14 comments/ 66968 views/ 9 favorites Becky Robs the Cradle By: RebeccaBrowning Hello faithful readers. It's been a while since I added to my "It's My Life" series. In the meantime I've decided to write about something that happened a little more recently. This happened in the mid 90's. I was divorced from Mike and we were through, once and for all. I had moved to a larger city and had gotten a job as a clerk in a library. I was pushing forty, alone and lonely, when I first noticed the young man. Typical of me, he had his sights already set on me much earlier, but I had not noticed. ................. Chapter One - "He looks like "The Beaver!" "Oh, Mrs. Browning?" my co-worker Anna chirped in a sarcastic tone. "Your favorite patron has a request for you." I looked up from the pile of books I was trying to put in proper order to be shelved, and saw Robert on the other side of the counter with a big smile on his face. Robert had on his traditional shirt and tie, which must have been the required uniform for his job as a student legislative assistant for a downstate Assemblyman, and his smile got wider when I greeted him in my usual manner. "Morning Robert!" I said as I took his request from his hand. "What can I do for the future Governor?" "The boss needs copies of a couple of articles," he replied. As I wrote some additional information on the cards to make it easier for the stacks staff to retrieve them, Robert made his usual small talk. "That's a pretty blouse, Mrs. Browning," Robert said as he fidgeted nervously. "Thank you Robert," I said. "That's how you're going to make it to the White House someday. One fib at a time." I didn't mind taking a compliment for a two year old blouse, especially when Robert was so sincere about it. "That boy has got it bad for you," Anna mentioned to me as I took care of his request. "And that ain't good," I replied. "He's got charm, manners and impeccable grooming. Everything you could ask for in a man. Too bad he's just a boy." That was an exaggeration, of course, as I knew he had to be at least 18, but he wasn't much older than that. Since I was at least twice his age, it was just a crush by a lonely kid. I enjoyed being the object of any man's attention, but I did have my limits, or so I thought. "He's a real cutie though," Anna added. "You know who he looks like? The Beaver! You know, like on Leave It To Beaver?" "I guess," I said, hoping Anna would fall down the elevator shaft at lunch so that she would stop riding me. "I suppose that makes me his teacher. The one he had a crush on. What was her name... Miss Landers?" In reality, he DID look like the Beav. Chubby little cheeks, and bad haircut and always looking like he was wearing his father's clothes, Robert was as cute as could be, especially with his perfect manners and gentlemanly ways. "Hey, you could do worse - and have before, right?" Anna reminded me, reaffirming my own commitment to never tell anybody about my past again. I smiled and rolled my eyes, not letting on that the very same thought had crossed my mind just as she was saying that. ... Chapter Two: Spit it out. It was couple of days later when Robert returned with another request. Actually two requests. The first request was easy enough to handle, as all I had to do was look up the Dewey Decimal number on the computer. The second request was a lot more work on both of our parts. "I - um - er, well. I was thinking. You know. If you wanted to that is. I just didn't know and you don't have to because it's okay." This went on for at least a minute. I watched my usually mild-mannered and eloquent Robert stammer and mumble almost incoherently as he tried to get a sentence out. His face grew red and sweat was beading up on his forehead, and I feared he was going to have a seizure right there on the public floor. Robert had gotten off to a bad start seconds before, when I caught him peeking down the front of my blouse. Not usually the type to flaunt myself, this purple V-neck top was about as revealing as I would get a work. The blouse was a barometer of how desperate a guy was. If he took the time to peek down there to inspect my sad little orbs, then I knew that the guy must either be extremely horny or in need of a laugh. Lunch. It had something to do with lunch, I finally surmised. "Spit it out Robert," I finally said with a chuckle. "I don't bite - at least not in public." He wanted to know if I had gone to lunch yet, and if I hadn't, would I like to join him in the park? "Sure," I said, looking up at the clock. It was 12:05, and I didn't go to lunch until 1. "Wait a second." I went back to Anna, who was on her way out the door, and asked her to switch lunch times with me. Not usually a big deal between us, but she was halfway out the door when I caught her. "Who am I to stand in the way of romance?" Anna quipped as she put her lunch back on her desk. "Can you fit a sandwich and a quickie in before one?" "Get your mind out of the gutter," I cautioned her, after thanking her. "He's a gentleman." "It wasn't him I was thinking about." ... Chapter Three: In the park with Robert. Lunch in the park with Robert was an extraordinary affair. Never in the history of mankind has a woman had more doors opened for her in less than an hour. I was pampered and treated like a Queen, or at least as much as one could be while sitting on a park bench (wiped off with a napkin by my personal Sir Galahad, of course. It was way over the top and silly, and I loved it. During that lunch, Robert was a dazzling conversationalist. He was interested in me and my past. I told him about my ex-husband Mike, leaving out the parts about him being a user and a scumbag, while omitting my mindless compliance with his every wish. Robert told me about himself; he was 18 (almost 19 - in only four months he made clear), and had been accepted to Cornell in the fall on a full academic scholarship. He was very interested in politics, and when the chance for this internship came up he leaped at the chance to see the process up close. "Girlfriend at home?" I asked, and was surprised at his reply. Not so much the fact that he said no, but more the way that he answered, as if no girl in the world could be interested in him. Hell, I thought he was wonderful, and while I admit to not always having the highest standards, the fact of the matter was that this was just a nice kid - man, I mean. As we walked around the area