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The Paper Route Ch. 01

By: demaizefield



Tim woke up when his alarm clock started ringing in it's annoying way. He groaned loudly, cursing himself for smoking too much weed the night before. Moderation was definitely not his strong point, and that was the truth. 

He had assumed that college would be different. His schedule would be his to set and when not in school, he could party all he wanted. Unfortunately, he was right, it was different. Especially when you were 21, still hadn't declared a major and lived under your parents roof. Things became different all right, when they cut the funds off. 

The den was filled with stacked newspapers as Tim struggled to roll them all up and stick them into their plastic sleeves. His parents had all but forced him to get a job and the only thing he could find was delivering newspapers at the crack of dawn. Usually it wasn't so bad, but apparently the newspaper company wasn't able to get the papers rolled and inserted into the sleeves before dropping them at his door. Now, he was running late as he struggled to get them stuffed as quickly as possible.

Just as he finished stuffing the last paper, he heard the clock in the living room chime at 5:30 am. He was now 30 minutes behind his scheduled route and it was tough enough getting it done normally, today it was going to be all but impossible. Grabbing everything up, he hurried out the door and shoved all the papers into his passenger seat.

Tim checked his watch as he rolled out of the driveway. It was 5:35 am and that meant he had 25 minutes to do what he usually did in an hour. He stepped on the gas, peeling out on the wet road and not caring if he woke up the rest of the neighborhood. He had a job to do.

Red lights and stop signs were nothing more than an annoyance as he tore through the neighborhoods as fast as he could. He stopped at each house, quickly tossing the paper into their drive before racing on to his next destination. Everywhere he went someone was yelling at him, shouting obscenities, or giving him rude gestures due to his fast driving and reckless nature.

Halfway through the route, he checked his watch again. It was 5:50 am and he only had 10 minutes left to do the rest of the route. He fortified his will, checked his rearview mirrors for any sign of cop cars and slammed down on the gas pedal.

Tim literally flew through all the neighborhoods, swerving around cars leaving for the day and ignoring the blaring horns as he cut through side streets and ran red lights. If a cop had been around, he was almost certain he would have lost his license indefinitely, but a job is a job. His father was always telling him that he never followed through with anything, this time Tim was proud to say his father was wrong.

He glanced over at his passenger seat and happily noted that there were only two papers left to be delivered. Tim quickly pulled up to the second to the last house and tossed the paper at old Mr. Grimly. He laughed out loud when the paper hit the old man square in the crotch, he hadn't intended to hit the man, but he had to admit the result was funny. As he pulled off, he heard Mr. Grimly shouting about "young whippersnappers."

Tim slowed down as he pulled down the last road on his route and he looked at his watch... 6:00 am. Now that was something to be proud of. He had accomplished an hour long paper route in 25 minutes. It was a personal record, but one that he hoped never to have to do again. He made a mental note to start getting up earlier in the morning, so he wasn't so pressed to make it to the last house by 6:00 am.

He pulled up to the last house at the back of the long private road, shut off the engine and rolled to a quiet stop. Opening the door, he quietly shut it behind him and leaving the paper in the driveway, he slowly walked into the surrounding tree line. He checked his watch again, it was now 6:03 am and he smiled because he was just in time.

Tim knelt behind the bushes about 25 feet from the corner of the house and waited patiently. At exactly 6:05 am, the blinds to the master bedroom opened up. From his vantage point on the small rise, he could see directly into the room. There stood the woman of his dreams, following the same routine she had every morning since he first started delivering her paper.

He had happened upon her by accident one morning when he decided to take a piss before heading off after delivering the last paper. Since that fateful day, he made certain he was here and in place every morning at 6:00 am. He guessed you could call it "workers incentive", whatever it was... he wasn't going to miss it if he could help it.

She stepped back from the window and Tim could see the nightgown she was wearing. It was a new one and that excited him, he always liked it when she got something new to wear. This one was light and "see through", even from this distance he could make out her soft breasts underneath the soft sheer cloth. He didn't know what excited him more, seeing her in this semi-nude state or completely naked. Regardless, the result was the same as he felt his cock beginning to stiffen in his shorts.

The woman in the window reached up and pulled the sheer nightgown over her head, revealing her luscious full breasts and thick waist. Tim was always attracted to girls that had "more cushion for the pushin'" and this was definitely one of those women. "Who needed a skinny chick, when you can wrap yourself in all that wonderful womanly flesh?" he thought silently to himself.

As her soft breasts came into view, he began to unsnap his shorts. By the time her nightgown was off, he had his shorts and underwear down to his knees. He watched as her full breasts swayed from side-to-side as she stretched, her dark areolas against her white skin were like targets for his fantasies. What he wouldn't give to have his face buried between those beautiful, full mounds of flesh. The very thought of it caused his cock to stiffen even more and his hand quickly sought his shaft, eager to relieve himself of the pressure.

She stepped further into the room, and pushed her panties down to the floor. Tim was delighted to note that she trimmed her bush, and instead of being a full mound of hair it was now neatly trimmed into a small strip. Her wide hips and soft thighs framed her sweet pussy perfectly. When she bent over to pick up her clothes, Tim began to stroke his cock faster and harder as he pussy lips and asshole came into full view. He knew he only had a little while longer before the show would end.

Tim kept his eyes focused on the woman in the window, watching her go through her morning routine in the nude. Her soft curves and sweet pussy were a delight to his eyes. Who cared if she was twice his age, she was a goddess to his young eyes. Tim felt the overwhelming urge to cum building deep in his balls as he continued to stroke himself hard and fast. He got another eyeful of her sweet pussy lips, as she bent over to retrieve something from a drawer.

That was all it took, as he grunted silently and held onto his shaft by the base. He felt the cum rushing up from his balls as his cock began to twitch and then spew his cum into the air. The fluid shot out his cockhead in large jets, arcing in the air and landing all over the bush. It was a fantastic, ball draining release that left him weak in the knees. He outwardly shivered as the orgasm reached the plateau, and his spurts of cum began to subside. He slowly milked the remaining fluids into a paper towel he had brought with him. As the last drop was squeezed from his shaft, he watched the woman slip into the master bathroom.

He quickly straightened himself and quietly made his way back to his car. As he rolled down the road slowly, he smiled, reminding himself to thank his parent's for making him get a job as a paperboy. His father was right; it did promote a sense of responsibility and a feeling of fulfillment when the job was done.

The Paper Route Ch. 02



I was once again trying to fix my little sister's bike. She was really hard on it. Either that or the bike was getting so old and fragile it fell apart if you looked at it wrong. This time I'd managed to partially strip the threads on the bolt for the clamp that held the seat in place at the right height. Part of the problem of course was that she was having a growth spurt that summer so the seat had to be raised every couple of weeks. Or so it seemed.

I pawed through the trays of old bike parts in the garage, looking for either a new clamp or a new bolt for the clamp already on her bike. Larry showed up about the time I found a grungy piece that looked to be the right size. "Oh paper boy. Paper boy, you missed me this morning."

I grinned at Larry's whining imitation of a customer. He changed to his normal voice. "So, my man, seen anything worthwhile on your morning rounds?"

"Nope. I think you're just trying to jazz me up." Larry had a different route and before I took over his old route, he was filling my ears with sexy stories about the scenery he saw. And he wasn't talking about flowers and bushes. I'd actually been influenced to take the route because of his tales. My raging teen-aged hormones, I guess. I'd already told him about old Mrs. Pierson flashing me. He was not impressed. Thing was, he never got specific. Which houses? He just grinned. Which customers? Larry just grabbed his crotch and winked. I came close to asking about Julie—Mrs. Meyer, but thought better of it. No way was I going to even suggest there might be something at the bungalow at Cross and High streets. But I was desperate to find out if he knew about her or if he'd seen anything there. Hell, for all I knew she was making a habit of seducing her paper route boys.

I had that thought and then dropped it right away. Somehow I knew it was unworthy of the woman. Nobody, I thought, with a hot body like hers, was some kind of slut. But what did I know, really?

So Larry had come by to tell me that some of the neighborhood guys and girls were organizing a beach party. That happened a lot in my neighborhood, pickup games of softball or football, sometimes a trip to some parent's cabin for an overnight. Beach parties. Larry was always part of the early planning and a real motivator. Not me. Somehow I always got invited at the last minute, sort of as an afterthought. I didn't date much in high school. Until Janice and I hooked up in our senior year. Maybe that's why I was still a virgin.

Actually, I didn't spend a lot of time worrying about it. I hung out with Larry and some other guys and generally school and the first summer after graduation was pretty much okay. But here I was at nineteen and still a virgin. I didn't mind that so much as what I knew to be my serious lack of education in the sexual arena. Anyway, Larry came by later in the afternoon and picked me up in his brother's old beater. It was really falling apart, the body anyway. There were holes in the floorboards so you could see the street going by underneath. One of the back windows was busted so it only closed halfway. The springs in all the seats were partially loose so sometimes you'd sit down and get goosed by a spring. One of Larry's girl friends insisted he made the passenger seat that way.

We got to the beach about four. This was not the lake near home, it was a few miles farther away so we didn't know any of the people who regularly hung out there. There was about fifteen in our group. I jumped in the water and then spent an hour ogling the girls who'd come with us. Some of them were wearing pretty skimpy suits. So the scenery was pleasant. Larry came and sat on one corner of my towel by my feet and said in a low voice, "Don't look now, but there something you need to see."

So of course I sat right up and looked around. Dumb. But it didn't matter because I had no idea where to look. Larry stared at me and then without moving his lips growled, "Look over your right shoulder, Sam." His imitation of Peter Lorre always sucked.

I did. But what was I looking at? "Two of your favorite customers, right?" he went on.

"What? I don't see—and then I did. About twenty yards away, in that yellow bikini, was Mrs. Meyer. Julie. She was lying face up on a blanket with another woman. My cock twitched in my swimsuit. This was not good! I couldn't go around getting an instant boner every time I ran into her. So I concentrated on the other woman who was obviously there with Julie.

"Okay," I said to Larry. "I think that's Mrs. Meyer over there in the yellow suit. The other chick looks familiar but I can't place her."

Larry gurgled. "Chick, he says. That gorgeous piece of female flesh is 2766 High Street." He was giving her address, one that was on my route. I realized then that I had never seen this customer.

"Ah, got it." Who—and just at that moment, customer 2766 High Street twisted around and the top of her suit slipped. She was wearing a fairly modest one-piece but she'd apparently slid the straps off her shoulders when she laid down in the sun. So when she sat up the top flopped down and her bare boobs were exposed. She grabbed her top and covered up fast, but not before both Larry and I got a good look at her.

"Boom, boom," Larry laughed, grabbing his crotch. "Wouldja like to play with those puppies?"

"Disgusting!" came the voice of one of the girls in our crowd. "You guys only have one thing on your minds the whole time you're awake!" She sounded mad, but then when I glanced up at her, she was smiling at Larry and she winked. I figured there was an implied message there. I looked at Larry and it was clear he was receiving. Grinning he stood up and took Ginger's hand. "Let's take a little walk to the snack shack, okay?"

I guess it was okay because just after the sun went down I came around a car in the parking lot and ran into Larry and Ginger. He had her backed up against the side of a car and his hands were up under her shirt. She looked pretty happy.

After Larry left with Ginger to go to the snack shack I got into a conversation with a couple of the guys about the pro sports teams in the city. A shadow fell over me and the guys stopped talking and looked up above my head.

"I thought that was you." I recognized Julie's voice immediately. "Glory, this is Buddy, our paperboy."

"Yes? I guess we haven't met yet." Customer 2766 High Street was tall and voluptuous. And blond, very blond. A natural blond. I knew that because the way she was standing right next to my blanket, I was looking closeup at the crotch of her swim suit and a couple of blond hairs were showing. Customer 2766 didn't seem interested in meeting her paper boy. That was okay with me. I looked up at Julie who held my gaze and smiled, saying, "I just wanted to say thanks for being so prompt every morning." I nodded and went back to talking to the guys. The two women walked away and Benny whistled softly between his teeth. "Nice ass. Both of them. A little old for me, but I wouldn't kick either one outa bed. That's some nice paper route you got there. Gettin' much?" He held his arms out cupping both hands, chest high.

I snickered, even though I wasn't happy with Benny's lecherous consideration of Julie's attributes. Hell, all he could do was look. I'd had a hand on her boob.

I had an odd feeling that Julie Meyer had deliberately come over to us when she and the other woman, Gloria, could just have left the beach. I thought it might have been a test to see if I could be—what was the word—circumspect. I wondered if I passed. The next morning, a little tired from late last night at the beach. I delivered the next to last paper and was approaching Julie's house with hers. Yeah, I changed my route so hers was the last place I went to even though it was a little less convenient. I realized that the main door was open. So I took a quick look around, but it was still not even six in the morning. Nobody else was up. I leaned over and pulled the screen door open to slide the paper in.

"You can come in, yes?" Her voice was a low soft invitation that gave me tingles. No girl had ever talked to me like that. Of course I went in. She was standing back from the door in the hallway, wearing a long white robe of some fuzzy material. Her hair was tousled and when she took my hand to draw me closer, I could smell her sleep breath. "Sorry," she said and kissed me on the cheek. "I should brush my teeth, but I overslept. Can you stay a little while?"

