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Maggie Mae - DGH

By: DG Hear



Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The story titles will be: "Maggie May - author's pseudonym" e.g. "Maggie Mae -- DGH"

This is my third semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." Regards, Jake Rivers

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I chose the Rod Stewart / Martin Quittenton) version of the song. The Italics in the story will be taken from the song itself. As always a big 'Thank you' to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for making my story a much better read, and of course to my good friend, Jake Rivers for the invitation to join in on the post.

Chapter 1

"Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used
Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurt."

I guess I should go back to when I was a kid, and let you know how I knew Maggie Mae. Way back when I was pre-teen we - our family - moved into a new gated neighborhood. There was a guard on duty during the day and we got in at night by the use of a key card.

My family was wealthy but not to the rich point. We lived in a huge Victorian house that looked almost like a castle. Everyone in our sub-division lived in similar houses. I had an older brother and sister who were already teenagers. I was the kid in the family.

Dad was the manufacturing vice-president at the auto body plant in Toledo, Ohio. My mom was a stay-at-home mom but attended just about every school or neighborhood function there was. In the house behind us, and separated by a very tall privacy fence, was the Roberts family. There was Mr. and Mrs. Roberts, (she was also known to the adults as Maggie Mae) and their daughter Darla.

Darla was eighteen, the same as my brother. She was an only child and was the daughter of Bob Roberts. Her mother passed away when Darla was only four years old; two years later, Mr. Roberts married Maggie who adopted Darla as her own. More about their family later.

On our right side was the Bates family. Mr. Bates also was a vice-president at the same plant as my dad. He was in Marketing. He and dad were really good friends. His wife worked as a secretary in a lawyer's office. That left their only daughter Samantha home alone quite a bit of the time. Sam, as I called her was a tomboy. She was my age, which at the time was eleven, and my best friend.

Since we all went to private school and got off the same bus, Sam would come stay at our house till one of her parents arrived home. We'd do our homework together and play catch or something. We would even wrestle; she sure was strong for a girl. At eleven she was taller than me but in the next few years I caught up and passed her in height. She was the best friend anyone could have.

We all had our own rooms. My bedroom was on the second floor, along with my sister Susan's. Mom and Dad's room was also on the second floor but at the other end of the house. Our house had a third floor and even an attic above it. The third floor was one big room and Mark had it to himself. I knew that when he left for college I was going to ask for his room.

With an older brother I learned a lot about sex by just being nosy. I would watch Mark with his girlfriends. Sometimes he would tell me to get lost but at other times he knew I was watching and put on a show for me.

"You like watching me with the ladies, don't ya, Squirt?" He always called me that. I didn't like it but not much I could do about it.

"Yeah," I said. "You sure have a lot of girlfriends."

"Ya know it makes you a pervert always trying to watch," he laughed.

"Just trying to learn, Mark. How am I supposed to learn anything? You're my older brother and should be teaching me."

He laughed. "Don't worry; when you get older you'll know what to do. Right now just enjoy being a kid."

He was right and besides I really wasn't into girls yet anyway. Sam and I just enjoyed hanging out together. She had always had her hair cut like a boy and wore boys' clothes. She told me she felt more comfortable in them.

A few of the kids at school laughed at her but she beat up one boy and after that they left her alone. So what if she chose to act like a boy. I was glad, because I didn't want a girlfriend but I did want a best friend and it was Sam.

Whenever our parents went somewhere, like the Zoo, Aquarium, ball games or anywhere, we always asked if she or I could go too. Our parents said we were more like twins than neighbors. We even went to Greenfield Village and The Henry Ford Museum together. They were up in Michigan.

When we were younger we always had sleepovers but after we turned eleven, we could still have sleepovers but we had to stay in different bedrooms or we camped out in the living room. I guess so our parents could keep an eye on us. We didn't care as long as we could be together.

Over the next few years Sam went through a kind of growing stage. She kept her hair short but she had to wear braces and then glasses. I guess she started to grow breasts and her parents made her start wearing a bra. She didn't much care for it. She started always wearing black. I guess it was the stage she was going through.

I started to grow also and had a face full of pimples. I was taller but kind of skinny. My brother was staying at the University but my parents wouldn't let me have his room. They told me he might need it when he came home for visits from college.

When I turned sixteen, my life took a drastic change. Mr. Bates, Sam's father, got transferred to an auto plant up in Michigan. He was going to be the plant manager. It meant that Sam would be moving. I was nearly devastated to lose my best friend but as kids we didn't have much say so in the matter.

I was talking to Sam in my room and really feeling down. I was losing my best friend. Sam had tears in her eyes and asked me if I would do her a favor.

"Anything, Sam. What do you want?" I asked.

"Would you kiss me, Jerry?" she asked.

"What?" I asked. We were best buds but we never kissed or anything like that.

"I've never really kissed a boy other than my relatives and I always wanted you to be my first. They say, 'you always remember your first kiss' and I want it to be you who I remember."

I leaned forward and we touched lips. I backed away slightly and saw the tears in her eyes and leaned forward and kissed her gently but held my lips against hers for a long time. After kissing her I looked down as she got up and left my room. Her parents were waiting downstairs and saying goodbye to my parents. I made it downstairs to wave goodbye to my best friend as they drove away. My eyes began to tear up. I didn't want them to but I couldn't help it. I had just lost my best friend. I went back up to my room and moped around.

In the days and weeks that followed, life just wasn't the same. My parents noticed and my mom took me aside and had a talk with me. She told me that life isn't always pleasant or fair but we have to make the best of it. I needed to do something with my free time. I needed to get a hobby or something. If I was ever meant to see Sam again, it would happen. If not, life would still go on.

I decided to join a gym. Three days a week after school I worked out. I didn't want big bulging muscles but I wanted to look and feel good. As the time passed, I had built a good body. At eighteen years old, I was at 6' tall and 170 lbs. In a bathing suit I looked good and got a lot of looks. I felt good about myself but I was still very shy.

I never played much sport. I was more of an academics person. I guess I had the brains but lacked a lot of common sense. 

