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You should read chapters 1 and 2 before proceeding things will make more sense.

Monday back in school I noticed how differently I was feeling. Part of it was distraction thinking of what Rose and I had been doing and the fact that Harland would return on Tuesday but mostly I simply felt out of place.

The other boys at school suddenly seemed like inexperienced rubes. Our conversations between classes and during gym were beneath me. Even Ed appeared to me more like some dumb kid brother than my best friend surely not my equal.

And the girls! The ones I used to get all hot and bothered over couldn t shine the shoes of my Rose I knew. Sure their bodies looked good especially the ones who wore their uniform skirts higher up the leg than others but these former goddesses were now so uninteresting. How could I have ever felt intimidated by the idea of asking one out on a date? Me the boy (man?) who had showered with a fully formed desirable woman had felt her body in almost every way a man could had enjoyed orgasms with her?

Such a boy could care less about going to the drive-in with some shallow young female after that even if he had access to a car.

It hit me that I might have fallen in love with Rose. But how could that be so? Rose was older knew so much more than me. She was involved with a real man one who ran a construction crew of god knows how many workers. Rose was so experienced at sex she took in stride everything all the positions that to me amounted to heart-stopping fantasies with barely a hint of wonder.

I stood next to her as a lowly student would stand next to Socrates. Certainly I couldn t love someone so far above me so detached. And there was no doubt that such a person could never love me.

So it must be infatuation I reasoned. I d read about that of course — English Lit was full of prime examples. Also it was common knowledge that plenty of schoolgirls thought they were in love with their male teachers so why not a misplaced emotion on my part toward Rose? I pushed such nonsense away.

Ed had the new Playboy in his gym locker cribbed from his dad s bureau. Normally I d have killed to get a look at it but that day I shrugged at his suggestion that we check it out in the locker room during our next free period when Coach and his assistant had study hall monitoring assignments.

Maybe I was too distracted thinking about ways I could sneak out of the house tonight and visit Rose again one more time before Tuesday. Maybe I was tired of magazines that didn t show it all. Or perhaps I suddenly realized that if Ed and I didn t have some Stag or Adam or Men Only to check out or some fantasy to share about what we d like to do with girls then maybe we had no other common interests.

Anyway we ended up checking out the magazine after all but it was in the back of the bus on the way home after school. This was no mean feat by the way ogling nekkid wimmen pictures on the Eagle Eye bus.

Eagle Eye Warren (I ve forgotten his given name) was a veteran hunched-over driver who had seen it all and was especially suspicious of any clutch of whispering and grinning boys huddled in the back of his transport. He had a huge rear view mirror I swear it seemed twice the size of other bus mirrors and little escaped his probing eyes. It wasn t easy keeping him from pulling over and making a big deal investigation out of everything.

So Ed and I sat in the middle right instead of the back this time. It was Ed s idea. Even though there were girls and some boys younger than us right nearby kids who could see what we were doing Ed apparently reasoned that Warren would pay little heed to anything such children might say if they indeed dared to utter a word. The bus driver would be looking for seniors in the back misbehaving Ed believed and he was correct.

Ed unfurled the centerfold proudly to share with me practically daring anyone looking over our shoulders to rat us out. She was a comely blonde with shoulder-length curls I remember. Not the centerfold model but the girl behind me to the right who sucked in her breath as the heavy-breasted Playboy model bared all (except for the parts I wanted to see most). I think her name may have been Linda. I could hear her unnatural breathing right next to my ear.

At the time I figured she was thinking what pigs boys are but looking back now I wonder if it wasn t merely the times in which we lived with the sexual taboo of seeing nudity in public with mixed company causing a short sharp bit of arousal. Are you out there young lady? Please answer for yourself.

This was Ed s big daring moment. He was aiming for immortality in the school s folklore as The Boy Who Opened a Playboy on the School Bus. This gesture was no doubt meant to impress me the friend he must have realized was drifting away from him. None of that went through my mind at the time naturally with my being not so introspective as I find myself today instead here s what I was finding of interest right then: that the shapely full breasts of the pictorial model with their lovely pink perky nipples and their finely-lined delineation of aureolae along with the novel highly- sexualized situation I was in on that bus were not seeming to me the least bit arousing or even particularly dangerous.