Yes I could and when she took my arm to draw me toward the kitchen, I could feel her soft breast and I could tell that she must be almost naked under the robe. My hormones woke up and my cock twitched. Julie must have felt something because she pointed me to a chair and said, "Goodness, do you walk around like that all the time?"

"Only around you," I grinned. I couldn't believe what I'd just said. Complimenting girls wasn't something I was good at.

"Very good. A nice way to start a fine morning." She poured me a cup of coffee and another for herself.

"About yesterday," I started. Julie held up a hand and stopped me.

"It was just fine. You were fine. Gloria recognized you across the beach. She sometimes acts impulsively like a teenager. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone near you. Besides, it was obvious to me you hadn't followed us to that beach." Then she grinned over her coffee cup. "Do you like my yellow bikini?"

"Do I ever. You're pretty hot, Mrs. Meyer."

"And Gloria? How about her? What did your buddies say?"

Now I was embarrassed. I had no idea how she'd take the crude comments I heard as they walked away.

"C'mon, don't be shy. You can tell me almost anything."

I shrugged. "Well, Benny complimented both of your behinds. Said he wouldn't kick either one of your out of bed. And your—umm chests."

"So Benny liked my ass. Gloria's got bigger breasts than mine, did you notice?"

I nodded. I could feel my face heating up. Julie grinned at my discomfort.

"Anything else?" I almost said I knew Gloria was a real blond but didn't.

Julie grinned again and got up from the table. "Okay, stud, let's go in the other room." She took my hand and walked me into her bedroom. The curtains were drawn across the windows so it was dimmer than in the kitchen. Julie had a built-in platform bed she called it. It was higher than normal and there was a step stool to get into it. She was ahead of me and I stopped behind her as she came in the door. Then I realized she'd loosened the belt on her robe. When she moved her shoulders and arms, the robe slid off her body and fell to the floor. Gad! She was naked.

"So, this is my ass without the yellow bikini? What do you think?"

Somewhere in my brain I knew she was just teasing me, but I was struck dumb. I guess I gurgled something. My tongue stuck to the top of my mouth. Julie waited a second then she climbed the step to get on the bed. My eyes were stuck to her fanny. But she kept her legs carefully together, so all I really saw was that sweet flesh swaying a little. I did notice a dimple on one side.

She lay down full length with her back to me. "Buddy, come over here. It you stay by the door it's going to be hard—er difficult to work with you."

"Okay," I whispered, and I went over to stand by the bed. She was still on her side with her bare back to me. I could see her ass and just a little curve of her left breast. And her arms and legs, of course. She was tan all over. Neat. Then she rolled over to face me. I snapped my gaze to her face but I couldn't hold her look. My eyes wandered all up and across the wall behind her and down far enough so I could see her out of the edge of my vision. I didn't know what to do with my hands, either.

"Okay, Buddy. Now you have to look at me. It's okay really. I want you to look at me. That's the point. Not so ugly, am I?"

Ridiculous question. I forced my eyes to examine her more frankly. I just tried to ignore my hard cock. Julie had smooth shoulders, nice firm tits capped with round brown areolas and crinkly nubbins that were her nipples. Her skin was smooth and I thought it gave off some sort of glow. Her belly button was an inni. I pushed my gaze down her body to the smooth juncture of her thighs which were round and smooth. I couldn't see a freckle, or a mole or any kind of blemish anywhere on her. She was a Goddess. Her sex was covered by a fine growth of brown hair, just like on her head.

"Breathe, Buddy," she said softly. "I don't want you to pass out."

I inhaled and then I looked past her sex and down her legs which she was holding together. Later I remembered long legs, slender ankles small feet with pink toes. I started to smell something which she later told me was her own musk. It happened when she got excited.

Julie began to talk to me. Mostly she talked about her breasts, about how it felt to rub them, about how sometimes they got real tender and how she could be turned on by gentle fingers under her breasts and sucking on her earlobes. That was the main part of what I learned that morning. I didn't remember it all at once, but she seemed to be really interested in teaching me to find my way around her body in a really good way. My cock didn't care. I could tell I was leaking pre-cum onto my shorts.

"Women are different, Buddy. There are different parts of our bodies that are sensitive. We're different and you'll have to spend some time learning about the girl you are with. But you should start by assuming we all like tenderness, foreplay, and most of us would like men to spend more time at first base."

First base? How'd she know that phrase? I was itching to try out some finger play as she called it. But she batted my hand away. She explained that most guys try to get in a girl's pants right away and even if she lets him, she may not be having the best time. "You will discover girls will be more attracted to you when you get the reputation for being a gentle caring lover."

Geeze! I guess I didn't realize that girls talked about their experiences just like the guys did. They probably knew more than we did. I was dying to touch Julie and realizing that I was getting a lot more comfortable with her nakedness displayed before me. She rolled up on her right hip and cradled her head in her right hand. Then she raised her left arm overhead.

"Some women are ticklish in their armpits, but if you do it right, rubbing the skin there, like kissing where her head and neck are joined, is very arousing. But now follow my hand." She slowly lowered her hand and brought it to her breast. Talking all the time she showed me how to move it around, how to increase her cleavage, how not to hurt her. And I saw how it worked. Her nipple was getting harder. "Sometimes, when I'm aroused, I like to have you, bite and suck them. But gently. Any woman interested in you will let you know hard rough to be." Then she let go of her breast and reached for me. "Now I want you to try kissing my neck and ear. But no touching."

So I leaned over her and kissed her earlobe, then her neck, then her shoulder. It was awkward and I longed to touch her tit, but I was a good boy. But then I noticed she was starting to hum and her hand pulled my head toward her bosom. She placed my head on her chest just under one breast so I was facing up and my mouth was just grazing the underside of that tit. When she inhaled I could feel the fine hairs on her skin tickling my mouth.

"Lick it. Stick out your tongue and lick me," she said, holding my head against her. So of course I did. I still can't describe how it felt. I'd never kissed a woman's breast since I was weaned. I must have blacked out. I know I had an orgasm. When I came back to earth, I could feel the wetness in my crotch. "You came, didn't you." Julie was smiling at me. I just stuck out my tongue again and traced a damp swipe on the underside of her tit. And I saw her reaction. The pink tip of her tongue slipped out and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. In that moment I got it. Wow. Small subtle things worked even better than heavy-handed mauling. Right then I was a convert to soft and gentle. And there was a lot more to come.

Julie smiled and bent her head down. She lifted my head toward her and gently kissed me. Outstanding! My first foreplay type of kiss with an experienced woman. No tongue, just soft lips for what seemed to be an hour. I was in heaven.

Then she pushed me up and asked me to give her the robe off the floor. She was looking a little distracted and I thought maybe I'd done something wrong. She told me I had to go because she had something important to do and if I could come tomorrow morning early, she'd be ready to give me another lesson. Then she kissed me on the cheek and whispered something that sounded like thank you and I slipped out the door and went home to my sister's broken bicycle.



The Paper Route Ch. 02



Tim found himself drawn to the woman at the end of his paper route. What had started as an enjoyable end of a boring paper route, had turned into an obsession. He felt compelled to be there every morning and he almost always was.

Thoughts of the woman in the window began to consume him during the day, and send him into feverish dreams every night. The dreams so powerful that he would often cum in his sleep without even touching himself. A few times his ejaculation was so strong that he woke up moaning in pleasure, causing his mom to come racing to his room worried.

The days he couldn't see her was the worst. On those days he felt like he couldn't even function. He walked around as if in a constant daze and he balls ached from the lack of a morning release.

On one such day, after his college classes let out, he found himself telling his two best friends all about her. No details were spared as he described her and her morning routines. He found himself taking it even further by confessing to his activities in the bushes, his dreams and his constant thoughts of her.

"Duuude," his friend Jimmy said as he finished his tale. He took a hit off the joint he had been puffing on and passed it to Tommy.

"You know what you got here, right?" Jimmy continued as he exhaled the smoke. "You got all the ingredients to a good fuck is what you got!"

"Yeah man," said Tommy as he puffed on the joint and passed it to Tim.

"I don't know..." Tim replied before taking a long inhale of the joint.

"Dude, trust me..." continued Jimmy, "you are young, hung and good looking; she is mature, sexy and in her prime. You just gotta make yer move."

"Yeah, man, make your move." Tommy said as he started to chuckle.

"So, what should I do then?" asked Tim.

"Man, ya gotta make yer move," Jimmy repeated himself. "Let her know you're there and ready for."

Tim took another long drag off of the joint and passed it to Jimmy. His mind began to reel with the possibilities. He envisioned how it would all play out, and in his fog filled brain he began to hash out his plan.

"Yeah man," he said finally. "I can fucking see it all now."

"Cool," said Jimmy as he puffed on the joint.

"Yeah, cool," piped in Tommy. "But... dude, you got all the ingredients to a good fuck... but... you need to add in some spice."

"Hell yeah!" cried Jimmy. "You need to add some spice. Fucking right on, Tommy!"

"Spice!?" said Tim, slightly confused.

"Yeah, man... spice!" Tommy said cheerily. "Get her ready, ya know, so she is hot for you."

"Dude, you should leave her anonymous love notes!" said Jimmy as he started getting excited. "I heard chicks dig that kinda shit."

"Yeah, they dig it..." echoed Tommy, "fucking spice, man!"

The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon getting high and hashing out a plan to get Tim laid. By the time they were done, everything had been worked out and they were pleased. There was no way that their plan could go wrong, and all signs pointed to good time. Not to mention the fact that all the ingredients were already present and the added spice had been worked out, it was going to be a piece of cake.

Over the next several mornings, Tim set the plan in motion. He began leaving her anonymous notes every morning after watching her undress and masturbating in the bushes. It was ingenious and he knew it would add just the right amount of spice. Each day he left a single rose with a note attached signed "Secret Admirer"::

Day 1) You are so beautiful.
Day 2) You are so sexy.
Day 3) I love the sexiness of your body.
Day 4) I want you and your sexy body so bad it hurts.
Day 5) I want to be your sex slave and please you completely.
Day 6) I am watching you.

On day 7 he knew the timing was right. He had done everything according to the plan hatched with his friends. There was no way this was going to go awry, he had the spice, he had the ingredients, now he just had to add the finishing touches.

That morning he followed his usual routine, stopping at all the houses and delivering the papers. He was excited and filled with confidence as he coasted to a stop in front of her house.

Tim checked himself in the mirror, making certain he was presentable and not a hair was out of place. He slipped out of the car and silently made his way to his hiding place in the bushes.

It was a cool, crisp morning as he sat in waiting. He checked his watch repeatedly, each click of the second hand added more and more to his excitement. Finally, the time had come, and he watched as the curtains slowly opened up.

There she was, the woman that had captivated his dreams and consumed him during the day. She was in her full glory, her large breasts rising as she slowly stretched her arms above her head. It was a truly beautiful sight!

He undid his pants and pulled them to his knees. Tim began stroking his cock in slow strokes, cupping and fondling his balls at the same time. It was perfect, she was perfect, and the timing was perfect.

His cock began to throb and pulsate as he felt the urge to cum building quicker than ever before. The excitement of this moment fueled his desire for an immediate release. When the urge to cum built to the point that he was going to explode, he stepped out into the clearing directly in front of her window.

He wanted her to get a good look at what he was offering her. When he stepped into the clearing, her mouth dropped open with what he took as awe. Tim gripped his shaft hard, pointing it up into the air.

The first burst of cum exploded from his cock, arcing through the air in a large stream. It was perfect! It was beautifully timed and expertly placed. She was able to see his large cock and the full load he was offering to her to use at her will.

He continued to cum, shooting large jets of cum from his cockhead. The force of his ejaculation made his head reel and his knees weak. He was so lost in the passion that he failed to hear the sounds of footsteps coming from behind him.

As another jet of cum sprayed forth from his shaft, he was tackled from behind. He felt like a linebacker had just blindsided him as he was taken forcefully to ground.

Tim landed on his stomach with a hard thud as he felt the assailant pin him to the ground. His cock continued to pulsate as he continued to cum throughout the whole ordeal.

The feel of cold metal against his wrists brought him back to reality. He was cuffed and brought roughly to his feet. His steel hard shaft waved in the air as he came one final time, the cum arcing into the air and landing on a uniformed police officer's shield.

Tim tried to plead his case, yelling to the woman in the window that it was all a misunderstanding. She just shut the blinds, leaving him to be drug to the waiting police cruiser with his pants around his ankles. He was perplexed, everything had gone according to plan... so how could things have gone so wrong?

His mind flashed back to that fateful day with his friends. As he was shoved into the cruiser, he remembered Johnny saying, "All the ingredients are there for a good fuck, you just need to add a little spice!"

"Well, he was right," Tim thought, "all the ingredients were there and I am definitely fucked!"



The Paper Route Ch. 03



The next morning, Wednesday, it was raining. There was lightning and thunder banging away in the background. I like that kind of weather, unless it gets really windy. I have a bright yellow slicker with a hood that my parents gave me when I took the paper route. It's neat because it has big pockets and slits so I could put my hands under cover and handle the papers. The problem is that it's so bright yellow you can see it for miles. Normally that was okay but I realized, walking down the street to Julie's—Mrs Meyer's—house, that I was a lot more visible than usual.

