11 comments/ 55450 views/ 9 favorites Marianna Lends A Hand By: furryfan Chapter One: In the tub. It's no fun being disabled, I learned, even if the disability isn't permanent. The things you are used to doing for yourself quite easily become major chores requiring considerable effort. While the back surgery I just had endured would eventually make life a lot easier, for the forseeable future I was going to need a lot of assistance. Being a widower, there was no one at home to give me the help I was going to need. One thing I knew for certain was that there was no way I was going to a nursing home or anything like that. I was only 59, and while that's not the prime of life, I still had my pride. Luckily, I had good insurance, and after getting out of the hospital I was able to get the services of an agency that would provide a home health care aide for a few hours each day. It wasn't cheap, but the insurance company logically figured out the money they would save by keeping me out of the hospital, and quickly agreed to it. The first person didn't work out very well. Not only did he have a shaky grasp of the language, I also felt uncomfortable being handled, shall we say, intimately? There was only one man I trusted to handle my equipment, and that man was me. Being alone for several years gave me way too many occassions to prove that I was no "master of my domain", but if I was going to be taken care of in those personal regions I wanted the person to be female. Call me what you will. The second person that was assigned to me was a female, and that made me happy. She would not likely be considered a classic beauty by most men, but I found her very attractive, and it didn't take me long to find that I would be enjoying her company. Marianna was her name, and she was a fairly recent immigrant from Italy, coming over with her parents. She was a very shy and quiet young woman, 19 years old as I would later learn, and when she spoke her voice was so soft I had to struggle to hear her. Her hair was jet black and wavy, and fell over her shoulders. Her body was a little on the slender side, but it was more the slouched way she walked and carried herself that accentuated that look. Marianna's skin was a deep olive tone, and her eyebrows were thick and came close to being a uni-brow, resting just above her Streisand-like nose. After a couple of days she began to be more relaxed around me, and the comfortable feeling was mutual. It became even more so on the day she first bathed me. I had been given this seat that fit over the sides of the tub, and when Marianna brought me into the bathroom the bath tub had already been filled. Marianna helped me off with my pajama top as I fought the stirrings of my cock, not wanting to give the young lady the impression that I was a horny old man. I was, of course, but I didn't want her to know that. Not just yet at least. The prospect of another Carlos on the job was not appealing to me in the least. She undid the bottoms and pulled them off my legs as I put my hand on her shoulder for support. I had managed to keep myself at half mast, which made me look more impressive than I would have been limp, but when I saw Marianna glance at my cock while taking off the pajamas I had to force myself to think of other things to keep the old boy down. "Be careful please, Mr. Phelps," Marianna said as she helped me step gingerly into the tub. "I will," I assured Marianna as I lifted my leg gingerly over the side. "I'm so glad I have you to lean on." That was certainly the truth. It was very nice to get to rub up against a woman again, and to smell their scent once more. The other truth was that I didn't need all the help I was getting. Fact was, I could get around much better than I was letting on to Marianna. When the guy was doing her job, I jumped into the tub so fast you'd never know anything was wrong. As far the washing, I handled that pretty much on my own. Especially certain areas. For Marianna, I was playing more helpless, and doing a pretty good job of it as far as I could see. Marianna tested the water and then unbuttoned her sweater. The white short-sleeved blouse was rather shapeless, but I could see the outline of what appeared to be a nice little pair of breasts. "You can take your blouse off if you'd find that more comfortable," I said to Marianna, and then smiled to let her know that I was kidding, a little. "I don't think that the agency, they would like that," Marianna said in her heavily accented and slightly fractured English. "You probably would not care for it very too much either." My eyes strayed to Marianna's arms, and I felt my cock surge as I saw that her forearms were covered with fine black hair. Somewhat dense in growth, her hairy forearms brought back memories of long ago, and how I wished she would have taken off the blouse as I had asked. Fine dark hair, less dense and thick, graced the outside of her slender arm from above her elbow up to where the sleeve of the blouse cut off my view. Marianna saw me staring at her arms and got very self conscious, probably thinking that I was appalled by the sight. I averted my eyes, not knowing what else to do. What could I say that would not offend her or make her uncomfortable? What was very obvious was that I had an erection. A full blown hard on that was swaying in front of me, and the condition was not helped as Marianna rubbed the washcloth over my back and chest. Lifting my arms and giving Marianna access to my armpits, my cock sprang wildly as she soaped and rinsed the sensitive area under my arms. How I would like to return the favor, I thought to myself as my mind pondered the possibility as to what I would find if I did. After she finished scrubbing, I watched as her eyes drifted downward, doing a brisk double take when she saw my cock springing around obscenely. She pretended not to notice and went about her business, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering the washcloth. Kneeling at the side of the bathtub, Marianna rested her hand on my thigh as she scrubbed my feet and legs. Gently I set my hand on her wrist, hoping that she would not mind the incidental contact. When she seemd not to notice or mind, I let my hand slide up her forearm, reveling in the softness of the downy hair. Marianna worked her way up my calves, and I couldn't help but notice that my still energized cock wasn't that far from her face. Wouldn't it be like a porn movie if she suddenly bent over and started sucking me, I remember thinking to myself. How long had it been since the poor thing had been in a warm and moist mouth, or even a hand other than my own? Way too long, which was probably why I was having such perverted thoughts about this poor girl who was so young she could be my granddaughter. Marianna had me lean a little forward on the chair, and began scrubbing between my legs. She was making a point to avoid my cock, still very hard and throbbing, and instead worked the cloth between my ass cheeks. My hand slid up Marianna's arm even further, and I was now gripping her bicep. "Whoops," I said as I lost my balance for a second. I was losing my balance because of the very intimate way Marianna was scrubbing around my anus. My legs were trembling as she worked her hand around the sensitive opening, and I noticed that she was no longer using the washcloth. Now her soapy hand was lathering my balls, and as she rolled the orbs in her palm I felt very lightheaded. It was a very thorough washing she was giving my nuts, and how I hoped she would not touch my cock, because I was afraid that I would orgasm right then and there. Just then, Marianna leaned forward a little bit, and as she did, the sleeve of the blouse slid upward. My eyes glanced over, and as her elbow moved away from her side, I could see right up the sleeve. It all happened in a matter of seconds. As the sleeve opened up, I caught a glimpse of Marianna's armpit. An armpit full of the darkest and thickest jungle of hair imaginable, and just inches from my hand. A gasp escaped out of me, and as Marianna looked up to see what was the matter, I came. She hadn't touched my cock, but it erupted nonetheless. My face must have been a sight to see, as the full range of emotions must have played out over my features. Horror, pleasure, panic, lust and humiliation were what I felt, as my cock spasmed uncontrollably. Marianna had still been busy scrubbing my balls, so it took a few seconds for her to figure out what was happening. By then, I noted with shame, my cock had deposited a copious load of semen all over her wrist and arm. To Marianna's credit, she didn't scream or anything, and showed about as little emotion as she could under the circumstances. After cleaning off her arm, she pulled the plug on the tub, letting