My brother, Mark, had graduated from college and was getting married. My parents invited most of the neighbors. Our new neighbors were the Harveys and when they moved in, they had three kids all under six. Anyway, they came to Mark's wedding as well as the Roberts, Bob and Maggie Mae. Darla had gotten married the year before. We went to her wedding and that is probably why the Roberts came to Mark's. Just one of those neighborhood courtesies.

Mom told me the Bates family RSVP'ed also. I thought I'd have a chance to see Sam again. I couldn't wait for the wedding. Also, Mom told me that since Mark was getting married and I was about to graduate that I could have Mark's old bedroom. Things were finally looking up for me.

The wedding was nice but Sam couldn't make it. She had to go check out a college she was planning on attending. Mrs. Bates said Sam was so sorry she couldn't make it but would try to come see me sometime.

Of course I felt kind of bad and even took a beer and started to drink it. Mrs. Roberts came up to me and smiled. "You sure are looking good, Jerry. You aren't that little kid anymore. Care to dance with an old lady?"

Now, about Mrs. Roberts; she was far from an old lady. She was built sexy as hell. She might have been in her forties but looked more like a model in her thirties. Her breasts were half out of her dress which was also very tight and showed a great figure. Of late, I had been noticing women more. I just never had the courage to approach them.

The first thing that I noticed while I was dancing with Mrs. Roberts was she kept pulling me tightly against her. I knew I was getting hard and felt a little embarrassed. She would push her hips against me and I knew she felt me down below. She just kept smiling and pressing harder.

I thought about the movie with Dustin Hoffman, 'The Graduate'. An older woman seducing a younger man. I knew the ending would be different than The Graduate, because in the movie, Dustin Hoffman ran away with the daughter. Darla was already older than me and married.

What was I thinking? Just because she asked me to dance didn't mean we would have sex, for God's sake. She was just a sexy, good looking woman who asked me to dance. Her husband was at the wedding, dancing with other people too.

After the dance she asked me to get her a drink which I did. I got myself one also. My parents were too busy to pay much attention to me anyway. Mrs. Roberts asked me to dance a few more times that night. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was flirting with me.

After one dance we went to sit down and she slipped slightly and put her hand on my thigh to catch herself. She accidently touched my somewhat hard cock. She said, "Excuse me," but didn't really apologize, but did smile at me. I have to admit I was a bit embarrassed.

That night after the wedding, I couldn't get Maggie out of my mind. I have never been with a woman but have masturbated quite a lot. I was doing a number on myself thinking about Maggie. I don't care if she was older; I was turned on by her.

The next day I moved my stuff up to the third floor bedroom that now was mine. It was great. It was like I was in my own little world up there. Away from the family and on my own. I often masturbated using Maggie as the woman in my thoughts. I wondered what if, maybe she just might do me.

I had graduated and started school at an area college. It was before Christmas when mom asked me to go up in the attic and bring down the Christmas decorations. I always thought it would be filled with bugs, spiders and even bats. I was wrong. It was just another room where my parents had stored a lot of old stuff.

I brought down all the decorations and went back up into the attic. It felt seemed so different in the attic, quiet with a slight air of spookiness. I went to the only window that was in the attic. It was blocked by a few boxes. As I stared out of it I could see the Roberts house clearly. I was high enough to see over their privacy fence and into their pool and sauna area. Their pool, like ours, was closed for the winter but their hot tub was enclosed on a patio. 

I went and got my binoculars and looked at the Roberts home. I could see the room that used to be Darla's. Now I had to wonder if my brother Mark was a peeping Tom and watched Darla from this window. I remembered he spent a lot of time in his room. Now I had to wonder if he spent a lot of the time in the attic as well.

I looked further to the left and was pretty sure I could see Mr. and Mrs. Roberts' room also. Both Darla's and her parents' rooms were on the second floor and each had two really big windows. No one could have seen in them except for us because of the angle of the houses. Behind our house were a lot of trees that pretty much hid the back of our houses, but I could see very clearly into the bedrooms of the Roberts'.

I went to college by day and after coming home from the gym, I still wanted to keep in shape and the exercise just made me feel good, I would spend most of my time in my room. When it got dark out, which was pretty early in the winter, I would go up in the attic and see if I could see anything.

Most of the time there wasn't much happening at the Roberts house. Mr. Roberts traveled a lot. He was a troubleshooter for one of the auto companies and would be gone a few days every week. Maggie, as I began to think of her instead of Mrs. Roberts, was gone all the time. One night I finally hit pay dirt.

Maggie had slipped into her hot tub. I went into the attic to see what she was wearing. I hoped it was nothing. I just watched and masturbated while Maggie lay in the hot tub. It happened so quickly, I almost missed it. Maggie stood up and climbed out of the hot tub. She was naked and I could see her butt. Damn, was she ever built. She had a towel and was drying off so I didn't see much more. She headed into her house and I headed downstairs a much happier man.

I caught her a few times after that. I wasn't proud of myself but, as I had mentioned, I was shy and this sure filled a void in my life. There were other times that the Roberts had other people over and they even used the hot tub but they always had on swimsuits. It wasn't quite the same.

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The day my life changed again was on a Saturday. I was home from college and my mom called me downstairs. She said Mrs. Roberts had called and wondered if I could help her move some furniture. She said she would even pay me. She had some new furniture being delivered on Monday and she wouldn't be home. Her husband would be gone till Tuesday.

I couldn't believe my ears. The woman of my fantasies needed my help. I told my mom of course I would help her and she didn't need to pay me. It was something that neighbors did, help one another.

Mom thought it was surprising that Maggie called for me to help. Our families didn't hang out in the same circles. We weren't close friends even though we were neighbors. We didn't even attend each other's parties. We did however go to Darla's wedding and they came to Mark's.

I headed around the block to see Maggie. She greeted me at the door with a big smile and hug. She had on a tee shirt and no bra and a pair of sweats. If I wasn't so naive, I should have known something was up.

"Thanks for coming and helping me, Jerry," she said as she gave me a hug. She also smelled great. "I hope I wasn't intruding on you. I have a new bed coming Monday and I need to get my old mattress and box springs downstairs."

