12 comments/ 149012 views/ 11 favorites Will Has His Way By: petemgurk Dawn Masters sat in the shade of her screened-in porch as she watched Will push the high-powered mower across a new strip of lush grass in her back yard. She gazed dreamily at the young man, shirtless now, lean muscles rippling across his back, glistening with beads of perspiration. He was moving the mower with seemingly little effort through the thick growth - she wondered if she should have called him over sooner to mow, it was nearly two weeks overgrown. Ah, but then, she thought, but then, it wouldn't take as long to cut, now, would it? I would be robbed of a few extra minutes of viewing pleasure. Dawn reached to the little table beside her and picked up a glass of iced tea. She held it at eye level and noticed that the glass, like Will's lithe body, was beaded with sweat. Closing her eyes, she darted her pink tongue out and ran it slowly up the side of the tumbler, imagining herself licking the sweat from her young neighbor's firm pectorals. This little fantasy caused her thighs to squeeze together involuntarily, as a little twinge of pleasure formed between her legs. Picturing strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, soft lips kissing her neck, Dawn moaned a little, her eyes still closed. "Mrs. Masters, are you all right?" Dawn's eyes flew open in alarm. She noticed several things at once: the sound of the lawn mower was gone; the machine itself was sitting half-way through a completed furrow of grass in the center of her yard; and the silhouette of a shirtless young man loomed before her on the other side of the screen. "Will! Ohhh, you startled me, sweetie!" she said, trying to regain her composure. "Is everything OK, dear? You're not done for the day, are you?" She set the glass back down, a little too roughly. The tumbler made a clank as it met the table top. "No, ma'am, just ran out of gas. You OK, ma'am?" Dawn couldn't see his face through the screen as he was back-lit by the afternoon sun; she wondered muddily what she had done to raise his concern, remembered the moan she had let out. "Oh, don't be silly, dear, I'm fine. The iced tea was just so good, I guess. Do you want some? Take a little break before you finish?" She smiled and shifted a little in the lawn chair. Her bare thighs peeled away from the white plastic with a mild sucking sound that she hoped Will hadn't heard. The boy paused a bit before answering, seemed to think over her offer for a moment. "No, thanks anyway, Mrs. Masters. I should finish while I'm still going strong. I'll just fill up the tank again and get started back up, OK?" He turned away from the porch without waiting for an answer and disappeared from view, walking around the corner of the house and into the garage. Dawn stood abruptly after the teenager was out of sight, shook her head and cursed herself for the umpteenth time for a fool. Get him out of your head, Dawn Masters, he's a boy, a mere stripling! You were there for his eighteenth birthday party a week ago! The next thought, unbidden, was, But he's so beautiful, like a living statue of a Greek god. "Aaacchh," she spat, disgusted with herself. Turning in to the house, the cooler air indoors went unnoticed as she continued to berate herself. You've known him since he was ten! His mother is your best friend: Jamie was the only one who seemed to care when Aaron died two years ago. She stayed with you, held you while you cried, kept you from falling at the funeral. The two years since had been hard years, lonely, frustrating years. There had been no men in her life, no warm body to snuggle up to in bed at night, no whiskered face to kiss her awake in the morning; not even a one-night-stand. The thought of such a thing tended to repulse her. She glanced over to a picture of her late husband, stuck to the refrigerator door with a magnet. Oh, Aaron, you bastard, she thought. How could you leave me a widow at thirty-four? Why did you go and die in that stupid plane crash, why didn't we have children, why did we make that stupid decision to wait to get pregnant? She forced herself to admit that this "decision" had actually been her idea, and Aaron, sweet Aaron, pleasant, good-natured Aaron, had readily gone along. Why didn't you fight me, Aaron? I might be caring for your child now, instead of lusting after my best friend's teenage son. Jamie doesn't deserve this - this betrayal. That's what Dawn decided it was: a betrayal of her friend, to be thinking such thoughts of Jamie's son. "Evil, that's what I am," she sighed. "Perverted and evil." She wandered about the kitchen, refilled her glass with fresh tea and ice, lifted it to her lips then set it down on the counter without tasting it. She ran her slender fingers roughly through her chestnut hair, then pressed her palms hard against her closed eyes, until little white lights started to dance behind her eyelids. Try as she might, Dawn couldn't force the image out of her mind: a fantasy image of Will atop her, gently stroking his hard, young cock in and out of her wet, willing vagina. Without realizing it, her thoughts had carried her to the kitchen window, and she now stood in front of the sink, gazing once again at the teenage boy, at the rippling arm muscles as he yanked the mower's starter cord and made it come alive with a muffled roar. Will, unaware that he was being watched, smiled to himself, wiped his sweaty face with the back of his hand, and commenced the completion of Dawn's yard. From her vantage point behind the glass, Dawn watched him push the machine away from the house toward the far end of the property. She chuckled throatily. Her subconscious mind had