after eating, Robert explained the different governmental buildings that surrounded us, and what their functions were. He told stories of the history of our state government and the people that ran it, and occasionally ran it into the ground. He was a walking encyclopedia, and spoke to me as if he weren't instructing but merely talking. "I'm sure you know all this," Robert said. "I just find it fascinating that all of this is happening around us. "Some of it," I said, and didn't mention how little I did know. I had lived in this city for five years, and was embarrassed that somebody half my age and who had grown up 150 miles from here probably had forgotten more about the city than I even knew. I barely knew who Alfred E. Smith was! Robert knew all the governors of the state in order, from Mario Cuomo back to George Clinton. "George Clinton?" I asked. "Isn't he in a group? Parliament or Funkadelic or something like that?" Robert didn't know what I was talking about, which made two of us. I was just trying to make sure he wasn't pulling my leg. "George Clinton was the first governor, and he was also vice-president under Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, so I think he must not be the same one," James informed me. "Oh, THAT George Clinton," I said, giving his arm a little squeeze. If Robert had suspected that I was an idiot, my playful hug of his arm erased all that, as he seemed very excited over that brief show of affection. "I had a wonderful time," I exclaimed as we ended up in front of the library a little after one. "I wish I had a longer lunch." "You do?" Robert said. "Of course, didn't you enjoy it?" Robert went into his spastic mode again, and because I had to get back to work, cut him off after a few seconds. "Look, do you have a pen and something to write with?" I asked, and Robert came up with a scrap of paper but nothing to write with. "How's your memory?" I asked, and gave him my phone number. "Some night if you get bored and want to talk, give me a ring. Maybe we can get together sometime." The sight of Robert silently mouthing my phone number over and over as he stuck out his sweaty hand for me to shake, and continuing to do so earnestly as I went through the revolving doors, gave me goose bumps. I was certain that Robert would remember my phone number, and so I wasn't really surprised when my phone rang. The fact that I heard it ringing the moment I unlocked the front door of my apartment building after work, and kept ringing while I climbed the three flights to my apartment, and continued to ring as I fumbled with my keys - now that was a little surprising. ... Chapter Four: A date with Robert. Robert was five minutes early when he arrived at my apartment that Friday evening. It was hard to tell that it was a Friday night, because Robert arrived in a shirt and tie again, even though the blue shirt was a little snazzier than his usual white or ivory ones. "You look like you're going to work," I commented as I let him in to my very humble home. "Feel free to lighten up after hours, babe." "Oh," Robert said nervously as his eyes darted around my apartment like he was waiting for someone to yell SURPRISE! and throw confetti. "You always say that I look good when I go to your work, so..." "You do Robert, I'm just teasing you," I told him. "How do I look?" I was decidedly less formal than Robert was, and the fact that you could see my nipples trying to tear through the silky white fabric of my blouse, was not lost on Robert. Good thing too, since I hadn't been priming my nipples for my own benefit as I went to answer his knock. "Beautiful," he mumbled. "You look beautiful." Obviously Robert was a little bit of a tit man, or maybe more accurately a little tit man. Whatever, my little cones had a fan in Robert, that much I had already figured out, so I was prepared to use whatever I had to keep his interest. How the date came about was rather interesting. When I finally got to the phone that afternoon, at around a quarter to six, Robert talked. Then I talked. We talked until 9 that night, and while we talked I got undressed, threw a Lean Cuisine in the microwave, went to the bathroom, ate dinner, trimmed my toenails and even brushed my teeth. "Sorry," I said when Robert asked what that noise was in the background, and what he had heard despite my best efforts to muffle the mouthpiece while he spoke. "I was getting ready to hit the hay. In a few minutes you would have been in bed with me," I said with a giggle. "What time is it?" Robert asked after stammering and sputtering a little, and when he discovered how late it was, apologized profusely. "Hey, it was a conversation, Robert," I reminded him. "If I didn't want to talk I would have ended it a long time ago. I enjoy talking to you - a lot." That was no lie. Robert was much less nervous speaking on the phone, even more relaxed than he had been in the park, and the conversation never lagged for a moment. He spoke about having few friends in school, of being picked on a lot, and about how lonely he was up here so far from home. I told him about my loveless marriage, leaving out a lot of the more lurid details, and how I was lonely too. How did he end up asking me out? He didn't. I asked him. I wasn't going to make him go through his nervous ritual, and there was always the chance that he wouldn't ask, so I took the initiative. Call me what you will. "Maybe go to the movies," I suggested, mentioning a local theatre that was in walking distance. "I don't have a car," Robert said. "Me neither," I reminded him. "We can walk there. And don't worry about paying for it. It's my treat." Having heard of the pitiful pay he got from his job (apparently wage laws don't apply to office holders - they only pass laws for others to comply with), I knew there was no way he could afford to take anybody out on a date, and while I was far from affluent, I was doing alright in comparison. "Unless you'd rather not," I said, suddenly realizing that maybe he didn't want to see me in that kind of way. "NO-NO-NO!" Robert yelled into the phone abruptly. "I mean, I want to. Yes, but I can pay for it," he insisted, and after a little sparring it was determined that we could split it, since Robert made it clear that he was not going to have me pay his way too. The weather was our friend, as it was a very nice evening for a walk. What we would have done if it had rained? When