All I knew as I pedaled my way at 11 PM that night toward the house where Rose lived was: it was time for me to go all the way. Behind me were my parents who might discover that I had sneaked out of the house without a word. I could only hope that at least one of them would understand I was eighteen and an individual not someone related to Wally Cleaver. Before me was a full-blooded woman who might care only for me in an abstract instructional mentor way of thinking but at the same time had definitely responded to me sexually.

Would we fuck tonight? Should we? Would she even let me in? Could I kiss her? Would I have to wear a condom?

That brought me up short. I actually stopped the bike and flushed with embarrassment in the warm evening air mortified that I hadn t even thought to acquire a rubber. In a flash I went over the possibilities of finding such an item this late at night and quickly ruled it out. If Harland wasn t accustomed to stashing any in the nightstand drawer that might be that.

It s either a testament to the power of Desire or to the protective properties of Denial that I continued on my way. I pushed from my mind the ideas that Rose might find a late-night visit objectionable might not be in the mood to be clumsily pawed by a skinny adolescent or may have any objections to completing my education. In their place were my pure inexperienced imaginings of what her warm cunt might feel like wrapped around my cock.

It wasn t easy knocking on that back door quietly. The outer door was metal and glass so it rattled like a bastard. I kept expecting lights to come on and snarling dogs to attack attached to long leashes held by fat tobacco-spewing sheriff s deputies. That s what I deserved for seeing The Defiant Ones on TV recently. I knocked and rapped and rattled for what seemed like an eternity.

The light that came on blinded me for a good while long enough that I was inside before my eyes could adjust enough to see her. The long pale blue robe encased her completely almost up to her neck so all I could study was her sleepy face. It was a nice pretty friendly face a relaxed expression that gave me quite a bit of relief. Framed by her mussed-up hair her expression made it clear I had summoned her out of bed.

She gave me a vague smile. Coffee?

Without batting an eye as though I drank it every day I replied Black.

While she busied herself with the percolator and all its little accessories in the kitchen I stood around wondering what to say. Many different ways to tell her why I was here passed through my mind. It s time we made love Rose . I can t stop thinking about you and I want us to go to bed. Rose I don t know how to say this but I think I love-

You take sugar?

Sure. Two. That was how my dad ordered it at the Howard Johnson s.

I felt caught between two worlds. One was physical the other emotional. Was it that delicate combination that we call love ? Did it wear off? Was that why (as my not-often-sober Uncle Ralph used to advise) love never lasts ?

We sipped our coffees in silence after setting them up with cream (her) and sugar (me) gazing over our cups at each other in the well-lit kitchen. I hated the taste and it wasn t nearly hot enough but I didn t care at all. As long as it wasn t cyanide it was just fine. Rose s eyes betrayed little as usual. I couldn t help but feel I was supposed to explain what I was doing at her place shortly before midnight on a school night no less. I wanted to be bold and manly about it but what could I say that wouldn t sound ridiculous? All the phrases that summoned themselves seemed to come from old movies.

Danny we won t be able to stay like this forever you know. Harland and I are planning marriage. I hope you can understand that this is only for a short time.

I didn t expect to be emotionally hurt by this but I was. Young egos aren t ready for adult realities. Looking back I m happy I didn t say anything stupid to her right then.

Yeah. Do you….love him?

She paled at that. It s not your business. Really it isn t. She didn t sound cross. More like she d anticipated that tedious question and I had just lived down to her expectation. She got up and started rummaging through a cupboard making more noise than needed.

I m sorry. I was just curious. I mean you and me doing stuff and all.

It s not the same Danny.

I couldn t stop myself from getting up and going to hold her. It was instinctual. She felt good but tight and nervous as I hugged her from behind and breathed in her scent. Her hands continued to dig through the cupboards. I noticed I had the same semi-erection I d been sporting since getting on the bicycle and that it was now pressed into her left buttock just above her thigh.

I know I m just a kid Rose I whispered into her neck. I never imagined anything like you is all.

Rose sighed and some of the tension seemed to leave her body. She stopped rummaging through the cupboard and drew away from me to give herself space. She seemed to hunch inward and then abruptly drew herself erect before turning to face me. Her expansive eyes searched mine. I knew then that I had revealed too much of my feelings.

