2 comments/ 26412 views/ 0 favorites Eighteen and Never Been... By: magmaman Growing up on a huge farm in the middle of nowhere does not lead to much of a social life. Blessed with a Father that was as honest as it was possible to be instilled things in Cary. His Dad was a tall and lean man, hard as nails. His Mother was a round and pleasant woman who worked as hard keeping up the house and preparing meals as his Father worked outside. Add in that Sundays meant church without fail, and every other day of the week began at 5 in the morning and ended around 9 each night? Football, basketball, girls? That was not in the plan at all. Cary's two older brothers escaped early, one off to the Coast Guard fresh out of high school and the other to the Army. Of course they could have gone on to college but no way was Dad going to pay for it, so that meant go get a job. Cary had been an afterthought, much younger than his two brothers so even survival was one of the issues. Eddie was the worst until one day he did just one mean thing too many and there was a long drawn out scuffle in the front yard which was rather muddy at the time. Cary got marked up pretty good but so did Eddie, enough so that the picking on him stuff all ended. The teeth marks were the part that Eddie complained about the most. Mud mixed with blood didn't taste very good but Cary didn't care. Fed up with the constant bullshit from his older brother, Cary had also let his fingernails grow longer than normal. He was smaller and younger, no real match in strength for his bratty brother, but he made up for it in speed and meanness. He glanced down at them after, relishing in the fact that they were mixed with mud and blood also. His Dad sat on the porch smoking his pipe and watched. He never said a single word about it, just got out the hose and washed them both off before he would let them back into the house. Eddie whined about how cold the water was, Cary just gritted his teeth and took it. A year or so later Cary was barely fourteen when Eddie left for the Coast Guard. His oldest brother Sid was long since gone, just three days out of high school he boarded a train. A couple of times Cary mentioned that he could drop out of school and then have more time to work around the farm. His Dad never said anything about that much, the look on his face told what he thought of that idea. Just one time did he ever say anything, that was the last time it was mentioned. "Boy, you are going to get an education, we pay taxes around here so you can and by God you are going to!" That was pretty much the end of that idea. Cary stayed the Summer after finishing school, and he could tell his Father was now hoping he would stick around and help run the ranch. Cary had other plans by then, he had applied for and gotten a government loan to go on to State college. Straight A's and B's helped some with that, he even won a small scholarship. There was quite a discussion once he got up nerve to tell his folks. He saw that his Dad was unhappy about that but he became resigned to it. "Guess I can hire me a couple of them Mexicans to help out, it will be OK." He muttered, more or less to himself. His Mom was so tickled pink she made donuts from scratch to celebrate. With two of her sons in the military smack dab in the middle of a war, she was happy to have one son not to worry about. "You can maybe stay with your Uncle Ben and Aunt Ellen, I will give them a call and see, OK?" She said. Ben was his Mom's half brother, he was a truck driver in his middle forties, his wife Ellen was quite a bit younger, barely over 35. Uncle Ben walked with a pronounced limp, one day he was in their living room and sat down, taking off his right leg. That was somewhat of a shock to Cary. He wondered how Ben managed to drive that huge truck with a steel leg like that but he seemed to do just fine. Then he took off the other one, scratching the end of his stumps. Cary decided right then that if his Uncle Ben could do that, then with two good legs he could do anything himself. That all settled in at them asking for $200 a month for a bedroom and food, which was far better than Cary could manage anywhere else. Fall came and Cary stepped off the bus in the midsized college town of Eugene. +++ Cary quickly discovered that his Uncle Ben was gone nearly all the time, driving the big rigs all the way to the East coast and back. The second thing he discovered was the nearly solid string of men, and a few women that came to the door every single day. They were there about 90 minutes and then left. The phone also rang several times each day, Ellen answered and spoke so softly he really couldn't hear. The first couple of days he was too bashful to ask, then finally while Ellen was fixing some sandwiches one evening, he did. "Oh, I am a massage therapist, honey. I do that for the extra money. Didn't you know that?" She told him, setting down the plate of food. "Your Uncle Ben is only home two or three days then he is back on the road, so it keeps me busy and helps with the bills." She smiled at him, sitting down to eat. Cary had only seen his Aunt Ellen perhaps a dozen times in his life, and he had no idea. In fact, he did not even know what that was for sure, so he asked. "People get tired and sore, all stressed out so I do massages, you know, rubdowns? I have been doing them for nearly 10 years now and it's pretty good money." Cary wasn't quite sure why his Uncle Ben didn't get upset at the idea of her rubbing strange men but it was none of his business so he kept mostly to his room when her customers came by. He understood after just a couple of times that seeing a strapping young eighteen year old in the living room made some of Aunt Ellen's clients uncomfortable. So he