we got to the local theatre, which was a small two-screen theatre that showed a lot of art house stuff, the movie we had planned on seeing was sold out. This left us with only one choice. "Two for 'The Incredibly True Story of Two Girls in Love'," Robert said without making eye contact with the ticket seller, which probably would have sent him slinking into the pavement in shame. The movie was indeed incredible, and even though I'm sure I enjoyed it more than Robert did, his reactions during the film showed that he liked it as well. As we left the theatre we passed through the mob assembled outside the lobby for the next show, and as we walked through, someone that worked on another level of the library called out my name. I waved, too far into the current of the crowd flow to stop and chat, and after we reached the cool air of the street, we looked around. "How about a drink," I suggested, and then mentally gave myself a boot in the butt for forgetting he wasn't about to get served anywhere. "Or a cup of coffee." "That would be great," Robert replied. "That must have been embarrassing for you back there," Robert said after we headed down the street. "That person recognizing you - with me and all." "Me?" I answered, pausing on the middle of the sidewalk. "You're the one that should feel weird. You probably feel like you're out with your mother." "No I don't," Robert said with that earnest look in his eyes, although this time with a little fiery touch added. "When I walked through with you back there I felt like I was a celebrity. You know - when they walk out on the red carpet and people call out to them. Never felt special like that before." Anybody other than Robert saying that would have caused me to laugh in their face. Even with Robert, I let out a little chuckle before controlling myself. "Follow me," I insisted, and walked back to the front of the theatre, grabbing Robert's sweaty hand and dragging him with me. "Carol," I said as we reached the woman that had called out my name. "What are you going to see?" "Two Girls," Carol said, looking at me and then at Robert, standing at my side. "It's a great movie, we just saw it!" I told her. "Carol, this is my date, Robert." Carol smiled at Robert and greeted him warmly, and I noticed that Robert wiped his hand on his pants before shaking her hand, and the hand of Carol's husband. "Good to see you, and nice to meet you, Robert," Carol said as the throng began to move inside the building, taking them away from us and leaving us outside in the flashing lights of the marquee. "There, now you've met the common folk that follow us celebrities around," I told Robert. "Now how about that coffee?" Robert wasn't even shocked when I grabbed his hand again and held it, and as he led me down the street there was a little bounce to his step that might not have been there before. ... Chapter Five: Second date. We spent the rest of that evening at a coffee shop near my apartment. After three cups and a glazed donut, I was wired and ready for action. Robert had other plans. "Sure you don't want to come up?" I asked as coyly as I could manage, as I stood on the bottom step of the landing. "Thanks, but I have some things to do early tomorrow morning," Robert answered. "Can we do this again tomorrow night?" Anybody else, and I would have assumed that to be bullshit, but when it came out of Robert's mouth I believed it, or at least gave him the benefit of the doubt. I told him that after checking my mental date book, by some incredible coincidence, it appeared that I was still free on a Saturday night and would be happy to see him then, although he was welcome to come up for a drink now. It wasn't like he was going to get into my pants or anything. I never gave it up on the first date, but we could have played around for a little while. Just because he wasn't going to score didn't mean I wasn't going to let him run the bases some. "Well, do me a favor then," I said after he politely declined, and undid his tie, pulling it out from his collar and unbuttoning his top button. "You wear a tie around here at night and somebody will think you've got a buck in your pocket and you'll get mugged for sure," I told him. "And around your place it's probably even worse. Here - take this with you." With that I threw the tie around his neck and pulled his face to mine, planting one of my patented Becky lip-locks on him before he could get away. "That's so you don't forget about me before tomorrow night!" I told Robert, who was dumbstruck and reeling from the kiss, almost like he had never been kissed before. "And no tie tomorrow night!" I cautioned him before skipping up the steps and into the building. ... Chapter Six: Saturday night. Robert wore a polo shirt and looked much more relaxed to me the next night when he arrived at my door. We walked over to the theatre again, but this time we got a little damp from the light rain that started just as we neared the theatre. We watched the movie we had tried to see the night before, one of those Tom Clancy submarine movies, and this time when we left the theatre it wasn't like a red carpet but more like a blue ocean. After standing under the marquee and watching it rain, we looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders in unison. "Let's go!" I yelled, and took his hand and raced down the street. After a thorough drenching, I pulled Robert into the doorway of a bar. I moved him past the bored guy at the door who was supposed to be checking I.D.'s before he or Robert knew what had happened, and into a booth near the bar. "What do you want?" I asked Robert as a server approached us. "And stop acting like you haven't been in a bar before. You like beer? Yes? Then just say Bud or something when she asks you. what you want." I ordered a vodka and tonic, and Robert managed to blurt out "Bud" sounding much like those frogs did in the commercial. All well and good, and no questions asked, although I realized I was already corrupting the boy. "I like the other movie better than that one," Robert said as we watched a band finishing setting up at the other end of the room, assuring that any conversation would be short-lived. "Really?" I said in surprise. "I though the other one might be a little too much of a chick movie for you, in more ways than one. "No, I thought that was interesting, and the two of them together seemed more natural the more I watched