made the decision for her. "I guess I'll just have to learn to live with the fact that I'm perverted and evil," she said aloud, as her lustful eyes took in the young man's muscular ass under his oversized basketball shorts. ***** Still, Dawn was content to keep things as they were: strictly a fantasy. Will was eye- candy to her, nothing more. She could live with herself, she thought, if she kept things at that level. So now, with her mind made up, she watched her eye-candy approach the kitchen window, mower wheeling before him as he cut a new swath of grass. The fantasy of Will's body over hers, his hard member thrusting into her, displayed itself once more in her mind as he looked up from his work and waved innocently at her, then turned the mower and walked away from her again. She waved back absently with one hand, as the other crept surreptitiously to the waistband of her white denim shorts. She sucked in her tummy as cool fingers brushed against the warmth of her abdomen, and easily went down inside, past the elastic of her silky panties. For a moment, her fingertips delicately caressed the carefully trimmed hair at the top of her mons. She spent another moment in silent debate with herself: Will is only twenty feet away! But he's outside, and I'm in, and he can't see anything but my head and shoulders. But what if he comes in and sees you? He won't, he won't, and I'm-- A rigid finger plunged into the soft wetness of her vagina, squelching her internal debate. A shock of intense pleasure followed, and the hand she had used to wave at the boy now gripped the cold porcelain edge of the sink for support. Jesus, she was so wet down there. Dawn rubbed herself furiously, running one, now two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. Her knees nearly buckled as the orgasm built inside her. She shut her eyes tight and grunted as her fingers made frantic friction on her engorged clitoris. She imagined Will's hand down there, his fingers rubbing her, his tongue licking up her juices, pictured his mop of blond hair between her legs, his piercing brown eyes gazing lovingly up at her as he kissed her sensitive labia. "Ohhh, Will, yes, ahhh, that's it, honey!" she squeaked. She could hold it back no longer. The orgasm burst from within her, seemed to blast out of her belly. Fluid flowed out of her pussy, soaking her hand, her panties, absorbing into her shorts. She collapsed to her knees on the cold tile of the kitchen floor, panting, her eyes squeezed shut, her hand still down her shorts, her fingers now gently fluttering against her sex, as the final shudders of her orgasm subsided. She pulled her sticky hand out and pressed her palm flat against the floor, then the other one, as she struggled to catch her breath. She stayed in this all-fours position for another moment, gasping, then chuckling lustily over what she had just done. She knew that she looked a complete mess, with the crotch of her shorts soaked through - painfully obvious to anybody was the wet spot through her white shorts - her hair hanging in front of her face, sweat running down her cheeks and neck. And then she noticed that all was quiet outside. Will? WILL! Where was he? How long had he been finished? Oh, my sweet Jesus, what if-- The mower was gone, and there was no sign of the boy in her back yard. She ran to the front of the house and parted the drapes on the picture window in time to see her best friend's son pushing the machine as quickly as he could, across the street, up his driveway and into the garage. The last thing Dawn saw of the boy was his hand as he touched the button that slid the garage door down. "Good Christ," she wailed, "what have I done?" Her pleasure of a scant few minutes before was forgotten as Dawn sank onto the sofa, her body wrenched with bitter sobs and tears of self-loathing. **** If Dawn, crying in her living room, had known the real reason why Will had rushed home, she might not have wasted her tears. Once the teen had pushed the button to the garage door, he raced into and through the house to his bedroom, locked the door, and leaned his back against it. He then reached down to squeeze his penis through his shorts, stroking it a little over the fabric to make sure it was still hard. It was - it most definitely was! After what he had seen, why wouldn't it be? It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen! Will, his mowing completed, had entered the screened-in porch so he could knock and ask Mrs. Masters for payment. He had just raised his fist to rap on the door, when a movement through the door's ornate window caught his eye. He shifted his gaze to the left of the window so he could catch the movement again, just when Dawn's orgasm had hit. Will could not believe his eyes. He pressed his face to the window and cupped his palms around his face so he could see better. Mrs. Masters had her hand down her shorts, and it looked like she was diddling herself. Holy cow! She was really into it, wasn't she? Even though Will was still a virgin at the age of eighteen, he felt that he knew a lot about sex. He'd found his dad's stack of "forbidden" magazines one day and had spent quite a few hours alone with them, looking at the pictures of the men and women having sex, and reading the letters sent in by subscribers. Some of the letters talked about women masturbating, and they called it "diddling", which he'd thought was a funny word when he'd read it the first time, but now, watching Mrs. Masters, it really seemed appropriate. She was diddling herself into a frenzy, for sure. And then, Will thought he heard Dawn call out his name. What did that mean? He'd figure that one out later, but right