Al Steiner - Doing It All Over

Period four, which I hadn't gone to yesterday, was Driver's Education. I was gratified to see that at least they took this subject very seriously. The information, though very familiar to me, was not the least bit scaled down. Period five was PE. It was spent learning the finer points of basketball. And though I enjoyed seeing all of the high school girls jumping around in their school sweats and T-shirts, I was no better at sports than I had ever been. I did enough to get by and let the rest ride. As I dressed in the locker room some of Richie Fairview's cronies were in there. Usually they were the terror of the locker room. They eyed me nervously and came nowhere near me. When they started to approach some poor freshman slob, probably intending to make him cry just for the fun of it, I gave them a glare and they immediately found something else to do. I smiled to myself. Maybe I couldn't change the world, but I was doing a little bit at least. Period six, the final period of the day was English. The subject was paragraph writing. I listened blandly and noted down my homework. I kept my mouth shut. When the bell rang I shouldered my backpack, found Mike, and headed for home. Shortly after arriving home I gathered up a bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels. Tracy had been lying on the couch flipping through a rock music magazine and had only grunted a reply to my greeting when I'd come in the house. However when she saw me heading out the door with the cleaning supplies she favored me with a pitying look. "Going to clean Anita's windows?" She asked me. I nodded, putting on a look of resigned disgust. "Yep. You know how it is. " "Yeah," She nodded. "I know how it is. I gotta watch her little brats on Saturday night. " She shook her head in disgust. "Saturday fucking night! Can you believe the nerve of Mom and Dad? Volunteering me for that shit on Saturday night. And do you know why she needs a babysitter that night?" "Why?" I asked, pausing in the doorway. "Because she's going to a party. A party! Well what the hell do they think I was gonna do? I'm tired of them springing this crap on me at the last minute. I have a life too. " I smiled. "Yes you do. " I told her. "Let me talk to her. I'll see what I can do. I'm not doing anything Saturday, maybe she'll let me baby-sit instead. " "You?" Tracy asked with horror. "You can't baby-sit. " "Why not?" I asked, already knowing what she was going to say. "Because you're a boy!" "So? What's that got to do with anything? Why do girls automatically make good babysitters while boys are untrustworthy?" "Well," She tried to come up with something and failed. "Just because. Boys aren't as responsible as girls are. " "Oh we're not, are we? Why is that?" "Because," She said, "If a boy was left alone in a house he'd do all kinds of things. " I started laughing. "What?" She asked. "When you were babysitting her kids," I asked, "Did you ever drink her booze?" "No. " Tracy said indignantly. "Oh come on Tracy. " I chided. "Well maybe once or twice. " She admitted. "And did you ever have your boyfriend over to her house?" "Well, yes. " "And did you ever smoke weed over there and make out on the couch? Or maybe use her bedroom for a little… " "All right!" She yelled, laughing. "You made your point. At least to me anyway. But Mom and Dad and Anita are never going to buy it. " "I'm just offering. " I told her. "I'll float the idea by Anita while I'm over there. And Mom and Dad will go along if Anita does. Don't worry, I'm good at talking people into things. And if it doesn't work, you're no worse off are you?" "I guess not. " She answered, her demeanor brightening. "Well thanks Bill. I hope you can talk her into it. " She chuckled. "It's kinda hard to picture you babysitting though. " "Kids love me. " I assured her, "And I love them. I'll be fine. " I headed for the door and then paused, "By the way, what are her kids' names anyway?" Anita Browling's house was a single story with a small lawn and small back yard. Like all the houses in the subdivision, it had been built about 1970 or so, during a major growth spurt for the Spokane area. Like many of the other houses on the block, the paint was peeling off due to the extremes of the weather. I knew that at some point in the near future I would be volunteered to paint the house for her. Was that this coming summer? I figured it would be. I knew, looking at the paint that it hadn't been done yet and I also knew that I'd done it before Tracy's death. It had\would take me nearly two weeks in the hot sun to complete. Anita was home when I knocked. I remembered that she worked early in the morning, Tracy often had to get up at 5:00 AM to go baby-sit on vacation days, but I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was she did. She was wearing a pair of dark slacks that hid the form of her slightly large hips and a button-up blouse that showed off her large breasts nicely. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. She smiled warmly as she saw me standing there with my cleaning supplies in hand. "Billy. " She greeted, throwing open the door and allowing me entry. "Did you come to do the windows today? You're such a sweetie. " "No problem. " I said, smiling back. "I'll have 'em squeaky clean in no time. " Her two children (Ryan and Jennifer, Ryan and Jennifer, my mind repeated to me), were coloring in books at her coffee table. They both looked up at me for a moment and then went back to what they were doing. The living room was a little cluttered with toys and so forth but remarkably neat for a woman with two children. The television was turned off and the stereo was turned on. Barbara Striesand was singing about love, how it was ageless and evergreen, whatever the hell that meant. "I really appreciate you doing this for me Billy," Anita was saying. "They get so dirty during the winter and I have such a hard time climbing on the ladder you know. " "I'm happy to do it. " I assured her, "Where should I start?" I got the ladder out of her garage and began doing the outsides first, moving from one to the other, scraping and wiping off the accumulation of dirt, grime, road salt, and all of the other shit that floats around in our air or is blown forcefully through it during the winter. Anita stayed in the house for this portion although I caught glimpses of her through the windows when she happened to be in a room that I was cleaning. I watched her whenever I saw her, checking out her form and imagining the possibilities. Though she was slightly chunky, there was nothing in the world wrong with that. Her skin looked soft, her face pretty, and she had beautiful breasts that bounced nicely when she walked. Sure, a teenager wouldn't admit he desired her, such were the commandments of peer pressure, but an adult would have no problem with her whatsoever. And I was most definitely an adult. She waved at me whenever she happened to catch me looking in at her, or smiled at the very least, but there was no overt flirtation. I began to wonder if my mind was remembering things correctly. Was I confusing my previous masturbation fantasies with reality? When I went in the house to do the inside of the windows it was only a minute or two before I got my first clue. I was up on the stepladder doing the living room window and she came up to offer me a soda to drink. As she handed it to me I was looking down at her. She had undone the top button of her blouse, allowing me to look straight down the front of it. I could see the mass of her white breasts contained in a flimsy, lacy bra. I was certain that the top button had not been undone earlier and I was also certain, as a fifteen year old would NOT have been, that she was well aware of the view she was giving me. She was showing herself to me. But for what purpose? "Thank you. " I smiled, taking the soda and swigging out of it. I then handed it back to her. "Could you set it over there for me?" I asked, pointing at a coffee table next to the ladder. "Sure," She replied, taking it from my hand. When she bent over to set it down gravity pulled her breasts away from her body, as well as pulling the blouse away from her tits. This allowed me a fine view indeed. She caught me looking as she stood back up and I turned my head away, as a teenager would do. There was no sense tipping my hand, was there? As I moved from window to window I grew more and more certain that she was deliberately showing herself to me. Why was she doing this? I wondered. Was she just teasing a teenager? Or did she desire something more? I didn't know. Though my memories of her little shows were correct I also remembered that she had never made any attempt to actually seduce me. What should I do next? How could I find out safely? As I cleaned I also chatted and talked to her two kids, remembering my promise to Tracy. Jennifer was four and Ryan was six. I truly do love children and they were cute ones. I applied all of the skills I'd picked up in my thirty-two years charming them. The responded to me well, obviously impressing Anita with my rapport. "Your kids are really cute. " I told her at one point, and she beamed at me. But the kids also prevented me from seeing how far she was willing to go with her little game. She was an attentive and responsible mother. I knew instinctively that she would do nothing while they were awake. That thought led to a plan. "What time do you and Jenny have to go to bed?" I asked Ryan playfully. He pouted. "Eight o'clock on school nights. " He said. "And we're not even tired then!" "That's a bummer. " I