the water drain out as she helped me to my feet. I felt so pitiful I wished I could go down the drain myself, and I couldn't even look Marianna in the eye as she dried me off. Chapter Two: Conversation. Wordlessly, Marianna helped me into a pair of clean pajamas and took me to my bedroom. I couldn't look her in the eye, and it seemed like she was trying to do the same, from what my quick glances could determine. Oh well, I thought to myself. This will be her last day with me. Back to Carlos, or some other guy from the agency. She probably would run back to her boss and insist on being transferred to someone else. Somebody less disgusting. "I'm... sorry." That was all I could manage to say, and I only got that out after she had pulled the sheet up over me and was halfway out of the room. She looked back at me, and I couldn't help but she that her cheeks were damp from tears. "You?" she said quietly, and then slowly came toward the bed. "Yes," I said. "I'm so embarrassed - I don't know what to say. I never - didn't mean it. It just happened!" "No," Marianna sniffed, as she came over to the bed and sat next to me. "I thought you were mad and would have me fired. I need this job so bad. That was my fault. I was - you know, thinking in my head and not watching what I do. Having the daydream?" she said as she searched for words. "I should have been more careful and not wash so long." "No no no, Marianna," I said as I reached my hand over and patted her hand. "It's just that I'm an old man, and it had been a long time since anyone had touched me there. Especially not a pretty young girl like you." Marianna blushed, her olive skin turning a little crimson as she pulled her hair back over her shoulder. "I am glad you are not mad," Marianna said. "I didn't mean for you to do that - you know. I did not think I even touched your manhood." "You didn't dear," I told her. "It's just that I find you very attractive. My wife was also a natural woman." Marianna looked puzzled at the term, and so I explained that my late wife used to also let her body hair grow. "Oh, the arms?" Marianna asked, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. "The boys in this country, they don't like so much." "Well, some do and some don't." "The one boy I had the date with, he said I was hairy like a man," Marianna blurted out suddenly. "Well, he obviously has bad eyesight, because you're all woman as far as I can see." "You are very nice man Mr. Phelps," Marianna said. "You say your wife, she had hairy arms like me?" "Call me Edward, or Ed, okay Marianna?" I asked before she nodded and I continued. "No, I meant that she let the hair under her arms grow, like you do." "Oh," Marianna said and bowed her head a little. "I did not know you could see my hairs there." "Well, I look for things like that," I admitted. "Not many girls let their armpit hair grow these days." "Even back home, most girls - they shave the hairs," Marianna said, now suddenly very talkative, to my delight. "Me, I didn't bother to do that, because there was so much. When we come to this country, my family and friends they tell me to shave. Shave my legs and my arms like the other girls. They say that everybody does, so I did, but it comes back so fast, and even more than before." "That's just a old wives tale," I said, and even though she didn't really know what I meant, she continued. "I don't do it no more, because nobody would see it anyway," Marianna said. "You say your wife, she was hairy under the arms like me?" "Yes," I said, although that was a bit of a reach, as I recalled the sparse wisps of hair that Carol had under her arms. "She had the hairy legs too?" I nodded, and that seemed to make Marianna more comfortable. "It's not fun, being this hairy," she said with a touch of sadness in her voice. "Well, all that matters is that you're happy, and hair isn't that important one way or another. Some day you'll find somebody who loves you as you are. If I was your age I'd be chasing you for sure!" Marianna smiled as got up to go, pausing at the door before heading home. "You'll be back tomorrow," I said before she left. "I hope." "Yes, I will. I like working for you very much." Marianna said and then paused before leaving. "You know, I am not an innocent," she said. "Today, when I was bathing you, I liked doing it very much, and I liked the way you were excited." Marianne was biting her lip and looking so cute that I felt myself stir once again as she added another thought. "And when I saw you, I thought to myself that I may have been with other boys before, but I had not been with a man." With that, she spun out of the room before I could respond. Never thought I was all that impressive down there, but the thought that Marianna did made me feel rather... nice. Chapter Three: More bathing. The next day I spent waiting patiently to be bathed again, and things were going along smoothly. My cock was stiff as a board once more, despite Marianna's blouse that had sleeves that went down to her elbow. It was still enough for me to gaze at those downy forearms and thrill to the "accidential" touching and grazing. The problem was that Marianna gave me only the briefest of baths, and just when she got to my balls, working the soap into my nut sack, she suddenly stopped and hosed the area down with the portable nozzle. Next thing I know, I'm out of the tub and being dried. This time, my cock is bouncing around in front of me like a diving board, veins bulging and throbbing. Marianna hardly swipes the towel in the general area and then brings me into my bedroom where she helps me on with my fresh pajamas. "Is there something wrong?" I finally asked. "No, Mr. Phelps," Marianna said, and made it clear that there was. "Marianna?" "It's just that I - feel badly about yesterday." "You shouldn't," I told her. "There's no reason to feel anything like that. You did nothing wrong, and I enjoyed being touched by you." "But... it make me feel like..." Marianna said, struggling for the right words. "I am working and when something happen like yesterday, it make me feel bad. I am supposed to be working at a job, and to do something like that and talk like we did when I work, it makes me feel dirty. You know?" I did understand, strangely enough, and I was impressed not only by her work ethic but by the fact that she would not want to give the impression that she was some sort of prostitute. I never thought of it that way before, but she had. "I never - ever, thought of you like that," I assured Marianna. "You're a beautiful young lady that I think a great deal of. You take such good care of me, and I would hate to lose you. You did nothing wrong yesterday. It's just that I'm a very lonely old man, and I find you very attractive." With that I raised my hand and stroked the side of her face, caressing the soft down that swirled around the front of her ear like a fuzzy sideburn. Even this innocent touching made my cock surge, and I hated myself for looking for sympathy like this as much as I cursed my weakness for this young creature. "I understand completely," I said finally. "No, you don't," Marianna said as she smiled, easing me into bed. "I very much liked to touch you and I like to be with you. You are like my only real boyfriend in this country. Maybe sometime I could... come back after work and be with you. Like on my own choice." "God! I'd love that!" I chirped loudly, unable to contain my excitement. "Well, you tell me the good night and I will come." "Good night?" I said. All my days were the same and it wasn't like I had a full social schedule or anything. "Any night - tonight, tomorrow..." "Tonight you would not mind if I come back?" Mind? I was almost delirious at the thought. "Okay, then I come back at seven o'clock," Marianna said. "Don't you make yourself the frozen dinner either like you always do. I make you - us, a nice supper." Chapter Four: Marianna returns. Marianna was as good as her word. She came back that night with the all the fixings of what turned out to be a fantastic dinner. Pasta never tasted so good, and the added delight of watching Marianna prepare it and having her across the table from me made it all the better. I did my best to help her clean up afterward, and even though the prolonged standing made my back ache, I couldn't just stand by and watch her do all the work. Thankfully, we got it done quickly, and it was a relief when we were able to go into the living room and sit down. We watched television for about as long as I could stand it, which meant not long at all. Besides, having Marianna sitting next to me was a distraction, even if she was covered up from head to toe. I leaned toward her and planted a kiss on her cheek and thanked her for all the work she did for dinner. To my surprise Marianna returned the kiss. Innocent pecks they were, but they were great. Like kids on a first date, we began kissing each other awkwardly, and my reaction was obvious as the bottoms of my pajamas tented upward. "Aren't you hot with that sweater on?" I asked in as innocent fashion as I could manage. Marianna looked at me with that cute smile of hers and then reached up to unbutton the garnet garment. I had no idea what would be under it, but was hoping for as little as possible, and I averted my eyes to try and give the impression that I didn't care as much as I did. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that she had taken the sweater off, so I casually looked back her way. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse underneath the sweater, and my heart began to race. Not only did the blouse flatter Marianna's breasts, giving the pert cones a much more dramatic look to them, but it also exposed her arms completely. Those arms. Those beautiful bronze arms now uncovered right to the shoulder. Those hairy forearms, and her shapely biceps with the outer side covered with fine black down were sexy looking enough. When my eyes traveled further, I saw what I longed to see. Even with those gorgeous arms at her sides, I saw the black hairs peeking out the front of her arm fold, made even more exciting with the white background of her blouse and the prospect of how much more there was to see. "Please," I asked meekly, taking her wrist in my hand and trying to raise it up. "Lift your arm for me, Marianna." Marianna seemed confused for a second, and may have been a little embarrassed as well, as she resisted my initial attempt at pulling her arm up. "It's okay honey," I whispered as I looked earnestly into her eyes. "I just want to see how beautiful you are," I assured her, and then I felt her stop resisting at first, and then lift her arm up high, putting her hand behind her head. I let out a very audible gasp as she raised her arm, and her eyes went down shyly as my eyes took in the sight of her richly endowed armpit. From the inside of her bronze bicep, where the timberline of coarse black hair began to grow, and right on down through the gentle recess of her armpit and right down to where the blouse blocked my view, Marianna's underarm was a thick jungle of dense black hair. Marianna Lends A Hand Reaching over, I cupped her chin and lifted her face up, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. Her dark skin had taken on a crimson tint to it, but I would have none of that. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Marianna," I said to her. "How incredible you are. May I?" Without waiting for an answer, my hand went to her exposed armpit, and as my fingers touched the coarse, damp thicket I heard Marianna gasp. Trying not to tickle her, my fingers first slid over the lush fur. As she offered no resistance, I let my fingertips rake through the rich hair, no easy task seeing as I had never even seen an armpit so hairy before, much less had the opportunity to touch one. The volume and denseness of her armpit hair was quite amazing, but I also found the deep rich hue fascinating. It was almost as if it was another color altogether, reaching a level of black that I had never seen before, and was emphasized further against the paleness of my fingers as I pulled a few strands outward before letting them spring back into the hollow. Marianna's eyes had a glazed look about them, and she shivered a couple of times as I continued to work my hand through her armpit. Getting bolder, I found myself lowering my face toward Marianna, looking up at her for any sign that what I was going to do was unwelcome. I got no such sign. I slowly buried my mouth in Marianna's armpit. The raking I had done had unleashed her natural scent, and the aroma was strong and slightly pungent. I inhaled her smell, so erotic by the lack of masking perfumes, and I was so aroused that I proceeded to cover her armpit with kisses. The coarse bush was so thick and dense that it had a springy effect on my cheeks as my lips lavished affection on her. My tongue slid through all the way up to the inside of her bicep, where the hair was finer and less thick, and for the first time I noticed how heavy Marianna was breathing. My mouth burrowed back into the jungle, tongue slashing and slobbering, tasting her like the animal I felt like. She was reclining backward, with her head on the back of the couch, and I had to lean even further which was killing my back, but was beyond caring. As my tongue began to attempt to burrow under the armhole of her blouse, I could feel Marianna's body tense up very suddenly, and then she let out a loud exhale. When I looked up, her face had the distinct look of someone who had just... could it be? Suddenly, Marianna lowered her arm after extracting my head, and moved me back to an upright position. "But sweetie, you have another armpit," I said coyly. Not to mention what seemed to be a cute pair of titties, and then what I only could fantasize about below. "That sitting, the way you were, is not good for your back," Marianna cautioned. "Besides, you look tired. You need to get your rest." "I'm fine," I insisted, and although I was aching, I was not ready for bed. Marianna was of the opinion that I was. Chapter Five: Taken to bed. Once inside the bedroom, Marianna silently undressed me and eased me down onto the bed, face first. My cock was erect, which was the normal state around Marianna, and as I lay upon it I was tempted to give the mattress a hump or two. Any such movement would cause an immediate explosion, so I fought the urge while hearing Marianna leave the room. When she returned, I felt a cool sprinkle of fluid on my back, followed by an aroma of vanilla. Marianna's hands began rubbing the lotion all over my shoulders and upper back, taking care to avoid the scar of the operation with anything but the softest touch. Her gentle kneading felt so good that I began to drift off into a half sleep. The spell was broken as I felt her hands on my ass cheeks. I giggled a little bit as I felt her hands squeezing and rubbing my buttocks, but it felt so nice that when she ran her hand up the crack of my ass I said nothing. Before I could react, I felt Marianna's hands prying my legs apart slightly. Her oiled fingers stroked the underside of my balls with one hand when abruptly I felt her slide a slick finger into my ass without warning. Gasping, I recoiled from the initial peneration, but as she worked her finger into this previously uncharted territory, my body convulsed as the tip of her finger hit a particularly nice spot. Marianna caressed my insides as I clawed at the pillow that cradled my face. My legs were twitching uncontrollably, muscles quivering as I whimpered helplessly under her touch. "This you like?" Marianna asked me huskily as her lips grazed my ear. I gurgled a response that she took as a yes, and continued her anal assualt on my virgin ass. Any shame I felt at being introduced to such a thing by a young lady so much my junior was forgotten as I basked in the pleasure she provided. When at last Marianna pulled her finger out of me and rolled me gently onto my back, I felt my cock tear away from the fabric of the bedding, the underside of my dick lightly glued to the sheet by the precum that had oozed from my dripping member. I was panting like a dog as Marianna held a bottle of baby oil over my swollen cock. As the oil hit the crown of my pecker, it sprang around wildly. Marianna seized the root of my member tightly while running her other hand up and down the length of it, fully lubricating it with the oil. Pinching the base of the shaft almost savagely with her left hand, Marianna's right fist began slowly stroking my cock. Up and down her fist traveled, hitting the back of her other hand on the downstroke and running over the very sensitive tip before going back down once again. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, while I squirmed and bucked and thrashed under her magical hands. Whatever she was doing to keep me from cumming with her tight grip was working well, as even my thrusts upward could not get me off of the brink of orgasm that I was teetering on. My moans and groans were not lost on Marianna, who looked at me with her mouth open and eyes twinkling. "This make you feel good?" Marianna asked, her greased hand sliding down off my cock to my balls. "Do you like what I am doing to your manhood?" "Yes," I squeaked meekly, and I jumped when Marianna's hand began handling my sack roughly, twsiting and pulling on my balls. "This does not hurt?" I shook my head no, looking down to watch Marianna's busy hands in action. "Looks kind of scary," Marianna said. "So hard and big and so wide I cannot get my hand all the way around it." Was that my cock? Beet red and swollen, it was so taut that it looked like the skin was going to rip. I needed to cum... needed to badly. "Please," I whispered. "You want to make the cum?" Marianna asked. "Yes... please," I half-sobbed as my sweat soaked body was almost convulsing. Marianna nodded, and suddenly released the death grip she had on the base of my dick and began pumping my cock with both fists. I let out... was that actually me?... a tortured howl as I felt my whole lower body tingle. I felt like I was going to faint as I began ejaculating wildly, my orgasm so strong it took my breath away. My cock spat wads of cum a foot into the air as my balls emptied, and I finally reached down and grabbed her hands as the intensity grew unbearable. Catching my breath while my cock spasmed in Marianna's grip, I looked down at the crazy mess I had made. My stoamch and crotch were drenched with my seed, and the chalky goo was draped on her hairy forearms as well. I was drained. "Oh Mr. Phelps, I mean Edward," Marianna said as she looked at the carnage. "Do you always make the big cum?" I shook my head weakly as I tried to remember such an amazing orgasm. Probably when I was kid the first time I jerked off. Nothing remotely like what had just occured. "Guess you weren't kidding about not being innocent," I said, remembering her comment of earlier in the day, because that was the work of an expert. "Uh, what I tell you before was not really true," Marianna said as she cleaned me up as best she could, after I declined the offer of a bath. Too weak to stand, and my back was throbbing, I was in bed to stay. "Oh?" "Yes, it was more like the... exaggeration. Is that the right word? I will tell you tomorrow if you want," Marianna said before leaving. "But you were only the second man I ever touch like that." "Oh," I said, confused and still reeling from what had just taken place. "Wait Marianna, tomorrow is your day off." "You do not mind if I come anyway to see you?" Chapter Six: Marianna's day off. True to her word, Marianna came by and drove me crazy. Not intentionally, I intially thought, because it was the pink sleeveless top she wore that was responsible for my insanity. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that maybe it was intentional. She could see the effect her arms had on me, and how I watched and waited for the moments when she would lift an arm and reveal her hairy hollow. The rest of time, I just took pleasure in her downy forearms, or the sprays of hair that peeked out of hiding even when her arms were at her sides. Marianna gave me a bath, and although I was hoping for a little release, just the soaping was enough to keep my interest. After the bath and dinner, she ended up taking me into bed. I was hoping for another massage but instead was just guided into bed. Something caught Marianna's eye as I slid under the sheet, and when I saw what she had found I cringed with shame. She had a puzzled look on her face as she picked a sock. Twisted and frozen into a bizarre shape, it was stiff and stuck together. She looked at me, and then the sock, and blushed a little. I was way ahead of her, and felt the redness burn my face as I watched her try to figure it out. "Uh..." I said lamely. "Well, I woke up in the middle of the night and I was very - excited. From dreaming about what had happened earlier. I couldn't sleep and so I... you know?" "You put the sock on your manhood?" "Yeah," I admitted. "Keeps the mess under control." "And you do to yourself?" "Yes." "Oh," Marianna replied. "If it matters, I was thinking about you when I did it." I didn't know whether she would take that as a compliment, like I had meant it to be, but a little shy smile appeared in the corners of her mouth. "I don't think many people ever do that when they think of me." "I wouldn't be so sure about that," I told her. "Maybe if you walked around dressed like this instead of all covered up, you might be surprised." "No," she said firmly. "Could not do that." "You promised me a story," I reminded her. "About how you got so good at - you know." "I don't know if I can tell you," Marianna said haltingly. "I feel kind of shame." "Not around me you shouldn't, honey," I assured her. "I don't want you to think bad of me." "Not a chance. Here, why don't you lay down next to me and tell me all about it." Marianna began to lay down and then stopped, first going over to the lamp and turning it down to the lowest setting before returning and laying next to me on her side. "What you want to know?" "Well, first you said that you were not innocent, and that how had been with lots of men. Then last night you said that wasn't true." "No, was not true," Marianna sighed. "No boys ever want to be with me. Back home, I had an uncle and when I was growing up he tell me he feel sorry for me." "Why?" I asked. "Because I am so hairy and ugly." "Listen," I said sternly. "I'm not going to listen to you talking that way about yourself. So you're hairy? So what? Many men don't like that, but some men, like me, obviously do. But you are not - repeat not, ugly. I find you very erotic looking. You have beautiful eyes and a very pretty face." Even in the dim light I could see Marianna's reaction to my praise. While I would never say anything to hurt her regardless, the fact was that she was an attractive young woman. She had an sultry Mediterianian look; her skin was smooth and olive toned, her cheekbones were striking and she had a flawless smile. As for her body, it certainly looked fine as well, although I still hadn't seen her with any clothing off. That was something I was hoping - praying to see. "Edward, you make me feel so good when you say the nice things to me," Marianna said, with a catch in her voice. "All true," I told her. "I will never, ever lie to you." "Well, my uncle, he tell me that no boys like me because of all my hair, but he feels sorry for me. He tell me that he will help me learn how to please a man. He says that maybe if I am real good at pleasuring the men, they will not care so much what I look like." "So he took advantage of you?" I asked in dread of the reply. "Well, he teach me how to handle a man and how to give a man pleasure with the hand and with - the mouth. He said he did not want to do anything to my body because that would be wrong, and because he could not get excited if he looked at me too much." The whole thing sounded wrong to me, but I said nothing, realizing how difficult this was for Marianna to tell me as it was. "I have a hunch he got plenty excited looking at you but didn't want to admit it," I offered. "So did your parents find out about it?" Oh no!" Marianna said with a start. "They would kill him if they find out. Me too most probably. My uncle he tell me that it was our secret and should never tell anybody. I never did - until now." "Your secret is safe with me Marianna," I told her. "So you are still a... virgin? "Yes, in a way." Chapter Seven: Kind of a virgin? "In the academy, I had a teacher who liked me very much," Marianna explained. "We got to be very good friends and very much confidants. We did things together, and then we did other things. To this day today my teacher and my doctor are the only people who have ever seen me naked." "Really?" I said with astonishment. "Of course, if you were to take your clothes off now then I could be the third." "No," Marianna said with laugh, "Don't want to scare you off." "You don't really think I would be anything like scared, do you Marianna?" I asked. "I think you know how I feel about you." "Yes," Marianna said deliberately. "Maybe for me, I am the one that is scared." "I understand. Just let me say that I'm very jealous of the doctor and the teacher. They must be very lucky guys," I said, and then thought a second. "If the doctor was a guy," I added. "No, the doctor was a woman," Marianna said slowly, looking at me cautiously. "Well then, your teacher was a lucky guy," I replied. "No, the teacher - she was not a guy either." I tried to keep my jaw from dropping, but must not have succeeded, judging by the look of horror on Marianna's face. I recovered quickly, however, and touched Marianna's hand to reassure her. "Please don't think bad about me." "Bad? I don't think anything bad," I told her, as she buried her face in my chest and sobbed a little. I felt her warmth radiate through our clothing, and her womanly scent filled my nostrils. Obviously she was not aware of the way men think, because I certainly didn't think less of her after hearing that. Truth be told, I was quite aroused at the thought. "Nothing to be ashamed of at all," I told her as I put my arm around her. "My wife - she had experiences with other women when she was young." "Really?" "Absolutely," I assured