now, he had a tent in his shorts like he'd never had before. He felt bigger and harder than when he'd accidentally walked in on his big sister coming out of the shower last month. And why not? His sister had been naked, but she hadn't been doing anything. Mrs. Masters had all of her clothes on, but she was doing something, that's for darn sure. Will saw Dawn drop to her knees, go down on all fours, her hair in her face. Cripes, she looked sexy that way. Funny, he'd never noticed her as hot before. She was just Mrs. Masters all his life, his mom's best friend. Kind of nice, kind of pretty, kind of sweet. But now-- Uh-oh, she's looking up. Did she see him through the window? Shoot, better get home! Will exited the porch, grabbed the handle of the mower and sped home, thinking he might have been caught spying by Mrs. Masters, and wanting to get to his room before his boner went away. He'd come back later and ask for money, no, maybe he'd ask his mom to do it for him, see what happened. Now, with the image of his suddenly sexy neighbor-lady playing with herself hot in his young mind, Will roughly pushed his shorts down to free his fully erect cock. He closed his eyes and stroked himself vigorously, playing the scene over and over again in his mind, then trading that image for a new one: it was his hand, Will's hand, bringing Mrs. Masters off, diddling her, her fingers digging into his shoulder muscles as she came, her voice panting his name again and again as she erupted over his fingers. Will stiffened his legs and pushed himself harder against his bedroom door, bracing himself for his own eruption. He felt his nuts tightening up and his cock getting bigger in his fist, then he opened his eyes as the first stream of come shot out of the purple head of his dick. Wow, that one shot like five feet, he thought, and then his orgasm overwhelmed him and he stopped keeping track. He squeezed his eyes tight again and pictured Mrs. Masters on her knees before him, her slim, curvy body naked now like the women in the magazines, her mouth open to receive the spurting jets of come ejecting from his cock. "Whoo-ee, that was a good one," he said to himself, picking up his sweat-soaked t-shirt from the floor and wiping up the mess he'd made. Will stripped the rest of the way and took a quick shower before he went down for dinner. Before stepping into the stall, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, stopped, and took a good look. At first he admired his nicely muscled body, but then became a bit self-conscious: the young man realizing suddenly that he is, down deep, still a boy. He dry-scrubbed his sweaty face with a palm, trying to dispel the thought, and stepped under the spray. "I wonder what Mrs. Masters sees in a kid like me?" **** Dawn had calmed down after a few minutes, and she sat, sniffling and taking deep, calming breaths. Her initial guilt at having been seen by Will, and her supposition that the boy had been scared by the sight, gradually turned to fear that Will would tell his mother, Jamie, what he had seen. What would she think of her old friend now? The strong ties that had bound them together over the years would be severed immediately, as if made of a spider's web. Dawn had to find out if Jamie knew anything; maybe she could nip this situation in the bud. Going to the kitchen, she poured a fortifying glass of wine, took a sip, and picked up the phone. "Hi, Jamie, it's Dawn." "Hey, neighbor! What's going on, hon?" "Well, your son was over here a little while ago, mowing my lawn, and he finished up and went home before I could pay him. Is, um...is everything OK?" "That doesn't sound like Will, does it?" Jamie chuckled. Dawn was beginning to think that Will hadn't said anything, was beginning to hope that he might not. "He's right here," Jamie continued, "eating dinner. Hey, Doofus," Jamie said, holding the phone away from her mouth, "Dawn said you ran off without collecting your exorbitant fee." Dawn heard a masculine chuckle in the background, and a muffled comment. She gritted her teeth and waited for the shoe to drop. Jamie came back to the phone. "Mystery solved, girlfriend. Doofus here says he had to run home and take a leak before he peed in his pants." Dawn heard a whining "Mom!" in the background and released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Jamie laughed at her son's protest, then said, "I'll send him over tomorrow morning, it's Saturday. I'm sure he'll be very happy to perform any other service you may need him for, as well. OK?" "OK, Jamie, thanks. I'll let you get back to your dinner, and tell Will he doesn't have to get here any earlier than ten. G'night!" She hung up, reached for the wine glass and gulped it greedily. The wine rushed to her head, forcing her to sit down in one of the breakfast barstools. She was processing the events of this afternoon and this evening too quickly - her emotions couldn't keep up with her thoughts. Dawn closed her eyes, leaned her elbows on the bar and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. The thought foremost in her mind was the realization that Will had chosen not to tell his mother about what he had seen. Well, she now asked herself, had he seen anything? Did I just have a near-nervous breakdown for nothing? It was the simplest explanation, and one she was more than willing to clutch at. Perhaps the reason Will had given his mother for rushing home had been true. She blew a lungful of air out forcefully in great relief and poured herself another glass of wine. As she sipped it, Dawn resolved to keep neighborly relations strictly compartmentalized. **** Shuffling down the hall the next morning, wrapping