told him, marking the time in my head. "Your mommy's a real meanie, isn't she?" "Yeah!" They agreed together, giggling and making their mommy giggle too. While I cleaned her bedroom windows she was folding her laundry on the bed and chatting with me about this and that. She asked about school and I had to search my mind for answers since I'd only spent two days in the place. As far as I know I said nothing inappropriate. When I finished the window I stepped down from the ladder and spied the doorway that led to the master bathroom. That would be HER bathroom. "Do you mind if I use your restroom?" I said, nodding towards the door. "Sure. " She said, waving me in that direction. I went inside and closed the door. After emptying my bladder into her toilet I buttoned up my pants prior to flushing. When my pants were secure I pushed the handle and used the noise of the toilet to cover the sound of me opening up her medicine cabinet. I took a look inside, quickly flitting my eyes over the shelves full of Tylenol, old antibiotics, old codeine, and various over the counter remedies. I spotted what I was looking for on the bottom shelf. A square plastic case with little white pills and occasional rows of pink ones, which were sugar pills I knew, imbedded in it. Each of the pills was in a spot marked with the day of the week. I picked it up for a second, seeing both that she was current and that she was not due for her period for more than a week. I smiled. I would have had to come up with another plan if she had not been on some sort of birth control. And being able to predict her period was a bonus I hadn't counted on. When I emerged from the bathroom she was putting her clothes in the dresser. "Anita?" I asked her as I folded up the ladder. "Yes. " She asked, turning towards me. "You have Tracy coming over to baby-sit on Saturday, don't you?" She creased her brow a little. "Yes," She nodded. "Your mother said she would. " "Well," I said, carefully, "The fact is that Tracy had plans for that night and my mom kinda ruined them by volunteering her to baby-sit. " Anita's face immediately turned to distress. "Oh my goodness. " She said. "I had no idea that Tracy had plans. If I'd of known that I never would have asked your mother. " She shook her head. "Your mother told me that she'd be happy to baby-sit. " "Yeah," I agreed, "Mom's like that sometimes. " "Well I'll just cancel my plans. " She announced. "I don't want to make Tracy miss her party. Especially after all she's done for me in the past. And you kids never accept any money for what you do. " "Well, you don't have to cancel your plans. " I told her. "I talked to Tracy about it and I don't have anything to do on Saturday. I thought maybe I could take her place. That way both of you could go to your parties. " "You?" She said doubtfully. "Why not?" I said. "I like your kids a lot, and they like me. I can take care of them all right. We'll have fun. " It took a few more minutes but finally I convinced her. Shortly after that I went home. But I wouldn't be home for long. When I walked in the door Mom and Dad were both home. Mom was cooking up something in the kitchen. It smelled like steak. Dad was watching the news on television. I gave him a quick hello and headed directly for mom. She would be the authority on the subject I was about to discuss. It took ten minutes and a phone call to Anita but I secured her permission to baby-sit Anita's kids in Tracy's place. She was doubtful about the plan and I knew she would probably call every ten minutes while I was over there, but I was able to wear her down. With a smile on my face, I headed upstairs. I paused at Tracy's room and gave a knock on the door. From behind it came the sound of Rick Springfield again. The music turned down and the door creaked open. She looked at me. "Looks like you're gonna be partying on Saturday. " I told her. "You convinced them?" She asked in disbelief. "Putty in my hands. " I assured her. "Oh thank you!" She squealed, pulling me to her and giving me a big hug. She drew back and looked at me. "You know Billy," She said. "Sometimes you're not such a little asshole after all. " "I'll take that as a compliment Trace. " I told her, walking away. I entered my room as happy as I'd been in a while. After dinner I went upstairs and took a shower, cleansing my body and making sure to brush my teeth and use plenty of mouthwash. I put on the tightest pair of pants that I could find, a pair that hugged my lower body like a second skin. I put on a clean sweater and combed my hair. I checked my watch. 