I slipped off my slicker and stuck it under the paper bag when I got to her porch. The door was closed so I rapped on it. Almost instantly I got a boner. Jeeze! If I wasn't more careful, I was gonna have to change my underwear twice in one day. Then the door opened and her voice came. "Good morning, Buddy. Why don't you come in out of the wet?"

I was gonna say no? Get real! I went inside and there she was. I still couldn't get used to the fact that this hot older woman was interested in me. And not just interested. She was teaching me stuff so I wouldn't have to fumble my way. Why? I really couldn't figure out why, but I didn't spend a whole lot of time wondering about that.

Thinking back now, I can't even say for sure how she looked some of those mornings. Was she dressed? Wearing pajamas? A nightie? Was her hair combed? Some of those details are gone forever, but I do remember one thing that was constant. And that was the way she smelled. She smelled wonderful! It was a natural smell, no perfumes, just her.

I assume she smelled like she had just got out of bed. It was a warm, and soft smell and if it had been a color it would have been pale yellow or maybe pink. It was her female human smell. This morning she was barefoot. I came in and just looked at her. Suddenly I was tongue-tied. My mouth seemed to dry up in an instant and I just stared at her. My jaw hung partly open.

Julie stared back for a minute, then she smiled a little and kissed my cheek. She took my hand and we went to the bedroom. "Sit on the bed," she said. I sat. "Do you remember what we did yesterday?"

Freakin' A! I remembered. But I just nodded. The bed was rumpled and I could tell she'd gotten out of it to answer the door.

"All right. You can talk to me you know. In fact I insist on it. Now, take off your shirt." I whipped it off. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," I said. So much for verbosity. I was sitting straight on the very edge of the bed with my feet on the platform. Remember that this was a platform bed so when Julie stood beside me, my head was a little higher. She said, "All right. Now I'm going to do some things to you, just like you've probably done when you're out on a date." Then she grinned, like there was a good joke she'd just heard.

Julie made me put my knees together and she stood right up against me so that her knees were outside mine. Then she put her hands on my shoulders. Her fingers were warm and soft. For a long time she just ran her fingers over my arms and shoulders and neck. She tickled my ears and kissed my nose. It was pretty interesting and exciting. Eventually she got around to my chest and then she started pinching my nipples. Not hard, but she held them firmly so she could pull them this way and that.

"Notice your nipples getting hard? Same thing happens when you caress a woman like this, the way you did yesterday. Feels good, doesn't it? How about this?"

She bend her head and nibbled my right nipple. Then she blew on it. Whoa! My pecker was standing stiff and hard. She put her fingers on it, outside my pants. "Deep breaths, Buddy, I don't want you to climax and mess your pants."

"Okay," I panted. She stopped with the nipple play for a minute, but she kept her hands on my chest. She was very close and I really wanted to put my arms around her. I was scared to. Yesterday when I'd tried that, she'd pushed me away. Then she started fooling around my body again, running her fingers in my armpits. She always seemed to know how much pressure to apply so it felt good but I wasn't getting tickled. Amazing. This went on for a little while longer. Then she tilted her face to me and brought her nose right against mine so we were staring into each others eyes. It gave me another funny feeling.

"Buddy, you can kiss me on the lips now."

I wanted to grab her but she had a hold of my hands so I couldn't. I just tilted my head to the left and our noses got out of the way. I remembered everything she'd said about going slow and gentle. So I just touched her lips with mine. I inched my head back and she followed, so we kissed again. Her lips were soft and enticing, we seemed to fit together okay. I could feel her breath on my face. She must have felt mine too. We kissed again, longer this time. My cock twitched and I'm sure she noticed but she didn't say anything and she didn't move back.

Then she brought one hand up and held the back of my head. "Now open your mouth just a little. This is sort of what's called a French Kiss." I knew that! She moved her lips back on mine and I felt the tip of her tongue come just inside my lips. I think it was one of the most exciting kisses I've ever experienced. I don't mean to give the impression that I'd never been kissed. Far from it, but this was so slow and so gentle, I felt the contours of her mouth, and she felt mine. Our tongues touched. Tongue kissing somebody called it, and it was like a tiny jolt of electricity passed between us.

"Breathe, baby, don't hold it. This can go on for a long time." She said it right into my mouth and we just kept kissing. No mashing, no tongue lashing, just sweet, gentle, soft and slow kissing, until I thought I'd died and gone to heaven many times. Man, it was outstanding. My head was spinning. This was so unlike any kissing I had ever experienced, I couldn't believe it. And I could tell it was affecting Julie too.

When we came apart, her smile was wonderful. "That was spectacular. Special. You are a born kisser. A few of those and every woman you meet will collapse at your feet."

Julie went on to explain that hard or rough kissing had its place, and a woman will often signal her man what kind of kissing she wants, especially if she's verbal about sex. "Some women talk all the time during sex. Most men don't talk enough. So you have to interpret the signals. How hard is she holding you? Is she resisting in any way? And Buddy, if she say no, you stop. Instantly. Get it? None of this, she says no but she means yes bullshit. Besides, if you aren't rushing, your partner will have plenty of time to guide you and give you signals, even if she's too shy to talk about it."

Julie smiled and leaned in for another kiss. This time she maneuvered my hand through the opening in her gown and let me roam my fingers on her breast and its hard upstanding nipple. Her breathing became stronger. She leaned over and stuck her moist tongue in my ear which gave me another kind of jolt. Jeeze! Who knew I had so many sex-linked parts of my body? By this time, we must have been playing for like twenty or thirty minutes. I'd had an erection pretty much the whole time. In fact when I looked down past her breasts, I could see a tiny wet spot on the fly of my jeans.

"I guess I better give you a reward for being such a good student," she smiled. "You've been a very good boy. So," then she hesitated. I usually know when somebody's teasing me, so I just smiled and said, "Thank you, ma'am, I try my best."

"Hmm. Yes you do, don't you. Now you just sit there while I do this." With that she put her long fingers on my zipper and slowly slid it down. I could hear the sound of that zipper, like a roaring freight train. Naturally my dong pushed my underpants right out through my fly. Julie tapped it with her fingers and then she slid the silk to one side and of course my pecker popped right out. It felt real good, I can tell you. She looked at it, seemed to stare at it. Then she put her fingers on me, gently curled her hand around the shaft. Her hand was real warm, almost hot. Then she let go and ran one finger over the head and around the groove. I twitched.

"Are you doing that?"

"You mean the twitch?" My voice sounded strange.

"Yeah. Can you do that or is it involuntary?" She continued to look at my cock, slowly running her feather touch over the head.

"I can twitch it, but that wasn't me." This was one weird conversation we were having.

"Okay, twitch it for me." She let go. I felt the loss, but I twitched. A couple of times. She nodded. Then she started touching me again. This time with all her fingers. Man, I was flying again. Soon she started a rhythm, slowly at first, and it was like she was taking in ever shiver, every twitch, every throb. Soon she was jacking me with a real slow rhythm. Lots more slowly than I ever did to myself. Then she did an odd thing. She put her other hand flat on my bare chest, right over my heart.

She kept on jacking and watching and feeling. I wanted to thrust my hips but for some reason I resisted. Still I could feel it starting. I grunted real soft and twitched. Julie kept watching my cock and then she said, "Now close your eyes. You're gonna ejaculate in a minute and I want to know what you're seeing. What's in your mind, Buddy."

Her grip on me got a little firmer and she went a little faster. I opened my mouth, I guess and moaned. Then I came, at least three strong, hard shots. It was fantastic. She never stopped jacking my cock, but she slowed down. She took a towel to clean me up, but she never stopped that up and down, up and down.

"Are you tender? Could you come again in a minute or so?"

I just nodded. It surprised me. I could tell if she kept on, I'd get hard again. Hell I never got limper that morning than about half hard.

She took her hands off me and then kissed me on the mouth. Her look was almost shy when she looked at me for the first time in several minutes. There was a little smile on her lips.

"That was nice, Buddy. Thank you." Then something odd happened.

She stood up slowly and stepped back, turning around so her back was to me. "I wouldn't want you to forget what your teacher looks like, and I have to be away until Friday morning. If I get in really late Thursday night, you'll just have to wait until the weekend to see me again. So." The housedress or nightie or whatever it was suddenly floated to the floor and puddled around her feet. She turned around and posed for me, displaying her taut tanned body in a provocative pose that emphasized her hip and covered her sex. One hand came up and cupped the breast nearest me and her long tapered fingers played with the same nipple I had been sucking not very long ago.

Julie opened her pink lips and ran her tongue wetly along the lower one. She winked and when I got off the bed she said, "Now, no touching. Look for another minute, but no touching."

I got it. I reached down and slowly stuffed my now limp pecker back in my pants and slowly ran the zipper up. Then I smiled and stepped around her to the door where I retrieved my slicker and paper bag. I whistled a happy tune as I went out and quietly closed the screen door behind me. We didn't say goodbye. I felt really good right then. ####################################### It was the middle of the afternoon then and Larry was helping me at the grocery store where I was buying groceries. Larry was not happy as he led me down the aisles tossing cans and boxes into the cart I was pushing. I had a list, but he sometimes grabbed things that weren't on it so I had to put them back. It was a game we played. He walked backward, holding on to the front of the wire cart and let me control our pace.

"Jeeze, Buddy, I'm havin' problems with Lucy,"

"Lucy? Who's Lucy?"

"My new girl, you saw her at the beach, remember?"

"No, but so what? What's the deal?"

"Well, like, the other night we were at the drive-in and things are goin' pretty well, if you get my meaning. Then all of a sudden she tells me to stop and pushes me away. Pouted. "Don't be so rough," she says.

"So maybe you are. Maybe you should try taking it real slow and gentle?" Suddenly I was hearing Julie's voice in my head.

"She could say something. I mean I start kissing her and stuff and things are going good, I think, and she doesn't say much, just stops and pushes me away. Girls like it rough sometimes. That's what Charlie says. You gotta show 'em who's in charge." Charlie is Larry's older brother. He's divorced.

"Larry, next time you're out with her, try being real gentle and go slower than she seems to want you to. Kiss her a lot. But don't just jam your tongue in her mouth right off."

Larry, looked at me for a long moment while people jostled by us in the cereals aisle. "Yeah? For somebody who hasn't had even a casual date all summer, you seem to have a lot of ideas on the subject all of a sudden You been holding out on me? Got a secret squeeze stashed somewhere?"

You know the phrase, 'icy finger of fear on my back'? I had one. If Larry got a bone in his teeth, he was like an old terrier, he'd shake it and shake it and wouldn't let it go and if even a hint of my relationship with Julie got out, not only would it be over, but there's be all kinds of hell to pay.

"Correct," I said. In fact I have two. And here comes one of them now!" I had glanced up to see Mrs. Pierson, one of my customers, bearing down on us with a full head of steam. I nodded politely and stepped out of her way."

"Good morning, Buddy," she said pleasantly enough and stormed on by. Larry was holding his sides and trying very hard not to fall down in hysterics, Mrs. Pierson being well on the far side of sixty. We finished the shopping and hauled the goods home where I learned my entire family was headed for the lake, but I couldn't go unless I got someone to substitute for my delivery of the papers. It didn't happen. Not that I tried very hard. Two plus two went instantly to four in my head.

Julie was back Friday sometime and I was loose as a goose until Sunday evening. Things were definitely shaping up the right way.



The Paper Route Ch. 04



Friday morning Janice called. She announced she was coming home for the rest of the summer and was really looking forward to hanging out with me. There seemed to be an interesting implication in her words. This was a complication I hadn't foreseen, as some writers put it in the detective novels my dad is always reading. Tell me about it!

At least she wasn't going to be here this weekend. This weekend I had plans. Then Larry called and I had everything I could do to come up with reasons why I was not available Friday night and maybe not Saturday night, either. Larry knew my folks were gone so he naturally assumed I'd wanta party or hang out or something. Stall I told myself , stall stall stall.

Noon came. I debated whether to call Julie. Sure, I had her number. She was a customer, right? I had a phone number for every customer on my route. But I couldn't decide if calling was a good idea or not. I got antsier and antsier. Finally at around two-thirty I got my bike out of the garage and started pedaling aimlessly around the neighborhood. I kept looking over my shoulder to see who might be following me. Nobody was, of course, but I must have looked like all kinds of fool. In fact, I almost wiped out a mail box on one corner because I wasn't watching my path.

I got a little uncomfortable. I'd been sporting half a woody most of the day and the stimulation of the bicycle seat made me even hornier. After about twenty minutes of nutty wandering, I headed up the block behind Julie's house and turned down the alley behind her garage. I'd already cased the front. No lights. Shit. Hadn't she said she'd be home Friday morning?

Well, just as I got to the side of her garage, the big overhead door slid up and whoops! There she was. "Hey, Buddy, how are you?" Just nice as you please, hailing a kid from the neighborhood. I skidded to a stop and said hi back. I guess I was grinning. Julie smiled and started to turn toward her car. She pulled open the door and then looked back at me.

"Got any plans for tonight?"

"Hope so," I said. Quick, that's me.

Her voice sort of floated out of the dark garage at me. "You see that gate beside the garage? The latch is kind of broken. Maybe you could take a look at it after supper?"