her terry robe loosely around her and tying the sash, Dawn approached the front door on unsteady bare feet. What time is it? she wondered. Uhhhh, how much wine did I end up drinking last night? The doorbell chimed again, and Dawn grumbled, "I'll be there in a minute, dammit, whoever you are, you rude, inconsiderate, mannerless, no-good son-of-a--- "Will!" she exclaimed as she opened the door wide, then remembered how she was dressed and shut it back to a slender crack. "What are you doing here so early, sweetie?" Damned if the boy wasn't a regular Adonis, even at this hour: dressed in a form-fitting tank top and cargo shorts, his curly blond locks glistened in the morning light; his slender, toned frame, browned by the sun, positively glowed with youthful energy. He had a big, friendly grin on his handsome face. Christ, she could absolutely gobble him up if she weren't so hung-over. "Early?" his response dragged her back to reality. "It's ten-thirty, Mrs. Masters. I've been up for hours!" Now the boy took a closer look at Dawn and his face registered concern. "Oh, jeez, did I wake you up? I'm sorry, ma'am, I can come back la--" "No, no, it's all right, dear. Time I was up, anyway. Ten-thirty? Is it really ten-thirty already? C'mon in, Will, go on in the kitchen." Dawn let the door swing open again and went back down the hall, talking over her shoulder. "Help yourself to anything, I'll get myself presentable and we can talk about today." "Okey-doke, Mrs. Masters." Will let himself in and, as he shut the door, he watched the back end of his mom's best friend head to her bedroom. Millions of thoughts were running through his head at that moment, primary of which was whether or not Mrs. Masters was naked under her robe. He'd caught a bit of cleavage when she'd answered the door, but then she'd pulled the robe tighter around herself. She seemed to have pretty nice boobs, not big ones like the women in the magazines, but not tiny. Somehow, he thought now, Mrs. Masters looks sexier, more exciting, when she has clothes on. Cripes, now I'm hard again! Good thing I'm wearing baggy shorts today, he thought as he entered the kitchen. There was a large, round Granny Smith apple in a bowl on the breakfast bar. Will polished it a bit on his shirt and took a big bite. As he munched the crunchy, tart fruit, Will's gaze wandered over to the spot by the kitchen sink, where Mrs. Masters had diddled herself the day before. The teenager swallowed the bite of apple and grinned at the memory. It has to be the hottest thing I've ever seen, he thought. Again, he puzzled over why she had called out his name while she did it. Had she been thinking of him at the time? Jeez, she's gotta be the same age as my mom. Do women as old as that go for guys my age? Will grinned again, somewhat involuntarily, and thought, Don't be stupid. Will Has His Way The overactive hormonal natures of 18-year-old boys notwithstanding, Will was still a virgin at his age by choice and not by chance. There was a self-control to Will that had kept him from giving in to the temptations laid before him at high school parties and other impromptu functions. Regardless of the fact that every fiber of his being was saying "YES!" to the many female classmates who seemed to want him, there was a tiny voice, sometimes just the merest squeaky whisper, that said "no." This was the one he listened to. Was it a so-called religious thing? Not as such: Will and his family weren't so big on organized religion; his parents, in fact, were both Catholic, but neither one had been on the inside of a church since they'd gotten married. For Will, the reason behind his abstinence was the simplest one: when it felt right, when it was going to happen with the right woman, he would know. Then - and only then - would he give up his virginity. He had made this decision two years prior to his eighteenth birthday. It had been one heck of a tough two years. He'd had to jerk off nearly every day to keep things under control, and every day he kept hoping that the right woman would come along soon. Still by himself in the kitchen, Will finished the apple and tossed the core into the waste basket under the sink cabinet. He was as familiar with Mrs. Masters's house as he was with his own. How many times as a kid did I come over to watch movies with her, when my parents went out? he asked himself. How many times did I fall asleep with my head in her lap, only to wake up the next morning in my own bed? Mrs. Masters is a nice lady, he finally decided. She's my mom's friend, and I'm not going to do anything to wreck that, or to spoil whatever friendship I may have with her. I'll just act as if nothing happened, as if I didn't see anything yesterday. I'll-- "Penny for your thoughts?" "Huh? What?" Will looked up to see that Dawn had entered the kitchen. Obviously she had showered; her brown hair was damp and shiny and pony-tailed, her face scrubbed pink and clean. She smelled wonderful to Will, like small spring flowers. She was dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt with the name of a health club emblazoned on the front, and cuffed khaki shorts. Her tiny, pedicured feet were bare, but she carried shoes and socks in one hand. To Will, she looked like a girl his own age, and his firm resolve of a few moments before seemed poised on a precipice. Dawn smiled at his discomfiture. "Sorry, Will. You looked so deep in thought, I just wondered if it was something you might want to share with me." "Oh! Uh...no, not really. School. Um, girls. Stuff. Like that," Will stammered. Dawn chuckled a little, reached out and tousled the boy's mop of blond curls. "OK, sweetie, you don't have to tell