"No problem, Mrs. Roberts, I'm glad I could help," I smiled.

"I just want to move it into the downstairs bedroom and make room for our new mattress. Bob is gone until Tuesday and it's a little heavy for me to do myself," said Maggie.

I followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. It was an odd feeling being alone with her in her own bedroom. I walked over to the window and glanced out. I could see their pool below and as I glanced across the yard I could see the window to our attic. I got a chill thinking about what I could see.

"Okay, Mrs. Roberts, how do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Will you quit calling me Mrs. Roberts when we're alone. You make me feel like an old lady. Call me Maggie like in that song by Rod Stewart."

I thought about that song. It was about an older woman and a younger man. I bought it shortly after Mark's wedding. It was part of my fantasy and I played it when thinking about Maggie.

"The morning sun, when it's in your face, really shows your age

But that don't worry me none. In my eyes you're everything.

I laughed at all of your jokes, my love, you didn't need to coax

Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more.

You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone.

You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without."

"Jerry, are you alright? You look like you were in some deep thoughts," said Maggie.

"No, just thinking about that song you mentioned. I listen to it often," I answered. "Well, let's get this mattress moved. You probably have a thousand things to do today."

When she bent over I watched her breasts shake as she went to pick up the mattress. I couldn't help staring.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Are you going to pick up your end or stare at my breasts?"

"I'm so sorry, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, Jerry. It makes me feel young when a good looking young man stares at me. Maybe I'll give you a better look after we get this mattress moved," she laughed.

I didn't know if she was kidding by her laugh but I reached down and grabbed my end of the mattress. We moved the box spring and we re-assembled the bed in their spare room. When we finished Maggie put a clean sheet on the bed and I put the pillows in her pillow cases.

She flopped down on her back and laughed. "Flop down here and rest for a second Jerry," she said.

I don't know why I did it but I flopped down on my back right next to her. I took a deep breath and thought about Maggie lying next to me.

She rolled over and kissed me. It caught me by surprise as our lips met. My eyes were still open as I looked at hers; they were closed. She lowered her hand and unbuttoned by jeans. I wasn't wearing a belt. With our lips still kissing, she unzipped my jeans and slipped her hand into my underwear and grabbed hold of my now hard cock.

She raised her head and smiled. "Are you ready for your payment for helping me with the bed?"

I couldn't speak as I watched this older beautiful woman, my fantasy dream woman, crawl off the bed and remove my jeans and briefs in one swift motion. My cock was now standing tall. She slipped out of her sweats and removed her panties. She got back on the bed and straddled my torso and slowly lowered herself down on my cock.

I wanted to speak but nothing came out. I was finally able to say, "This...this is my... my first time with a woman."

"Oh, good," said Maggie. "I love it that I'm your first. I'll be the one that you will always remember." Then she started pumping up and down on my cock and I came almost instantly.

I felt embarrassed. I went to apologize but Maggie didn't even get off me. She told me I was a young buck and it would only be a matter of minutes before I became rock hard again.

She was right. My cock never got completely soft. She sat up straight with my cock still in her and removed her tee shirt. I got an up-close and personal look at her tits. Damn, she sure was built and her breasts hardly had any sag at all. I reached up and gently squeezed them. She told me to be very gentle because a woman's breasts are very sensitive.

She leaned forward and I instinctively started sucking on them. As I was taking turns on each breast I could feel my cock becoming hard again. Maggie started rotating her hips and I knew she was enjoying this.

"You'll be awhile coming this time. Let's see if we can come together this time," said Maggie.


Maggie Mae - DGH



This had to be the best feeling in the world. I had to wonder why I waited so long. Maggie rose up and down on my cock. I could see our joint juices coating my shaft. I just wanted to stare at her pussy going up and down on my hot rod. I knew I would never forget my first time.

After we both climaxed she invited me into her hot tub to relax for a few minutes. I ended up with her on my lap doing it one more time. Afterwards we talked.

"Jerry, no one can know about this. Please promise me you won't tell anyone. It will be our secret."

"I have to see you again. Please tell me we can be together!" I pleaded with Maggie.

"Okay, I loved it too, but it must be kept a secret. If anyone finds out, it will stop immediately. Do you understand? I know young men like to talk and I can't afford anyone knowing," replied Maggie.

"I promise, God, I promise. I just want to be with you." I guess I fell in love with Maggie Mae at that moment. I knew it would change my life forever.

"Okay, Jerry. We can meet once every two weeks or so. I really want that lean trim young body of yours. We can't be together at the house anymore. I don't want Bob becoming suspicious. We have a small summer cottage not far from here. Call me on my cell phone a day or two before we meet to make arrangements. Thursdays would work out great for me. Bob always works late or is out of town," said Maggie.

So that's the way it went. For the next couple of months I would meet Maggie at her cottage. We would spend our whole evening together having sex. A couple of times we even spent the night together. I even missed the next day of school. I told my parents that I stayed late at the college studying or setting up programs. I even said I spent the night with a friend at the dorm. I didn't like lying to them but I had to if I wanted to be with Maggie.

"All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand

But you turned into a lover and,

Mother, what a lover! You wore me out.

All you did was wreck my bed

And in the morning kick me in the head.

Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried anymore.

You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone.

You stole my heart; I couldn't leave you if I tried.

I was in love or so I thought. I looked forward to being with Maggie Mae and the wonderful new sexual experiences we had together. I was still so young and naive. I thought that Maggie was in love with me too.

I would go up into the attic and look out at Maggie's house. Usually it was dark but every now and then I saw her and her husband in the hot tub. Usually they were naked unless they had guests over. I could also see into their bedroom and could tell by their actions near the window that they were going to have sex. It really hurt me. She seemed so nonchalant about it. It was as though she didn't care about me if I wasn't around.

One day I got a call from Mr. Roberts saying he wanted to see me. He left a message on our answering machine. I was scared to death. Had he found out about Maggie and me? What could he possibly want? I was nervous as I went to their door. Hopefully I was man enough to handle the situation. I knocked on the door and Maggie answered it.

