly and lunged toward her, gathering her voluptuous body into his arms, standing on his tiptoes to again lock his mouth ardently over her parted lips.

The startled divorcee trembled, trying weakly to struggle free as the delicious erotic sensations rippled through every nerve in her body. She felt half-drunk with the sensual delight of the youngster's frantic boyish embrace, and his sinewy young arms held her tight until her breasts were crushed against his chest. Tingling sparks of rising lust seemed to be shooting crazily between their two intertwined bodies, and Jennifer's mind was suddenly filled with visions that bordered on shameless dreams of seduction. For a moment, she was completely lost in the mounting desires rushing through her body, and she allowed her lips to part yieldingly before the violent hunger of the teenager's inexperienced kiss.

Then, as she continued to squirm her body against Skip's as her hungry lips sucked ravenously at his eagerly exploring tongue, Jennifer realized what was happening to her. She knew now she was allowing herself to feel the same kind of wanton and unrestricted desire that had always engulfed her before she made love to her husband Stephan during the happier days of their marriage. But she knew at the same time it was absolute madness for her to let herself experience these feelings where this untouchable young boy was concerned. She couldn't have him, couldn't let herself have him, and she knew that by going on like this she was only increasing the frustration she was going to experience later. But she couldn't stop herself. Her body was aching with a need she'd almost thought she'd forgotten forever.

Now Jennifer felt absolutely shameless and she pressed her sensuously curved body even tighter against the trembling adolescent, delighting fin the sensations of his muscles rippling against her as he clenched her tightly to his heaving chest. Her leg pressed urgently against his thigh as she moved even closer, desperately trying to feel and touch more of his vibrant young body. Then suddenly she gasped as a surge of passion tore through her like a sheet of flame, and with a desperate groan she drew back and pushed the disappointed youngster away from her.

"That's enough, Skip," she gasped. "I want you to go now."

"But…?"

"I said that's enough! We have to stop! Get out of here. Get out of here this minute!"

Skip backed away from her, a thoughtful look appearing on his disturbed face. "But," he began finally. "If I go now, can I comeback tomorrow to continue with… with the book?"

"Oh Skip!"

"Please!"

"All right, all right! But now just go. Go before we both do something we'll regret."

"I want to read a chapter about doing it," Skip said stubbornly. "The real thing, I mean. I'm tired of all this kid's stuff."

Jennifer turned on the couch to gaze desperately down into the youngster's earnest face. This was the fourth time Skip had come to the shop after closing time for the purpose of going through the book on love, and they had already covered all of the material that she could in clear conscience bring herself to treat upon with the innocent teenager. And though Skip had learned quite a lot, as she knew all too well from the way he kissed during the nerve-wracking but still innocent sexual play that had accompanied their discussions, that these sessions had only served to whet his appetite.

"Come on, Miss Watson," the boy insisted. "I'm ready for that. I know enough now that I can understand it. I do!"

More as a distraction than anything else, Jennifer started to shuffle lightly through the pages of the sex manual, momentarily blushing as she found her eyes settling on a sketch of a man and woman sitting naked across from each other in the half-lotus position, obscenely caressing themselves with their hands. Beneath the picture was an italicized caption: "Mutual auto-eroticism as a method of building trust." Then abruptly she closed the book.

"I know you know enough to understand, Skip," she said firmly. "And that's why I think… I think these sessions have gone far enough. You've certainly learned everything you need to know at your age."

"But I haven't. I want to know about the real thing. About… fucking!"

"Skipper!" Jennifer gasped, standing up suddenly and moving away from the couch. "The fact that… that you would use that kind of dirty word to me demonstrates just how out of hand this whole business has gotten."

"I'm sorry," Skip mumbled. "I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, you know, sexual intercourse. I want to know about that." The tightness in the youngster's throat made him feel as if he were being choked and he stared at the sensuous but now disturbed blonde in passionate plea, quickly devouring every firm contour of her ripe female figure. All he could think of was that he had to convince her to keep going with what they'd begun. His whole life had changed during these last few days and he felt like an entirely different person from the nervous and uninitiated boy who'd arrived with the bag of coins from his piggy bank to buy the book that would teach him about sex. But he felt that he'd still only explored the tip of the iceberg, and he couldn't bear the thought of having her break the whole thing off now when they were just getting started good.

Suddenly convinced that he had to take some kind of positive action on his own behalf, the dark-haired young boy rose suddenly and lunged clumsily around the coffee table. Then with lightning quickness, he stepped forward and reached around Jennifer with both hands to catch the twin half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her to him and planting several awkward kisses on the sensitive white flesh of her neck just below the ears. "God, ma'am," he groaned heavily. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't help myself. You're too beautiful and I like you too much."