me." She took her hand away and turned to the fridge, her back to the boy. Will's head felt like it was on fire from Mrs. Masters's touch. It sent a tingle down his spine. He didn't even have time to process the feeling before she was asking him if he wanted anything to eat. He looked over at his neighbor, now standing at the open refrigerator door, one hip cocked to the side, a fist resting on it. His head was swimming a bit and he didn't know what was going on, what was wrong with him. He shook his head and was able to croak out something like "sure" in response to her question. "I'm having scrambled eggs," Dawn said, now bending over to get the carton on a lower shelf. Will couldn't help but notice the lovely, slender curve of her legs, nor the way her shorts rode up a bit into the cleft of her butt as she reached for the things she wanted. He felt himself getting hard, very hard, just from looking at Mrs. Masters. Then she shifted a little and the front of her t-shirt fell away from her body, and he had a direct, full view of her pert boobs. Oh god oh god, she's not wearing a bra, he thought desperately. "Want some?" "What?" Dawn straightened, eggs in one hand, milk in another. "I said, do you want some scrambled eggs?" "Yeah, sure, muh-muh-Mrs. Masters, scram-scrambled eggs would be fine." Dawn gave him a smile, shut the fridge door with a hip, and set the things down on the counter in front of Will. "I make the best scrambled eggs in three counties," she joked. "You're in for a treat, mister." Jeez, doesn't she know her nipples are sticking straight out from her t-shirt? Will thought. How can she be doing this to me? Yesterday I didn't even know her as anything but "old Mrs. Masters", but today...holy cow, I'm gonna shoot off in my pants! Dawn's smile shifted to a look of concern. "Will, what's the matter, honey? Your face is beet-red! Are you all right?" "Excuse me a minute, please." Will nearly fell off the stool in his haste. "Gotta go to the bathroom, sorry, I'll be right back." He almost ran down the hall. "I'm OK, really! Be right back!" he called over his shoulder. No sooner was the bathroom door shut than his fully erect cock was in his fist, pumping a load of semen into the toilet bowl. **** Once Will had disappeared down the hall, Dawn dropped her façade of cheerfulness. What is the matter with me? she thought, letting out a deep sigh. She pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers and rubbed the skin gently; her hangover headache seemed to be receding, but if she kept up this "nice-neighbor" act it might get worse. The boy was getting under her skin, she had to admit it. But what was wrong with him this morning, by the way? He ran off just now like a ghost was chasing him. Dawn still felt a bit troubled about whether or not Will had witnessed her yesterday with her hand down her pants. She wasn't quite ready after all to dismiss the possibility that he had. Is that why he's acting so strangely? And what's taking him so long in the bathroom? Maybe he's getting sick, she thought. I'd better go see, maybe send him home to Jamie. The mixing bowl went forgotten on the kitchen counter as Dawn approached the guest bath. There were muffled noises coming from behind the door: to her, they sounded like grunts of pain. But then there came the flush of the toilet and no more noises other than what a man might make when he was pulling up his pants - having been married to a man, Dawn was more than familiar with that sound, and also knew that Will might exit the bathroom any moment - so she crept back, barefoot on the carpeted floor, to the kitchen. She picked up the whisk and began to beat the eggs and milk, wondering what she would say to him when he emerged. **** Will stared at his face in the bathroom mirror, searching for an answer in the reflection. Ever since he'd made the decision to keep his virginity intact, the little voice that said "no" had been there, popping up to tell him: Wait, not this girl, she's not the one, not yet, Tiger. But it wasn't there now, the "no". Not even the tiniest little whisper. What did it mean? Was it OK to lose his virginity to Mrs. Masters, or did the lack of the little voice mean only that he didn't stand a chance with her? He was mighty confused, and though he wanted to believe that Mrs. Masters might be "the one", there was no way, in reality, that she would be interested in him. Would she? Naw! Crazy talk, pure and simple. He peered intently into his own eyes for one more long moment, then nodded. Forget about it, he told himself. She's just Mrs. Masters, and she has some scrambled eggs cooking for you, and then she has some work for you to do. Go on out there and be nice. He washed his hands and left the bathroom. **** The two ate breakfast in an uneasy silence, sitting across from each other at the breakfast bar, punctuating the quiet with meaningless smiles and nervous gestures. Will, for his part, wolfed down his eggs without really tasting them, and when he was done, Dawn dropped her fork onto her barely touched plate. "OK," she said, with forced cheerfulness, "here's what's on the agenda for today. I've got a bunch of stuff cluttering up the floor of the garage that needs a strong body to put up on the shelves. You up for it?" Will wiped his fingers with a napkin and grinned at Dawn. "'I'm yer huckleberry'," he drawled. She laughed. "Tombstone, right? I loved that movie - Val Kilmer had all the best lines!" She cleared her throat theatrically and lowered her voice to say, "'Yer a daisy if yuh do'." "'Yes, you are a good woman,'" Will continued, "'Then again, you may be the Anti- Christ'." Dawn gave him a look of mock-shock, then they