"Jerry, good to see you." After closing the door she leaned forward and kissed me and grabbed my crotch. "Bob is in his study. He wanted to ask you about his computer."

I forgot to tell you that I was taking computer technology in college. I was really good at it. It was the computer engineering of new programs. Everyone used them but few people were able to write them.

I went upstairs into Bob's study. "Mr. Roberts, you wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Jerry, welcome. My computer kind of crashed and I needed to get into it tonight. It was too late to get our computer people from work and Maggie mentioned that she thought computers were your specialty. Is there anyway to save my programs or am I in some big trouble?" he asked.

"Well, Sir, what was the last thing you remember seeing on the screen?" I asked.

"I was going on-line and it froze up. I hit every damn key there was and it didn't help. I got mad and shut it off. When it came back on, it said safe mode and half my programs are gone," said Mr. Roberts.

He got up and I sat in his chair. I rebooted his computer and went into the program that sets your computer to a safe time. I chose a few hours before he said he was on the computer. Before our eyes the computer reset itself and all his programs were back.

"There you go, Sir, all is back to normal. Your problem was you were clicking on everything and your computer couldn't handle it all at once. You need to be a little more patient with it. Give it time to work before hitting too many programs at once," I said.

"Kind of like a woman. Give her a little and savor it before pushing more buttons," he laughed.

I know he was just joking but since it was his wife I was thinking about I felt embarrassed.

He thanked me and handed me fifty bucks. God, he would have probably punched me out if he knew about his wife and me. I thanked him and he turned and went back to his computer. Maggie walked me to the other room and kissed me and ran her breasts against my chest.

I couldn't believe it. Her husband was in the other room and she was pressing up against me and squeezing my crotch. I guess the chance of being caught made it so much more exciting.

"That's the payment from me till I see you next Thursday," said Maggie.

I left their house a nervous wreck. I was still kind of shaking when I got home. My mom asked me what Mr. Roberts wanted. She had heard the message on the answering machine. I explained it to her but talking about computers was way over her head.

"He gave me fifty bucks, Mom. I told you I was good at this computer stuff," I smiled. I knew my mom was really proud of me. If she only knew I was screwing Maggie Mae, she probably wouldn't feel the same about me. Damn, I hated lying to my mom. She deserved much better from her son.

I often tried to talk to Maggie about her making love to Bob but she didn't know about my spying on her. I wondered how she could love me and her husband both. One day I got the surprise of my life. It was a Wednesday night after I got home from college and finished my homework. I headed up to the attic to see if Maggie was home.

There was another couple at the Roberts home. I was surprised when all four of them got into the hot tub naked. I didn't know what to think. The couple was probably very similar in age to the Roberts. The other woman wasn't built as good as Maggie Mae but I doubt very few women her age are.

Maggie told me that's why she never wanted kids. She didn't want to ruin her body. Since she helped raise Darla, she said she had the best of both worlds. She was a mother and kept her figure. That should have told me what kind of vain woman Maggie Mae was but I was too much in heat to realize it.

I saw Bob and the other woman get out of the hot tub and go into the house. My God, that left Maggie alone naked with that other man. He slid over in the hot tub and started kissing Maggie and feeling her up. She wasn't being forced, she was enjoying it. I saw her move face to face with this man and the only thing they could have been doing was fucking. I watched as she bobbed up and down on this man's cock. I was devastated. I didn't know what to do or think.

When they finished having sex, they put on robes and walked into the house. Where was her husband all this time? Was he with the other man's wife. I don't know what made me do it but I got in my car and drove over to their house. I rang the doorbell and Maggie came to it in her robe.

"Jerry, what are you doing here? I told you never to come to the house. You know Robert's home," she said as she pulled her robe closed over her nude body.

"Were you with another man?" I asked. "How could you? ...and with Bob at home?"

"Jerry, please leave. I can't talk now. Please go, I'll see you tomorrow at the cottage and explain it all to you." She closed the door with me standing there.

From inside the door I heard her husband ask, "Who was at the door?"

She replied, "Oh, it was Jerry. He wanted to know if the computer was still working okay. I told him it was fine."

"He's a pretty good kid," I heard Bob say.

Chapter 2 

"I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school

Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool

Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand.

Oh, Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face.

You made a first-class fool out of me.

Maggie, I wish Id never seen your face."

I went home really feeling bad. I tossed and turned all night. After school I still went to see Maggie at the cottage. I had to hear it from her lips. She was there when I got there.

"Jerry, what were you doing at my house last night? I told you never to come there. Are you out of your mind?"

"I saw you, I saw you fucking that man in your hot tub. Your husband was home, doesn't he care? Doesn't he love you like I do? I would do anything for you. I was hoping you would eventually leave him and come with me. We could get married; I'll have a good job when I graduate."

"...Stop, Jerry, stop it. What do you mean you saw me? Have you been spying on me?"

Oh shit, I knew I had said too much. I told her I happened to go to the attic and when I glanced out of the window I saw her in the hot tub with another man.

"Maggie, it was an accident but the point is, I saw you; I saw you with another man. I thought you loved me as much as I loved you. I was hoping that someday we would be together. You just used me for sex," I cried.

"Jerry, I love you, but I'm not in love with you. Bob is my husband and I would never leave him."

"But, you made love with me and now with that other man. I don't understand?" I said.

"It was just sex between you and me, Jerry. You are a virile young man with a nice lean body and I was attracted to you. Yes, we had great sex, but that was all it was. I'm so sorry if I misled you. I never intended on hurting you. I thought you knew that," replied Maggie.

"What about you saying not to come to your house and yet you were fucking another man with your husband there? Are you and Bob swappers? Do you fuck just anyone?" I was getting angry.

"Jerry, that was uncalled for. Bob's and my personal life is none of your concern. You are just a young man and I knew Bob would get mad if I was having sex with such a young person. I also don't think your parents would like it if you were at our house all the time. I was just using common sense."

I had tears in my eyes. "I loved you, Maggie. I loved making love with you and now I find out it wasn't real."