did his best to make himself scarce, retreating to his bedroom to study. But he was curious. Ellen used the back bedroom, and since the bathroom was between his room and her massage room, he couldn't even hear anything. The customers would come in, Ellen led them down the hall. Soon he would hear the shower start for just a few minutes, then all became quiet. Later he would hear his Aunt in the bathroom, she always went in and scrubbed it until it was spotless. Even his Mom could not keep their bathroom at home like that, not with three sons on a farm. It smelled just like the dentist's office he had gone to once. Once when he was getting up to use the bathroom late one night, he saw the back door was slightly open so he peeked in. All there was in there was a long narrow table with some pillows and sheets, a table and a lamp, a chair and some charts hanging on the walls. Glancing around with curiosity, he noticed the windows faced the back yard. He had been in the back yard several times and just never thought about it. Those had heavy curtains that pulled down from a roller at the top, and there was a tiny gap of an inch or so at the bottom. Cary closed the door and went back to his room. +++ One Saturday evening he heard the phone ring and knew that meant the end of watching TV, it nearly always did. Ellen now asked him to go to his room when she had a customer. She hung up and came into the living room, so Cary started to get up. "You can go ahead and watch your program, honey. This is one of my regular lady clients, you won't bother her." She smiled. "OK." Cary was grateful for that, he was right in the middle of a cops and robbers show that was pretty good. At a knock on the door, Ellen opened it and she introduced him to a young woman. "This is Cynthia, she is also a therapist, we do trades a couple of times a month. We will be at least two hours tonight so go ahead and watch TV, you won't bother us." She smiled. Cary nodded and looked at the woman shyly, Cynthia was a very pretty young lady perhaps a couple of years older than he was. After some small talk, the two women went into the back. Cary sat there and finished his program, so it was about an hour later when he went down the hall to his room. Just as he got there, Cynthia stepped out of the bathroom. All she had on was a large bath towel wrapped around herself. "OH! Sorry!" Cary said, his face flaming. "No problem sweetie, I am just getting ready for my turn." Then she giggled slightly at his obvious shyness and went into the massage room. He got a glimpse of the bottom half of her bare behind, he stared at that until the door closed. Cary went into his own room and stretched out on the bed. He lay there for a few minutes, thinking. All he could see in his mind was Cynthia's bare fanny, he had seem a few pictures that the other boys brought to school but that was it up until this point. Excited, he couldn't help himself, he opened his blue jeans and masturbated furiously, using some tissues to clean up. He carefully pushed the messy tissues into the very bottom of his waste basket, pulling some other wadded up papers over top of that. Then he got up, went over to the window and opened it, sticking his head out. He still could not hear anything, so he climbed out the window and went closer. He could now hear soft voices, so he crept even closer. They were just talking, he carefully leaned over and peered though the inch high gap at the bottom of the curtain. Ellen had her back to him, Cynthia was lying face up on the table. Her lower body was covered by a sheet but her upper body was bare! Cary saw the very first set of real in the flesh breasts he had ever seen in his life. They were big, and rolled over to the side of her chest. Cynthia had her eyes closed, Ellen was working on her stomach, making large slow circles. Afraid of getting caught, Cary ran back to his window and climbed inside. His breath was coming in gasps and he realized he was completely erect. Afraid to go into the bathroom, he sat on the edge of his bed and again masturbated, using more tissue to wipe himself up. Then he went to bed, waking several times that night with the vision of Cynthia's breasts in his mind. He didn't say much at breakfast the next morning, Ellen noticed that. "You sure are quiet this morning, honey. Is everything all right?" "Yes, I just have some tests today." He lied. Ellen just nodded. The next night she had a man arrive right after dinner, Cary was in the kitchen helping out with the dishes when Ellen went to answer the door. The man glanced in at him when they went by but said nothing. He was a tall man, showing signs of his hair receding, wearing a business suit. "This is one of my regulars and it's for an hour and a half Cary, so it you want to go watch TV it's OK." Ellen told him. "I need to study anyway." Cary told her, she just nodded. About an hour later, Cary slipped out of his bedroom window and eased down the outside wall. Peeking in, once again Ellen had her back to the window. All he could see was the man's bare shoulders and his legs. She was doing long strokes from his midsection to his chest and shoulders. Then she stepped sideways, turned slightly and reached beside her for a small bottle of something. As she poured a lotion on her hands, Cary looked at the man again while she rubbed her hands briskly. The man was completely naked! That was a surprise. His penis was not large, but it was very erect. Unlike Cary's own, he had no foreskin. Cary knew about that from showers at school after gym class. Then Ellen turned back to the man and began rubbing his abdomen. When she stopped and walked down to the lower end of the table he again ran back to his room, afraid she might see him. Very late that night