it," Robert said. "Does that happen a lot?" "You mean girls and girls together?" I asked. "Well, it happens, but I don't know how much. Have you ever been interested in another guy?" "Me - Oh God! No!" Robert said, acting all spastic again. "I don't think it's the same with guys as it is with girls. Girls are just so attractive looking, but guys are just... guys." "I guess so, unless you're a girl, or a gay guy," I told him. Becky Robs the Cradle "I suppose. Have you ever been - you know, interested in a girl?" I looked at him over the rim of my tipped glasss, trying to decide whether he wanted to hear the truth or not. After living a lie for so long as a wife married to a devious and manipulating husband, I had grown tired of the deception. "Yes." "Yeah, but you didn't ever..." "Oh," Robert responded softly, picking at the label of his beer bottle, the look in my eyes giving him the answer to the unasked follow-up question. "Does that matter to you?" "No," he responded. "Just curious." "What's it like? With another woman, I mean," Robert asked after a deafening and lengthy silence. "Probably a dumb question." "What's it like?" I thought aloud. "When it's special, and it's right, it's a magical experience. You think that you're in heaven. When it isn't, it's boring or even lousy. The same way with a guy. It's either fantastic, a mistake, or something in-between." "And no, it wasn't a dumb question," I added. "I thought for a minute that you were going to ask to watch or something." "No, I wouldn't ever - I mean, like in the movie. When the two girls were together and being intimate, it was really exciting to watch and everything, but I also felt like I was... you know, almost intruding." I shook my head and smiled, amazed at the consideration and wisdom this naive guy already displayed, and hoped with all my heart he would never change. "You amaze me," I finally said just before the band started to play. "How did somebody get so smart so fast?" ... Chapter Seven: Dancing. We nursed our drinks through a couple of songs that were played loudly and badly, and Robert resisted my request to dance during some redneck anthem. When I heard a familiar introduction to a slow song, I didn't ask but instead jumped to my feet. "C'mon babe," I implored him. "If you don't dance with me, I'll dance alone." "I don't know how," Robert insisted, but did not resist when I grabbed his hand. "Neither does anybody else," I said, wrapping my arms around Robert's neck. "Just hold me." The song was Led Zeppelin's 'Thank You', and I moved us out to the middle of the dance floor, where the sound and the lights surrounded us, filling our ears and eyes as we swayed together. I held Robert tightly, looking at the way he was trying so hard to stay in time, and the soggy clothes and the amateur band no longer seemed to matter. I buried my face in Robert's shoulder, wishing I was 20 years younger. Wishing I had met nice guys like Robert back when I was his age, and danced the dances somebody that age should have danced, instead of the ones I chose or had chosen for me. "That was great," I exclaimed after the song ended, grateful that his shirt was already so damp that the tears I left there weren't noticeable. "And you said you couldn't dance!" ... Chapter Eight: My place. We left the bar and headed toward my place. The rain had mercifully stopped, so the walk was very pleasant if a bit cool. Robert had his arm around my shoulders, which I had encouraged by leaning into him as we walked. "C'mon up," I said to him after we reached the steps of my building, and this time he only hesitated a second before following me up, and the fact that the rain was starting up again likely made the decision easier. "Want a soda or something?" I asked Robert after we got inside. "Coffee? Tea?" I continued. "Me?" "No thanks," Robert said. "Well, you aren't going anywhere tonight pal, so why don't get your wet stuff off of you," I suggested. "Here, you can hide under this while I throw your wet stuff in the dryer." I tossed Robert a light blanket throw and headed for my bedroom, where I tore off my own wet clothes and threw on a very loose fitting tank top and a pair of very short shorts. Checking myself in the mirror, I practiced my entrance. The tank top was open on the sides and hid very little, and the shorts were so skimpy that if I had been wearing panties you could have seen them. "Hope you haven't run out the door," I whispered to no one as I headed back out to the living room. I also was hoping that he wouldn't run when he saw me and my "come and get it" outfit. Happily, Robert was sitting on the couch when I rejoined him. Huddling under the throw, he looked frightened, and the look did not change when I pranced in and stood in front of him. "How do I look?" I asked Robert, who looked up at me briefly before averting his eyes down. Thankfully, he wasn't looking away, but was looking at my legs. "Nice," he said, and I did a little pirouette for him so he could check out the whole package, such as it was. "Hey, you still have your shirt on!" I noticed, and quickly knelt on the cushion next to him and started to pull it off of him. He put up a little struggle, protesting that it wasn't so wet, but when I want to get somebody clothes off, I can't be stopped. I pulled the soggy shirt off of him and tossed it next to the pants that he had folded neatly. Before he pulled the blanket back up, I got a quick view of his upper torso. A little soft, but not bad. The fact that his chest was hairless was a little disappointing, but I got a glimpse of his legs, which were nicely furred. "You're lucky to be able to do your clothes in your apartment," Robert said. "I have to go to the laundromat." "So do I" I said, and quickly straddled Robert's legs as I jumped onto his lap. "I thought you..." "I lied. It was my way of getting you to take your clothes off." Assuming the position, I felt something very hard sticking me between my legs as I sat on his lap. I ground myself into the bulge, losing all sense of decorum, and from the look of horror on Robert's eyes, this was a little more than he was expecting. I was just about to pull the tank top over my head, since it was only getting in the way of Robert's efforts to look at my titties, when his eyes practically popped out of his head. "No!" he wailed, and as I straddled him and watched in confusion, his mouth opened wide, and the veins in