My breath stopped and my heart soared. Could I. "You bet, ma'am. I'll come by then."

I waved a fidgety hand and shoved off down the alley. It's a long block and by the time I got to the cross street, I could hear Julie's car right behind me. I pulled to one side and we waved at each other. Then I biked home and took a cold shower. It didn't help much but I smelled better.

I made a hamburger and stole one of my dad's cans of beer. I changed clothes into slacks and a green short-sleeved shirt. Finally, what seemed like years later, the sun started to go down and it was after supper time. I left a light on in the living room and carefully locked up the house. Then I pedaled my bike around a few blocks and up the hill way behind where Julie lived. Then I just coasted slowly down a couple of blocks, swung into her empty alley and hardly paused at all to nudge her back gate open. I was through onto Julie's back lawn with hardly a whisper of noise. Hopped off the bike and closed the gate. Her fence was high enough nobody could see over, except maybe people in the house across the alley and that place was dark.

Julie came out onto her tiny back porch carrying pliers and a screwdriver. I laid my bike down and took a look at the latch. I could see right away it was an easy fix. The gate had sagged a little so the pin wouldn't mesh with the gizmo on the post. Julie came over and stood real close behind me.

"Can you fix it?"

"Sure can. But you have a choice. See here?" I pointed at the latch piece. There's a quick fix and a good fix. The good fix will take longer." While I was talking, Julie leaned even closer to peer at where I was pointing. I felt her breasts against my back. Zing! She shifted from side to side, rubbing her chest on my back.

"Hmm. I bet we don't have the tools here for a good fix, do we? How about you do a quick fix for now."

I half turned and smiled at her. It seemed to me she was asking for a kiss so I gave her one. First on the cheek, right by her ear, then she turned into me and we had a nice lip lock. When we parted, I knew she'd felt my rod against her belly.

"Nice," she said. "Very nice. But you have to be sure of your relationship with the girl or you might frighten her off with that pole you have there." She winked in the gloom and handed me the tools. "Work before play, right?" And she sauntered back to the house. Naturally, it took me a good ten minutes to lower the gizmo where the latch was trapped to the pole. Then I carried the tools back to the house and walked into the kitchen. Julie took the tools and put them in a drawer. Then she took my hand and said, "Let's go into the playroom, shall we?"

I was not going to resist.

She took my shoulders and turned me to face her. "Okay, I think I want you to show me the way you'd go about getting your girl into bed. I assume that hasn't happened yet, right?"

I nodded. She'd already got it out of me that I'd never gone all the way, that I was still technically a virgin. Julie didn't laugh when I told her that. She thought it was nice. Anyway, I started to reach for her head. She stopped me.

"We're using the bed here as a general place, okay? Might be the car seat, although you'd be sitting. Here's the thing. Women want their guys to be smooth about this. Undressing can be awkward and if you're all fumbles and don't know what to do, you can ruin the mood. So I want you to undress me."

I suddenly realized she was testing me in her sweet gentle way. I took her in my arms and kissed her neck. Then I nibbled on her earlobe. She wasn't exactly responsive, but she wasn't just being a stick either. While I kissed her nose and stared into her eyes, I fumbled open the buttons on her blouse. Tonight she was wearing a bra. I started to pull the blouse out of her waistband but she stopped me, She didn't say anything, she just put her arms around my neck and squeezed.

So I slid my hands around her waist and brought them up to where I could touch the strap of her bra. No clasp. Shit. I slid one hand around her upper back to the front so I could touch her satin-covered breast. I think it was satin. It felt nice, anyway. Warm. I was getting more excited and so was she, because now I could feel her nipple. I squeezed it gently and then I bent my head so I could kiss the other one. I could tell she liked it, even through the fabric. My fingers found what I suspected, a front clasp on her bra. I tried to manage it with one hand but that didn't work, so after a few seconds of trying I brought my other hand around and unclipped the thing. Julie leaned back just enough so I could work it. As I slid my hands to either side, I cleverly wormed my fingers under the straps and eased the cups off her. Now both warm perky breasts were right there in front of my eyes and my mouth. Begging to be kissed, isn't that the phrase?

Well, I took advantage. I also shifted a little so my hips and her hips were closer together. After some more titty teasing, she sighed heavily and whispered. "Oh that's very good, Buddy. Most women wish their lovers spent more time on their chests. Diving abruptly for a woman's crotch may be a big turn on in the porn field, and some women like it, but most of us want a little more attention up here."

She grinned and fed one breast into my willing mouth again. It was clear she was having a good time teaching me things. She also explained that yanking the tails of a blouse out of a skirt can be awkward, sometimes hard to accomplish, and even damage clothing, any of which wipes out the mood.

I managed her skirt really easily. One button, a zipper and poof, it fell to the floor. Wow, my lovely lady was naked except for a pair of white satin panties. I helped her onto the bed and she explained that I was going to have to disrobe myself, although lots of women like to help. But the main thing was that most women felt vulnerable with no clothes on and they wanted the guy to be naked or mostly so too.

I wasn't complaining, right? Instead I whipped off my duds with a minimum of fuss and climbed on the bed beside her. I stretched out next to the wall. That was good, Julie said because it gave her access to the door if necessary without climbing over me. Psychologically a good thing. I laid down on my side so I had my upper hand free to roam. My other arm held up my head so I could eyeball her. Eyeballing Julie was something I could spend hours doing. She was on her back, legs together and knees straight. My dong lay on her upper thigh right next to her hip. She patted it once, causing another twitch.

I looked at her. She just lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Julie raised her head and said "Oh, you bet, but that brings up something else." Then she giggled. "It's not okay after sex to ask her if it was all right. Did you come? And variations on that theme. She'll tell you whatever she wants you to know. You can compliment her, tell her nice things, but don't ask her anything that suggests you want to know how well you performed. Maybe she's had very little or no experience and doesn't want you to know. Just tell her she how great she was unless you get specific questions. Then don't lie. You want to have real communication, especially if you want to screw her again or you think you're falling in love."

I nodded and sighed. Jeeze. A lecture. And this business of sex was getting way more complicated than I'd ever thought. No wonder so many couples were messed up. Then I also realized she was talking because she was a little nervous and she was waiting for me to make a move. Ho! Dunno how I realized that, but it made sense. We were getting close to her taking my virginity. Awesome! A once in a lifetime. She'd embarked on this path with me and now she was just a little nervous. Not as nervous as me but...

So I put my head back on the pillow and took three deep breaths. Then I slowly turned my head and tongued the side of her breast. Almost tickling. I suppose I should say something about how she looked naked. She was tanned, this being summer, with smooth skin. No freckles. Her breasts were on the small firm size. They hardly sagged to the side at all when she lay on her back. I couldn't get a whole breast in my mouth, although I tried. A handful and a half, I'd say. Her nipples were pink and got real firm when she was excited. Her tummy was flat and her belly button was an innie. Her hips were smooth and the bones were right there but they didn't stick out.

I left off sucking on her and kissing her neck and sat up, sliding one hand across her belly.

"What are you doing?"

Registering your bod in my brain. I never want to forget what you look like right now." Julie smiled wistfully and ran her hand over my back and down to where the bed sheet met my butt crack.

I looked at her feet, her narrow ankles and right up to her knees. She had great legs. Her thighs looked strong and smooth and they met and connected to her hips at exactly the right place. I leaned over a little and stared at her crotch. Her pussy was right there for me to see. Mostly. Her bush was brown like the hair on her head. I stopped staring at her pussy and sat up a little. I got up on my knees and took her face in both hands so I could turn her toward me. Then I put my face closer and stared at her ears, her throat, her neck and her nose and eyes. That summer her hair was just a little more than shoulder length and pretty straight. It smelled good. She smelled good when I stuck my nose in her armpit. Her eyes were dark brown. Julie was not a stunner, just a very goodlooking woman who I was falling in love with.

"You have no idea how good you make me feel," she whispered.

"You mean like now?" I kissed her nipple.

"Yes that, but also when you look at me like this. I get tingles inside."

Ah, Buddy, I said to myself, remember that. Tingles are good. I smiled and licked her nose lightly and went back down her body, this time, kissing each breast, her tummy and then tried kissing her neatly trimmed bush. Zing!

She jumped. Cool! I kissed it again, a little harder this time. She flinched again and her hand came up to rub the back of my head. I shifted my aim and went a little lower. Another flinch. I thought I might have heard a moan. I blew on her pussy. Her thighs shifted just a little, parted. Interesting!

I blew some more. A definite moan and just a little gap there. Julie had what I later learned was a prominent mons veneris. That's the technical name, I guess. She said that when she stood around in her bikini or tight pants she had to be a little careful or she looked like she was calling attention to it. Man, call attention to it all the time, I thought.

Her cunt, her pussy, was neat looking. Not that I had seen many this close-up. None, live and in color, actually. I don't like those labels, I guess because some guys use them to insult people. But the anatomical labels are sort of stupid. Anyway, I blew on her sex. She flinched again and moved her legs apart a little more. Now I could really see the fleshy outer lips and the slit that ran down from the hair and disappeared. Julie's fingers appeared, blocking my view.

"I'm very sensitive, especially right before intercourse. You need to go slow and be gentle. But it can be tricky, because if you are too gentle, you'll tickle me insane."

Sounded good to me. So I nodded and slowly inserted my hand under hers. I felt the fleshy outer lips of her sex, and I could see just the pink edges of her inner lips. I knew she had a clitoris at the top where the folds came together, but I couldn't see it. I leaned closer and gently poked a finger between those lips. My finger instantly got wet and Julie moaned. She slid her thighs apart and I leaned closer. My face was so close I was having trouble focusing. My mouth was open and I drooled a little. The spit dropped right on the entrance to her vagina and she giggled. It also triggered a neat reaction from her clit which showed up just then.

Whoo! My dong was so hard. I think I could have driven a nail with it! I stuck out my tongue and touched the pink area between her lips and inhaled a musky smell that seemed to be getting stronger.

"Can you smell me?" Her voice was soft and trembled a little. I guess I was turning her on. I was starting to feel like I could explode at any moment. I took two deep breaths and tried to calm down. It helped a little.

Julie sat up then and took my face in her hands. She kissed me a couple of times and stuck her tongue in my mouth. "Are we having any fun?" she whispered.

"Are you kidding me? I died and went to heaven. This is way more than fun!"

"All right. We're just going to get a little clinical for a minute. So give me your hand." We sat up on the bed side by side. She took my arm and put it around her waist. Then she spread her thighs and pulled my other hand into her crotch, where she made me feel all over her pussy until I knew by feel the parts of her sex, and I could see from her reactions what really turned her on. The she took my finger and slid it right inside her. Slowly. We did everything slowly. She was hot and very wet down there. I watched as a faint redness like a blush started in her throat and spread out over her breasts which were really standing at attention.

Without any warning she grunted and her hips twitched and I felt the muscles of her vagina clutch around my finger. "Do you know what just happened?" she said, looking up at me.

"Yeah, I think you just came."

She nodded. "I had an orgasm. A little one."

"So does that mean we're done?"

"Oh, no, women can have more than one orgasm in a short period of time. That's a big advantage we have over you guys." She grinned and placed her free hand over my woody. "When you ejaculate, many times that's it for the night. Which is why you need to know about these things. You don't want to leave your lover unsatisfied. Even if you have a big orgasm before she does, you can't stop loving her. But you don't have to come together, either." She grinned again and said, "Some women's sex gets tender and sensitive after an orgasm. Something else to remember." She grinned some more and rotated her fingers, slippery with my pre-come, over the head of my cock.

"So, tell me something. When your buddies talk about friends with benefits, what does that mean? Fucking?" She ran her hand gently up and down my cock. Jeezus!

"Umm, not always. For some people I know, it might mean only oral, you know, sucking the guy off." Right, like Julie didn't know what oral sex was. I coulda shot myself for a dope right then. I was distracted, okay? This naked hot babe was jacking me off and kissing my bare chest. I was having trouble thinking about anything except the fine sensations rolling through me.

"Um," she said then. "I was going to do this another way, but I don't want to wait any longer. She was panting a little and her eyes were gleaming. She rolled away from me, and pushed me down. "Lie down on your back she said."

I was gonna refuse, right? I did and my dong stood right up and pointed toward the ceiling. Julie got to her knees and placed one leg on either side of my hips, holding herself off my body. Her arms came forward and she kissed me. She lowered her chest until her breasts were tight against me and my dong bent upward between our bellies. Then she stopped and we kissed for a minute or twenty. I couldn't tell. Right then if somebody had walked into the room, I probably wouldn't have noticed.

We breathed into each others mouths, staring wide eyed. Julie slowly slid her body up until she could kiss my forehead and my pecker popped out between her thighs. My arms were around her back and I was caressing her sides and back in a kind of aimless fashion, I guess, but she said it felt really good. Her knees squeezed me and then she stuck one hand between us and guided me into her. Holy shit!

Julie was a furnace. A wet, pulsing furnace. As I went in I heard, "Ahhhhhhhh," softly. When our pubic bones touched and I was all the way in, she paused and raised herself enough so we could look at each other.