Cary crept down the hallway and opened the massage room door. It was pitch dark in there, listening carefully he heard nothing, so he switched on the light. It made a small clicking sound, he held his breath and listened but heard nothing from Aunt Ellen's room. Looking at the window, it was black. With the lights on it was impossible to see out at all. He shut off the light and carefully closed the door, sneaking back to his room. +++ Over the next few weeks, he saw at least a dozen men briefly, and two other women, both much older. Both of the women were draped, even their breasts covered, but none of the men were. Cary was being careful, only watching for a few seconds, then each time he ran back to his room. When Cynthia came again, Cary was excited about that. This time he watched nearly the entire massage, Ellen even rubbed her breasts, starting out in large circles that got smaller and smaller. He watched as Cynthia's nipples got very hard, then Ellen reached down and gripped each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled them gently. Cynthia's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, she looked like that hurt her. Once again Cary masturbated as soon as he got back to his room, watching that had excited him beyond belief. A few days later when he went down to watch, he found the curtain had been tugged down all the way. Several more times he tried to watch but it stayed tightly closed. His Uncle Ben came home for a couple of days like he did every ten days or so but he mostly ignored Cary who he spent a lot of time in his room studying. He did notice that when Ben was home, Aunt Ellen had no clients. Ben and Ellen spent a lot of time in the kitchen, just talking. His Mom and Dad never sat for hours like that, just talking. They hugged a lot, and even held hands like kids. One November day was Sunny and far warmer than normal, Cary was in the back yard when he noticed Ellen open the curtains all the way and push the window up. She saw Cary and smiled. "I will open yours too, honey. Let some air in, OK?" She called out. "OK." He answered. Later she same out wearing a white one piece bathing suit. That was different, up until now he had only seen her in jeans and sweaters, a couple of times in baggy T-shirts. She really did look very nice. "Wow, you are a fox, Aunt Ellen!" He complimented her with a grin. "Oh, you!" She said, but she beamed at that. They sat around and chatted about school and everything under the Sun. "So tell me, Cary? You are such a handsome young man and I never see any girl friends?" She asked him. "I am not very good at talking to girls, and besides school takes all my money and studying takes all my time." He told her. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." She grinned at him. They both laughed at that, Cary by now felt quite comfortable around her. "This is so nice, sitting out here in the Sun. I almost wish I didn't have to work this afternoon." She told him. "Oh, you have some clients?" He asked. "Yes, two of them. One is a regular, you have seen her. Martha? That is this afternoon, the other one is tonight." Cary had met Martha, she was around seventy and a nice old lady. He had even peeked in at her massage but all he saw was her arms and legs. "Well, I better go get ready." Ellen said. "OK. I will make myself scarce." "No need honey, they both know you live here. It's no problem." She got up and went inside. A few minutes later she closed the window and pulled down the curtain. Then after few seconds she readjusted it, leaving it up about two inches. Then she leaned down and looked out for just a moment. That appeared to be odd to Cary. Was it possible that she knew somehow? That wasn't very likely, he had seen the window from inside and it was just like a mirror. When Martha arrived, Cary went to his room and worked on his studies. Later, he was again helping Ellen clean up after dinner when her other customer arrived. It was the same man Cary had first seen the other time, he glanced over and nodded, then Ellen led him down the hall to her massage room. He was in his own room reading when he heard the shower start, he had noticed that a few of Aunt Ellen's clients did take showers and he really had not paid much attention to that. The man finished quickly, soon he heard the door open and close, then it was quiet. Cary got up and slipped out the window, once in the backyard he realized he now had a very good view so he could stand back a little bit with much less chance of being seen. The man was again nude, lying face down as Ellen worked on his back. He appeared to be enjoying her work very much. It wasn't very long before she had the man turn over, he was completely erect. Ellen went over to the opposite side of the table, so Cary stepped back even further. She showed no sign at all of seeing him though. Even from a distance of perhaps eight feet he had a clear view into the room. When Ellen stepped to the foot of the table and worked on the man's legs, he assumed she was about done so he started to turn to slip back into his room. Just then her hand came up and slid right over the man's groin, he opened his mouth and arched his hips. Csry stood there in surprise at that. It was one thing for the man to be naked, he could almost understand that but she had obviously touched him! Then she repeated the motion, getting the same reaction from the man. The man turned his head to her and said something, Aunt Ellen smiled, then reached up and shrugged off her top! She was suddenly bare breasted, just like that! Cary couldn't believe this, she was standing there stroking the man's erection with her bare breasts exposed. They were medium sized and she had large dark nipples, they were swaying and