Frederick Laughton - Bookstore for boys

"Yes, Skip," she nodded at last. "We're going to do it all. And if you're sure you can keep your grandmother from seeing the book, I want you to take it home with you tonight and start reading it yourself. Read chapter six, then come back tomorrow and we'll practice what you've learned."

"You mean we're really going to do it, tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

Jennifer smiled, almost sadly. "Yes, we're really going to do it. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I have another surprise for you."

Jennifer looked up breathlessly as Skip's face appeared at the bookstore's glass front door against the background of the falling twilight outside. All day long she'd been waging an inner struggle with herself, considering and rejecting and considering again the possibility that when he arrived she should just send him away in the hope of salvaging what remnants remained of her own self-respect. But she'd known deep down inside that it was a losing battle from the beginning. The die had been cast in yesterday's lewd but titillating episode. She was like a gambler. She was hooked, even if it meant her doom.

"Hello, Skip," she said as the young boy opened the door and came inside, the book that had been the catalyst to this whole bizarre experience fucked under his arm as an unnecessary reminder of why he was here.

"Hi, Miss Watson," the boy answered excitedly, his eyes falling to her slender shapely thighs revealed by the short miniskirt she'd chosen especially for him.

Jennifer pulled the blinds over the window and locked the door, then led her young friend behind the counter and through to the cozy little room in back. She turned and smiled down at him tenderly, her eyes hungrily taking in his cute small figure as she mused over what he must be thinking now, regarding that chapter she'd told him to read from the book that was serving as the text to her decline and fall.

"Did you read the chapter I told you to in the book?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"Well… uh… I think I must have. I forgot which chapter you said but I read the whole first half of the book. And boy, some of that stuff really sounds like fun. Are we gonna do all that? Which chapter did you say for me to read?"

The questions were coming rapid-fire from the eager teenager's lips, furthering evidence of his genuine excitement. Jennifer moistened her lips in building anticipation. "It was chapter six."

"Chapter six," Skip mumbled, opening the book and starting to thumb hurriedly through it. Then as he found the sketch of the naked man and woman lying in reverse embrace, each partner's head nestled obscenely in the other's loins, and read the chapter heading Oral Stimulation as a Means or an End, his mouth dropped open wide. He stared at the page in shock for a moment, then lifted his eyes slowly to Jennifer. "Wow! Are we going to do that? I've heard some of the other guys talking about it. They call it sixty-nine. Are we going to do that?"

Jennifer smiled. "I don't know, Skip. I don't want to force you into anything. Do you think you would like to do it?"

Skip's face paled momentarily. "Golly! You really mean it? Eating each other?"

Jennifer almost squealed with joy at the boy's slight display of apprehension. It was the clearest signal he could have given her of her innocence, and it only increased her own perverse anticipation.

"We'll see," she said after a moment. "We'll see how you feel about it, because I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do." She paused, taking a deep breath, wanting to see the look on the boy's face at her next statement. "But I am going to suck your cock, the way it's described there in the book."

"Jesus," Skip whispered under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the smiling woman. Just the thought of her taking his cock in her mouth almost drove him out of his mind and even now he could feel his penis beginning to twitch hurriedly to a full tingling erection inside his trousers. He'd read chapter six and he'd found it one of the most exciting chapters in the whole first half of the book. But even as he was reading it he'd hardly been able to bring himself to believe that people really did the things that were described in it. He certainly hadn't imagined the sexy blonde owner of the bookstore would ever do anything like that to him. And now she was proposing that very thing. She was going to suck him whether he was willing to do the same thing for her or not. And though he wasn't sure about the latter, he sure didn't have any objections to letting her do the former.

"That doesn't make you nervous, does it?" Jennifer asked lustily, as if she'd read the boy's thoughts.

"Gosh no!" said Skip almost too eagerly. "Heck, I'd really like that!"

"Then help me get undressed," she told him, again relishing the response on his face.

"You mean naked?"

"I mean naked," said Jennifer. "Have you ever seen a naked woman?"

Skip swallowed with momentary embarrassment and shook his head. "But I really would like to."

"Then unzip me," the blonde divorcee said, turning her back to the eager teenager.

Skip's hands shook as he reached toward the older woman to undo the zipper down the back of her dress, the excitement surging through his body making him awkward as he tugged at the tiny tab so Jennifer finally reached back with one hand to open the garment before he ripped it forcibly from her body.

Without a moment's hesitation, the teenager's fingers dug deep into her skin as he got a hold on the clasp of her brassiere, his breath rasping excitedly past her ear as he struggled with the stubborn hook. Again it was Jennifer who finally undid that, then abandoned her body to his eager fingers as they tore the garments down over her cream-white shoulders. His hands still shaking with his urgency, Skip grasped her shoulder, turning her until she stood facing him, with her firmly quivering nipple-peaked breasts completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

The young divorcee's face radiated an almost fierce pride as she smoothed her hands up over her softly contoured rib cage to cup the full rounded melon-like mounds of her gleaming breasts. She leaned tantalizingly toward him until she held her nipples right before his incredulous face and squeezed them toward his eyes.

"Do you like them, darling?" she asked softly. "Would you like to kiss them?"

A sigh of childish delight whistled from his parted lips and then suddenly the youngster's head bobbed forward, his mouth fastening greedily over the rigid pink tip of her thrusting left breast. Jennifer moaned and swayed as she felt his boyish lips begin to suck and nibble at the wildly sensitive mounds of flesh. His hands trailed over her body, excitedly discovering her soft curved buttocks and thighs, and at the same time his lips danced lightly over her breasts, licking and kissing the silken white flesh pressed smotheringly over his face. She basked in the ecstasy of the teasing contact for a moment, then reluctantly pulled back to disengage herself.

"Wait, darling, wait," she laughed softly down at him. "Don't you want to see the rest of me? Now I'm going to take everything off."

Skip could only nod his assent, his eyes fixing hungrily on her beautiful, half-stripped body, consuming the lushly inviting contours she was about to reveal completely to his curious gaze. He still didn't dare believe it was really about to happen. The salacious smile that curved her lips as she bent over and her pink-tipped breasts swayed provocatively downward taunted him, and he watched her push her dress off her wide-flared pelvis and down off her thighs. Then she pressed her thin blue panties down over her rounded hips, exposing her tiny indented navel, the small bowl of her belly, and then finally the naked blonde triangle of her pussy hair. And seeing it now was still every bit as good as seeing it last night for the first time had been.