6:40. Almost an hour and a half to go. I pulled out my books and began studying. At 8:30 I had completed all of my homework and stowed it neatly away in my backpack. I went to Tracy's room and knocked on the door. She opened it. "Can I use your phone a minute Trace?" I asked. "Sure. " She said, waving me inside. She had been doing her homework I saw. Her Biology book and a spread of papers were scattered on her desk. She was dressed in her jeans and sweatshirt still. Her Rick Springfield album was still playing on the stereo. Earlier I'd looked in my mom's phone book and found Mike's phone number which, of course, I did not remember. I picked up her phone and dialed it. His mom answered and I asked for him. A moment later he came to the phone. "Hey dude," I said, "I'm telling my parents I'm coming over to your house tonight for a while. So don't call me. " "You got it dude. " He assured me. "What's up?" "Oh, I'm just going out for a while. " "Doing anything cool?" He asked, fishing for an invitation. "Naw. " I assured him. "Just gonna fuck off a little. " "Whatever. " He said, disappointed, sulking a little, but at least I was safe from being busted via a telephone call from him. "See ya tomorrow. " When I hung up Tracy looked at me questioningly. "Where are you going?" She asked. "Out. " I told her. "Just out?" "Just out. " I said, my tone telling her she should mind her own business. I headed downstairs. "Mom, I'm going over to Mike's for a little bit. " I said as I passed through the living room. "All right dear. " She said absently, her attention riveted to the television. "Be back by ten. " "I will. " I told her. Three minutes later I was in front of Anita's house. I could see the light was on in the living room and the faint blue glow of a television screen shining through. I found myself nervous as I contemplated what I was about to do. Was this really wise? If I had misread her I could get into a lot of trouble. I might even end up talking to a shrink or something. But my little head told me I was doing the right thing. Even at thirty-two I still listened to him probably more than I should. I walked up her driveway. After another brief, fearful pause at the front door, I knocked. The sound of her voice came drifting through the door. "Who is it?" "It's Billy. " I said, speaking only as loud as I thought I needed to in order to be heard. "Billy?" She said, confused. A moment later the door crept open about six inches, revealing her. She was wearing a robe I saw, pulled tight around her body. Her face was void of makeup and a towel was over her head, allowing a few damp strands to peek out. "Hi. " I said, embarrassed, not even faking it. "I was wondering if I could uh… well, talk to you about something for a minute?" "What is it?" She asked, immediately concerned. "It's kind of personal. " I told her. "Could I uh… come in?" "Uh… " She hesitated for a second, leading me to believe I'd made a terrible mistake. Then she said, "Sure. "She opened the door, allowing me entry. I stepped into her living room and she shut the door behind me. Her living room was now absolutely spotless. The television was on showing a news program. A half-full wineglass sat on the coffee table near the couch. A glance into the kitchen revealed a half-empty bottle of white wine. My hopes perked up. She'd been drinking. "Sit down. " She said, looking at me. "Can I get you anything to drink?" "Oh, no thank you. " I told her, heading for the couch and planting myself near where she would sit. She came over and sat down next to me, her robe riding up a little in the process and allowing me a brief glance of her milky white thighs before she pulled the hem back down. She picked up her wineglass and had a sip before using the remote control to turn down the volume on the television. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" I asked her nervously. "Not at all. " She said, shaking her head. "I was just watching the news before Dallas comes on. What's wrong?" "Well," I started, "It's kind of embarrassing you know, but… " "Billy, what is it?" "Well," I continued, "You've been a good friend to me and I feel like I can, you know, trust you. " "Of course you can trust me. " She said. "But you're also friends with my mother. " I said. "I really wouldn't want to have her find out about what I have to ask. " "If you don't want me to tell her, I won't tell her. " Anita assured me. "Think of me as a doctor. "I paused for a moment, as if I was thinking it over. Finally I said, "Okay, well, you're younger than my mother and you're a girl and all, so I thought maybe you'd understand. " "Understand what?" She asked. "I've got a girlfriend!" I blurted. She smiled. "Well good for you. " She said happily. "What's her name?" "Debbie. " I said, pulling out the first name to come to mind. "We've been going out for a while and… " "And what?" She asked. "And well," I took a long pause, considering my words. "And it's getting to the point where she wants to, you know, do things with me. "She raised her