Danny I ll be happy to accommodate you this evening Rose said in a studiously even voice. The word accommodate came out sounding like an unnatural term but the rest was forceful and strong. It can t be anything regular. You need to find someone who can be what you want her to be.

Here was that feeling of being caught between two existences again. Part of me was delighted that I had just been given permission to have my way with Rose tonight but the rest of me was already feeling the loss of anything more anything to give my emotions a shore on which to anchor. Sorry for the corniness but it was very much like that.

Add to that her phrase can t be anything regular and I was a mass of insecurities all over again. I looked at her and saw that now would not be the time to probe for details. I flashed on a future in which I might occasionally have sex with Rose while she carried on a true relationship with Harland and my spirit recoiled.

Maybe that s why I suddenly found myself needing to vent an unformed anger in the form of aggression. Perhaps that was why I moved forward to pull her to me and force her to kiss me a ritual she had sworn to save for him. Her lips were passive as I pressed mine into them and tried to slide my tongue into her mouth and at the same time clasp my arms around her back and grind my hips into her as we stood there in her modest kitchen.

I would show her what she would be missing. Heck she d be missing the very things she had brought out in me things I hadn t even know I d possessed before knowing her. How dare she toy with me like that? Didn t she know there d never be a better lover for her than yours truly?

Here feel my cock as it presses into you you made it like it is. There my fingers are all over the tips of your breasts squeezing your nipples through your robe: feel them respond just like they should to a man who can really make you feel!

Then suddenly I had vented it all and now pulled away from her in shame. It was only a few moments of aggressive frustration but Rose should never have had to put up with it. After all hadn t she shown me only pleasure and understanding things I would now be pursuing for much of the rest of my life?

I stood stooped with my head bowed and saw tears I did not feel dropping to the kitchen floor. I heard a cry in my throat that I wasn t aware of making. And then the feeling passed like a wave of nausea and I looked back at her with apprehension. It was with relief that I beheld an expression of understanding instead of pity. I couldn t have abided pity.

I don t remember how we got to the guest bedroom upstairs but the next thing I recall was Rose pulling back the covers and then her robe revealing herself only in panties as she slid into the bed and waited for me to strip off my clothes. I felt a little self-conscious at my own scrawny appearance but managed just the same to doff my duds. She looked heavenly in the bed the covers pulled back like that and only a dim part of me wondered at all about contraception.

As I clambered onto the bed before I could simply jump on her like some overeager ham in a stag film Rose snagged me by my erect prick with her firm hand dragging me by my member up to my knees to rest close by her pillow-supported head. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to feel the warm wetness of her lips and tongue enveloping me and her hands alternating stroking my length and kneading my balls as she fed me into her mouth.

I recall marveling at all the time I had wasted manipulating myself to arousal and orgasm. I looked down at those beautiful pink-capped tits and the sight of this woman sucking my cock and feeling my prick and balls with her hands blissfully aware that such things could never be happening in my life. A tinge of sadness that it would all soon be over touched me but the sheer pleasure of feeling her tongue probe my piss hole was enough at least for the moment to erase such melancholy.

My hands reached down to feel her robust breasts and to caress the vee of her panties causing Rose to open her legs. She was like my living plaything the best instructional toy a boy could probe. As if seeming to show she had the same mixed feelings about our relationship as I Rose moved with relaxed abandon to my touches with me understanding that she was assuring me of the effect I had upon her. Her legs spread wide and she pressed back at my fingers as I stroked at the top of her cunt with the fingers of my left hand through her panties.

My right hand played over the soft cushiness of her fabulous tits tweaking those responsive nipples until her pushing back became a steady grinding. As always her scent filled the air. Oh yes she breathed to me taking a momentary break from laving my erect penis feel my pussy Danny. Feel it with your cock in my mouth.

Which had me groaning as you can understand. All in all perhaps the one thing I ll take to my grave about Rose is that certain way she had a timing of sorts in her uttering of dirty words. Nowadays it s nothing to hear a woman say something lewd and ostensibly arousing but the days of using profanity in an artful manner may be lost forever. Imagine me a young man of 18 in that period of time experiencing full oral excitement at the hands of a passionate woman and then hearing her say the words above. Just imagine.