his neck bulged. His face took on a tortured appearance, and as I watched his eyes roll back in his head, I finally figured out what was happening. My boy Robert was cumming. I went back to rocking on him, hoping he could get as much out of it as he could, and from what I saw, it was plenty good for him at least. After what had to be the longest male orgasm on record, I felt his body relax, and he lowered his head, his face red from either embarrassment or exertion, or both. "I'm sorry - sorry," Robert said meekly. "Hey babe, it's no big deal," I reassured him, and then lifted his chin when I saw that he was on the verge of tears. "Sorry," he muttered again as he shook his head. "It's okay babe," I said, leaning forward and hugging him., letting him get his emotions in check before leaning back up. "You certainly seemed to enjoy it, and I liked watching you." "I always wanted everything to be so special and perfect," Robert said finally. "Life isn't like that," I told him. "It's not the end of the world, or even close. Matter of fact, you don't know how good that makes me feel - being able to get a guy excited like that." "It's just that I never... " A virgin. Not exactly a surprise, but he sounded so cute as he tried to say it without saying it, that I had to help him. "You're a virgin. So what?" I told him, then adding, "I was one once myself, I think." "No, I mean that I never - you know - messed around." "Messed around? You mean that you've never had oral sex? Petting?" No. Solemn head shakes. "Last night with you was the first time I ever kissed a girl - except my mom and stuff like that." "You never went out with a girl?" "Not before last night." "Why?" I asked, thinking that the kid was coming out of the closet or something. "You're a great guy, and you're cute too. I know you're a little shy, but come on!" "Girls don't date fat guys." "Fat?" I said in shock, figuring that this poor kid had an even more negative body image than I did. "You aren't fat. A couple of weeks in the gym and you'd be Charles Atlas." "Well, two years ago I weighed about 400 pounds." ... Chapter Nine: Not half the man he used to be. I listened in shock as Robert told me the story of his life. He broke a leg badly when he was 9, and combined with being bedridden for a long time, his parents divorced in the middle of his recuperation. He got depressed and developed a passion for Nestle's chocolate bars, somehow blaming his broken leg for their breakup. "Sounds stupid, I know." "Not to me," I answered, not wanting to bring down this party any further in a recitation of what went on inside my brain as a kid. He ate out of boredom, and the fatter he got the more depressed he became. He became more and more introverted as the weight piled on, and even after he was able to get back to normal physical activity, he didn't. No more ball playing or bike riding. He read and studied instead. "Not exactly a way to be popular," Robert noted. "Being fat, shy and on the honor roll is really asking for it." The turning point for Robert came in eleventh grade. The Junior Prom was coming up, and while Robert knew he wouldn't be going, a couple of his classmates somehow convinced him that there was a girl who was hoping he would ask her to go. "I think I knew in my heart that it wasn't true," he said of the girl, who was everything Robert wasn't; attractive, popular and outgoing. "They kept it up, and so finally I got up the courage to ask her. She was standing by her locker alone, but as I came up to her, a bunch of kids began to come around. I was too far into it, so I just went ahead and asked her." "I take it the answer was no," I offered. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Robert said. "Excuse my language, but that was what she said. The kids around us laughed their asses off of course." "Charming young lady," I said. "Turns out she thought that she was having a joke played on her, and afterward she apologized to me," Robert explained. "Not in front of a crowd, but she did say she was sorry." "Not as sorry as you, I'll bet." "It was actually the best thing that could have happened to me," Robert said. "The next day I began to exercise. Walking at first, and then as summer came around, I took to running around the track at school. Not far and not fast at first, but that was how I spent my summer. Ever see a fat guy running? It provided entertainment for the people passing by, but every snicker and every finger pointed was an incentive to me." Robert kept exercising and watching his diet, and the pounds kept coming off. By his graduation the next year he had lost over 150 of the more than 200 pounds he would eventually lose, and was the valedictorian of his class. "My speech - or rant, didn't go over well," Robert admitted. "Especially following the salutatorian's cute little Dr. Seuss parody. I ranted about how it was nonsense to have people call us the bright future of the country, when so many of us spend so much time belittling and abusing those they find inferior. It was actually pretty well written, and I got a lot out of my system." "Tell me that you got a standing ovation and they carried you out of the auditorium," I pleaded, looking for a John Landis type ending to this little drama. "Well, the other fat kids and ugly kids loved it," Robert said. "The rest of the crowd was mostly polite but shocked. I got heckled and booed a little when I got my diploma at the end, but it was worth it." "I wish I had been there to hear it," I told Robert, kissing his forehead as I felt a resurgence poking up between my legs. My thighs were screaming for relief after straddling him all that time as he told his story, and felt this was a good time to change positions. "I would have given you a standing ovation - and speaking of standing," I said as I climbed off of Robert. "Seems like something else is standing. Something I want to get better acquainted with." ... Chapter 10: Robert exposed. I climbed gingerly off of Robert and yanked the throw off of him before he knew what was happening. He was wearing white underwear that had a prominent bulge in them, along with a massive stain that was the result of my humping him. "Time for these to come off," I announced as I crawled between his legs and reached for the elastic. "It's not very big," Robert apologized as I tugged the gooey fruit of the looms over the bulge. "Honey," I said as I watched his cock