eyebrows, blushing a little. "Do things?" "You know," I said. "Like uh… sex. " I squeaked. "Sex?" She said, blushing harder now. "Yes. " I nodded. "Billy," She said sternly. "Don't you think you're a little young to be thinking about sex?"I looked at her confused. "Anita," I said honestly. "Sex is pretty much ALL I think about. How old were you when you first, you know, did it?"She licked her lips a little. "Okay," She said, smiling a bit. "I see your point. So you're saying she wants to have sex with you?" "Yes. " I nodded. "And do you want to have sex with her?" "More than anything. " I answered. "But you see, I uh, well, I've never had, uh, sex before. " "And has she?" Anita asked. "I think so. " I nodded. "That's the problem. I don't know how to do it. " "Well I'm sure if she loves you… " Anita started. "Love?" I interrupted. "Love doesn't have anything to do with it. I don't love her, she's just my girlfriend. She expects me to do it with her and I've told her I've done it before. " "You lied to her?" "Yes. " I said. "Do you have any idea what would happen if people found out I was a virgin? I'm in high school. You have to be a stud or people think you're a fag!"She took a moment to digest this, perhaps thinking back to her own high school days. When it was processed she nodded a little, licking her lips again. "I suppose you're right. " She told me. "So what is it you want from me?" "Can you tell me how to do it?" I asked, looking hopefully at her. "Please?" "Tell you how to do it. " She said to herself, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. "Yeah. " I said, nodding. "So I'll know how to make it seem like I've done it before. Like, you know, how do I treat her boobs and all? And how do I, you know, put it in? How are you supposed to move once you're in? They don't teach you this stuff anywhere! Debbie's a blabbermouth. If I don't do it right, the whole school will think I'm a virgin by the next day. You gotta help me!" I pleaded, seemingly near tears. "Billy," She said. "I appreciate your fears but you can't just TELL someone how to do it. The only way to learn is, well, to do it a few times. It comes naturally, you'll see. " "But I told her I've done it before!" I said. "She'll know! Can't you at least tell me a little bit about how to do it? What about foreplay?" "Foreplay?" She asked. "Yeah. " I said. "I heard you're supposed to do foreplay. I don't even know what that is!"She looked at me in shock for a moment and then burst out laughing. I flushed as if deeply embarrassed. "Forget it. " I said angrily, standing up. "I'll just go home. " "No, no. " She said, stifling her outburst. "I'm not laughing at you, just at what you said. I'm sorry. "Slowly, I put myself back down in the chair, noting the gleam forming in her eye. For the first time I felt I was making some headway. I noticed she'd let the hem of her robe creep up a bit, showing me her flesh up to mid-thigh. She'd also let the top open a bit, revealing a bit of cleavage and confirming my suspicion that she had no bra on under the robe. Perhaps I hadn't made a mistake in coming here. "Listen. " She said. "There's a lot involved in making love. It takes a lifetime to learn it all. But you just want to seem like you've done it before, right?" "Yes!" I agreed. "Okay. " She said, downing the rest of her wine and setting the glass down. "Let me see what I can do. " "Thank you!" I blurted. She took a deep breath. "Tell me," She said. "How far have you gone before?" "Well," I said, "We've kissed a lot and she's let me feel her boobs through her shirt a few times. " "Okay. " Anita nodded. "And one time she let me put my hand UNDER her shirt. But she wouldn't let me put it under her bra. " "And that's as far as you've gone?" "Yes. " I nodded. "But she's hinted that she'd like for you to do more soon?" "Uh huh. " I said. "That's why I came to you. " "Okay," Anita said. "If I tell you this, it has to remain here, do you understand? You're mother, your friends, nobody can ever find out about what I've told you. Can you do that?" "Yes," I said, sensing the kill coming. "I promise. " "Okay. " She smiled, leaning back into the couch a little. "I'll teach you the basics on how to have sex with a girl. " "I knew you'd help me Anita. " I grinned, feeling an erection starting already as I saw the shine in her eyes increase. Her nipples were hard. I could see them poking through the fabric in her robe. And she kept shifting her legs back and forth while she sat there. She was showing unmistakable signs of arousal. Signs that a fifteen-year old wouldn't be able to pick up upon, but signs that were very familiar to a thirty-two year old. "I'm glad to help. " She told me. "Now the most important thing in the early stages is to be gentle. " She told me. "Girls don't like it when you