bouncing slightly as her hand went back and forth on her customer's cock. It wasn't very long before the man's back arched and he blasted off a load of semen all over his own chest. Ellen's hands kept up the furious pace, then slowed. She released him, said something to him. When she glanced up at the window Cary froze, but she showed no sign of seeing him. Picking up a towel, she wiped her hands and began to clean the man's body up. Shaken by what he had seen, Cary hurried back to his own room. That night he had the vision of Aunt Ellen's bare breasts in his mind when he ejaculated. For a short while after that Cary found himself being bashful around her and he wasn't sure why except he was thinking she might say something. She didn't though, everything seemed normal. +++ Uncle Ben came home, like always he paid little attention to him. Cary found himself wondering if Ben knew about some of the things Ellen did. But he had no way to find out, and he certainly was not about to mention that. Very soon, Ben was once again gone. The clients kept coming, Cary did not sneak down to spy on her for several days. Then when he was planning out his classes for the second semester, he spotted a class in massage therapy and it just happened to fit into an afternoon when he was free. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he signed up to take the class. That evening he mentioned it to Ellen. "Why, that is wonderful! I am sure you will love it, and even if you don't go on to make it a profession it still is a skill that you will use your whole life!" She told him. "I think so too, I only got interested because you seem to be doing pretty well with it. Maybe I can even make some money to help with school." Cary told her. "Yes, I make very good money and now I have so many regulars I don't even need to advertise much." She smiled at him at that. "Plus once you get a few lessons under your belt, you can practice on me, I love getting massages. We can even trade if you want." She added. Cary blushed furiously at that. "You will get over being bashful very quickly, honey." She grinned at him, causing him to blush even more. +++ Aunt Ellen was correct about that, the first few weeks of his massage class he felt uncomfortable about, especially having to undress to get on the table while one of the other students held up a sheet. Eighteen and Never Been... Cary could not help being overly modest, but then he noticed the other classmates becoming more careless about it. He saw brief glimpses of bare behinds, and even a few of the other girl's breasts. He did his very best to not stare, that was frowned upon. One day he was assigned to work on a young woman named Sandy, she had her top over her head before he even got the sheet up in front of his face, and her jeans were coming down just as he lifted it up, red faced. She caught the look on his face and giggled, then hopped onto the table face down. Cary put the drape over her and began the practice for the day, being very careful to not expose anything he was not supposed to. But he had seen both of her naked breasts and it was all he could think of. With his hands working on her legs, knowing she was completely naked underneath the thin sheet, he kept bashfully stopping at the back of her knees. "Hey, I don't bite!" Sandy turned her head to look at him. Jan, their instructor overheard that and came down to the table to watch for a bit. "Here, try this." She told him, stepping in and folding the sheet sideways. This uncovered Sandy's bare behind on one side completely, Jan used the tips of her fingers to tuck the drape in between her legs. "There, see? Now you can work the entire side of the body, up over the gluts and back while still protecting the client's modesty." She grinned at him. Then she was gone on to the next table to demonstrate for another classmate. Cary did his best, trying to keep himself from becoming erect with just a bit of success. In the process, he forgot to do the other side and time ran out, but Sandy rated him with a "B" grade anyway. At lunch he was sitting alone eating when Sandy came by. "Can I join you?" She asked. "Sure." He managed barely. He still became tongue tied instantly whenever he had to talk to one of the girls. It didn't help that instead of sitting on the other side she chose the seat right next to him. "So how do you like the classes?" She asked, taking a bite of a sandwich. "OK, I guess. It's harder than I thought it would be." "You just need to relax and let your hands flow, I won't bite." She said again, grinning. "I am trying, it's just that...." His voice trailed off. "Bashful, aren't you?" She smiled. "I..yea, a little I guess." "I spotted that when you were working on me. I feel like I need to walk sideways." She giggled, making a reference to him getting so engrossed in rubbing one side of her butt he never got to the other side. "I'm sorry, I am just learning." He managed, knowing just what she meant. "Hey, it still felt great and as far as being nervous, you will get over it." She laughed. Her laugh was like music, he glanced sideways at her. Sandy was really pretty and she seemed to be completely relaxed talking to him. Somehow it was easy to talk to her after that, so much so he was fifteen minutes late to his next math class. "So nice of you to bless us with your company!" The instructor called out loudly when he came in. Cary took a seat as the rest of the class tittered. +++ "So how are you doing with your school work?" Ellen asked him that evening over dinner. Cary told her he was doing pretty well, so far his grades were good. "And your massage classes?" She prompted. "OK, I guess. They don't really issue grades for that class, when we get enough hours we can qualify for taking