"Jerry, the sex with you was real and it was great, but it was just sex. You don't love me. It's just that I was your first and you are not in love but in lust. Someday you'll meet the right woman and you will realize the difference."

I knew it was over. After finding out she was never in love with me I felt like a fool. I was nothing but a stupid naive kid who needed to grow up.

Maggie spoke. "Jerry, I guess it's over between us. I do want to tell you that you are a great lover and will make a woman happy someday. I hope we can keep this a secret. I'd hate for Bob or your parents to find out. I would deny everything. You'd look kind of foolish," replied Maggie.

I left the cottage and went home. I felt like my whole life had come to an abrupt end. How could I be so stupid? Why would I believe that an older woman like Maggie would think of a kid like me as more than a sex item?

I never said anything to anyone. Who would believe me? I held it in and it hurt. I completely stopped seeing Maggie. I didn't even go in the attic anymore. If she was there I didn't want to see her. It hurt enough just knowing what a fool I was.

I spent more time studying and learning my trade. Mom would constantly ask me what was wrong. I would constantly make excuses for my actions. Finally one day I told her a lie with some of it being true.

"Mom, I had a girlfriend. I didn't want to bring her home to meet you till I knew we were going to be a couple. Well, we broke up. I guess I took it kind of hard and I'm working through it. Please try to understand," I asked. "I just need my space right now."

My wonderful mom came over and hugged me. "It will be alright, Jerry. Everyone goes through similar situations. I wish there was something I could do but it will just take time. The last time I saw you like this was when your friend, Sam, moved away. You eventually got over it. You'll get over this girl too. If you ever need to talk just let me know."

I went on with my life. I didn't date again yet. I was thinking that I never really dated. Maggie never went with me anywhere. No one even knew about us. I was thinking that maybe I should try dating someone.

It was a couple of weeks later when my brother, Mark, stopped by to see me.

"Hey, Squirt. How's it going?" he asked. "Mom told me you had a girlfriend and it didn't work out. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No, I can't, Mark. It's very personal."

"Jer, come on; I'm your big or at least your older brother. I've been around the block and I know you need to get it off your chest. I promise to keep your secret," said Mark.

Mark only calls me Jer when he is serious. I knew he was right; I had to get this off my chest. "Mark, it wasn't really a girlfriend; I just thought she was. The reason I can't tell you everything about her is because she is married," I answered.

As I was watching Mark I noticed him looking over to the attic door and then back at me. "Is it Maggie Mae Roberts, Jer?" he asked me.

"How did you know, Mark?" I asked.

"Let me tell you about what happened between Maggie and me about seven years ago right after I graduated from high school," said Mark.

"You had an affair with Maggie too?" I asked. "I thought Darla was your girlfriend. At least I peeked at you two a few times."

"Yes, Darla was my girlfriend and, yes, we did it quite a few times. It all started when one day I went up in the attic and found out I could see Darla's room as well as the pool. They didn't have the spa back then. Anyway, I saw Darla most every night getting ready for bed. Most of the time she didn't close the blinds. After seeing her I started asking her out and eventually I was tapping her pretty regularly. I never told her I saw her through the attic window. It was the only window in our house that you could see through their windows. I guess you know that by now."

I looked down. I wasn't exactly proud of being a peeping Tom.

Mark continued. "One Saturday I went over to see Darla. I thought her parents were supposed to be gone and we were going to have sex. Anyway, I knocked on the door and Mrs. Roberts answered it. When I asked for Darla, her mom said she had gone over to her girlfriend's and wouldn't be back till late.

"Maggie is a good looking woman and she said she had just got out of the shower. All she had on was a short pink robe and her hair was wet. I figured she was telling me the truth. She asked me to step in, which I did and she was coming on to me. Remember that movie, 'The Graduate', with Dustin Hoffman? It was just like that only I wasn't shy.

"When she showed me her pussy, I went after it. I backed her up to her couch and opened her robe and was fingering her. She was moaning and asking for more so I unzipped my pants and worked my cock out. It was as hard as a rock so I undid my belt buckle and pulled my cock out over my underwear. She spread her legs and I started fucking her.

"She kept asking me for more and right when I started to come she pushed against my chest and told me to stop raping her. 'Please get off of me, I beg you. I promise I won't tell anyone. Just get off of me.' That's just what she said. I came full blast. I was coming when she told me to stop.

"I had no idea what had happened to her till I turned around and saw Darla at the door. 'Get off my mother, you bastard!' Darla yelled at me. Then she started beating on my back. Of course I got off her mother who was crying at the time and buckled up my pants and headed for the door.

"As I was leaving I told Darla that I didn't rape her mother but she wasn't listening to me. 'Get out, you bastard!' she yelled at me. As I left I heard her ask her mom if she wanted her to call the police. Her mom said that they didn't want to draw shame to their family and to not even tell her husband about it. They would just keep it a secret.

"I'll tell you that I was scared shitless. I really didn't do anything wrong but I had no proof. She wanted the sex and asked for it. For the next couple of days I was waiting for the cops to come and get me. I stared out the attic and nothing seemed to change. When they were in the pool, Maggie was always laughing with her husband."

"So did they ever call the police? What happened between you and Darla? Did you ever have sex with Maggie again?" I asked Mark.

"Slow down, Squirt, I'll tell you the rest of the story. About a week later Maggie calls me here at the house and apologizes for the way she acted. She asked me to come over since Darla was away at her cousin's for the weekend and she was lonely. I told her to forget it. Her pussy wasn't worth going to jail over. She, of course, told me she would have never called the police. Of course she told me to stay away from Darla. She had found out we were having sex and wasn't happy about it.

"I did see Darla about two months later at a party and tried to tell her the truth but she said she didn't believe me, that her mother wouldn't have tried to have sex with me. Deep down I believe Darla believed me but on the outside she didn't say. She never said anything bad about me to any of our friends. She just told them things didn't work out and we each went our own way."

"Did Maggie ever contact you after that?" I asked.