I want to fuck you Rose. How I managed to get that out of my mouth in an articulate fashion escapes me under those circumstances. I fully expected to hear her tell me that fucking was out of bounds with no mind to how expertly I was now strumming her clit and working hard to use what I had learned about her body how nicely my fingers were utilizing the material of her panties to rub snugly into her moist opening. I looked down at her expectantly as her tongue ran over the glans of my dick fearing that the pleasure she was giving me would at any moment defer any possibility of us fucking anyway until sometime later.

Her response was as unexpected as anything else about our relationship: Rose abruptly climaxed against my fingers.

It was a small cum with almost no sound from her at all but I recognized it nonetheless seeing her eyes seem to go all white as they rolled up into her head and her hips twitch against my hand. This was quite a surprise to me as was the immense amount of wetness I could suddenly feel drenching the front of her panties. I had no idea a woman could climax so quickly it wasn t what they said in the books at all. A few short bucks against my hand and Rose was over it her oral and manual efforts on my penis suddenly picking up speed as her orgasm faded.

I was in awe to put it mildly. The room positively stank of her sex juices and it was the nicest odor I ll ever recall. My cock sang with pleasure as her tongue lips and hands milked me.

Put it in me Danny Rose whispered in a barely recognizable voice as she pushed my genitals away from her face and busied herself with ripping off those soaked panties. She treated her underwear like her mortal enemy as she raised her legs to peel them off. I looked down in delight at the emerging swollen sight of her cunt fearing that I hadn t heard her correctly just now.

Glistening with arousal the split of Rose s pussy showed a deep coral color with hints of dark pink and red as she succeeded in stripping off her panties or at least with getting them off one of her legs. The puffy thick pair of outer lips looked like the underside of a tongue. Despite her being far from clean-shaven I could see her clitoris standing out from under its fleshy hood at the top of her pussy like a pearl of desire behaving like a point that would explode in gushing liquid at the merest touch. My mouth actually watered but my cock was already moving into position as her legs opened to draw me in. I can almost see that gawky kid instinctively moving on that bed toward his prize.

Due to Rose s wetness the sliding in was almost effortless as was the matching up of her clit with my pubic bone. I watched every moment of it breathless as my swollen knob pushed forward into her body to be followed by the rest of me. I don t remember where my hands were at that moment.

I knew without instruction that the pushing of my lower hardness into the apex of her softness was the key to the whole thing. I swear it was like a choir in my head. I could feel every inch of my cock moving within her warmth as it snuggled in to meet its natural home. My balls rubbed up against the lower folds of her pussy and against the sheet just above the crack of her ass. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure.

What I hadn t expected was the feel of her supple legs wrapping around my back and ass. I barely had a moment to register the excruciating pleasure of Rose s hot moist cunt channel hugging my rampant erection before her legs and hips began an urgent pulling movement.

I fell forward on her and her mouth met mine. Thank god there was no more of the resistance to kissing instantly my mouth was invaded and urgently worked upon like it was a substitute for my cock. I instinctively thrust my tongue tip between her lips and was rewarded with an aggressive chewing licking and biting as her hands joined in by wrapping themselves around my shoulders. Her nipples positively burned into my chest every time our bodies met.
I felt the orgasm urge fill me more emotionally than sexually. This was truly a joining of feelings I believed. I suddenly recalled being saved at a Pentecostal ritual back when I was eight years of age and being disappointed at the time that I didn t seem to be moved by the same Spirit that some of the other boys looked to be acting out. That disappointment lasted in me for years but here and now it was reaching its long-delayed fulfillment.

Still and all I staved off the physical aspect of this orgasmic urge with all my might as I began to fully thrust in and out of Rose s silky velvety and oh-so-moist channel.

For her part Rose began a relaxed purring sort of sound in time to our thrusting. Cleared of her initial orgasm her gentle eyes locked on mine as we continued to tongue each other and merge our tender parts in unison below. Looking back and knowing that at that moment I felt a pure love for her I ve no idea why I simply didn t explode within her cunt and die of utter fantastic pleasure on the spot.