maul them. If she lets you feel her breasts, don't squeeze them hard, caress them. " "Caress them?" I asked. "Yes. " She nodded. "You need to touch them gently, as if they were a delicate egg or something. Remember that. Don't break the egg. Just glide your hands over them and don't attack the nipples. Just run your fingers over them for a few minutes. Touch them lightly. That really gets girls hot. " "Wow. " I said. "Like this?" I held up my hands and roughly moved my thumb and index finger back and forth. "No no. " She said, shaking her head. "You have to… " She paused, thinking. "Well," She said softly. "I suppose it would be easier to show you instead of telling you. " "Show me?" I asked, feigning confusion but feeling my cock leap to full life. I'd done it! She was going to SHOW me. "Yes. " She said. "Again, you can never tell anyone, but in the interest of education, I suppose I could volunteer as a test subject. " "What do you mean?" I asked naively. Slowly she put her hands to her robe and opened it at the chest, revealing her silky skin and freeing her braless tits. They were glorious, sagging only a little, the size of softballs. The large nipples were standing out proudly, just begging to be touched and sucked. "Here. " She told me. "Give me your hands. "Slowly I reached out and put my hands in hers. She took them and placed them upon her tits, allowing me to feel the soft, springy flesh, the hard points of the nipples pressing into my palms. "Now caress them. " She said softly, her eyes shining. "Pretend I'm Debbie. " "Okay. " I said, faking a stutter. I began to squeeze and caress them, running my fingertips over the soft flesh, twirling around her nipples, which were easily the diameter of dimes. I hefted their weight in my hands, testing them, before going back to caressing. Her eyes softened as I did this, her breathing quickening. "Very good. " She said, pushing her chest forward into my hands. "You're a quick learner. " "Cool. " I muttered, continuing my actions. I looked below her tits as I did this, seeing her stomach. The skin was tanned and looked soft although there were a few creases and stretchmarks. Her belly button was large and had a faint fuzz of black hair leading downward from it. I could almost make out her crotch but her robe was still closed over that portion of her body. "Wouldn't she want me to, you know, suck on them?" I asked Anita. "Girls like that, don't they?" "They love it. " Anita breathed, twisting her shoulders into me now. "But it's another thing that you have to do carefully. " She explained. "You have to treat a nipple like a baby does. Pretend you're sucking on a bottle when you suck a tit. Don't go after it like a shop-vac. " "Can I try it?" I asked her. "Just to make sure I'm doing it right?" "I suppose. " She allowed, reaching up and putting her hand to the back of my head. She pulled my face to her left breast and my lips contacted the soft skin just above the nipple. I kissed and sucked for a second and then moved down, taking her large nipple in my mouth. As I began to gently suck she moaned, her fingers twining through my hair. I put my hands on her stomach, sliding them around to her back and pulling her tighter to me. I lapped and slurped at her nipple, tasting every square millimeter of it before switching to the right one. I took that nipple in my mouth and gave it a similar treatment. I raised my head from her chest. "Is this what foreplay is?" I asked her. "Yesss. " She hissed. "But if you really want to master foreplay, there's one thing you want to know how to do. " "What's that?" I asked, licking her nipple once more. "How to eat a woman, er, a girl. " "You mean… " "You need to know how to eat pussy. " She told me. "Can you teach me?" I asked, looking up at her flushed face. "Yes. " She nodded, putting her hands to the top of my head and pushing me downward. Her robe parted and her chunky legs spread before me, revealing her crotch. It was covered with a mat of thick, curly, black hair. Her pink lips, swollen with her excitement, protruded from the center of her bush. Her clit was peeking from its hood near the top. Her thick, clean smell rose up before me, driving my desire, making me long to bury my face between those soft legs. I gave up all pretenses and dove in to her, attacking her slit with my tongue. "Ohhhh!" She squealed in surprise as I drove my tongue into her body, plunging it in and out, lapping up her juices. She tasted so good. There is nothing like eating a pussy that is attached to a woman that has just emerged from bathing. Nothing!I licked up and down, in and out, while her hands pulled me closer and her bare legs wrapped around my back. I felt her legs as I ate her, admiring the silky softness of them. When she started to buck back at me I went for her