"Yeah, she called two more times but I told her to forget it. I didn't want anything to do with her. I was really pissed at losing Darla. She was a fun girl and a great lay. The last time I saw Maggie was at my wedding. She tried to flirt with me but I just danced with her out of courtesy. Darla, as you know never came to my wedding," said Mark.

When he was finished I told him my story and how I would meet her at the cottage and we would have sex. I told him I was shocked about seeing her with another man at the house. He explained the Roberts lifestyle to me.

"Jer, they are soft swingers. They don't go to swing clubs or anything like that. They have a few intimate friends who they meet or who come to their house and they do swap mates with them. I think Darla had found out accidently and that is why she believed me."

"So why would Bob care if she had sex with me?" I asked Mark.

"That would be cheating if she went behind his back and had sex with you or even with me. She probably does it behind his back but is pretty discreet about it. Bob is a very jealous man. I don't think he would be very happy to find out she has been with a much younger men. Most of their swapping is with older men with younger wives."

"How do you know this stuff?" I asked.

"Just stuff I've heard. One time I heard Bob invite dad and mom over after they got the hot tub. When dad mentioned it to mom, she got mad. 'No way will I go over to that slut's house. There's no way I would be alone with Bob in their house. I wouldn't trust those two any farther then I can throw them,' said mom. Dad just laughed, because he knew what Bob had in mind and just wanted to rile mom up."

"Mom and Dad don't swing, do they?"

"God, no! Mom and dad are what real marriages are about. They love each other and are honest and true to each other. That's the way I want to be with my wife, Lisa, too. Sex is so much better when you are truly in love with the person you're with. Someday you'll find out," said Mark.




Maggie Mae - DGH



I actually felt much better after talking to Mark. At college I met a few new friends and went out with groups of people. I didn't date anyone in particular. I figured I wasn't going to push it. When the right woman came along I would know it.

To be honest, I should tell you that every once in awhile I did go up to the attic but usually didn't see anything. One day I did see Maggie with another man in the hot tub. It wasn't sexy to me anymore. While she was having sex with him it looked like she was looking toward our house. Made me wonder if she was doing it for me to see. I just went back to my room. I was finished with Maggie Mae Roberts. I was going on with my life.

Then came the week another semester ended and I was wondering what I would do with my summer. I still worked out three days a week. It made my muscles tight and made me feel better about myself. I never played sports in school but you wouldn't know it since I've been working out. My sister, Susan, was getting married in a two months and I was in the wedding party. Other than that, I had no other plans yet.

One day one was sitting at my computer in my shorts without a shirt on. When ever it was time for dinner mom would say, "Jerry put on a shirt and come on down, dinner is ready."

This day it wasn't dinner time. It was only around noon when mom yelled for me. "Jerry, there's someone here to see you. Put a shirt on and come on down."

I laughed; my mom was just a sweet woman and I loved her. I did wonder who might have come to see me. I did have a couple of people from school stop by but not very often. I grabbed a tee shirt and started down the stairs. There was mom talking to a woman who I couldn't see and another man and woman I didn't know. They looked about my age.

I slipped the tee shirt over my head as I walked down the stairs. Mom walked away as I spotted the woman standing there. She was absolutely gorgeous. Blond hair curled at her shoulders. A pair of hip hugger jeans that showed a tight tummy and her belly button. They were the modern day variety with a bunch of tears in them. She had on a short cropped blouse. I stared at her like I knew her. Then it hit me.

"Sam? Is it really you?" I felt tears well up in my eyes as I ran down the stairs to see my best friend. I grabbed her and hugged her. "God, I missed you so much," I said.

She had tears in her eyes also. We hugged and held each other like long lost friends.

"Sam, what are you doing here? God, you're so damn beautiful. I'm so happy to see you," I said as I kept hugging her.

From behind her I heard the other woman speak. "Damn, Sam, you said he was good looking but Jesus! You never said he was buff."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Jerry, this is my cousin, Margaret, but we call her Marge, and this is her boyfriend, Jim," said Sam. She looked over at her cousin and said, "I didn't know he was built like that either. My mom just said he was really cute and that I would like him."

"Hey, what exactly is going on? What brings you here, Sam?" I looked over at her cousin and her boyfriend and said, "It's really nice to meet you and thank you for the compliment."

Sam spoke again. "Well, I'm here for a number of reasons. First off, Marge and Jim go to Bowling Green University the same as you. They're trying to talk me into transferring here but I wanted to talk to you first."

I interrupted her. "That would be great! We could be best buds again." I didn't know if that was the best thing to say or not. For all I knew she might have a steady boyfriend or something.

"Also Jerry, your mom called my mom to tell me your sister is getting married and that one of her bridesmaid couldn't make it and wondered if I would be a bridesmaid for her. I said I would if it was alright with you."

"Of course it's alright with me," I said as I looked at my mother standing there. A big smile on her face. Right then I wanted to kiss her.

Sam said she would be right back; she had to use the restroom. I watched her walk away. I never remembered her butt looking so good. Marge said, "Jerry, she really likes you and wants to transfer here. She said she didn't want to come unless you and she could be close friends. I thought you should know."

I thanked Marge for mentioning it to me and told her and Jim that I wish I knew they went to the same university as me. We could have maybe hung around together. About that time Sam was coming back.

"You guys weren't talking about me, were you?"

"Of course we were," I said. "Would you guys like to order in a pizza? We have soda's in the fridge or you can have some of mom's homemade lemonade."

"That would be great,"said Sam. Mom overheard and was already taking out the lemonade and glasses. I went to the phone and ordered a large pizza. I asked them what they wanted on it. We decided on pepperoni and mushrooms.

We talked about the university and how much fun it would be if Sam transferred there. The four of us could hang out together. The pizza arrived and we sat on the patio and ate and joked about old times. It felt so good having Sam back, even if it was just for a visit.

"Hey, I heard you got Mark's old room on the third floor. Can I see it?" asked Sam.

I asked Marge and Jim if they wanted to come up and see the room but they said they would just wait for us. Marge knew that Sam wanted to talk to me alone.

I took her by the hand and we headed upstairs to my room.