her, adding that when she would tell me about it, I found the stories very erotic. "As long as you were a willing party to it," I added. "I see nothing wrong with it at all." "I was willing," Marianna said. "She was very nice to me, and she did not mind the hair. She actually liked it." "Not as much as you do," she added, and giggled into my chest. Marianna proceeded to tell me all about Carla, her teacher, stories she had always kept inside and afraid to tell anybody. I was a more than willing audience for her tales, but after hearing about Marianna and her teacher, I was very... stimulated. "This telling about Carla and me - you find this exciting?" Marianna asked after noting that my pajama bottoms looked like a tent once again. "Very much so," I said, not mentioning that I found that a lot more erotic than hearing about her sleazy uncle. "I think it's wonderful that someone else saw how beautiful you are and made you so happy." "I have to go now," Marianna said, but as she said that I felt her hand slide down my chest and undo the clasp on my pajamas, freeing my trapped erection. "You can stay," I suggested, but she nodded no curtly "I don't want you to have to make a sock dirty tonight," she said while sliding down toward my crotch. "You see, when I tell you that I was only with boy before, it was true," Marianna continued, grabbing my cock in her hand. "My uncle," she continued as she brought her face down toward my swollen member. "His thing, it was no bigger than a thumb. You - yours is so much bigger. I only hope that you are not too big for me to pleasure." As Marianna's lips slid down the head of my pretty ordinary sized cock, I resisted the urge to tell her how wrong she was. Why ruin the thrill of hearing such things said about you for the first time? Instead, I just watched as Marianna's mouth glided up and down my stiff cock with passion, her hand churning my balls with such intensity that I knew I could not last. I warned Marianna that I was about to cum, and when her response was simply to take me harder and deeper into her mouth, I relaxed and let my orgasm fill her throat. She accepted my seed without hesitation, and didn't stop until I was drained and limp. "I want to see you," I told Marianna before she left. "I want to see all of you and I want to make you happy like you have made me." "Soon," Marianna said. "Maybe soon." Chapter Eight: More is revealed. Marianna became an obession of mine over the following days. I lived for her arrival and hated it when she had to leave. I was falling in love with the girl, and not just because of her body hair. I loved her smile and the twinkle in her eye whenever something made her happy, such as my unbridled worship of her beauty. Her fractured use of the English language always made me chuckle, though I could see that her efforts to become more fluent in speaking were paying off, as her malaprops were becoming less and less frequent. The fact that she made efforts to be with me almost every day made me think that she liked me at the very least, but given the wide difference in our age, I was sure that she would find someone her own age any day. I just made sure to enjoy every day I had with her to the fullest. She was still exceptionally modest, and it wasn't until a week after the evening I have just described, that I was finally able to get a little better look at the beauty of Marianna. We had just finished watching a movie on TV, and she was going to give me a massage. I had claimed to be aching, and although that was a bit of an exaggeration, it was something that Marianna enjoyed doing. For some reason she found my almost sixty year old body interesting. While I was in decent enough shape for a guy my age, it wasn't like I was Paul Newman or Robert Redford. Still, she seemed to love rubbing and touching me, especially my cock and balls, so who was I to say no? She was wearing a short sleeved blouse on this night, and as was my custom, I encouraged her to take off her blouse. It was something that I kept at constantly, as I really wanted to give her some "pleasure", like she always said she wanted to give to me. On this night, she hesitated, and I kept at it. "You're so beautiful," I told her, just like I always told her. "I really want to see what you look like underneath your clothes. You've see all of me countless times." Marianna Lends A Hand "Isn't my arms and the armpits enough?" Marianna asked. "Do they make you bored already?" "You know better than that. Just take off the blouse - just for a minute." With more than a little concern on her face, Marianna began to unbutton her blouse. As she peeled it off, my eyes took in what had been shielded before then. Her bra was an unflattering harness, something that she had outgrown and looked as uncomfortable as it was ill-fitting. "Your brassiere," I said. "That looks so uncomfortable - the way it cuts into you. Take that off." She looked down at the red marks on her shoulder and sides and frowned. "Seriously," I told her. "That thing must be torture to wear. Just slip it off." Marianna reached back and fumbled with the clasps. The thing was so tight that it was likely a struggle to get on and off. "They are not very big," Marianna said. "My bosoms." "I'm sure they're beautiful, and it doesn't matter how big they are. Besides, that contraption is something you outgrew a long time ago." With her arms bent back with her effort to get the thing off, I was treated to a glimpse of Marianna's armpit hair in full bloom. What a magnificent sight it was, watching the vast spray of dense black hair exploding out of their gentle valleys. Finally the bra lurched off, and Marianna pulled it off, quickly cupping her breasts as the cups fell away. My hands took hers and gently pulled them away, revealing her breasts to my eyes for the first time. "Incredible!" I gasped as I viewed Marianna's breasts. Not large, to be sure, but what a pair they were. Long conical breasts that defied the law of gravity as they stood out proudly. The ends were capped with puffy rose colored aureolas that jutted out ever further. "They're so beautiful," I choked, and I was so captivated that I almost sobbed with delight. My hands moved up and cupped the firm cones, feeling her nipples pop out in my palms after making contact. "Boys like girls with big bosoms," Marianna said, exhaling a little from my kneading of her breasts. "These are spectacular," I told her. "You have no idea how great you look." "They have hairs too," Marianna said softly, pointing out a few hairs that grew around the edge of her aureolas. "So what? I told her. "They are wonderful. We need to get you some bras that fit you right though, okay?" Marianna must not have heard me, or she was daydreaming. Whichever it was, she seemed to like the slow massaging of her breasts as much as I liked doing it. "You like this, me playing with your breasts like this?" "Yes Edward," Marianna said. "It make me feel all tingly." "Good, because your breasts deserve to be treated nicely. They're amazing." Marianna moaned and rolled her head a little, causing her hair to fall off her shoulders. Marianna reached up and pulled her mane back behind her shoulders. As she did, the sight of her exposed armpits illicited a groan from me. Marianna looked up at me and saw my eyes devouring the sight of her arms extended high, and those swirling tufts of armpit hair that burst from their confinement as her arms rose, and gave me a smile. "I love the way you look at me, Edward," Marianna said to me while leaving her arms raised high. "You look at me like you are caged beast. Your eyes tell me that if you were not gentleman you would like to do many things to me. Do you think of things like that?" "Yes," I croaked, as beads of sweat trickled down my face. My hands were quivering as I kept massaging Marianna's pointed breasts. The nipples were fully engorged and scraping against my palms. My hands made wider circular motions so the back of my fingers could brush against the fringes of her underarm hair, which extended down her sides to just opposite her breasts. "Tell me things you like to do to me Edward." "I... I... think about seeing you naked," I said, my head starting to spin from the excitement of not only touching her breasts for the first time but hearing myself say what had gone through my mind for weeks. "You would like that?" Marianna asked, and I noticed she was moving her upper torso into my hands as I kneaded her tits. "Very much." "You would not mind no matter how hairy I am?" "Know how I feel about that," I managed to blurt out, and my eyes followed Marianna's down to my crotch, where my cock had escaped through the fly of my pajamas and was staring upward, hard as always and with precum oozing out of the tip. "Always so