spring out of its sticky confines. "Stop apologizing." "And just for the record," I added as I kept by eyes on his erection while he lifted himself off the couch to facilitate my efforts, "it's incredible." I don't know what I was expecting, and having seen more cocks than I would have cared to admit, I had to admit he wasn't very well endowed in the length department. As for the thickness, let's just say that Robert's twitching erection certainly got my attention. My hand reached out to grab Robert's cock, causing him to moan softly as my paw gripped his hardness. A hand that reached about halfway around the fattest cock I had ever seen. "Kids used to make fun of me," Robert said as I gripped the stiff member. "Jealous", I said as I gently moved my hand down on the shaft, which was a rather short journey. The head of his cock was the size of a very healthy plum, and I tried to figure out how I would get that thing into my mouth and not have my teeth take off a layer of skin in the process. Kneeling down between his twitching thighs, I looked at the thick stub from below. His balls were were very healthy sized orbs that hung down in their hairless sac. I took them in my mouth, one at a time, and while sucking on them I looked up at Robert from around his swollen member. His breathing sounded like a freight train as he looked down at what I was doing to him, and I smiled as I left his balls for the time being and moved upward. I ran my tongue along the underside of his tool, feeling the incredibly taut skin as I licked my way up to the bulbous crown. A bead of pre-cum and formed on the tip, and as my tongue swabbed the cleft on the underside, the bead became a trickle that I gathered up on the way. Robert's hands were clenching the blanket so hard that his knuckles were a ghostly white, and he was making little gurgling sounds that sent shivers down my spine. "Your cock is incredible," I told Robert, holding it gently around the base with both hands so as not to have this end too soon. As my fingers rustled in the little tuft of hair above his cock, I noticed something interesting. Although Robert had lost all of that weight everywhere on his body, the triangle above his penis was still pudgy, and when I pushed down a little on the flesh, more cock was revealed. If the boy was ever able to lose that little bit of plumpness, this cock would be even more impressive. As it was, when I slid my lips down the head of it, my jaws stretched to their limit as I tried not to scrape him. I went down to the ridge of the crown a couple of times while Robert squirmed, his face beet-red and veins bulging in his neck. "You like what I'm doing?" I asked him playfully, and he nodded briskly while trying not to look at me and at what I was doing. "Just enjoy it, babe. Don't hold back on me. We've got all night." I braced myself and went back down on him, and the sides of my mouth screamed as I slid down his shaft. By the time my nose was nestled in his pubic hair, his legs were marching in place and he was pulling at my hair while speaking in tongues. Up and down my mouth went as my jaw screamed in protest. It wasn't long until I felt Robert's body tense, and I milked his balls as I felt him cum. I had him all in my mouth when he first came, and he sent a blast of cum down my throat with such force that I thought it might blow out the back of my head. I choked a little bit; surprising me because I never really had much of a gag reflex, but Robert was cumming with such volume and force that I was being overwhelmed. My mouth was stretched to the max already so there was no way to let it slide out the sides, so I pulled my head up off of him so I could catch a breath. Robert was too lost in the moment to notice, and was still oozing seed when I went back down on him again. Not one of my better efforts, but at least Robert didn't have anything to judge it against. Besides, I suspected that a lot of women in the future would take a look at that cock and not even attempt it. I felt Robert take my head in his hands, pulling me up to him. He was sobbing a little, almost incoherent, as he smothered me with kisses. "I love you," he kept repeating. "I love you so much." ... Chapter Eleven. We've Only Just Begun. "Now comes the part where you take over," I informed Robert as I got off of my knees. "Unless you've had enough, that is. Want to go home?" "Uh - NO!" Robert practically shouted as he scrambled off the couch, and we went into my bedroom where I turned on the light so he could see what he was getting into, and pulled down the covers. "Okay," I said while we stood beside the bed and stared at each other. "One of us either has too much clothing on, or one of us hasn't enough." Since Robert was naked and I was still wearing my skimpy tank top and tiny cotton shorts, I thought the solution was obvious, but Robert seemed like he was scared to take my stuff off, and was happy just to take peeks around the clothes instead of ripping them off, which I would have preferred. Eventually I took Robert's hands and brought them to the bottom of my shirt, and once I did that, he took the hint and pulled my tank top over my head. "They're like breasts, only smaller," I noted, while Robert looked at my sad little cones like they were the most incredible breasts he had ever seen. "Here." I put his hands on them, and he began kneading them vigorously. My nipples were already taut, but they popped out even more under Robert's urging, which was rough to begin with and became almost feral soon after. "You like?" I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arm around his neck. "Sometimes you'll get mixed signals from a woman, but tonight, just so you understand - I want you. We're going to make love tonight, and you can do anything you want to me. I'm yours." Robert's face was flushed and hot, and while I wasn't sure if it was because he was embarrassed or excited, the grin on his face was a clue. I smiled back, and when he leaned toward me, I had to restrain from laughing. "Hard again?" I asked, reaching down and grabbing what was poking me, and after I gave it a stroke or two, I let it go. "Better finish undressing me first." Robert yanked my panties down, and got them all twisted while trying to get them off my ankles. I suspected he was too busy staring at the bush that was in his face to concentrate on what he was doing. After freeing me from my cotton