"Don't you move, and don't close your eyes. Just watch me." Then Julie began a slow, agonizing, rocking motion of her hips. She began to sweat. I was already sweating. The smell of sex was all around us. My groin was on fire. My brain was melting. I had never ever come close to what I was feeling before. Mr. five fingers? Not even in the same city. Then she did something that caused her vaginal muscles to ripple. I swear to God! Her rocking increased. I tried but I couldn't keep still. I began to thrust my hips at her. I felt juices running down the crack in my ass. More and faster we rocked.

"Ohhhh." I couldn't tell if that was me or Julie or both of us. "Put your hands on my tits," she panted. I did and she mashed herself against me. One twice and then I came. And Julie came. I watched and saw incredible signs of bliss, of high emotion, of caring and even love flowing across her face, mouth open, tongue flickering, head shaking. Our bodies trembled together.

And then it was over. Almost as fast as it had arrived, our mutual orgasms, the sensations left, and I felt somehow depleted. Anxious, even. Sure I had lost my cherry. Sure Julie said no asking if I was adequate. I still wanted to know. But I didn't ask, instead I bit my lip and smiled at her. Julie closed her eyes and lifted her face, so I kissed her again. She hummed into my mouth.

"So, Buster, how was it? Was it good for you? Was I all right?" Now she couldn't contain herself. First a big smile, then giggles, then laughing out loud. I joined her and we got semi-hysterical. Somewhere in there my limp dick slipped out of her vagina.




The Paper Route Ch. 04



Julie got off the bed and went to get us a bottle of water from the fridge. "I guess after what just happened, sharing a bottle of water is okay, yes?" I laughed and sprayed a little water. She grabbed the bottle and spritzed a mouthful on my chest.

We had already gotten to a good comfort level with each other so there was no getting dressed or hauling a sheet over us. Julie sat up and leaned against the headboard. That brought her crotch in line with my face and the smell of our combined fluids grew. I was amazed all over again at the perception this woman showed.

"Smell us?" Then she reached into her pussy with two fingers and brought them out again, slick and glistening with come and our other wetness. She raised her hand and put those fingers in her mouth, licked them, never taking her eyes off me. Then she put that hand back into her pussy and this time offered the wet fingers to me. "You don't have to," she whispered.

Was I nuts? Of course I wanted to. So I opened my mouth and she inserted those glistening fingers between my lips. It was the first time I had ever tasted my own come. It wasn't much. A little salty with something else that must have been Julie. I looked up at her and sucked on her fingers. "I got nothing to compare it too, but I thought 'it' was great. You too."

She nodded. "Baby steps," she said. "I will take you down the garden path to wondrous delights of mind and flesh."

"Is that a quote from somebody?"

"Don't know, lover, maybe Romeo, or better yet, Cleopatra. I read somewhere that she was one really hot inventive babe." 



The Paper Route Ch. 05



I was feeling good, real good. I didn't have to dress, or worry about somebody pulling up beside the car and shining a light on us. It wasn't getting cold because the engine was off, and the windows weren't steaming up. It was, I don't know, probably fifteen minutes later and I was still in a haze from the best fuck of my life. Actually my first and only.

Julie rolled over and sat up. She plunked one hand on my chest and said, "Okay, stud, sit up."

I did that. We then pushed and shoved and smoothed the bed out a little without actually getting out of it and pushed some pillows up against the head board. I was instructed to lean back against the pile of pillows so I was mostly vertical from the hips up. Julie clearly had a plan in place.

"Okay, good, now shove your knees apart so I have someplace to sit. I did and she promptly swung over my legs and settled her cute little butt right between my thighs. Warm. Neat. Then she scooted back until her butt was nestled in my crotch and her back was against my chest. She grabbed a bottle of water with one hand and my wrist with the other. She swigged from the bottle and hauled my arm around her. Naturally I put my other arm around her too and we got even closer together. 

Julie's head nestled right under my chin and my hands naturally came together on her stomach. I gently rubbed her belly button and we sat quietly for a few minutes. Frankly, I was dozing again. Not asleep, mind you, just drifting around the cosmos. Happy.

"Now I want you to make me come."

"Excuse me?" I perked up and kissed her right ear. 

"Come. You understand English, right? I want you to make me come. Clear?"

Understand, there was no hint of a nasty tone here, my lady was being calm and soft and reasonable. Seductive, even. Not that I wanted to move from this most desirable position we were in. There was a mirror on the door of her closet and I discovered that if I looked to the left across her shoulder, her bare shoulder, I could see our torsos about from neck to mid-thigh. I didn't want to move. But, I wasn't going to argue the point either, right? So I started to move my legs.

She grabbed both knees—they were quite close to her you understand—and said, "No, don't move. I want you to get me off without our changing position. Get me?"

Ah, being a fairly quick study, even in the throes of my post-coital haze, I relaxed again and contemplated the problem. Nice one to have. Ah, a few moments and recalling most of what she'd already taught me, I smiled and used my tongue on her ear lobe. She hummed softly. Right.

And so it went, slowly and carefully with some inspired lip work on my part. At least I thought so. We didn't talk much at all. After several minutes of that, I pulled my fingers apart and crawled my hands up her torso until they encountered her boobs, her tits, her breasts. My fingers paused and I gently slid said fingers back and forth along the undersides of her breasts, Varied my rhythm, varied my pressure. Every so often I'd reach a thumb up, or a finger, and tweak a nipple. Those little soldiers stood right to attention very quickly. I began to employ multiple sorties of fingers back and forth on those rosy globes. Soft, they were, springy and tender. I lifted first one and then the other as if inspecting their heft.

It seemed to please the lady, she began to shift and breath a little faster. I widened my exploration after a few minutes and trailed fingers of one hand down her side, lifted one arm so I could kiss and tongue her wrist. Some women, I'm told, have sensitive inner wrists which seem to connect directly to their sex. Teasing of the wrist leads to the moistening of vaginal walls, a most desirable condition.

My fingers left her wrist and explored her belly and the button there. Lower, with infinite care, I reached that soft and tender line of the woman's girdle between thigh and hip, the line that leads directly to her core. Now, even though my head was a distance away, I was beginning to smell her arousal.

I was certainly becoming aroused and I was sure Julie could feel my cock poking at her backside. In fact she periodically gave her fanny a little wiggle, kind of a tease, I thought. We went on that way for some minutes until my fingers found that tiny wisp of hair she'd left just over the place her outer lips parted at the top of her mound. I ran a forefinger down the last inch or so along that hair line until I came to the little hood protecting her clit. Did I plunge on in? Not a chance.

I slid my forefinger down one side, teasing her labia, until I was able to feel the growing pool of her juices, signifying her arousal. I inserted just the tip of my questing finger far enough between those swelling lips to pick up some moisture. Then I withdrew and raised the anointed finger to my mouth for a taste. More quickly then, I repeated the movement, except this time I gave my finger to Julie and let her taste her own essence.

The next time that finger, now joined by another, skated close to the opening of her vagina, I felt Julie's hips shift forward as if she was trying to bring the fingers into her. I slid my other hand over her hip so my palm lay on that valley between hip and belly. By pulling back gently, I thought I could keep her from thrusting her hips at my other fingers. Besides, it was a delightful feeling to register the rising cadence of her breathing as I continued to explore and tease her body.

This was all done slowly and gently with no talking, only murmurs which I took to be approvals. I was certainly having a good time. Julie stretched out her legs in front of us, knees apart. I noticed that certain actions on my part seemed to make her toes curl up or down. Meanwhile, the state of my cock had grown increasingly uncomfortable, so I left off my caresses for a moment to lean farther back, reach between us to shift my cock from a straight out position to one where it now lay like a short bar on my belly and the base of her spine. Much better.

Julie turned her smiling lips my way and I kissed her. My hand resumed it blind exploration for several more minutes until I established a beachhead in the slippery moisture at the entrance to her vagina. With infinite care, I gradually inched one finger up and in and up some more until my second finger had slid inside her up to the second knuckle. I curled my forefinger down and back so I could add it and soon two fingers were solidly inserted. I flexed both which got a hiss and a palpitation. Another flex and a groan and a slight thrust.

Now I began a slow and rhythmic back and forth, in and out movement, always inserting my fingers a little farther until they were fully inserted. Julie began to pant, she brought her knees up toward us, opening herself further. Her head pressed back against my chest, and her hips began to thrust against my hand in her sex.

"Ohh, my God," she moaned. Her legs began to thrash. "Ohhhhh, fuck-fuck fuck.," she cried. Shit shit shit. Ohhh, I can't stand it." Now her hips were bucking and I had trouble hanging on and keeping my fingers in action where I wanted them. Her hands suddenly flew to her breasts and she clutched them, pressing hard on her erect nipples. She climaxed then, in a series of spasms and wails that sent a chill down my spine. Julie either had one long orgasm or a series of them. I couldn't tell which. It was wonderful. She was wonderful. Ripples flowed through her. At the peak she arched up and away so that only her feet and her shoulders were in contact with the bed and with me. My hand slipped away from her at that moment, but I recaptured her the moment her body, now covered with sweat, subsided back onto the bed. It was an awesome experience, but I missed seeing the emotions that must have been visible on her face.

She came down slowly while I held her and although my cock was still hard, I was surprise at the sense of satisfaction I had, even though I hadn't come. Man, I'd been responsible for taking this hot experienced woman, this babe to a real emotional high! Whooee!

Julie took my hand and played with my fingers for a few minutes. We didn't talk. There was no need. We were really in tune and feeling good. I must have dozed. Maybe slept sitting up against the headboard of Julie's bed. The next thing I knew, she was standing beside the bed looking at me, still naked. Her delicious-looking breasts were hanging right there for me to appreciate. I glanced up at her sweet face and leaned up to kiss her left nipple.

"Did you know it's already almost two in the morning," she whispered. "Do you have to get home?"

I shook my head and then I realized we hadn't talked about this. Was this an overnighter? Wow. I was going from losing my cherry to actually sleeping the night away with a hot naked babe. Man, I couldn't wait to tell Larry. Except then I knew I wasn't going to tell him anything. Ever. "No, sweetie, I got no place to be except right here with you."

"Excellent. Just don't be falling in love with me, okay? This is strictly fun and games, passion, sex, lust. Got it?"

I nodded and traced my fingers over one of her nipples, and watched her shudder with delight. Love. I wondered if she was telling me or talking to both of us. I tugged on her nipple and she fell toward me, but she still kept her feet on the ground. I raised my head and kissed her. I noticed that her skin was flushed, still more pink than usual. We kissed again, a long lingering spit-swapping kiss. But it was an awkward position so Julie finally pulled back and then climbed on the bed. She sort of squatted on my outstretched legs facing me, her butt resting against my knees.

She took my hands and folded them over her breasts, moving them back and forth while we looked at each other. Pretty soon she started humming. I'd learned that meant she was getting hot again and thinking about what she was going to do to me next. Because it was her game. I was learning and practicing and observing and all that stuff. I wanted to jump her bones in the worst way and of course that want communicated itself to my pecker. Julie dropped her gaze to my crotch and so did I. It was kind of funny actually; two people sitting quietly, watching a penis fill up with blood, slowly getting hard and rising to attention.

When my rod was standing and sort of semi-stiff Julie curled her torso down and then I felt her soft breath on me. Still curled over so I couldn't really see what she was doing, she took her hand and curled her fingers around the shaft. No pumping, just a nice friendly squeeze, but then I felt a little flick at the head where pre-come was starting to leak out. She slid off to the side and poked my legs apart a little.

"Spread 'em," she said and put her lips like maybe an inch over the tip. I could see now and I watched the tip of her tongue extend slowly out until she just touched the very tip of my dong. Then she inserted her other hand under my scrotum, started playing with my balls, moving them about, peering at them, bending my pecker side to side and up and down.

Finally, it was real sudden, she leaned over and sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Gad!! What a feeling! Impossible to describe. After a minute she let go and stuck her tongue on the shaft of my pecker. "This is called fellatio, oral sex, in case you didn't know," she said. She shifted again so her head was lying in my crotch facing me and my dong stood between us. I put a hand out and rested it on her naked hip.

"Now I don't want you to come for a while, so if I misjudge you, tell me. Some girls and women want to keep their virginity but they also want to have some kind of sex beyond ordinary groping. You get it?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak at that particular moment.

"So they do oral and you need to know what it's like. So," she smirked at me, "I'm gonna fellate you for a while, stud. Pay attention."

Like I needed reminding. So I watched. Yeah, I get off watching a hot babe diddle me with her mouth and her fingers and her tits. We'll get to that.

My thighs were trembling a little. It made Julie grin as she went back to work on my package. She did a lot of things that made me excruciatingly happy. But she didn't take my penis in her mouth. She didn't go fast and she often paused to look at my face, gauging how close I must be to exploding all over the place. And I was, several times. But I didn't. So she played with me, pulling the skin on my scrotum, using her teeth and her fingers and her lips in all sorts of neat ways. Eventually, of course, she got to my penis, my pecker, which by this time was stiff and leaking fluid like mad.

Then she started kissing it, beginning at the very base, she cupped my balls in one hand and kissed slowly up one side of my rod, then she went to the other side and did it all again. I was in some kind of state of agony and ecstasy. It's indescribable.