hard," Marianna said huskily. "Makes me feel like a real woman when I see you excited like that when you look at me." "I want to - make love to you," I finally said. "I think I would like that too," Marianna said. "Not now. Not yet. Perhaps after you see me naked you would not be so hard." I muttered something that was supposed to suggest she was out of her mind. "No, I know that would not be true. You are such a virile man." My eyes watched as tickles of sweat dribbled down from her armpits and meandered slowly down her sides. Impulsively, I leaned forward and stopped a droplet with my tongue and followed it back up the trail it had left. The salty taste hit my tongue just as my nose entered her armpit. "Ooohh!" Marianna exclaimed as my tongue slid upward, and while my face nestled deep into her left armpit, I felt her right hand reach down and grab my cock. "Aaaargh!" I moaned as I ejaculated immediately after Marianna touched me. "Sorry," I said awkwardly, as my cock grew limp in her hand. "It is alright Edward," Marianna whispered into my ear. "I take as a compliment." "I want to see all of you," I told Marianna as she put that horrible bra back on. "Tomorrow night Edward," Marianna said. "I will show you myself then." Chapter Nine: All of her. You could cut the tension with a knife while Marianna worked the next day. My bath was perfunctory at best, as Marianna avoided my genitals as best she could, and this only heightened my excitement. That evening, Marianna brought a pizza, and we ate in virtual silence. I tried to break the tension with some attempted humor, but it fell rather flat. I sensed Marianna was troubled by what she had promised me the night before, and when she brought me into the bedroom it seemed like she was walking to the electric chair. Wordlessly, Marianna began undressing herself as I sat on the edge of the bed. The blouse came off, and I noted she was wearing a bra that fit even worse on her than the other one. The red marks on her ribs and shoulders as the bra came off did not detract much from the sight up those adorable jutting breasts, but reminded me of my previous promise to her. Marianna had reverted to her nervous persona from back when she had first started coming over to take care of me. She was looking around like a frightened animal, fumbling with the buckle on her belt, until I just couldn't stand it anymore. "Marianna, wait," I said as I put my hand on hers. "You don't have to do this." "I do not have to take off my pants?" "No dear, you never had to. Not because I don't want to see you, because I do. I thought I wanted to see all of you more than anything, but now that I see how bad this makes you feel, I guess I was wrong." "So, you don't want me to take the pants off?" Marianna said, relieved but confused. "Oh, I want you to, but not if it makes you nervous or sad," I said. "I want you to be the happy girl that I'm so crazy about, and if it bothers you that much..." "The boy I have the date with when I first come to this country, he see my legs and take me to a place," Marianna confided to me in hushed tones, as if someone else could hear. "He says that I must have the wax on my legs, and so he take me to this parlor and tell the girl there what he want done to me," Marianna continued. "He wanted you to get your legs waxed?" I asked. "Yes, that what he says. The girl she take me into a room and tell me to take my pants off. When I do that she start laughing at me. She have another woman come back at look at me. She don't laugh but I feel so much shame that I put my pants on and run out the door." "That's horrible," I said, looking at Marianna's beautiful eyes begin to well with tears. "The boy, he never call me again," Marianna added. "Good riddance," I assured her. "He might have been trying to be nice, but that whole thing was cruel." "So that is why," Marianna concluded. "Honey, do you really think that I would laugh at you?" "No," Marianna replied. "But I don't want to ruin things. I like so much to be with you. I like the time I am here working. You are always so good and kind to me. Then, the times later when I am here, you make me feel even better." "Don't you understand why?" "I think maybe, but I just don't want to ruin everything. I am so scared that maybe you will not like me so much when you see me. I don't like to look at myself the way I am." "I thought we were changing the way you look at yourself and the way you feel about yourself." "I try, but it is not easy. This country so different." "I know it is," I told Marianna. "You're really doing a great job of learning the language and everything. I could never do as well if our situations were reversed." "Look," I concluded. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just sit with me, or lay down with me and hold me if you want. Just don't be nervous or sad." Marianna was biting her lower lip, her arms crossed over those perky breasts, and made a step toward me before stopping. Then, after taking a breath, I was startled to see Marianna unclasp her belt and and undo her slacks. Never taking her eyes off mine, she slowly slid the slacks down until they hit the floor. From just below her cute little belly button, the fine streak of black hairs led downward a couple of inches before the trail became a forest. Marianna was wearing panties; very modest and full cut white undies, but they were clearly overwhelmed by the massive indigo bush that sprouted out from the top and sides. I could even see the shadow of her pubic hair through the fabric of her panties as the bush strained against the cotton. My eyes traveled downward. Where the dense bush stopped growing along her inner thighs, a fine growth of downy hair covered the rest of her thighs. the hair grew denser than thicker as my eyes went lower, and her calves and lower legs were as hairy as any man's I had ever seen. Tiny white socks cut off my view at the ankles. I looked back up at Marianna, and those doe-like eyes were almost begging for me to say something. For a second, I was speechless, but quickly recovered. "Marianna, if I told you that I thought you had beautiful legs, and that they were every bit as sexy as the rest of you, what would you say?" "You always say nice things and you would not want to hurt me." "I also told you that I would never lie to you," I said as I rose to my feet and carefully undid my pajama bottoms. Letting them slide down after overcoming an obstruction, I stood there with my erection springly wildly in front of me. "Is still big," Marianna said with a smile that covered half her face. "Now you've heard and seen how I feel," I said with a smile of my own, sitting back down. Marianna reached for the elastic of her panties and pulled them off. Her bush was unbelievably dense and glistening in the soft light. I could barely make out her opening through the jungle of curly hairs. "Lift your foot," I instructed Marianna, and as she put her foot up on the bed, I pulled down her sock. My hands slid up and down Mariannna's calf. The crinkly hairs crackled as my fingers went up against the grain to her knee. I felt kinda self-conscious about myself, as my legs were only lightly sprinkled with hair. "Feels so nice," I said as I let the leg go and watched her put her other leg up. I pulled that sock off as well, noting that the hair grew thick right down to her ankles, and ran my hands up that leg as well. Her bush was only about a foot away from my face, and I longed to bury my face in it, but I didn't want to rush things. Marianna reached over and eased me down onto the bed and climbed next to me, bowing her head over my cock. As her lips swooped down the shaft, I reached over and ran my hand down the back of her thigh. The hair there was very downy and felt soothing to the touch as my hands explored. The hair on the backs of her calves were more coarse against my hand, but no less thrilling. I had never seen a woman like this before, but I was enthralled, even about the hairy parts that had never interested me before. I reached over and pulled Marianna closer to me, tugging on her thigh to try and bring her lower half toward me. Marianna figured out what I was trying to do, but still seemed shocked when I manuevered myself so that my head was between her legs. My hands cupped her smooth buttocks and brought her down closer to my face. That bush was now in my face, and my tongue searched through the rich pelt for her opening. Her aroma filled my nostrils with a musky and funky scent as my tongue found her labia. I buried my tongue inside of Marianna, and her body jerked as I began lapping at her clit. She was making strange noises as my tongue slid up and down her pussy lips, and her mouth was now slamming up and down on my cock hard and fast. I tried to keep from