the State tests." He said. "Yes, it was that way for me, I went to a specialty college instead of State. Anyway, what do you think? Are you going to go on and get a license?" Cary explained he wasn't sure of that, his plan was for building design, but he wasn't even sure of that. So far his classes were rather mixed without a plan for a major in mind, he was only into his second semester. "Well, hey? Want to do a practice tonight? I have the whole evening free." She smiled at him. "I guess so, if you want to." He wasn't real sure of that, so far he had only done four massages in class, the rest of the time was sitting there reading books and listening to Jan, the teacher talk about muscles. He was having one hell of a time remembering all the odd names. Ellen went into her massage room, Cary washed his hands a dozen times, stalling. When he knocked on the door she called out that she was ready. He was relieved to find her covered from her shoulders to her feet with a sheet. He found the oil, it was different than the stuff they used at school, it felt colder and far more slippery. "I use a double processed Almond oil, it's expensive but it never goes bad." She sounded like she had read his mind. Then he began to work her shoulders like he had been taught, she offered suggestions as he worked also. "Just pull the drape down to my waist, I am not bashful at all." She told him when he was trying to rub her back underneath the sheet. Emboldened by that, he did as she asked, then a few minutes later he folded it over like Jan had showed him in class, keeping part of it covering her behind. He hesitated for a moment, but Aunt Ellen showed no signs of protesting so he went to work stroking her sides the entire length of her body. "MMMMM! That feels delicious!" She mumbled, encouraging him. Cary could see the swelling of the sides of her breasts bulging out as she lay pressed against the table. The middle of her body was lighter in color than her legs and arms, he realized she must Sun herself some days when he was at school. Just as he was about to tug the drape back over her, she asked him to go ahead and do her gluts also. Cary reached out and carefully slid his hands up and over the soft curved flesh lightly. "A little firmer, please? I am not bashful, and I love this part." She let out a tiny giggle. Realizing that this was all right with her, he worked her fanny out carefully, then he tugged the drape back and stepped to the other side. Now he was far less cautious about it, and she purred her enjoyment of it. Cary finished up, then not quite knowing what to do he just stood there for a moment. "You can do my front too if you like." She told him, so he held the sheet up for her to turn over. She shuffled around to get comfortable, then lay back relaxed. "I know they tell you in school to not do the breasts but in the real world you will for some women." She smiled up at him. "Women love that part, you will find out." "OK, but we haven't.....?" "No problem, I will teach you." Ellen reached up and pulled the sheet down to her waist in one smooth motion. Once again Cary was faced with the startling view of Aunt Ellen's breasts. But this was completely different, before was a glimpse through the window, now they were right there in front of him and he was supposed to actually touch them? He took a deep breath and once again carefully started to stroke her, avoiding her nipples. He realized she was watching him through slitted eyes. "You have never done this before, have you honey?" She asked him. "No, not really." He admitted, his face flaming again. "Are you...a virgin?" She asked, looking directly at him. "I...uhhh." Was all he could manage. "OH, my! You are, aren't you? Lord, you are so good looking, I would think you would have had most of the girls in high school after you." She was now grinning. "I didn't...we lived on the farm, way out, so it was hard...." "Yes, I know. And I know about your Dad, too, honey. It's OK, there is nothing wrong with that." She lay back and closed her eyes. He finished rubbing her big breasts, doing little circles but still avoiding touching her nipples. Then he covered her chest with the drape, and moved down to work on her legs. That part was easier, he stopped halfway up her thighs and she didn't say anything more. "You can do my stomach too, please. Use big clockwise circles and...." Just then the phone rang in the other room. "Damn!" She sat up, clutching the sheet to herself, hopped off the table and went to answer it. Her entire back was naked with just the sheet held against her body. "That was one of my regulars, he will be here in 30 minutes so I have to give you a rain check." She grinned. Cary was being careful to not look at her, she now stood there with the sheet pulled around herself. "OK. Well, thanks for the lessons." He told her. She nodded, Cary went to his own room. In seconds he was masturbating furiously, thinking of the way Aunt Ellen's breasts had looked and felt. He had his hands right on them, and he had seen her big black nipples tighten up and get smaller and smaller. His fantasy shifted to Sandy, and he wondered if her breasts did the same thing. That was enough to set him off. When he heard the shower start, he put himself away and sat down to study. +++ Over the next two weeks he drew one of the other men for his practice partner at school so both were uneventful. He didn't mind working on the other guys that much but they also did nothing for him. Working on the women with their soft yet muscular bodies was lots more fun. Uncle Ben came home for a few days, again he was mostly just there and didn't talk much. A few times he and Sandy had a quick bite after class, he found her interesting and nice, easy to talk