both began giggling over their "quote-the-movie" game. Dawn motioned for Will to follow her out to the garage and he followed, both of them still chuckling warmly. "You and I saw that movie here, didn't we?" Dawn asked him. "Yeah, a couple of years ago. Mom didn't want me to see it, but I knew you would rent it if I asked you to. That's why you were always my favorite 'babysitter'." "Well, those were good times for me, too. Thanks for not telling your mom about those movies we watched together." And for not telling her about yesterday, she thought, but didn't say. "Are you kidding? I love keeping secrets from my mom. She doesn't need to know everything about my life." The sentence hung in the air for a moment or two, and Dawn looked at Will expectantly, but he said nothing more. She cleared her throat loudly, and the noise made a weak echoing sound in the closed garage. "All right! Let's get to work. See these?" She pointed to a number of boxes of varying sizes on the floor. "All of these need to be put up on the shelves here." The shelves were built-in, made of wood, the lowest being about five feet off the floor of the garage. "I don't care how you order them, or if you even put them up in any order. I'm just sick of the clutter. The ladder's over there, you climb up and I'll hold it steady." Will placed the six-foot step-ladder in front of the shelves, then bent to pick up a box. "Jeez, Mrs. Masters, whaddya got in here, bricks?" "Close," she said, grinning. "They're books. Probably from my college days. I'll never use them, but I can't bear to throw them out. And Will, honey?" "Hm?" he grunted, carrying the box over to the ladder and resting it on a chest-high rung. "I think we've reached the point in our friendship where you can call me 'Dawn'." "Well..." he paused and chewed on the thought a moment. "Seems kinda strange not to call you 'Mrs. Masters', but...OK, Dawn!" The boy's face lit up with a brilliant smile. Hearing him say her name for the first time gave Dawn a tingle in her belly that she tried to recover from quickly. She looked over at Will but he had apparently not noticed, being occupied with struggling the box up the ladder to the topmost shelf. Remembering her promise to steady the ladder, she rushed over and braced her arms on the opposite side of the frame and stood with both feet on the bottom rung. She looked up with concern at Will's safety, but all she could see was the bottom of the carton he was hefting. It was with a considerable amount of grunting and heaving that Will accomplished the placement of the first carton. He stepped down to the garage floor with a great show of exhaustion, and said, "OK, I'll see you tomorrow!" "What?!" "Just kidding! But holy cow, Mrs. - uh, Dawn, how many more of those one-ton boxes do you have?" She chuckled, then tsk-tsked in mock sympathy. "Poor sweet darling. That one was the heaviest, I think. Y'know, you didn't have to put that one on the highest shelf." "I guess I was just trying to show off, but I nearly killed myself," he grinned. He purposely chose a much smaller, lighter box for his next trip up the ladder and placed it daintily on the bottom shelf. "There," he wheezed, "whew!" "I can see this is gonna take all day," she teased. "Well, it will," he retorted, "if you don't steady the ladder like you said you would." He was now standing about three rungs up, with another box resting on the top step of the ladder, and grinning like the devil. "Whoops! Whoops, whoops!" he said, shifting side to side, making the ladder shimmy. "Will, look out!" Dawn noticed that Will's horsing around had caused the box on top of the ladder to fall towards him. Her warning was not in time, and the box slid down the ladder on Will's side and knocked him to the floor. He ended up sitting hard on his butt, the box between his splayed legs, a very surprised look on his face. Dawn rushed over to him. "Sweetheart, are you all right?" She knelt in front of him, pushed the box away from him, took his face in her hands. Some of his curly mop had fallen over his eyes, and she moved it away with a soft touch. "I'm OK," he muttered. "Nothing broken, I think. Sorry to scare you, I--" Will looked into the soft, concerned expression of his neighbor, saw true affection in her blue eyes, eyes that were a mere inch or two from his own, and without really thinking, closed his eyes and leaned forward to close the gap. His lips met hers briefly, just the softest of touches, but it was enough to start a chain reaction. Will felt soft, strong arms encircle his neck, felt warm, wet lips force themselves against his own. A tongue parted his lips, wrestled with his own tongue. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw that Dawn's were shut tight, so he closed his own again and let the kiss envelop him. He reached for her, pulled her tight to his chest. Dawn shifted her position slightly so she could sit in front of him, her legs now wrapped around his waist. Their hunger, their individual sexual need, pent up for so long, now released itself in the form of this long, drawn-out, marvelous, sensuous kiss. Will felt Dawn's breasts crushing against his chest, felt her nipples poking at him through the fabric of her t-shirt. His erection, full-blown but still trapped behind a zipper, pressed against the heat of her khaki-clad crotch. Hands roamed, through hair, down backs, across cheeks and necks, caressing, clutching, comforting. After several minutes of this, the initial frenzied kissing slowed to small smooches between gasps of air. "Will," Dawn finally said, "you feel so good, darling." Smooch, smooch. "It may be wrong, but I don't care." Smooch, smooch. "Do you think it's wrong?" She prevented him from answering for a few more minutes. "I just see it," he gasped, "as another secret I'm gonna have to keep from my mom." He pushed against her, and she allowed herself to be stretched out on the garage floor. Will knelt above her, palms flat on the floor on either side of her. He looked her over from top to toe. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "So are you," came the whispered reply. Dawn reached a hand up to him. Will stood, grasped it in his own, and helped her to her feet. They clutched at each other another moment, then she broke the embrace, took Will's hand, and led him wordlessly out of the garage and back into the house. **** Diffused sunlight filtering through the drawn drapes in Dawn's bedroom provided all the light they needed. A ceiling fan turned slowly over their heads, cooling their flesh but not their ardor. Dawn, the experienced lover, took gentle charge, pulling off the young man's tight tank top and brushing her fingertips along his downy chest. His nipples tightened at her touch. Her tongue darted out and pressed against the puckered flesh, then teeth nipped it gently. She stepped back to give herself elbow room, then pulled off her own shirt to stand before him half-naked. Will stared gratefully at her pert breasts, at her own puckered, excited nipples, and reached out a tentative hand toward one of them. Dawn pressed herself toward the hand and gasped as his large, slightly callused hand engulfed her breast. Will squeezed Dawn's soft, firm breast gently, felt her erect nipple tickling his palm. Running his rough thumb over the tip, he shivered gloriously at the sensation of it all. He ducked his head and put his mouth where his hand had been, sucked the firm button of flesh between his teeth. Dawn's sharp intake of air and her hand at the back of his head, pressing him closer, let him know he was doing something good. And it was good, he thought. It was good to be doing this, it was right. His body was definitely in "yes" mode, and, no surprise there, nary a peep from the "no". Dawn's lips peppered his neck and shoulder as he continued to suckle her nipple. Her hands ran to his back, then down to cup his butt, press his turgid erection against her crotch. She gave a long moan, then moved her hands to his fly. As his shorts fell around his ankles, then his boxers, his cock made its way into her small hand. She gripped it firmly, then released it to cup his tight scrotum and squeeze his balls gently. Dawn returned her hand to his erection and stroked the length of it with a feather-soft touch. The head of his cock was wet and dripping with his clear fluid; she palmed it and rubbed his wetness into the soft, spongy tip. It felt so good to Will that he was afraid he'd explode all over her hips and hand. He rested his forehead on the top of Dawn's head and gave a shuddering sigh. She released her hold temporarily and began giving his chest small, wet pecks with her soft, plump lips. Working her way down slowly, she kissed his muscular tummy and knelt before his erection. Dawn stared up at Will, whose eyes were burning into hers; she rested her palms on his flanks, broke her gaze by shutting her eyes, and found the side of his cock with her cheek. She stroked her cheek down the length of his penis, then up, then repeated the action on the other side, with the other cheek. Dawn luxuriated in the sensation of his hard flesh against her soft. She felt Will's legs tremble; she hadn't been teasing him, merely enjoying herself, but she did realize that he must be desperate by now. "Sit down, honey," she told him in a gentle tone. He quickly complied, plopping his butt down on the edge of the bed, his feet flat on the floor. He had somehow managed to gracefully extricate his feet from the shorts around his ankles. Dawn stood, unbuttoned the fly of her own shorts, and shifted them and her panties down over her shapely hips. She lifted one foot at a time out of them and tossed them carelessly to the side. Will thought Dawn was the most beautiful, sexiest woman he'd ever seen in his short life. His eyes devoured her: the clear, tanned skin, the comparative whiteness of her cupcake breasts, her slightly rounded, but firm and well-muscled tummy, and her legs. He realized now that he'd subconsciously admired her legs for years: curvy, not too skinny, with great muscle tone in the calves. And what about her face? Framed by her shiny brown hair, Dawn's bright blue eyes and dazzling, honest smile had always been able to cheer him up when he was down. Suddenly he felt lucky, gifted, almost blessed, to be here in this place with this special woman. He wanted to tell her these things, but he couldn't find the words, and then all capacity for coherent speech disappeared as he felt Dawn's mouth engulf his cock. Fragments of thought jazzed through his mind as he felt her lips, her tongue: Warm. Wet. It's. Jesus. It's. Oh. Mmm. For Dawn, her two-year, self-imposed celibacy couldn't have ended at a better time, or with a better man. Yes, she thought, Will is a man, and, oh, Jesus, I'm sucking his beautiful cock. And it's attached to the sweetest, most beautiful man I've ever met. And I can't wait to feel him inside of me, oh, I'm ready, I'm so damned ready. Dawn didn't even consider the possibility that such a handsome, popular boy would still be a virgin at the age of 18. Will wanted to tell her, but then didn't want to - despite all that had happened so far, the smoothness with everything had fallen into place today, a small part of him feared that Dawn might laugh, might change everything by embarrassing or ridiculing him. Will Has His Way Still, when