bondage, he moved his face toward me and kissed the hair that guarded - surrounded, my pussy. Probably a scary introduction to that part of the female anatomy, as I had always been blessed which a dense and thick triangle down there, but Robert seemed to enjoy it, burying his face in the jungle with enthusiasm. "See how wet I am?" I asked softly. "That means that I want you - now." It had been too long for me, and after the buildup of the last hour or so, I was almost out of my mind. Falling back on the bed, I brought Robert down with me. My hands reached down between his legs and grabbed that outrageous stump of his and guided it to my pussy lips, hoping he would be a fast learner. He was. Perhaps I had been too eager, because it had been quite a while since anything bigger than my fingers had been inside of me, and maybe a little foreplay would have better prepared me for Robert's entry. No matter, it was too late by then. Becky Robs the Cradle Robert's cock glided into me like a salami going into a keyhole. I felt like I was being ripped in two as his thickness made it's mercifully brief journey into me. It was like being fisted. He pulled himself out and plunged back in, eyes wide and delirious, actually realizing what he was doing, and began pumping harder and faster. At least that was the way I remember it. Fact was, after the third or fourth thrust, I was cumming. Cumming fast and very hard, and then as now, when I cum, the world knows it. I imagine Robert didn't know what to make of me at first, screaming and clawing at him while clamping my legs around his ass, but he figured it out by the end, and that only made him more excited. Another orgasm followed, and Robert must have cum somewhere in the middle of that one, but I was too immersed in my own insanity to notice much. When Robert's cock began to deflate inside of my now stretched out pussy, he dripped sweat on me while his arms held him above me. "Was that good? For you I mean?" "Didn't you notice?" I said, pulling him down onto me and hugging him. "That was incredible. YOU were incredible." It wasn't an artistic success, but he lasted long enough to get me off twice, and that made him miles ahead of a certain person in my past that I had wasted years of my life with. We had a tendency to disengage because of Robert's relatively short staff, but that was something he would learn to work around, that much I was sure of. As a matter of fact, he wanted to start practicing again, right after I came back from the bathroom. "You looked so sexy walking toward the bed," Robert explained as he moved in on me as soon as my butt hit the sheets. "Does this thing ever rest?" I asked as I felt his fairly stiff member against my thigh. "I can't help it," Robert said with a giggle. "Every time I look at you - even when I come into the library. As soon as I see you, I get - you know. Excited." My pussy felt like I had taken on the entire fleet, even though our initial coupling couldn't have lasted more than two or three minutes. Now Robert wanted more. ... Chapter Twelve: Continuing Education. "Why don't you go take a better look at my equipment?" I suggested, pushing his head downward. Robert let me guide his head down between my legs, and when I felt his tongue probing through the bush in search of the opening, I gave him encouragement with words and my hands. "Mmmm - that's it," I cooed as Robert's tongue lapped away inside of me. I moved his head and Robert did the rest. He was exceptionally eager and this enthusiasm more than made up for the lack of skills that he would eventually acquire. As his tongue worked diligently, I moved my hips into his face, and before long I was ready. "How do you like it this way?" I said while I straddled his cock while he reclined and watched. "I can't look!" Robert exclaimed, turning his head away as I lowered myself onto his tool. It was like doing a squat thrust on a fire hydrant, I remember thinking while I impaled myself on Robert. My skin tingled as I looked down at Robert, who was actually shielding his eyes so as not to look at me. How exciting is it to have somebody half your age thinking that you look that good? The answer is - very good. "Look at me, babe," I said. "Look at my eyes. Nowhere else." Robert began to open his eyes, and I smiled. "That's it. You aren't going to cum. Not yet. You aren't going to cum until I do. Until then, just relax and enjoy it. You like the way my pussy feels?" I asked while raising myself up off of him. Robert grunted something that sounded like yes, and I ground my hips into him while his cock surged back inside me once more. "I love your cock - it's so thick and hard," I continued. "You made me cum twice already, and you're going to make me again real soon. Play with my boobs, honey. That's it, squeeze them." I kept talking while I humped Robert, and he began to push himself up into me as I went down. Before long, I was feeling the orgasm on the way, and while I rocked and rolled on my man, wildly contorting and swaying, it washed over me like a tidal wave. "Fuck you!" I yelled in response to the pounding on the wall coming from the apartment, after my body finally stopped convulsing. "I've had to listen to them for months," I explained to Robert, who seemed shocked at my mouth, but I was shocked too. "You didn't cum, did you?" Robert gave me my answer when he pushed me off of him and mounted me, from behind. I raised my hips as high as I could to accommodate his efforts, and once we got engaged, he began pounding away. I buried my face in the bedding while he picked up tempo, and my pussy was aching more with each thrust. My shy guy had evolved over the last few hours into something altogether different, and while I knew that I would be walking funny for a few days after this night was over, it was well worth it. Robert let a out a groan as I felt his cock spasm inside of me, and he held onto my hips as he emptied his load, finally collapsing alongside of me after his dick plopped out. ... Chapter Thirteen: Poke. An alarm clock woke me up sometime in the middle of the night. It was attached to Robert, and it was probing in the crack of my ass while he held me close to him. "Rebecca?" Robert whispered in my ear. "Are you awake?" "No," I answered. "I'm sleeping. I'm having a dream about somebody trying to stick a Louisville Slugger up my ass. Maybe it's a nightmare." "Oh." "I know I told you that you could do anything you wanted to me," I explained to my suddenly not shy boy. "I'm not really a fan of that, to be honest. The times I did it, it really hurt me, and that was with guys that weren't anywhere near as big as you." I sensed his disappointment as his body relaxed against me, and while I dreaded the thought of it, I wanted to make the night perfect for him, so I reached into my night table for a tube of lubricant, since there was no anatomical way it was going to happen the way Robert was going. 