clit, licking it and then finally sucking it into my mouth. Her moans were so loud I feared that the neighbors would hear. Not that I stopped because of this though. She came after only a few minutes, a loud screaming orgasm that splashed my face with her fragrant juices and made her rip several strands of my hair from my scalp. When she finally calmed down I looked up at her, my face wet, hairs sticking from between my teeth. Her expression was of total disbelief. "Was that how you do it?" I asked her, sliding my finger through her slippery slit. She nodded, speechless. "Can you tell me how to fuck now?" I asked, taking off my sweater and throwing it to the floor. A minute later I was completely naked and climbing between her thick thighs. I ran my fifteen-year old cock up and down her slimy slit for a moment and then she grabbed my ass with her hands and pulled. I slid inside of her easily, feeling her grip at me, feeling my pubis mash against hers. Though she was looser than Debbie, she was certainly more experienced. Her hips rose up to meet me and she clenched her vaginal muscles expertly. She had been married after all, and knew how to fuck. She did it well I quickly discovered as I began pounding in and out. Her soft stomach pressed against mine as my pelvis moved to her rhythm. Her soft thighs slid against mine, quickly building up a sheen of sweat upon which to glide. I leaned down, feeling those tits push against my chest. My mouth found hers and our tongues began a desperate duel as we pleasured each other with our nether regions. "Oh fuck me!" She cried, squeezing my ass cheeks. "It's been so long. Fuck me!" "Yeah. " I said, slamming harder, feeling her rise up to meet each thrust. She broke our kiss and stared directly into my eyes, taking in my features. Her hands left my ass and began gliding over my legs, my back, my arms, playing with my armpits. Her expression was of exhalted disbelief, leading me to believe I was fulfilling a fantasy of hers. She'd WANTED to fuck a fifteen-year old and now she was getting her fantasy. "Harder!" She commanded. "Fuck me harder!" I pounded her mercilessly and soon her hips and her fingernails on my back told me she was coming again. She screamed out her pleasure as it hit her. "Now come in me!" She commanded breathlessly. "Oh come in me! Let me feel your fresh come squirting in my body! Oh God, please? Come in me!" "You want it?" I asked her, holding back for the moment. "Yesss!" She answered, pounding her hips and grasping my cock with greater force. "Let me feel it. Let me feel your come!" "You like fifteen year old boys?" I asked her, slamming and slamming. "You like to feel their come shooting in you?" "Ohhhhh!" She moaned, sticking her finger in my ass and moving it in and out. "Do you?" I asked. "Tell me. Tell me what you like and I'll come. " "Oh God," She moaned, adding another finger to my ass, nearly causing me pain, but causing me great pleasure at the same time. "I love it. I've always wanted a teenager! I've always wanted to fuck you! Now please, come innn meeeee!" "Here it comes baby. " I told her, increasing my thrusts. I felt the surge running up my spine. It was going to happen now, it was inevitable. My hips became a blur and waves of pure pleasure ran through my body as spurt after spurt shot from my cock into her grasping pussy. "Yessssss!" She screamed, feeling me shooting. Even after my thrusts slowed to a stop, hers continued. Finally we both slowed to a stop. We kissed each other for a few moments, swirling our tongues together in the afterglow of great sex and then she looked up at me, her eyes showing shame and confusion. "You were great. " I told her, giving her left tit a friendly squeeze. "Absolutely great. " "What have I done?" She asked, more to herself than me. "Oh my god. "I leaned down and kissed her again, licking at her lips a little. "You've done nothing Anita. " I said. "Nothing at all but give your friend Billy a little friendly advice for his girlfriend. "She shook her head violently. "No. " She told me, pushing me off of her. I slid off with a wet slurp. Her legs were still wide and a big glob of my sperm drooled out of her slit. She closed them quickly. "God, what have I done?"I rolled over and sat up. "Had a good time?" I asked, stretching a little. "I can't believe this!" She said, near tears. "You're Margaret's son! And I've, I've, taken advantage of you!" "You did no such thing Anita!" I told her. "I did!" She insisted, tears running down her face now. "No," I told her. "You didn't. I took advantage of YOU. " She shook her head, pulling her robe around her. "That's nice of you to say Billy, but you're a fifteen year old kid and I'm an adult. You came to me for help and I… I took advantage of that because it's been so long since I've had sex. I let