Sam spoke first. "Jerry, I wanted to talk to you alone for a few minutes. I really missed you. I was so glad when your mom called. Mom said she saw you at Mark's wedding. I wanted so much to be there but couldn't make it. Your mom told my mom that you recently broke up with your girlfriend. I'm sorry to hear that. Was it a serious relationship?"

"Sam, there really was no girlfriend. I thought there might be, but there isn't. It was one big mistake. She was older than I was and I mistook the signals. She wanted sex and I thought she wanted to have a relationship with me. I thought I was in love, but I wasn't.

"I remember when we were kids, we always talked about our first time. Well, she was mine. It's over now. As far as you going to school here, I would love it. If you're not serious about anyone maybe we could start hanging out together again. We used to have the best times together."

"Jerry, remember our first kiss? I told you I wanted you to be my first. I've dated but whenever I kissed anyone I always thought of you. Of course a lot of guys have wanted my virginity but I still have it. I want to love the person I give it to. I haven't found him yet."

I almost choked. I started coughing. I couldn't believe a woman this beautiful would still be a virgin but Sam always was a special person to me.

"Are you alright, Jerry? Did I scare you?" she laughed.

"In a sense, yes. I have to tell you that it's hard to believe someone as beautiful as you is still a virgin. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking like this. It's just that we were always best friends and shared everything."

"So do you want to share this first time sexual relationship with me," laughed Sam.

"Oh, God, I don't know. Maybe I should save it for another time," I replied.

"Geez, was it that good or that bad?" laughed Sam. "I'm not going back downstairs till you tell me about it."

"It's pretty personal and embarrassing," I replied.

"So when did that ever stop you from talking to me? As always, I promise to keep it a secret. I told you I was a virgin. That's pretty personal, isn't it?"

"Okay, but you better not tell anyone. Do you remember the Roberts family that lives behind us?"

"Yes, they had a cute daughter about five or six years older than us. Is she the one who got your cherry?" laughed Sam.

"Not exactly. It was her mother, Mrs. Roberts."

"EWWW! Jerry, how could you? She's older than your mom. If I was still living here that never would have happened. I always kept you out of trouble," said Sam.

"If you lived here a lot of things would have been different. You might not be telling me you are a virgin. God, I missed you, Sam," I said with a slight tear in my eye.

Sam stared me face to face looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes. "Okay, I forgive you Jerry, but you must never do it again," said Sam laughing. "Will you promise me?"

"Forgive me for what, Sam. We weren't together," I said.

"For being so stupid. If you were that hard up you should have called me. We were always there for each other. Are you positive it's over? Are you sure you don't still love her."

"Yes, and it was lust not love. I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good but it was only lust."

Sam leaned forward and kissed me gently. She smiled and we got up and went back downstairs. I couldn't have been happier.

"Mom, guess who transferring to Bowling Green University next semester?"

Chapter 3

The next couple of months were great. Sam stayed at her cousin's and we saw each other almost daily. She went to my exercise class with me. She sure got the looks from everyone but I made it known she was with me. She just laughed.

We went everywhere together. The zoo, movies, amusement parks. A lot of times Marge and Jim went with us. It was amazing how much Sam and I still had in common. Especially the music. We were both still crazy about the old rock and roll tunes that our parents grew up with.

Sam went home for a couple of weeks and I missed her so much. We talked on the phone almost daily. Mom bought me a cell phone with unlimited long distance so I wouldn't run up her phone bill. I finally drove the four hours to go see her. I stayed at her place for a couple of days. Her parents had a spare room for me to stay in. We always stayed up late and watched movies on the TV, just so we could be together.

We kissed, hugged and petted a little. No sex till we knew the time was right. If I was to be her first I wanted it to be something she would never forget.

My sister's wedding was nearing and our house was in a constant state of confusion getting ready for it. Sam and her parents would be coming to it. They'd be staying at a local motel where the reception was being held. Sam said she was going to have a room in the same motel with her cousin, Marge. 

The wedding was great. Of course I spent the whole time looking at Sam. Even in those bridesmaid dresses, she looked like an angel. After the ceremony everyone headed for the reception. I was hand in hand with Sam most of the evening.

When the band played 'Please Love Me Forever' I held Sam very close and sang the words in her ear.

At one point Sam and I were talking to Marge and Jim. I had glanced behind her and saw Maggie Mae dressed almost like a slut. To be honest, she did look damn sexy from a male's point of view. She sure was getting the looks. Mom had invited the Roberts out of neighborhood courtesy. They showed up; all but Darla.

Maggie's black dress showed most of her boobs and the length was well above her knees. She walked past my brother Dave who was with his wife, Lisa. Both of them watched as Maggie approached me. I don't think Sam had seen her but I did notice Jim and Marge look over toward her.

She was about three feet behind Sam when she spoke to me. "Well, hello, Jerry. Nice to see you again; maybe we can get together later," she laughed.

Something you need to know about Sam. Besides being beautiful, she had a bite that was every bit as bad as her bark. She was no one that another woman would want to mess with. I looked over at Maggie Mae trying to think of a comeback. Just then, Sam gave me a wee smile then her face went taut. She turned around quickly and looked at Maggie Mae.

"Well, if it isn't Mrs. Roberts. I'm only going to say this once," in a voice that all near us could hear. "I don't care if you are old enough to be my grandmother! You stay the hell away from my boyfriend or I'll kick your fat old ass into the second Tuesday of next week."

The look on Maggie's face was priceless. Her mouth went wide open with total embarrassment but nothing came out. Finally she said, "I better be going." She left without saying another word.

Sam turned back around and with her head down, she smiled at me. "I guess that was a bit too much, wasn't it?"

"Probably," I smiled, "But I think you got your point across."

No one else said a word, but we did hear a few giggles. My brother, Mark, gave me a thumbs up. I was so proud of Sam but again she was always there to back me up.

I danced with Sam most of the night. I noticed she wasn't drinking and I asked her why?

"Jerry, it's been two months that we've been back together. I love you and if you feel the same way about me, tonight I want you to make love to me. I'm not drinking because I don't want to come back years from now and say, 'I was drunk at the time.' I want to know what I'm doing is because of our love for each other."