Then at long, long last, her wonderful mouth and tongue arrived at the tip of my pecker once again and this time she kissed it. She kissed the very top and then she sucked it a little. From that bomb of feeling she began a series of kissed alternated with sucking the head, the glans, as its called. Before we'd said a few things to each other, is this good, do you like this, oh yeah, stuff like that. Now there was no talking. I gasped and panted and she hummed. Her tongue danced around and around and over and into the groove and gradually she shifted just a little until her head was directly over my quivering dong. Oh, yeah, I was quivering all right. Writhing, even.

Her hot mouth descended ever so slowly over my soldier and down and down, until she had the whole length in her mouth. Now I'm not huge, like some of the studs you see in porn movies, but I'n not little, either. Average, I guess you'd say, six to seven inches long and sort of normal girth. Anyway, she took me all the way in and then began to do something with her mouth and throat that was sort of like dancing. It was fantastic. Ripples, vacuum, vibrations. Whoo. My butt cheeks began t flex and I could feel that long-suppressed urge to come building in my groin. She knew it, I could tell.

Julie pulled back a little and began to jack me up and down, up and down, and my hips, unwilling to sit this one out, began their own thrusting motion. It didn't take very long but it was wonderful. I came then, several times, jetting out my sperm and semen and she took it all in her mouth and swallowed it. Except for a small bit she let leak out around her lips.

When I finished and my head came back to my body, and I remembered where I was, Julie crawled up my body and kissed me. "Taste it, stud," she whispered. "Taste yourself on me."

"I already have," I whispered back and sucked her come-laden tongue into my mouth. Faintly salty, the stuff was mixed with her own spit and tasted nice. We tasted nice together. Now I was exhausted and I could tell Julie was tired too. We needed to rest. She dragged a sheet over us and we fell asleep in wadded sheets ripe with the drying fluids that smeared our groins and our faces, naked bodies wound together in an erotic mound of emotion and feeling. And I knew my sexual awakening adventure was still unfolding.



The Paper Route Ch. 06



The next thing I knew, I could see the outline of the window in Julie's bedroom. She murmured and rolled over. My testosterone urged me to put my arms around her, to caress that soft lightly tanned skin, to inhale the intoxicating aroma of her. To slide my rapidly stiffening cock inside her. My brain was frantically sending a different message.

Morning. It was early morning. Dawn. There was something. Good God! My paper route! I had to deliver the Sunday paper. If I didn't get going I'd be late to some customers at the end of the route and there's be complaints. Complaints would lead to questions about why I was late, questions with no answers. At least, no answers I was willing to give to anybody. Anybody at all.

I levered my body over Julie and slid down off the bed. I grabbed my scattered clothes, except for my undershorts which I couldn't locate and tiptoed out the door. Moving faster, I scooped up my bike in the back yard and eased into the alley, praying none of the neighbors was up yet. Fortunately, I'd been delivering the papers long enough that it was just about an unconscious routine. Since my fried brain was almost totally occupied with randy recollections of last night, it was a good thing I could deliver while on auto-pilot. I only had to go back to one house I forgot at the end of an odd lane. It was sort of an afterthought when they platted this part of the city. A screwy shaped lot with a tiny bungalow at the end of a dirt driveway. 

Two things happened that were unusual. Old Mrs. Pierson was already up. It was warm that morning and she was standing barefoot in her yard when I rode up. She wasn't wearing all that much. Her nightie looked to be the same one I'd seen her in before. It had a wide neck and it was thin and one strap had slipped down so her fat left boob was exposed right down to her nipple. She was standing looking at the front of her house, I guess, and didn't hear me until I got off my bike to put the paper on her step where she liked it.

When I turned around, she had also. I couldn't tell whether she knew she was exposed, but she didn't raise the strap. She just looked at me and smiled. "Morning, Buddy," she said. The sunlight was coming through her nightie so she might as well been naked, pretty much. I could see the hair at her crotch. It was long and hung down quite a ways. I looked away because I was afraid she'd catch me staring. So I smiled at her face and her bare boob.

"Nice morning, Mrs. Pierson," I said back and hopped back on my bike.

I rode away with one hand on my hard-on. Jeeze. She coulda been my grandma. The sun was almost up when I got to the apartment building where I had six customers. It meant I had to go inside the main hall when the door was unlocked. I worried about that because I hadn't had time to go home this morning and get my key ring. The manager had given me a key for when the door was locked. If the door was locked this morning, I was either gonna have to leave the papers in a pile at the front entrance or bike all the way home and back. Shit.

The building was split in two by the main hallway so there were three apartments on each side on each floor. All my customers were on the first floor. I went to the door and damn, it was locked. The front two apartments had little open porches with a couple of chairs so the people who lived there could sit outside and look at the lawn. That's important for what happened next.

I shook the door and then stepped back. One of my customers lived on the first floor left. Maybe, I thought, I could leave the six papers with a note on the chair on her porch. Customer 2766 High Street. Gloria Something-or-other. I piled the papers on her chair and was feeling myself for a scrap of paper to leave a note when the inside door to this apartment swung open and there was my customer. Her blond hair was tousled and it was obvious she'd just gotten out of the sack. She was wearing a thick terry-cloth robe and her feet were bare.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"I forgot my key. I was going to leave the papers here and write you a note."

She yawned and looked sort of vacantly at me. When she raised one hand to scratch her head, the robe gaped open above the belt. She definitely wasn't wearing anything else. I could see the whole valley of her cleavage and the insides of her breasts. Nice! Brought my hard-on back to life.

Gloria stared at me for a moment and then she grinned. I think she recognized the state of my crotch. "So, Buddy, right? The paper boy and you need to get in, right?" Hang on a minute."

When she turned to go back inside, her bare leg I remembered from the beach, came through the opening. More nice smooth skin. I picked up the papers and Gloria opened the main door and then went back to her apartment door, where she stopped. I put one paper down on the right and went toward her door. She turned around and put one hand on my chest. Somehow the belt had gotten a little loose so now there was a narrow gap down the entire front of her robe.

"Buddy, right? My nineteen-year-old paperboy." She smelled warm and funky. She smiled at me and I could see she had nice white even teeth. "What's a good-looking stud like you doing delivering papers?"

I smiled. I didn't think she was really interested, she was just trying to get a rise out of me. Playing a game. "Yes, ma'am," I said in a low voice. She didn't know it but I was a lot more experienced than the last time she'd seen me, at the beach. "It's just a summer job. I'll be back in college in the fall." I offered her her paper and she took it. She was still staring at my eyes. But she turned half around to set the paper down on a table by her door. Her robe swung open a little more and I got a pretty good eyeful of one of her boobs.

I wasn't as careful as I had been with Mrs. Pierson so Gloria caught me looking. She stood up slow and said, "Like what you see?"

"Yes, ma'am, very much." I nodded and turned away slowly to deliver the rest of the papers. When I started back down the hall toward the front entrance, Gloria was still standing in the half-open door to her apartment, only now the robe was open even wider and I could see both her fine boobs, the tan line where she should have been wearing her bikini bottom, and the fine hair on her snatch. She was a natural blond. As I walked toward her, she kept looking me in the face and slowly shut the door until she was gone inside as I passed her apartment. *** I finished my route in a sort of dream state and went home. I dithered about whether I should just go back to Julie's or what. Finally I jumped in the shower instead. My cock had hardly subsided at all between my memories of the previous night and the eye candy this morning. So I stood under the hot water and beat my meat. I ejaculated really hard, at least it felt like it, and when I got out of the shower, the phone was ringing.

I grabbed it with a wet hand and watched water running down my bare legs and make little puddles on the floor. "Buddy?" Her voice was soft and breathy in my ear and even though I'd just come hard in the shower, Julie somehow injected erotic and wonderful promises into that one word, so my cock started to rise again.

"Hi, Julie. Sorry I left so abruptly."

"It's okay. I know you had to deliver your papers. What are you doing right now?"

"I just got out of the shower."

"Oh, too bad. I was hoping we could shower together." Now my cock was rising even higher.

"I'd like that. A lot. Are you up?" I was looking at my cock and I don't know why I asked that.

"No, I'm lying here in bed pretty much like you left me. Naked. No clothes on. I'm remembering last night. You were great. I hope you know that. In fact, I'm feeling a little lonely. I think I have to get myself off before I can get going this morning. You understand?"

Oh, I understood, all right. So did my cock.

"Are you alone, there, Buddy?"

"Uh, yeah. I just got out of the shower so I haven't even dried off."

"Really. Are you naked like I am?"

"Yeah, sweetie."

"So, I'm touching my breasts. It feels good, but I wish it was your fingers. My nipples are getting hard." Suddenly it came to me she was really going to tease me and herself over the phone. "Talk to me, baby. Where are you? What are you feeling right now. Umm." She sighed and I could imagine what she was doing to herself.

I sat down on the bed by the phone. Then I stood up again and moved to where I could see myself in the big mirror. "I'm still wet. The sun is making little sparkles off the water drops on my—my belly."

"Sounds nice. I'm getting excited. My hand is sliding down my body and my fingers are just starting to curl around my pussy? Can you see it?"

I could all right. I could see every little fold, her pink inner lips starting to get even rosier and moisture starting to glisten in the sunlight. Shit. I wanted to be there! 

Talk to me Buddy? Are you getting a little excited now? Is your cock getting hard?"

"Oh yeah."

"Did you jack off in the shower while you thought about last night? Hmmmm?" She sighed and panted at me and kissed the telephone.

I wrapped my fingers around myself and started in again, slowly pumping my fist on my cock. "I don't think I can take much of this, Julie. I'm gonna come again."

"Don't go so fast. I'm not quite ready." She talked me down a little and then we sometimes talked over each other, going faster and faster, describing our feelings, rubbing our own flesh and listening to each other until we both climaxed almost simultaneously. I sent a lovely arc of creamy semen out and onto the floor, grunting and jamming my hips into the air, flexing my butt. What Julie described was not as violent, but it was fantastic. Phone sex. Who knew?

"Do you have a dildoe?" I asked her that later after we'd got our breathing back to more or less normal.

"Yes, and if you're a really good boy I'll show you how to use it. On both of us." She laughed. I wasn't sure what that meant.

I didn't tell her about Mrs. Pierson or Gloria. I decided to save that for later when we were together. We arrange for me to bike over to her house after dark that Sunday. I was at loose ends for the whole day, so I ignored the telephone, and cleaned up the house, just to be useful. Dark came and I knocked gently on the back door. There were a few lights on but she didn't answer. So I knocked again. It was damn dark in her yard and because the moon wasn't up, I couldn't see much of anything.

Suddenly I felt a presence behind me and before I could turn Julie's bare arms came around me and she kissed my bicep. "Take off your shirt," she whispered and stepped back. I did. "Now your pants." So I stripped, leaving only my briefs and the sandals I'd worn. She tugged my hand and we sort of stumbled into the dark yard. I realized, that even though I could see almost nothing, Julie was naked. Jeeze! Another adventure.

She sat me down in a metal lawn chair in the middle of the yard. Yikes! The metal seat was cold for a minute. This one had lost its arms, which was fortunate, because as soon as I sat down Julie climbed onto my lap, straddling my hips. We kissed and she gently and slowly rubbed her tits on my chest, giving me lots of tongue at the same time. Her hips squirmed and naturally Mr. Cock responded smartly. Before I could take three deep breaths, he was poking at the lips of her sex. Julie squirmed some more and Mr. Cock obliged by sliding partway in.

Meanwhile our hands and mouths and tongues were busy exploring, tweaking, pressing, caressing in an orgy of sensations. Kissing. Man, that woman knew how to kiss! Then she stopped and pressed a finger against my lips shushing me. I heard crunching gravel from the alley. People were walking there!

Two couples, one with a dog, walked by in the alley while we fucked in the yard, right on the other side of the fence. Neighbors apparently. We silently giggled which caused belly ripples, which caused interesting sensations farther down. By the time the second couple strolled by Mr. Cock was fully engaged. After the second couple left the alley, none the wiser, Julie bounced up and down on me a couple of times and then quickly disengaged. Stooping she kissed the end of my cock and dragged me to my feet. Garden party over.

We picked up a couple of bottles of tap water and went to the bedroom where I could see Julie had changed the sheets. These were pale blue and very smooth. She crawled up on the bed and took the same position I'd had the previous night. She leaned back against a big pillow and spread her legs. I had a clear view of her cunt, her sex. It's puffy pink lips and the tiny line of hair that pointed at her navel.

"Put your legs inside mine," she directed "and scoot closer so your feet are right here," indicating her crotch. She picked up my feet one at a time and inspected my toes. "You like this?" she sucked my big toe and ran her warm tongue between my other toes. Whoo! Along with the outstanding view of her charms, she was giving me a whole new set of sensations. "You need to trim your toenails. They're too long and too sharp."

I didn't know that and I was about to ask her why it mattered when she showed me. She took one foot and maneuvered my big toe between the lips and commenced to slowly rub her clit. Dang me! More new sensations. Mostly for her, of course, but I could see that all these techniques she was teaching me would come in real handy in the future.

"Now for a main course. You need to learn about oral sex. Maybe you've noticed that most porno films show blow jobs. I don't know why they're called that. There's not much blowing involved, is there? A lot of us girls and women love oral sex. I mean we love to be eaten out, to use a crude phrase. If you learn to be good going down on a woman, you'll have 'em lining up at your door."