My endurance surprised me and perhaps her as well. As I rode Rose and sucked at her tongue I felt short continuous spasms from her that led me to suspect she was having small orgasms. Part of the telltale was the digging-in of her heels to my ass and the continuing wider opening of her legs. It was like she wanted to swallow me with her liquid cunt willing my cock into the suppleness of her pussy walls until my entire lower body would be engulfed within her.

Whether it was a minute or five I couldn t tell you but when I started ejaculating into her sweet body it was unlike any climax I d ever reached. There seemed to be no leading-up to the moment for one thing. Just a continuous electric feeling of pleasure that arrived without warning. In that sense it wasn t a climax at all but instead felt like I had been coming in her ever since my dick passed her threshold only now it had become more intense. The other thing that was new was feeling my balls actually twitch as my cum shot into her in fact kind of throb against her mushy outer lips.

And lastly it was unlike any other because Rose was feeling me jerk inside her. I could tell because she actually used her hands to push my face away from our passionate kissing activity holding me away from her to study my eyes. The expression on her face looked urgent and needful. My vision was slightly obscured due to the colored points of light that danced in the air in front of me as I poured my sperm into her cunt but I remember she looked mysteriously vulnerable.

When I had no more and my cock started to soften I finally stopped moving inside her delicious depths and allowed myself to collapse against her. We lay like that for awhile me with my face in the hollow of her neck feeling her inner walls recede from my senses as my prick grew smaller aware of her breath on my shoulder and her hand on my back. The strong feeling of well-being that overcame me always after orgasm managed to hold off any other thoughts but soon enough I had to deal with my mind s many questions surrounding the fact that Rose and I had just allowed us to fuck without using protection.

One reason I couldn t forestall thinking about it was the moment of my withdrawal from her comforting vagina which was accompanied by a copious amount of rapidly cooling fluids. This being a new experience for me I had to fight an urge to jump up and clean us both up as I would certainly have if I d got any on me when flying solo. Instead I rose up a bit so I could look down our bodies and see the glistening matted pubic hair on both of us. Then I raised my eyes to look into hers.

She must have seen the questions in mine for she said My eggs won t cling to my uterus walls. They just fall off after a few days. I can t get pregnant. This she said very flatly like trying to keep herself uninvolved. I suppose I should have felt flattered that Rose expected me to understand about eggs and uterine matters which I did so she hadn t predicated her statements with any beginners information. It s not like they taught boys the inner workings of female plumbing back then in school I assure you but I was a reader.

Does Harland know? Although I can t to this day figure out why I should give a rat s ass about that subject that s what I asked her.

No. I haven t told him. Rose didn t look particularly concerned about what I thought about her answer either. Me I was dealing with the immense relief that I wasn t going to be a teenage daddy but at the same time feeling some sort of weird disappointment and trying to show neither feeling to her by expression or tone of voice.

Before I could speak again Rose sat slowly up and quietly suggested we take a shower which took my mind off things for a moment or two. We dragged the bedding with us and left it on the hall floor. In the bathroom I hugged her close to me while we ran the water until it got hot.

Our shower this time was gentler and more concerned with cleaning than with teasing but I still enjoyed touching her everywhere and feeling her soap up my cock and balls. We kissed frequently under the spray and I discovered that mouths can be erogenous zones just like other parts of the body but at the same time convey deeper subtler feelings. Rose welcomed my rubbing between her legs while we did that and achieved yet another climax when I slowly caressed her sensitive still-swollen clit just the right way.

For once my cock was sated and didn t rise to the occasion again that night. We spoke not at all until our bodies had been dried and my clothes put back on. I was at peace despite my sadness. We both knew I wouldn t be seeing Rose again not like this. She walked me to the back door without putting on a stitch and stood there and kissed me softly in the doorway under the light fixture for all the world to see if they were still up and about as she allowed my fingers to play all over her body one last time. I couldn t help myself and went ahead and indulged the urge to revisit her most intimate areas raising my fingertips to my nose to inhale her as we broke the kiss.

Goodbye Danny she said as I turned to walk to my bicycle. I nodded in response and rode slowly away down her driveway thinking that now she d be moving toward that washer to pour detergent on the evidence of our time together the time I d lost my virginity in every way possible.