to. But she was also dating one of the guys on the basketball team, he had seen them holding hands and things like that so he figured she was just a friend. Everyone called the guy Smokey because he was rather dark complected. He did not seem to be African but it was obvious he had that heritage in there somewhere. Then Sandy came to the lunch room after class and she acted upset. When he asked her what was the matter she told him that Smokey had found out about them having lunch together and was angry. "Why? All we do is talk, we are just friends?" Cary said. "He is just acting jealous, I told him it was just friends but he ordered me to stop seeing you so I told him to go straight to hell." Her chin came up with a stubborn expression. "I'm sorry, I don't want to cause any troubles." Cary told her. "You aren't. He is! I will talk to whoever I want to." They sat and ate together, but it was quieter than usual. +++ Cary was beginning to feel like his life was getting far too complicated. His Aunt Ellen had changed a little bit, she was now far less careful about being fully dressed around the house, several times he had seen her in just a bra and panties, or her housecoat. Now he had that Smokey guy mad at him and he didn't want any fuss like that, but at the same time he liked Sandy and he liked talking to her. Then he had found a job working in a gas station, one class ended just 60 minutes before he had to be to work and it was three miles to the station so he had to run it five days each week. Now working evenings, he could no longer sneak down and peek in at Aunt Ellen so his life became a string of go to school, study, come home and dash off to work, then back home to sleep. Winter bled into Spring, all of the other kids were excited about Spring Break. Some were leaving but a lot of them were headed to the coast just a hundred miles away to party. "Where are you going for Spring Break?" Sandy asked him one day after class. She no longer was going out with that Smokey guy, instead she was dating an upper class man named Harris that Cary had met a couple of times. He seemed to be nice and not concerned about Cary at all. "The beach I guess. I don't have very much money, I can't afford to fly anywhere." "Cool! Me too. Hey, I have a cabin rented, it's only $110 a night and it has two beds. I was going to hook up with one of the other girls but since we are friends that would be neat." She smiled. "I have almost $500 saved up, I guess I could do that. But what will Harris think? I mean..." Cary felt himself blush thinking she might take that the wrong way. "Harris won't care, besides, he is flying to San Francisco." "OK then, I guess." "Cool! We will have fun!" She stood up, leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, then she was gone. Cary sat there with his head swimming at that. He had never been kissed before except by his Mom. +++ The beach was amazing, girls that he knew from school were up on makeshift stages wiggling around wearing nearly nothing, everyone was drunk and acting stupid. Cary saw lots of couples slip off into the darkness. He had lost track of Sandy very quickly after their arrival, she and three other young girls had taken off for somewhere. One tiny little dark haired girl named Mia had attached herself to Cary within a few minutes of him showing up at the bonfire the first night. That started out with him realizing she kept looking at him, then she was trying to get him to talk. Somehow they ended up sitting on a blanket watching the white waves from the Ocean roll in. Mia was so little, she couldn't be more than five tall, and her waist was so small he could easily encircle it with his hands. The black bikini she had on lay nearly flat on her chest. There was a cooler with beer that showed up from somewhere, he had no idea where. Mia was just there, Cary had been looking for Sandy the entire time with no sign of her. He had no tolerance for beer at all, and by the time he had several of them down he was feeling ill. Just then Sandy showed up. "There you are! What's going on?" She looked at the tiny little oriental girl, giving her a scathing look. "We are just talking. I am about to go crash, this beer is not sitting well with me." Cary told her. "OK. Let's go back to our room, it's nearly 2 in the morning." Mia got an unhappy look on her face, then she got up and left. "What's the deal with that girl?" Sandy asked "Nothing, we were just talking." "I'll bet! Were you planning on getting some?" She gave out a little giggle but her expression was still an irritated one. "No, I said we were just talking." Cary protested. "Uh huh. Well, come on." She took his hand and they started for the cabin. Cary threw up before they got to the cabin. The last thing he remembered was Sandy washing his face with a cool wet towel. He woke up, needing desperately to use the bathroom. The light was on in there, he could see it under the door. It was the only light in the room, he figured she had just left it on. He managed to get to his feet, went over and opened the door. "Hey!" Sandy yelled. She was sitting on the toilet completely nude, both hands were between her legs. He had seen her naked breasts, but only in class and fleeting glimpses, this time both of them were in plain sight. "Sorry!" Cary quickly shut the door. Then it hit him he was also stark naked. He retreated to the bed, and sat down. Feeling around on the floor, he found his briefs and tugged them on. He lay there, his head hurting, with an erection that would not go down. Then he heard the toilet flush, the light in the bathroom went out and he could barely see Sandy's outline as she made her way to her bed. "Your turn." She whispered. Cary got up and went in to use the bathroom. After