'No, that's okay," Robert said as he felt me putting my jelled finger into my anus. "Please don't. I don't want to hurt you. Can I just hold you like this?" For whatever reason, I found myself fighting back tears, as Robert just pulled me tight up against him, his cock safely resting along the crack of my buttocks. How different this was, I thought to myself. Somebody actually caring about what I wanted, and how I felt, instead of being coaxed or intimidated into things I didn't want to do. Moving my backside ever so slightly into Robert, I felt his instrument glide along the valley, eased by the lubricant I had sloppily applied back there. Continuing to make this faint motion, I felt Robert begin to mimic the action, and before long he was making long and slow movements with his cock. "Do you want to make love again?" Robert asked, whispering and nibbling my ear, before moving down and kissing and licking my neck and shoulders, something he had already figured out that I loved. "We are, honey," I answered, for some strange reason enjoying the way his cock felt as he rubbed it between my ass cheeks. My pussy was so sore that I wouldn't have enjoyed the real thing very much by that point, so we just kept doing this strange little dance while Robert hugged me tightly. This lasted for the longest time, and the rhythm was so soothing and pleasant that I was hoping it would never end. Eventually, I heard Robert's breathing get heavier and louder, and as it did, I thrust my hips back into him harder and faster. Soon, Robert let out a whimpering sound, and as he squeezed me tighter, I felt his seed squirt onto my back. As our motions slowed, I pressed myself back against Robert, his warm semen spreading all over both of us as we lay there. It was a difficult thing to describe, and may seem quite strange to many people, but of all the things I've done in my life, in so many ways this was one of the most touching and tender experiences I can recall. ... Chapter Fourteen: Before you know it. There was no future with Robert, that much I was well aware of, but I vowed to make the most of the time he had left up in Albany. We spent most nights and all of the weekends together; going to movies, hiking around the park and picnicking. Talking too. Robert was the most fascinating conversationalist I had ever met. Right from the first walk we took, he was always interesting company, and took pains to listen to me when I offered something to the mix. Then there was the sex. There was a great of sex, to put it mildly. Robert made up for a lot of lost years, and helped me do the same. I grew accustomed to his prodigious member, and he grew more and more confident with every day, and with the confidence came skill. "What are we going to do?" Robert asked me one night, toward the end of his internship. He was referring to fact that soon he would be moving back home, and then off to college, where he was destined to become the Governor or something even more exciting. That was the prediction I made to him at that time. "I can't do that, Robert," I told him, whenever he brought up the idea that I could come down and spend time with him at his house. "I'm sure she's a great woman," I told him after explaining that I couldn't very well meet his mother and stay in their house, seeing as I was just about her age. "I thought age didn't matter," Robert said, and while he was right, the fact was that he was born to do great things and have a rich and rewarding career. None of those things included a woman who was old enough to be his mother. "We can still stay in touch though, right?" Robert asked, and of course I said yes. I was familiar with the way those things went. Frequent calls and cards that grow more and more rare until they just stop, and another chapter of your life gets closed. Fortunately for me, Robert wasn't that kind of guy, and we have always touched base at least once a year. This past Christmas I got a card from Robert and his family; one of those picture cards that has the three of them standing in front of the fireplace. Robert, his wife, and their baby girl born last summer. A storybook family, to say the least. About six years ago Robert had stopped by the library to see me. We had exchanged cards and letters sporadically since that summer long ago, and I was aware that he was about to take the bar exams, which take place in the city. When he stopped by, I was stunned to see how incredible he looked. Still boyish looking, but with a body more chiseled and looking so mature that I hardly recognized him. Along with him was this stunning looking blonde, willowy and as tall as Robert was. Not a girlfriend. "My fiancee," Robert told me proudly, and the very friendly young woman showed me the ring which he had recently given her. They were both taking the bar exams, and were confident that they were doing well with them. I assured him that I expected him to pass with flying colors, which as it turned out they both did. "She probably wonders who I am," I mentioned to Robert as her future wife looked at the displays. "Lisa knows who you are," Robert said. "I told her all about us - well, not ALL of the intimate details about us, but you know what I mean. She knows you were much more than a friend." "Wow," I said, a bit shocked, especially since she had been so warm toward me when Robert introduced us. "I told her how important you were in my life," Robert said. "You were there when I was lonely and insecure and needed a friend, and that I would never forget you." "We both needed each other," I corrected him. When they left, I felt none of the emotions that I expected of myself. No jealously or hurt. We were not meant to be forever, but were just both in the right place at the right time, just when we both were missing something. Back then, we truly needed each other, and for us that was more than enough. .............. Thank you for reading.