My mouth must have been hanging open. Sure, I figured there had to be some technique involved, but I was still having trouble hearing this luscious naked woman paying with my toes and talking to me in such a matter of fact way about sex. But, as I said, I ain't no dummy, so lead on. I'll become a master sucker!

"I'm up for this," I smirked.

"I can see that," Julie pointed at my stiffie. "Just bend him out of the way and bring your other head over here."

She scooted down and slid a small pillow under her hips, shifting about on the bed. Then she had me crack open the closet door so she could see her crotch in the big mirror on the door. I rolled over and kissed her belly, tongued her navel and slid ever lower. Now I could smell her musk, her essence. Julie was already excited and her sex was getting wet. Well, I was already up for whatever came next.

Once again, slow was the order of the day. Slow and gentle. I learned to tease her, upper thighs, lower belly, using fingers and tongue, circling the target. Julie's legs were bent at the knee, splayed out to give me complete access. I played, touching, feeling, surface probing and taking occasional direction from her slightly panting voice. She mentioned that it would be nice from time to time to play with her girls, her breasts and nipples, while we went along, but I wasn't to worry about that right now. Every so often she'd clutch my head and I'd notice a little ripple in the skin of her belly.

Eventually, I got to her clit, which was a lot like a little penis in that hers got larger when she was excited. I learned to kiss it, to nuzzle it with my nose, even to blow on it. Tonguing was best, however. My spit combined with her flowing juices and then Julie's legs got tense when I started giving her first soft, then harder tongue. 

"You have to pay attention to your partner's wishes," she gasped at one point. "Ohhhhh. Ohhh, my, yes! Right there! Yes, yes! Ohh. Umm, now where was I"

"I should pay attention," I muttered, raising my mouth off her sex just enough so I could talk. My tongue flicked her clit again.

"Oh, yeah. Some women, after one or two orgasms, get really sensitive, right There! Oh. Right where you are now! Ooooh, yes, baby, more. Uhhh. I can't stop now." Her thighs came up and clamped my ears and her hips spasmed into my face, snapping my head up. Once. Twice. Her fingers clutched my head, pressing me to her crotch. For a moment breathing was a problem, then she relaxed and I could tell that she had drifted away on the sensations I had induced. Wow! I did that. I gave this woman a big slam-bang orgasm. Good deal!

Moments later she rolled onto her side and urged me to slide up so our faces were together. My face was wet with her juices and my dong was a little tender from being pressed against the bed while I was eating her.

"Well, stud, beside the big O you just gifted me, I've had the pleasure of four small ones. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm impressed. With my tongue." I laughed. Wow.

Julie swept her tongue over my lips and cheeks, tasting her own juices, smiling all the while. "Practice will make you even better. Just remember, most women love cunilingus, but they are embarrassed to ask for it. We know a lot of men, most men, probably, won't do it, even when they want women to give them oral sex. But I figure turn about is only fair. If you want me to suck your cock, you better be willing to eat my cunt." She grinned at me, but I was a little uncomfortable hearing those blunt and crude words from her. So I stopped her voice by kissing her, just the way she'd taught me, long and slow with lots of spit and tongue, until we were both panting for breath.

When I finally pulled back, she was more serious, her eyes large in the dim lamplight, her lips parted and glistening, and her fingers. Oh yeah, her hands had found my now raging hard-on and her gentle fingers were playing magic music on my balls and on my cock, bringing ripples of feeling up and down my body.

"Do you know about sixty-nine?" she whispered gently tugging my prick toward that sweet wet shining entrance to her core.

"Sort of. I got the basics, but you'll teach me, right?" I whispered back, caressing her breast and sliding one hand over her trembling thighs. I zeroed in on one soft titty and began to suck in into my mouth.

"Yeah, only now I want you in me," she gasped, arching her back to feed me more flesh. "All the way in me. No fingers, just your manhood, your cock. Stick it in me baby," and she inhaled a ragged breath as I did exactly that, sliding over her smooth body, bending aside her legs and slowly penetrating her all the way to the hilt, my shaft went and we began the climb to nirvana together.



The Paper Route Ch. 07



It was coming on toward morning again and I knew I had to get out of Julie's bed and deliver the damn newspapers. I rolled over and I must have awakened my sleeping beauty. She sighed and stretched like a cat arching her back, lifting those delicious rosy-tipped tits. I watched her through slitted eyes as she curled down and I felt her fingers gently searching across my hip and then my groin until she circled her fingers around my scrotum. She tugged on my balls and pushed them around a little. Naturally my penis noticed the attention.

After a minute there was her breath, then her tongue, then her lips gently touching the rising end of my cock, very, softly, feather-light. Abruptly I felt a whole other sensation. Something I quickly identified as a finger, was wandering over my ass, circling closer and closer to my rectum. Odd name. My ass hole. Another label I don't like much. I guess that's because so many people use it to insult other guys. I mean, calling somebody an asshole is pretty much asking for a fight.

Anyway, that's where she was headed, all right. Finger play. Probing. Pushing, teasing. Fine sensations. My butt cheeks flexed. I hoped I didn't fart, not that it seemed likely. While this was going on her legs and knees seemed to be crawling my way. I twisted my head toward her and was greeted with a closeup of her sex nestled between those smooth tender thighs. Yummy. I reached my arm over her hip and patted her fanny. I guess that encouraged her.

Next thing I knew Julie was lifting her hips up and swinging her upper leg over me so she straddled my body. More yummy. Now she was lying almost full length on me with her head toward my ass. The sensation of her breasts and tummy sliding over me was amazing. And guess what? There was her pussy right on my nose. So I licked her. Who wouldn't have? Whoo. Nice smell, nice touch. She pushed her pussy even closer so I could insert my tongue. I helped myself with some finger play as well. She began to leak onto my face.

By now, of course, my manhood, my rod, was at full rigid attention. Julie began to push a finger up my ass, meanwhile running her tongue around the head of my cock and tickling the tiny opening we have. It was outstanding! Awesome. I licked harder. So did she.

Pretty quickly I could feel her head bobbing up and down on my cock and she angled her head to take almost the whole length of me in her throat. Sucking...sucking....bobbing....bobbing. Wow. I was gonna come any second. I sucked harder and ran fingers and tongue into her as far as I could manage. Began to wiggle and vibrate both. Breathing got harder. Uhhhh, I sort of grunt-gasped.

Julie had her mouth full so no verbal response, but then. Whooo! My hips started to buck. I was right on the verge of coming and I could feel that urge starting somewhere around my toes, I think. And then she jammed her finger all the way to the knuckle in my ass and I came. Big time! I mean it was sensational. I was shaking and almost forgot to attend to my lady at the same time. But I managed although I think I could have been a little more attentive. But she came.

Oh, yes. She had a great orgasm. I felt it in her thighs, in the way her belly rippled over my chest, the way she snorted and sucked even harder, swallowing every bit of my come. She came again. Her thighs clenched around my ears and I thought I was gonna die. After a few minutes we spiraled back down and fell a little apart.

"Good, huh?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah. The best."

"You have to be careful with that, you know," she said. "My fingers are slender so I knew I'd fit easily. But if you do that to some girl, you better go slow and use lube." She kissed me, opened her mouth and slid out the tip of her pink tongue. We played suck-face for a minute or two. My cock was quivering and Julie grinned at me. I think. We were too close to really see, but I felt her lips turn up.

"C'mon, baby. Can you do it again Can you come for Julie once more this morning?" She was squirming and nuzzling and running her fingers into my mouth and my armpits and into my crotch. She curled up and climbed on me so that my soft cock slid up the crack of her ass and she bounced lightly to make me harder.

I had my hands and mouth all over her. She was moaning, and squirming and then she shifted and stuffed my semi-hard cock in her snatch. "Be still," she hissed, grinding against me, riding up until just the tip of my cock was in her pussy. Then she slammed down. Once, twice. I'd never felt her like this before. She was being rough with me. Then she raised up and spun around without losing contact and slammed down on my cock again. I heard her grunt and hiss and she was riding me harder and harder. I had my hands on her hips and from way back somewhere I could feel the pressure building. Her head was down with her hair like a veil over her face. Drops of moisture landed on my chest. She must have been sweating.

She came then, with a high keening sound that triggered my own orgasm. I spurted deep into her vagina, once, twice, quivering with a toe-curling spasm. No sooner was she finished but she threw herself off my and curled into a ball in one corner of the bed,

I rolled to a sitting position and shook my head. I was still dizzy with our emotion and the physicality of it. Probably the best sex I'd ever experienced. I grabbed my clothes and swept a quick kiss on Julie's bare shoulder.

"Gotta run, sweetie. My folks get home this afternoon, so I'll call you tomorrow." Late, I ran out stumbling over a big cardboard box in the dining room as I went.

Papers delivered, I went home and set to cleaning a little so it seemed as if I'd been there instead of off sleeping and screwing my brains out with a woman almost old enough to be my mother. That evening my off-again, on-again girl friend, Janice, dropped over. My folks were in the back yard messing about in the garden I guess and there was Janice sashaying up the front walk. I opened the screen door and she waltzed on in with a big grin on her face, like she was really glad to see me.

We talked about school and Janice said she was glad to be home and how she was going back to school in a couple of months, but she missed me. "What?" I said, "No action."

"Oh, sure, but none of the guys seem as, I don't know, aware as you. Hard for you to believe, I know, but I missed you, you jerk."

Really? I thought about it while I took a swig of my soda. I thought about the way she looked coming up the walk. More grown up. More aware, I thought. She'd changed. Or maybe it was things I'd learned from Julie. I had a different perception now, I guess. Janice was wearing shorts and a halter top, just like she did most of the time every summer I'd known her. But now she was different.

She was showing me a lot of cleavage. Especially when she leaned toward me. And she did that quite a lot. In the past she'd always be tugging up on her top. Now she didn't seem to mind showing me the tops of her titties. I looked at her in a kind of fixed way. I mean I started at her boobs. Her nipples poked at the material of her top when she saw me looking. My stare turned her on, I guess.

We talked about a lot of things and I was pretty sure she was starting to come on to me a little, something else she'd never done before. It got late and Janice said she had to go. When we stood up I went to kiss her cheek but she stepped closer and we did a lip lock. I pulled back a little to see what was going on and she was grinning. At the same instant, I felt her hand slide across my crotch. It was a light touch but when I thought about it later, it seemed too long to be a mistake.

I watched her all the way down the walk to her car and saw her wave at me before she got behind the wheel. Hmm. She was a virgin when she went away to school the previous fall. I was almost certain of that. Now she was different. Maybe somebody at college had gotten into her pants in a more serious way than I ever did. The next morning I had only a minute to call Julie and tell her that things had come crashing down and I was going to be busy for the whole day.

In the afternoon, the kid who really owned the paper route, the guy I was subbing for, dropped by and took back his route. We talked for a while and I could tell he hadn't had any interesting encounters with his customers.

Later that day Larry called. "Hey, dude, beach time. I'll swing by and pick you up. A bunch of others are comin' too."

I couldn't refuse. Besides, Larry was my bud and I had been sort of neglecting him for several weeks while Julie and I were screwing our brains out. So I scratched together some weinies and other stuff and we made it out to the beach about six. It was still plenty hot and the sand was crowded with mostly kids.

After an hour, a big bunch of us from school were just hanging around baking in the sun and playing a little frisbee. I got up and said, "Lar, I'm gonna cool off."

"Look," he said. I looked and there was Janice and a couple of her buds coming toward us.

"Sorry we're late." She dropped her blanket beside me and the three of them took off their beach robes. It was like there was a pause. I heard some whistles. Yeah, so high school, right? But here thy were, three honeys wearing really sexy two piece swim suits. I mean wow. I guess my mouth fell open because Janice giggled at me. She looked stunning. I didn't remember her tits being that big. And those hips, wow.

"Hot, " she said and the three of them trotted off to the water. Well, hell, since I was already intending to go for another swim, who better to go in with?

I trotted after them, accompanied by some hoots from the guys. The four of us splashed around some, dunking each other, Then Janice's two buddies challenged Janice and me to a dunking contest. I was to be the horse and Janice got up on my shoulders. Larry offered to be a horse for April, but they waved him off, which was a little weird, but hey, you go with the flow, right?

So I went out a little farther, up to my shoulders and Janice climbed aboard. She squeezed my neck with her thighs. Nice. I imagined her pussy, right there. I'd only actually seen it once. I wondered what she'd do if I swiveled my head around and put my teeth on her crotch. Like I could get that far. Anyway, we had an advantage because I was taller and heavier, so April was almost nose in the water when they came out to meet us. Janice made me walk in a little way so April wouldn't drown. They were all three giggling something fierce like they were sharing some private joke.

We came together and Janice and Carol grabbed at each other. Now they were all wearing two-piece bikini's and Carol must have filled out quite a bit after graduation. At least I didn't remember her tits being that developed. But at 18 she had a real chest on her now and straining against Janice, the bra slipped back and forth so I was looking at an erect nipple every so often and even a whole bared boobie. 