I pulled her close and squeezed her. A waiter came around with the drink cart and I set mine down and asked for two ginger ales. Sam smiled as we danced around the floor. I asked her about her room and she said her cousin was going to Jim's room and she would be all alone. She purposely got a room on a different floor from her parents. She didn't want to take any unnecessary chances.

At the end of the night everyone was saying goodnight. I said goodnight to the Bates, Sam's parents. I told them I would see them the next day. Mom had invited them over for dinner. I then offered to walk Sam to her room. Jim offered to walk Marge to her room also. Of course it was the same room.

When we got upstairs Marge went with Jim to his room and I went with Sam to hers. Marge said she would be there first thing in the morning. Even though we were all adults we didn't want our parents to know we were going to make love under their noses. The facts be known, they probably knew anyway but we were trying to show respect for their feelings.

The minute we walked in the room I kissed Sam. She tasted so good. She turned around and said, "undo me" as I slid the zipper down on her dress. She was out of it in seconds. All she had on was her bra and panties. I unclasped her bra from behind and she slid it off her shoulders. When she turned around again I put my arms around her and hugged her, pulling her to my chest. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. I undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor.

Sam got up on the bed as I slid my socks off. She lay down in the middle of the bed with her arms above her. "Take me and make love to me, Jerry."

"Sam, do you need me to wear a condom. The last thing we need right now is a baby."

"I've been on birth control for awhile now," smiled Sam.

I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and slid it under her butt. "Just in case we get messy," I said. I crawled along side of her and started kissing her. I started with her lips and then her neck while caressing her breasts ever so gently.

I worked my way down to her breasts and started sucking on them. One, then the other. Her nipples became hard like little nails and I could hear her breathing become heavier. I got between her legs and started kissing her mid-section. When I got below her belly button, I kissed slowly. I licked the light blond fuzz on her lower belly. I watched as she sucked in her tummy every time my lips or tongue touched her. She was holding onto my head making noises and trembling.

I went lower. I backed up and removed her panties and got back between her legs. I was kissing her light blond trimmed muff, burying my face in it. I could smell the hotness of her sex. I went lower and started kissing and licking her pussy, spreading it with my fingers and licking everything pink in my sight. She was so wet and hot. Her pussy glistened with her juices.

"Jerry, make love to me now. I want you so bad."

I slipped off my underwear and with my cock in my hand, I rubbed her opening. I gently started to push the head in until I felt an obstruction. I knew it was her hymen. "Go ahead, Jerry; I've waited a long time for this. Just be gentle."

I pushed the head in and saw her wince. I was nervous too. I stopped until I saw a tear in the corner of her eye and then a smile on her face. I knew how much this meant to her and what it meant to me.

I pushed slowly into her, pumping my cock in and out till we were both in the throes of love. She screamed out as I was about to come. I pushed as deep as I possibly could and came in her. "I love you so much, Jerry."

I felt her reach an orgasm and she kept getting small spasms afterward. I could feel them squeezing my cock. I just kept my cock deep within her. When her breathing returned to somewhat normal I pulled out of her and lay on my side next to her. It was the best sex I had ever had. It was even better than the first time with Maggie Mae.

"How do you feel, Sam? Any regrets?"

"No, none at all. It was everything I hoped for and more."

"It was for me too, Sam. I know it was our love that made it so good."

"How do you know it wasn't just lust on your part, Jerry? Like you said it was with... you know who."

"All I know is with Maggie it was all about me and what I wanted. Me getting hard, me reaching an orgasm, satisfying myself. But, it was different with you. I wanted to satisfy you, Sam; I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted you to have all the wonderful sensations. It was you I wanted to help reach an orgasm. It was you I wanted to please. I found out by doing it for you, I was also receiving the benefit. I love you, Sam. I just never knew how much till now."

It was a good thing we put the towel down. It was soaked with a mixture of our juices and the blood of her broken hymen. We threw the towel in the bathroom and got a clean one out. We knew we were nowhere near done this night.

Sometime in the middle of the night we must have fallen asleep. About six in the morning there was a tap on the door. I slipped on my briefs and opened it to see Marge. She had a big grin on her face. I let her in and she looked down at my briefs and I felt a bit embarrassed. Sam was lying there covered up and had a big smile on her face.

I quickly got dressed as I was listening to the girls talk. I knew it was time for me to go so I went over and kissed Sam good morning and told her I would see her later in the day.

Sam and her parents came over to the house later that day. When we were all at the table I asked Mr. Bates if I could have Sam's hand in marriage. I told him we wouldn't get married till we both finished with college but we did both love each other.

Everyone at the table was a bit surprised including Sam. I hadn't asked her yet. When I got her dad's approval I walked over and knelt before Sam and asked her to be my wife. She started crying as she said yes. I took off my class ring and told her this would have to do until we could go shopping later that day and get her a real engagement ring.

Epilogue:

We did finish college and we got married a month after graduation. Of course she planned the wedding for over a year. The only thing she asked of my mom was not to invite the Roberts.

Mom was right when she told me that if Sam and I were meant to be, it would happen. She told me after the wedding that God works in mysterious ways but sometimes needs a little help from a mom. I smiled and gave my mom a kiss and thanked her for being there for me.

Sam and I moved to Michigan where she became a nurse and I got a job at her dad's auto plant teaching computer engineering updates to the workers. We make the drive to see my mom and dad regularly and they come and see us too.

I have no idea how Maggie Mae is today, and to be honest, I don't care. I know I do owe her thanks for showing me how to make love and what women like. Everything she showed me I have used making love with Sam. Sam loves it when she can pin me down on the bed on my back and ride me. It's still my favorite position too. I love to see my cock disappear and reappear from inside her pussy. We use it a lot nowadays since we are expecting our first child in about three months. I was afraid of putting my weight on Sam.




Maggie Mae - DGH



I still love kissing her lower belly and running my lips over the fuzzy part. Sam doesn't seem to complain either. I forgot to mention that Marge and Jim got married right after us. We are the best of friends. Life couldn't be any better.

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