my horniness get the better of me and I've done something awful. I… " "Anita. " I said, still sitting there naked, her juices and my sperm drying on my dick. "There is no Debbie. " "What?" She asked. "There is no Debbie. " I repeated. "I made that up as an excuse to come over here. I've also had sex before, several times. Couldn't you tell while I was making love to you?" She looked confused. "I did think you were doing it rather well for a teenager. " She admitted. "But why would you do that?" "Because I wanted you. " I told her. "Do you know that I lie in bed at night thinking about your body while I masturbate?" "You do?" "Yes," I said. "Constantly. I've wanted you for such a long time now. And I've thought that maybe you were attracted to me a little, that maybe if I, you know, set it up right, you would maybe do things with me. I came over here hoping that what we did would happen. I tried to engineer it. It's me you should be mad at. I lied to you. I was conniving. And I'm sorry you're upset by what we did. You were more than I ever hoped for. " "I was?" She asked, her eyes shining. "Yes. " I nodded. "Can you ever forgive me for tricking you like that?" "Of course Billy. " She said. "But I still shouldn't have done that. Do you understand how serious this is? I can be arrested for what we did. " "I'll never tell anyone. " I told her. "I swear. " She smiled a little, wiping her face. "Fifteen year olds swear lots of things. " She told me. "And they very rarely understand the consequences of breaking those swears. " "Anita," I said, "I'm not an ordinary fifteen year old. I DO think about consequences. I think about them obsessively. Would you like to hear an example of how I think about them?" "What do you mean?" She asked. "While I was over here earlier I was already planning this episode. But I was worried about the possibility of getting you pregnant. I did not want to do that. So I looked in your medicine cabinet to make sure you were on birth control of some type. I was looking for a diaphragm case or birth control pills. Only when I found your pills and assured myself that you were current on them did I decide to come over here tonight. " "You did that?" She asked, staring at me. Giving me THE LOOK. "You are currently eight days from your period. " I told her. "My God. " She said, looking at me with confused respect. "Does that sound like a typical teenager to you? I like to think things through before I do them, eliminate all of the possible dangers that I can. So what would I have to gain by telling anyone this? A few minutes of celebrity if I told the story, which my friends wouldn't believe anyway, they would only pretend to. That certainly does not balance out the loss of you as a friend. " I leered at her. "A very special friend. " "Wow. " She whispered, staring at me. "I don't know what to say. This is the most confusing moment of my life. " "I'm sure it is. " I told her. "But did you enjoy what we did?" "Well… " She started. "Did you?" I asked. "Yes. " She admitted. "Immensely. " She blushed again. "I've laid awake at night masturbating while thinking about YOU. But I never thought for a minute that we'd actually, you know. " She shook her head. "You are a sneaky little bastard, you know that? You played right into one of my fantasies, almost word for word. " "I'm pretty perceptive they say. " I agreed. "I'll say. " "So why don't we mark it down as a pleasant experience for all concerned?" I asked her. "I enjoyed making love to you, you enjoyed making love to me. Both of us had fantasies fulfilled. I will never tell anyone about it. Nobody even knows where I am tonight. What we did will remain secret forever. I promise. " "Okay. " She nodded, smiling again now. "But we shouldn't do this anymore. " She qualified. "It's still wrong. " "If you wish. " I agreed sadly. "I think that would be for the best. " "All right. " I paused. "But is it still okay for me to baby-sit on Saturday? I'd hate to disappoint Tracy. " "Oh sure. " She said. "Perfectly all right. " "Good. " I stood up. "Is it okay if I use your shower before I go home?" "My shower?" "Yes. " I nodded. "I wouldn't want to go home smelling like sex. That leads to unwanted questions from parents. " She looked at me for a moment, shaking her head in amusement. "Very good thinking Billy. " She told me. "You know where it's at. " "Thanks. " I told her, picking up my clothes. I made it about ten steps towards her bedroom before her voice called me. I turned to look at her. She was standing up, her robe was flapping loosely, allowing me to see her breasts and her bush again. I felt my penis give a little twitch. "Maybe I should go with you. " She offered, smiling sexily. "Just to make sure you get nice and clean. " My dick took a bigger lurch. "By all means. " I answered.