Dawn rose to her feet, bent to kiss Will again and suggest that they get more comfortable, the words just blurted out as he pushed himself back onto the bed and lay next to her. "Dawn, you're my first." "What?" She immediately grasped the significance of his statement. "Oh, Will, sweetie, do you want to stop?" A look of concern furrowed her brow. "No! I didn't mean that - I - I - I mean, I want you to be my first. I chose you. You're 'the one'...oh, jeez, I'm not saying it right - " She silenced him with a tender kiss, then lifted her head so she could look at him. A small smile of gratitude, or something like it, crossed her face. She traced his jawline with a fingertip. "I understand, baby. Thank you for choosing me. Um - do you want my help with..." "Oh, no! I know what to do!" he grinned, as he shifted his body over hers. His cock was almost painfully erect, curving upwards toward his torso as he got in between her spread legs. He gripped it and pushed it down to point it at Dawn's willing, wet vagina. She helped guide him in, then gripped his cock once the head had penetrated her labia. "Go slow, honey. It's been a while for me. I want you, Will, I need you inside me, but I also need you to be gentle, OK?" Will nodded, backed off a little, moved in slowly, carefully, almost excruciatingly carefully, until he was fully inside her. He kept his eyes on her face, ready to catch the slightest sign that he was hurting her. "Sweetie." "Yeah?" "You can move a little faster now." And he did. Taking full strokes out, the end of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, he would stroke out slow, then stroke in quickly, burying his cock so that their pelvises bumped together. Dawn wrapped one arm around Will's neck and clutched his butt with her other hand, pushing him down and in, and soon his speed quickened so that the sight of his cock pistoning in and out became a blur. Will's vocabulary was reduced to grunts as he came closer and closer to orgasm; Dawn's was merely monosyllabic noises of assurance that Will was doing it exactly right. "Mm, mm, yes, yes, Will, mm, hmm, yes! Good, good, good, oh, yes! Oh, Will! God, god, god, yes!" Dawn's entire body, her full being, was throbbing with pleasure, with ecstasy, with desire for this young man who was filling her so completely. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm and stamina. Jesus, she'd expected him to come by now, but he had some pretty impressive staying power. Will had already brought her to two orgasms, head-thrashing, sheet-ripping orgasms that were a new experience for her, despite her own age and experience. Will then started slowing down, and his erection began to stretch Dawn's vaginal walls as it grew bigger around. Omigod, she thought, here it comes, here he comes, oh, yes -- "Baby, baby, fill me, oh, fuck, Will, yes, fill me with your come, oh goddammit you feel so fucking good!" Dawn's "dirty talk" excited him, Will didn't know why, but it went straight to his head, then back down to his cock. He pushed into her roughly, then lifted Dawn's hips off the bed, pulling her as close as he could as he shot his seed deep into her clenching vagina. He threw his head back and roared as his orgasm shook him. Will's climax triggered a sympathetic final orgasm in Dawn, not the most intense of the day, but certainly the sweetest, the most meaningful. A wave of emotion washed over her, made her catch her breath, forced tears to the edges of her eyes. Will saw it, thought he'd hurt her somehow in the final stage of their lovemaking. "Oh, no," Dawn assured him, cupping his face in her palm, caressing his cheek. "No, baby." She smiled a small smile and looked away for a moment in thought. "I think," she continued, "I think I just realized that I'm in love with you, Will." Will's first response was to press his mouth to Dawn's in a fierce kiss. "I love you, too," he whispered. They kissed some more, and cuddled, and made sleepy talk. They dozed for a bit, and Will woke Dawn by kissing and licking her softly between her legs, and they made love again, sweetly and tenderly. The time finally came for Will to go home to his parents. He hurriedly dressed and ducked into the bathroom to wash his hands and face. When he emerged, Dawn was standing in the bedroom doorway, still naked, still beautiful - even more so, with the look of love all over her. She approached him languidly and draped her arms around his neck. "Go home, my conquering hero," she said, kissing him softly, "but don't forget where I live." He frowned when she produced a fifty-dollar-bill and tucked into his front pocket. "Ah-ah-ah!" she laughed, wagging a finger at his scowling face. "If you go home without money, after supposedly working for me all day, what will your mother think? Anyway, that's for the mowing the lawn yesterday." "Was that yesterday? Seems like a million years ago." "And it'll seem like a million more years until you're in my bed again." "I'll come over as soon as I can tomorrow. What should I tell my mom?" "I don't know. Tell her we're going to watch Tombstone together," she grinned, pushing him toward the front door. She didn't want to let him go. Maybe someday she wouldn't have to. He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, looked at her, smiled tenderly then lustfully. Dawn reached for his head and drew him down to her for the last kiss of the day, gave his cock a firm squeeze through his shorts. "Go! Now! Before I change my mind," she laughed. Will stepped out into late afternoon sunshine and started to close the door behind him, then ducked his head back in around it. "'I'm yer huckleberry'," he drawled, and he was gone. THE END