taking a leak which was a serious struggle, he thought about doing something about his being now half hard, but was fearful she might hear him. Instead he washed his face with cold water, that helped. Feeling a lot better, he was barely back in the bed when he heard her whisper. "Cary?" "Yea." "Can I...come over there?" "What? Why?" Cary asked stupidly. "I was...you interrupted me. I thought maybe you would like to?..You know...I will do it back for you, OK?" "You mean...?" "Yes, silly! You have already seen me anyway." She giggled again softly. "OK." He told her. She slid out of her bed, he felt his bed shift with her weight as she climbed in beside him. "You can touch me anywhere you like, even...inside..but don't....you know. I mean, I am taking the pill but no one has ever..not really." She whispered. Then she reached out and slid her hand down his side. "Let's take these off." She said when her hands felt his briefs. Cary lifted up as she tugged at them, finally managing to get them clear of his legs. By then his hands were wandering over her breasts, Sandy sighed at that. "You won't tell anyone, OK?" She whispered as her fingers wrapped around his erection. "No, I won't." She began to fondle him, Cary's hands investigated her right back. He was hesitant at first but she was now acting very eager. Then she lay back, her head on the pillow. "Do me first, OK? Then I will do you back." Her voice was husky, he felt her open her legs. Reaching down, he touched her rubbery hairless lips. They were already slippery with moisture. After a few minutes of that, her hips began to lift up to match his stroking her. He was not sure of what to do, but she appeared to be liking it so he kept it up. "Put your finger in." She said. Cary reached down and carefully inserted his index finger. He didn't want to hurt her so he did it very slowly. By instinct he began to pump it in and out of her as her hips kept time to his efforts. "Curl your finger and lift up gently." She whispered. Cary lifted upwards, feeling the ridges inside her vagina. Still not sure, he stroked that gently. Her head tipped back and she tensed, Cary leaned forward and suckled one nipple into his mouth. Sandy began to thrash, letting out several low nonsensical moans. He had read a few stories, so when he leaned down and slid his tongue up and over her slit while working his finger inside her, that did it. Her hips came up firmly and held there as she shuddered. "Damn! That was a solid half minute long cum!" She told him. "Can I turn a light on?" Cary asked her. "OK." She said in a tiny voice. He reached over and switched on the lamp by the bed. She lay back fully naked, it was the first time he had seen her like that except for glimpses in class and earlier in the bathroom. Now he could look at her all he wanted to. Her nipples were hard little buttons, her stomach was flushed bright red. She watched as his eyes swept down to her pussy, for a second she instinctively started to close her legs, but then she opened them even wider. She sat up suddenly. "Your turn!" She pushed him back on the bed and reached down to grasp him. She spent several minutes in silence, her hands working his erection. "You never did anything like this before, have you?" She asked him. "No. Have you?" "Yea, a couple of times, but you are the first one I ever let put a finger actually inside. I have stuck my own in there a couple of times." She giggled. Then she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth, working him for a few seconds. "I never did this before, either." She said, then she went back to sucking on him. It was only a few seconds and Cary felt himself begin to orgasm. Sandy didn't stop until the spasms ended, then she jumped up and ran to the bathroom and spit it out. Her face was flushed when she came back out. "I didn't think about that part." She giggled, climbing back into bed with him and snuggling up. "That was fun." Cary told her, just as sleep began to come over him. "Uh huh." She said, already falling asleep herself. +++ The rest of their Spring Break vacation was spent mostly in the cabin. They learned each others bodies and how they worked to an intimacy that only married couples can know, but Sandy just would not go all the way. They only left the cabin to get something to eat, and once to go down to the beach to watch a band playing music. When they ran into Mia, as soon as Sandy saw her she reached out and took Cary's hand. Cary had had no interest in Mia, she was just someone to talk to the first night but he knew he would never forget her. She had made Sandy a bit jealous, so now in his mind Sandy was all his. Eighteen and Never Been... Far too soon it was time to head back. +++ The first day back at class he ran into Sandy in the halls and stopped to talk to her. She looked furtively around almost like she was embarrassed or something, he didn't quite understand that. Later, he saw her in the cafeteria, sitting with Harris. That made him very unhappy. As luck would have it, he drew Sandy for his work partner in massage class. She turned her back as he held up the drape, that was also different. Then during the session, he had to concentrate to keep from touching her more than was allowed. That was difficult, he had explored her body completely, he had even had his finger completely up her anus and licked her pussy until he got so he could make her squeal. Every instinct in his body wanted to roll her over and stick his tongue up inside of her but he could not, not in class. A couple of times he asked her to join him for lunch but she declined. Cary did not understand that at all. Finally after a full week and a half like that, he cornered her in the hallway. He asked her what was the matter. "Nothing, Cary. Nothing