Carol didn't seem to notice, but I did. Mr. Pecker got the message. I was glad we in the lake. But then things got out of hand. I was on the lakeside and Carol and Alice were on the beach side, so my plan was to gradually drag them into deeper water and it was working. Janice and Carol were locked together, practically chest to chest, and Carol kept flexing her hips which pushed Alice closer to me. She was dancing on her toes to keep her nose and mouth above water. I backed up one more step.

The guys on the beach were all watching now and hooting and hollering. Alice grabbed a big breath of air and sank under the water. She just let go of Carol and bent her knees. I knew she was on the swim team so she wasn't going to be in any trouble, but I didn't figure I could hold the other two up any longer. I let go of Janice's thighs and threw my arms around Carol in a sort of bear hug. We fell over with a huge splash and that's when I realized there were hands inside my boxer swim trunks, clutching my semi-rigid pecker. It had to be Alice!

When we fell over, Janice plunged off me for two strokes and then came right back. I was still holding Carol and looking at her bare breasts crushed against my chest. Alice exploded from the bottom of the lake and whooped. I win! I win! Then the three girls erupted again in fits of laughter. 

"How you gonna prove it?" said Carol.

By now the four of us were stand in chest deep water, close together. I felt Janice slid one leg around my hip so her calf rested across my groin. "If I know Buddy, he'll tell the truth, since I can tell he still has his trunks on."

The light dawned. I'd been set up. "Truth? One of you had your fingers in my pants which we were wrestling about." I grinned and snaked a hand around Janice's waist, and had a sudden idea. "But I was so busy there, I really don't know who it was."

The girls looked at me blankly.

"I can think of only one way to prove which of you was being so indecent," I said. My smile felt a yard wide. Janice looked back at me with a wondering look. A year ago none of this would have taken place.

"Close your eyes," she said. Giggles exploded all around. I did as she asked. Immediately two hands slid down my belly and inside the waistband of my trunks. A moment later, a third joined them. One went immediately farther down and cupped my balls. The other two hands were content to rest on my prick which was responding to the stimulation and gaining rigidity. 

"Hmm," I said, stalling. Hell, this was fun. I was going to drag it out as long as I could. "It's hard to tell." It wasn't at all, of course. "You'll have to give me a little finger play there."

Snorting was the response, although one set of fingers curled around Mr. Pecker and squeezed gently. That was Janice. Even with my eyes closed I knew whose hands were which. I was standing between Janice and Carol with Alice bobbing and fussing in front. 

Another fit of giggling overtook Jance and then all three were into it. Hands withdrew leaving my trunks dangerously lower. Game over. "I cannot tell a lie. No question it was Alice who got there first." She rewarded me with a big smooch on my chest, clapped her hands and we all went to the beach where Larry was yelling it was time to hit the picnic table. Mr. Pecker subsided so I was not embarrassed to walk out of the water, but I got a couple of envious glances from some folks on the beach.



The Paper Route Ch. 08



We gathered at a picnic table we'd commandeered earlier in the evening and spread out the goodies. The edible goodies, I mean. One of the guys got a small fire going to burn the weenies and brats. Larry came over and slid onto the bench beside me.

"So, dude, how are things between you and Janice?"

"Fine, I think. Why?"

He shrugged and looked away. "I hear stuff. Since she's back home and you've been kind of MIA, I guess she's wonderin' what's up."

I was about to answer when Janice slipped onto the bench on the other side of me and snaked her arm around my bare waist. All of us were still in bathing suits and when her left breast pushed against my arm it slid up partway out of her bra. She glanced down quickly and then back at me with a grin. I guess she decided her exposure wasn't enough to worry about. I noticed, because last year at the beach she would have been wearing something that covered more and she would have adjusted herself. There was a change in her attitude.

"Hey," she smiled. "You happy here? Doing all right? Her right hand reached across below the table and landed on my bare thigh. This girl was definitely being a lot more forward than used to be the case. 

"With you right here, baby, I'm happy. I'm doing just fine." I turned my head and nuzzled her earlobe. She didn't pull away so I stuck my tongue gently in her ear, just to see what her reaction would be. She didn't pull away immediately, but after a second she patted my crotch and slid away, standing up in the same moment. A big wink and then Janice's attention was claimed by Carol. They went off to one of the cars.

Larry smirked at me and said in a low voice, "So, dude, looks like you might get lucky tonight. I'm pretty sure little Alice and I are gonna do the nasty later on. He grunted and rocked his hips. "Man I can't wait to jam it into her hot snatch."

I looked at him and Julie's voice came into my head. "Lar, d'you know if she's a virgin?"

"What? Who cares? She's almost twenty, fer cri' sakes."

"Listen, pal, do yourself a favor and take it slow with her. I got the impression out there in the lake that she's ready for you but she's a little nervous."

"Slow. Didn't you tell me that once before?" Larry nodded.

"Yeah. If you wait on Alice, make it nice, and take your time, I'm tellin' you true, it'll be a whole lot better."

Larry looked down at the table, then canted a sidewise glance at me. "Something about you. Why do I get the feeling you know things now you aren't telling?"

I hesitated. The urge to tell him about Julie was strong. We'd always shared everything. But I couldn't and stay true to my promise to her. I sat there like a lump.

The evening wore on and it got dark. We pretty much quit running around and paired up. The local cops came by. Long as we were reasonably quiet and not drinking, they left us alone, but the beach closed at ten-thirty. Then Larry's car wouldn't start so I piled his stuff in mine along with Alice and Janice and we took off. I'd planned to drive to this private little road about five miles out of town and have some serious face time with Janice. Well, yeah, I figured we could maybe get farther than ever before. I didn't know if she was a virgin or not. I didn't think about it, much. Janice was hot and I liked her a lot, but...

Did I want to be a couple with Janice? We hadn't had sex, even when we were making out pretty hot and heavy on dates during school. But she was going to be gone back to college in a few weeks. What then? Before Julie, I would have taken a mercy fuck, you bet! But now, I wasn't so sure.

Much later, the party broke up like these things always do. With mutual understanding between Larry and me, I found the road and we pulled way in so the car couldn't be seen from the highway. I smiled at Janice as I turned off the ignition. I had a blanket in the trunk and I turned around to offer it to Larry and Alice in the back seat. I looked and figured I was too late with the offer.

They were wound together in one corner of the back seat and Alice was already naked from the waist up. Just like I suspected, she had firm little tits that stuck out real nice. I could only see her left one, because Larry was fastened to the other, sucking for all he was worth. Alice had her head back and her eyes closed, obviously enjoying what Larry was doing. I stared at them until Janice put her fingers under my chin and pulled my face around so she could give me a big smooch.

I slid my arm around her and pulled her in. My pecker sprang to life. She leaned her head away just a little and said, "So, you like to watch too?"

"Sure," I said, but doing is better."

She nodded and leaned in for another liplock and this time our mouths opened and our tongues came into play. After a minute, Janice took my hand and slid it up under her tank top and onto her breast. No bra. Zing! She put her hand over mine on her titty and I commenced to play with her nipple. It got hard and I lifted my hand so the bottom of her top slid up and there it was, a nice mouthful of soft flesh. I licked it. I ran my tongue around the base. Then I slowly ran my tongue up to the nipple and then over, leaving a wet trail. Then I went back and blew on her nipple. Janice was starting to squirm.

Boy was Julie right on the money. Play with them, she'd told me. Most women want their men to spend more time on their breasts. Try it, you'll both like it. So I touched Janice's nipple with the tip of my tongue. Once twice, then I blew on it some more. Finally I carefully sucked her nipple into my mouth and began to stroke it with my tongue.

Janice was getting hot, I could tell. Her breath was coming in pants and her heart was racing. She moaned. There were a couple of moans from the back seat as well. Helped things along. I managed to raise Janice's top above both breasts so I could lay some loving attention on both of them, alternating, rubbing one while I sucked on the other. I was getting hot. We slid down on the bench seat. The steering wheel was digging into my back and Janice was rocking her hips up against me and then down. There was only a few inches of play under the steering wheel but she made the most of it, Up and down, up and down. Then she raised one knee and slid it up between my legs until her thigh was firmly planted in my crotch, putting pressure on my balls and pecker. Felt great, even though I knew I'd never get my pants off unless we broke apart and rearranged things.

Janice wasn't letting go of me. She held on and moaned a little louder. So what the hell, I kept on loving her bare breasts. I was having a fine time. Then I stuck my tongue in her belly button. She bucked her hips even harder.

"Ohmygod," somebody whispered. I felt the car rocking a little. I sucked some more and pressed my fingers against Janice's breasts. We were kind of jammed against the seat back, but I didn't want to break the mood. I sent my mouth down again to explore nipple country, sucked even a little harder and without any warning, Janice's whole body, at least all the parts I was in close contact with, seemed to go rigid. She stopped breathing. Her back arched. Her fingers clutched my head.

It was at that moment I realized what was happening. My girl was having an orgasm. Wow. It was really happening. I'd managed to bring her off without ever getting in her pants. She took a huge breath and went limp. Her hands slid off my head and it was like every bone in her body had turned to water. She sighed and breathed and looked at me. There was just enough light so I could see the expression of wonder and delight on her face.

"Wow," she breathed. "Amazing. Just amazing. Incredible. You are fantastic."

I kissed her nose and smiled. Then I slowly sat up. We kissed again and Janice said, "Are you all right? Do you want me to do something?" I think she blushed a little.

"I'm fine, I'm okay," I said. And as I said it, I realized I really was fine. I hadn't actually come, but my erection was gone and I had this calm satisfied feeling. Awesome. Interesting, satisfaction without a blast, from helping my partner to her climax. I looked over the seat to discover Larry and Alice had left the car and the back door was hanging open. When I looked around I saw two dark shadows leaning against a nearby tree. Larry had his back against the tree holding Alice up so their hips were together. She was naked and his pants were around his ankles. Alice was thrusting against him and grunting softly.

"Oh dear," Janice breathed in my ear. "I hope he's wearing a condom. Alice doesn't take the pill."             **** Alice and Larry eventually returned to my car, mostly dressed and we left the little woods. We got to Alice's place and she stuck her head forward between the seats and whispered, "Twice. He made me come twice. I practically had to beg for it. Awesome. G'night."

When we dropped Larry at his place he came around to the driver's side and leaned down. "Thanks, Buddy, for everything. I mean it."

I knew what he was referring to. He' d gone slow with Alice and they'd had a fine time. With me, not so good. When we got to Janice's place she told me she was leaving the next day to go back to school. Even though school didn't start for a month, she told me she'd met a guy. They were dating and she was pretty sure he might be the one. THE ONE.

I watched her through the early morning darkness going up the steps. We'd dated a lot in high school, and I might never see her or talk to Janice again, except at holiday times, maybe until she got married. Was I sad? I examined my feelings and I was, a little. But I wasn't devastated. For one thing, we both knew that I was turning into a good lover, and she's was losing that.

I drove home past Julie's house. It was dark. Two days later Tom called. It was his paper route that had led me to Julie. He wanted me to do his route one more time. The night before I was to deliver the papers, he brought me a list of changes. What he'd done was print out a list of his customers and then drawn a line through the cancellations and written in two new customers. When I looked at the list, my stomach lurched. There was a line through Julie's address.

The date of each cancellation was on the line by the addresses. Julie's date of cancellation was the same as the last night we'd spent together in her bed. After Tom left. I rode my bike to Julie's I stopped in the dark street and stared at her house. It was dark. I remembered the boxes in her living room and how wild she'd been when we'd had sex that night. I knew then that I would never see Julie again.

The next morning, I got to the apartment building on High Street a little late. My one customer, Gloria Whatever was already up. She was sitting in a plastic chair on her little porch in a robe, holding a steaming mug of coffee.

"Mornin', stud. Buddy right?" I nodded and handed her the paper.

"You back to doing this on a regular basis?"

"No, ma'am. Just helping out for today."

"I see, could you use of cup of coffee?"

"That's kind of you, but I guess not today." I was still feeling bereft, knowing Julie was gone from my life.

Gloria sipped her coffee and looked at me over the rim of the mug. She was seated with her bare feet up on the porch rail. It made the skirt of her robe fall away from those long smooth legs of hers, almost all the way to her hips.

"I guess you're missing Julie."

"Excuse me?" I probably jerked my head a little. This woman knew about me and Julie?"

"She moved back home to Indiana. She didn't say much. Julie's not the kind to kiss and tell and I gather you aren't either." Now she was staring at me, lowered the mug to her lap.

"Well, things happen, I guess," I said.

"Yeah. She said you are a good student."

"She did? She said that?" I wondered what else this woman—Gloria—knew. When she put the mug of coffee in her lap she moved her feet a little apart so I could see into the dark shadow right at her crotch.

She shifted and slowly slid one hand into the front of her robe and she must have put her fingers around her breast, because the robe pouched out a little. I stared at her crotch. I knew she knew what I was staring at. I didn't care.

"It occurred to me maybe you'd like to continue your lessons."

"It did."

I sounded a little stupid, I guess, but Gloria just smiled and put her feet down off the rail. She stood up and said, "Come around to the door to the apartment," and she went inside.

I was pretty sure where this was going, so I locked my bike to the railing and went inside to her door. I knocked.

"It's unlocked," I heard her call. I twisted the knob and opened the door. Gloria was standing a little way inside the room, one hand on her hip. She was naked.

           END