cumming, but it was impossible under this onslaught, so I erupted down her throat. Marianna didn't even seem to notice as she kept sucking my cock violently even as it grew soft in her mouth. My hands squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy even tighter against my face while I nibbled her clit. My fingers slid between her cheeks, rubbing and stroking her anus, which felt like it was surounded by hair as well. Suddenly, Marianna began riding my face, humping my tongue as she rocked up and down. She was making crazy noises, and her hand had replaced her mouth on my cock, and was now pulling on my flaccid tube wildly. I couldn't see, but it felt like she was going to pull it clear off. I almost had to ask her to stop yanking on my pecker, which was getting sore, but suddenly she let out a howl. I felt fluid splash on my cheeks while my tongue kept burrowing away. Marianna was bucking so hard all I could do was hang onto her ass and hold on. As violently as it has began, it stopped, Marianna collapsed on top of me. her sopping pussy still covering my face. Marianna slowly slid off of me, struggling to get to her hands and knees, turend around and crept up to me. She looked at me with concern, and reached up to pull a stray hair off my wet cheek. "I make the mess," Marianna said, almost apologetically. "Delicious," I assured her. Chapter Ten: Fitting reward. I surprised Marianna by being dressed when she arrived the next afternoon. It felt strange to be wearing pants again after being stuck in pajamas so long, but I wanted to treat Marianna to something special. "I told you that we were going to get you some decent fitting bras," I explained as I turned her around at the door and headed back out. "You do not need to do this," Marianna said. "I can buy my own." "I know you can, but it's something I want to do for you," I insisted. "Besides," I said with a wink and a tweak of her breast, "Breasts as perfect as yours are deserve a nice place to rest in, when they aren't in my hand." We went to an expensive woman's shop in town that I remember my wife going to when she wanted something especially nice. Marianna's eyes were as big as saucers as she saw the dainty undergarments that were on display along the walls of the place. "These things, they are too much to pay," Marianna said as she peeked at the price tag of a frilly nightgown and let go like it was radioactive. "Also, I am not really the girl to wear such things." "We aren't here to look at prices," I told her. "And if you look at any price tags, I'm going to assume that you like it and I'll buy it. This is my treat, because you're very special to me." "Hello," the severe looking woman said as we approached her at the back of the store. "How may we help you? Something for your... daughter?" "My girlfriend is in dire need of brassieres," I said, emphasizing the 'girlfriend'. I hoped I didn't wince at the daughter remark the woman made, but I supposed that it could have been worse. Granddaughter would have been more painful. "I beg your pardon," the woman said, and although she might have raised an eyebrow slightly, she was smart enough to realize that too much of that might cost her a nice commission. "And what size might you be, dear?" "My bosom?" Marianna asked. "Not very big." "She means the size that you wear," I said softly. "She's only been in this country a short time," I explained to the woman. "The number I think is 75," Marianna said. "From Italy, dear? Why don't you come into the back and we'll fit you properly?" the woman said. "Good idea," I told Marianna. "The ones you have fit terribly." The woman held the curtain open and waited for Marianna to follow her in. Marianna hesitated for a second and then whispered in my ear. "Do I go in there?" She had a look of panic on her face, and I immediately sensed what was going on in her mind. "I'll stay with her, if you don't mind," I said as I took Marianna by the hand and led her past the woman. "She's a little unsure of the language and everything." "Of course, sir," the woman said as I slid past her and entered the back room. "Thank you... Frances," I said, reading the name tag that sat prominently on her left tit. "Take your top off dear, so I can get your measurements," Frances said as she went to get a tape measure. "Go ahead," I said softly in Marianna's ear. "Take your blouse and bra off." "You're beautiful," I mouthed almost silently as Marianna unbuttoned her blouse and looked at me like she wanted to run. I took the blouse from Marianna as the woman rejoined us. This was an unexpected treat, as I found myself getting aroused at the thought of this stranger not only looking at Marianna's breasts but brushing against them as well. It wasn't like Marianna was unfamiliar with the touch of a woman either. "Oh my, you're quite correct sir," Frances clucked as she shook her head. "This is quite ill-fitting." Marianna reached back to unhook the bra, and I watched Frances watching Marianna. Not a bad job to have, I thought to myself, looking at women's breasts all day. Judging by the rather mannish appearance of the woman, chances are she enjoyed doing it as much as I would. Maybe it was just my typical male fantasy kicking in, I figured, but as Marianna pulled the bra off I thought that the woman liked what she saw. "Oh, those poor breasts of yours dear," The woman said as she looked at the marks left by the harness. "That's much too small for you, and it wasn't adjusted properly either." "Now lift your arms for me dearie," Frances said, and as Marianna did so her eyes averted downward. I stood back and tried not to ejaculate right then and there as the woman wrappped the tape around Marianna's chest. I saw her hand brush against Marianna's armpit, her fingers grazing her tuft of hair a couple of times as she pulled the tape around her. It was over in a few seconds, which was a good thing, because I was sweating like a pig and feeling faint. "And what price range were we looking for sir?" the woman said quietly to me so Marianna would not hear. "Doesn't matter," I said, thinking of reason not to splurge on such a treasure. "Four or five nice ones in varying styles. Practical mostly, but one kind of sexy." Frances nodded and left the room to head out to the showroom. I walked over to Marianna, who stood there shivering with her hands crossed over her chest. Marianna Lends A Hand "This feels funny," Marianna said. "Also make them feel even smaller now that in this country my bosom is the B-34 instead of 75." "Almost over," I assured her with a chuckle. "It'll be worth it." The woman came back in a second with her arms full. Marianna tried on one and smiled, looking into one of the mirrors that surrounded us. "I'll bet that feels more comfortable," Frances said as she looked at the results of her measuring. "Perfect!" "It is - does feel so nice," Marianna said as she modeled for me. Marianna tried on a few more, and I was especially taken by one that made her already gravity defying cones even more wild looking. "Oh my," Frances said. "That is a bit much." "We'll take that one too," I nodded to the woman, who shrugged her shoulders. "One for me," I added. It occured to me, as I watched Marianna put on her blouse over one of the bras we had bought, that she looked even more incredible that she did before. What a difference a bra makes, I thought as I looked at Marianna, who was no longer slouching but standing up as proudly as those breasts of her did even without support. "I have a hunch that the boys are going to take notice of you now," I said to Marianna in the car, thinking at the same time that I was going through considerable effort to make her look so good that somebody her own age would surely notice her now. So be it, I said to myself. What happens, happens. As long as she's happy. "You say to the woman, you were my boyfriend," Marianna noted. "Well, I didn't want to explain, but I'm not really a "boy" either, am I?" "No, I mean when you say that, I felt..." "Embarrassed?" "No. Happy," Marianna said. "You made me feel so proud." I looked over at Marianna, and watched a tear trickle down her cheek. For once, I was speechless. If I tried to speak, I would have joined her. "She was a very nice lady," Marianna said as we continued on our way. "Did you tell her to say the nice things to me?" "Nice things? I didn't say anything to her that you didn't hear. Why?" "She was just a very nice lady then," Marianna suggested. "Now you have my interest piqued, Marianna. What did she say?" "She tell me that I have a beautiful body." "Well, I think you're the only person that can't see that," I suggested. "She give me her card too." "I got one too," I replied, but then I glanced over at the business card Marianna was holding. "What's on the back?" "It