at all." She told him. "Then why? Why do you avoid me?" "Cary, that was Spring Break. That is all it was, we had fun. But this is the real world and I have plans. It's just the way things are, OK?" +++ That evening over dinner he told his Aunt Ellen that he would never understand women. She laughed, telling him she heard that one a lot. Then she wanted to know what was going on, so he told her. "I see. So you learned some things about sex with that Sandy girl but she doesn't want it to be a full time thing between you, right?" "That's what it seems like." Cary answered. "One thing about women, when one loves you they will live with you underneath a bush." She smiled. Cary didn't answer. "The ones that insist on the material things don't care about you, they care about what you can do for them. So just like down there with Sandy, she cared about what you could give her, in this case it was pleasure. She could do that because there was little chance of anyone finding out. So no matter how much you like her, she is the wrong woman for you." "I guess so. I just never...felt anything like that in my life and..." Cary answered, still not completely convinced. He had been thinking he was in love with Sandy. Aunt Ellen reached out and patted his hand. Cary thanked her and went to his room to study. He had just gone to bed when she knocked quietly on the door. "Are you awake, honey? May I come in?" "Yes." Ellen came in, she had on her robe. She sat on the edge of his bed, looked at him. "There is a difference between sex and love, honey. What you experienced was sex and you want more of it, of course. Please let me show you, there are things I know and I am very good at." With that she slid her hand beneath the covers, began to rub his chest. "Besides, I owe you a massage anyway." She reached out and pulled the covers down. Cary felt his face flame but he didn't try to stop her. "Let's get those off of you." She reached for the waistband of his briefs. It flashed into his mind that Sandy had done almost exactly the same thing. Ellen stripped Cary naked, smiling when she saw he was fully erect. "Roll over, honey." She told him. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and began to rub his body. It only took a few seconds for Cary to realize that this was different. The touch of his classmates was just that, touch. Ellen's hands and fingers flowed with the flesh of his body almost like they were a part of him. He was not surprised when her fingers drifted fully into the cleft of his buttocks, that seemed to be expected, normal. Her soft fingers stroked up and over his testicles, causing him to expand to his full length. It seemed like hours before her soft voice asked him to turn over again. Keeping his eyes closed, he did as she asked, then her hands began again. He was drifting in a state he had never known before, and he wanted it to never end. He felt her hand slide around his erection, the other hand cupping the head of it. His testicles snugged up, she kept him right at the edge of ejaculation, not allowing him to go further somehow. Then he felt her weight shift as she straddled him. Cary opened his eyes, Aunt Ellen was naked. Her vagina was covered with soft brown hairs, it was open and looked swollen. He watched in fascination as she dropped down, engulfing him. His climax came fairly swiftly, it was not something he could control, she simply forced him to. Then moments later, he felt himself build again to a shattering orgasm that left his body helpless in it's throes. Later, Ellen sat still nude on the edge of his bed. Her right hand was making soft circles on his stomach. "That is sex, Honey. That is what it is like. When you find the one you love, it can often be like that but the love is more important." She told him. "I don't understand, what about Uncle Ben?" Cary suddenly felt guilty. "Honey, your Uncle Ben was wounded in the war, that happened before I even met him. He has no testicles." "Oh." "I love that man and enjoy our time together, and we came to an agreement years ago. But I very seldom allow anyone to have sex with me, those few I do not allow to pay me. Some I serve, with my hands though. Does that make you think badly of me?" She asked. "No, not all all." Ellen smiled and got up, at the door she turned back. "I know you have watched. It's OK. I also talked to Cynthia, I mentioned that you could use some woman to practice on. She is quite excited at the idea." Ellen grinned and left the room. Cary lay there with his mind in a whirl. He thought about Sandy, how that had been. That was nice, but now he really didn't care. He sat up on the edge of his bed, he was again fully erect. Not bothering to put anything at all on, he walked down the hallway to his Aunt Ellen's bedroom, knocked on the door. She answered, wearing a shorty nightgown. She looked at Cary, then looked down. Then she laughed. "Come on in." She said, holding the door open. +++ Summer came and went, Cary was standing at a counter filling out his class requests for the next semester when someone poked him in the back. He looked around, there stood Mia. Dressed in tan slacks and a white blouse open at the throat, she looked really nice. "Hi. I remember you, we talked a long time at Spring Break." She smiled. "Yes, I remember. What are you doing here?" He asked. "I am going to school here this year. Maybe we will see each other around campus?" "I am sure we will. Hey, I am about done here, want to go get some coffee?" He asked her. Cary now brimmed with confidence. "I would like that very much." She smiled up at him. They headed down the hall to the little cafeteria, chatting away like they had known each other forever. Cary knew his world would be different from now on.