say Fran, and it has a phone number on it." "Is it the same phone number as the one on the front of the card?" I asked. "No, it is a different number." "Oh." "Is that a bad thing?" Marianna asked. "She tell me that if I ever want to call her and talk the girl talk with her, I could. She also tell me that if I want to have some coffee with her I could too." "Well, I don't know for sure, but it sounds like she was interested in you." "Oh." "I could be wrong," I suggested. "I can't believe all this took place without me noticing it." "She not say it loud, and she say this when you were looking at that nice nightie in the front of the shop that you bought me. Are you mad?" "No," I assured Marianna. "And I could be wrong too. It's a guy thing that always pictures women being with other woman. Like when she was measuring you, she sure seemed to be touching you a lot more than might have been necessary." "Yes, I thought so too," Marianna mused. "I did not know because nobody ever measure me before. She touch the hairs under my arms many times." "Well, you don't have to call her up just because you got her phone number." "I know that, but it would have been nice to have a friend to talk to about things. The only girls I really know are my relatives, and I cannot tell them some of the things that have been happening to me, you know? Like with you and me?" "It's up to you," I said as we got to my place. "I don't really think that she would want to hear about me doing anything with you though. I wouldn't get mad if you called her, as long as you tell me everything that happened," I joked. "That's right. You like very much when I tell you my stories with my teacher." Just another thing to think about, and another thought to trigger the erections that took place whenever Marianna was around. Chapter Eleven: Marianna's gift. Marianna was sitting next to me on the couch. She was wearing the sheer and skimpy yellow nightie that I had bought her that day at the woman's shop, and she looked fantastic in it. She wore nothing underneath it, so confident had she become in her body image, at least where I was concerned. As she sat there with her leg up on the cushion next to me, I could see the jungle of hair that covered the valley between her legs. Marianna saw where my eyes were occupied, and she not only didn't mind, she slid her leg up higher to give me a better view. "That nightie looks so cute on you," I told her, resting my hand on her shapely thigh and running my fingers slowly up, watching the downy hair on her upper legs feather upward as I touched it. "I love it," Marianna said. "It makes me feel like a real woman." "You are a real woman," I reminded her. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world." "Not yet," Marianna said. "Not yet have I become a real woman." I looked at her with a puzzled expression, not really understanding what she was referring to. "How does your back feel?" My back felt alright, I assured Marianna. While I wasn't ready for mountain climbing or anything strenuous, it had gotten better over the last few eeks. So much so that I feared I would be losing Marianna's professional services the next trip I made to the doctor. That had crossed my mind more than once, I freely admit. Without Marianna needing to come her during the day, would she be as eager to visit me at night? The thought of her bathing some other guy actually made me jealous, even though I knew it was inevitable that she find someone closer to her own age. "I want us to make love," Marianna said simply. Making love? That was something that I hadn't even considered. Marianna was a virgin. "Us?" Marianna nodded. "I think about it very much," Marianna said as she cuddled up next to me. "All the time I think of it." "I don't know what to say," I told her. "I've thought about it myself many times, but I thought you would want to save yourself for someone... you know... special." "I have," Marianna said. "That's why I want you to be my first." "Come," Marianna said as she helped me up from the sofa. "I will be gentle with you like you will be with me." We went into the bedroom and I let Marianna undress me like she often did. He hands were all over me like always; nibbling my neck and licking my nipples as she rubbed herself against me. "You are always so hard," Marianna said as my cock sprang into view. "So big and hard all the time for me." "Because of you," I corrected her. "Always because of you. I love you." I hadn't said that before to Marianna. I always thought it was obvious, but had left it unsaid. How silly it was for a man my age to be saying that to a girl so young, but I no longer cared how silly I sounded. "I know you do," Marianna said after kissing me. "And you know that I love you. You've given me so much, Edward. You make me feel happy all the time. You make me feel good about myself. Now I want to give you the best gift I have." My hands took the bottom of her nightie and slowly pulled it upward. Marianna raised her arms high, and as the nightie came off I leaned over and kissed the thick tufts of hair under her arms, cupping those astoundingly pointy breasts as I did. We were on the bed, kissing and licking each other all over. My mouth explored the furry grotto where my cock would soon be visiting for the first time, and Marianna's lips were priming my tool as I tongued away. Woul I be able to do this? It had been so long since I had been inside a woman. It wasn't a question of being able to stay hard, it was more the doubt I had about my back. Another month or so, and there would be no problem. What about now? I so wanted this to be good for her. As it turned out, Marianna had already thought of that. We had rolled around a bit, and when I had ended up on my back, Marianna climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs. She pumped my cock while looking very scared. "I love you," I mouthed as she looked down at my erection throbbing in her clenched hand. Biting her lower lip, Marinna raised herself up over my cock, guiding it into the dense thicket. I felt her wetness on the crown of my dick as she rubbed it up and down her pussy lips. Marianna winced as she put me inside of her, but my entry was stopped as soon as it began. I felt like I was trying to put my tool through a trampoline. Suddenly, Marianna let out a cry, and as she did, I felt myself slide into her. Slowly, my cock penetrated Marianna, and as I tore through her membrane I watched the tears pour down her cheeks. Glancing between her legs I saw the considerable evidence that proved I was indeed the first to enter her. Marianna was crying but began to move herself up and down on me. She was so tight... almost impossibly tight, that it felt like my cock was inside a vise. I reached up and grabbed her perky tits, kneading them while giving her a little support. A brave little smile started to appear on her face as the pain began to ebb. Her humping began to increase in speed as the smile grew and the tears ended. Soon Marianna's face was beaming, her hips rising and crashing down on me as I went deep inside of her. Her mouth wide open, she let out a wail that was synchronized with her pussy crushing my dick savagely again and again. I fought to keep from cumming as Marianna's body danced and contorted wildly. Now Marianna's tears were from joy, as she bent over and kissed me. He hips never slowed as her lips smothered me with affection, and it was only another minute or so before she began going crazy again from another, milder orgasm. "I love you - love you!" Marianna gasped as she caught her breath. "Hurts - but so good! Make the cum inside of me Edward!" That wasn't going to be a problem, as I had been fighting the feeling ever since we had started. There was no way to stop it anyway, not after Marianna raised her right arm high and took her left hand up to her armpit, pulling and toying with the hair while smiling at me. My cock jerked inside of Marianna, and the first blast made Marianna jump in shock. My groans accompanied the tingling caused by my nuts emptying themselves into her. Marianna eased down onto my chest as my orgasm faded, and as I grew flaccid inside her we held each other tightly, totally lost in the afterglow. Epilogue: How long will this last? Who knows? I'm back at work, and Marianna now takes care of someone else, this time an old woman. We see each other almost every night, and the friendship and love still grows, and the sex is as great as sex can be. My back works well, and any fears that this almost 60 year old man can't keep up are long gone. Who needs Viagra? All I have to do is look at Marianna and I turn into blue steel. I still expect that she will some day find somebody more her age, but for now I'm too busy enjoying Marianna to worry about it.