‘So,’ I asked, bemused. ‘Do you even like Literature?’
‘Yeah, I do. But mainly I’ve taken your classes so I can fantasise about you.’
‘Really?’
‘This may be TMI, but I have masturbated to you a lot in the past year.’
I felt kind of giddy.
‘Can I come back? Can we do this again?’ he asked.
‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Tomorrow at the same time?’
* * *
For the rest of the week THE BOY came at the appointed time. For the most part he played with my breasts. He’d sit on his knees and kiss them as I sat at my desk. Repeatedly he’d tell me that he worshipped them. By the end of the week, we’d moved on from his playing with my breasts for a long time to my taking his cock out and playing with it. Sometimes I would kiss it. Then he began masturbating in front of me, his eyes on my breasts as he’d yank at his penis. I’d watch as he’d get closer to climax. And then when he got there, I’d open my mouth to receive his come. He was always so grateful.
I stopped thinking about HIM. Or rather I suppressed it. I mean, I knew that THE BOY was a rebound affair, but what did it matter? He was more consistent than HIM. I didn’t want to compare the two, but THE BOY was just an easier choice. I would stay with him for the time being.
* * *
Not long after our affair began, THE BOY told me, ‘My parents are going away to Aspen for a week. Would you like to come over to my house tomorrow night?’
‘Sure.’
I drove up to a two-storey suburban house not far from the college. I’d put on a tight sexy dress that I knew he would love. I rang the doorbell.
THE BOY opened the door in a pair of boxer shorts. He took my hand and told me to follow him.
He took me out to the backyard, leading me to the swimming pool. Then, without warning, he threw me into the pool.
I swam to the side of the pool. My heart was racing.
‘Why did you do that?’ I asked, a little put out.
‘Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how hot you look in your wet dress?’
He’d already taken off his underwear and dived in after me.
He led me to the shallow side of the pool. With one hand on my breast he pushed up the dress with the other. My back was against the wall. He guided his cock into my pussy. It felt delicious. The water swirled around us as he fucked me. It didn’t take me long to come and afterwards I still felt a sense of contentment.
‘Oh, you have no idea how your breasts look. Could you do me a favour and take the dress off? I’d like to see them floating in the water.’
I did what he asked of me.
‘Oh, I think I am going to have to do another worship session. You really, really are my Goddess. I have never known anyone who has gotten me so hot.’
THE BOY caressed my breasts, then led me to the steps of the swimming pool and sat me down on one of them. He pressed my breasts together and began to fuck between them.
‘Have you ever done this before?’ I asked, although I knew he hadn’t.
‘No.’
Soon, he was inside me again and holding onto the step with one hand, with the other in the small of my back. I felt weightless and closed my eyes. My climax came hard and he collapsed on top of me at the same time.
Later, after he’d given us towels to dry off, we lay on a chaise-longue.
‘That was amazing,’ I said.
‘Sometimes I am afraid I can’t compete with the other lovers you’ve had,’ he said with some remorse.
‘No. You are special. Most of the men I’ve been with have become pretty cynical. I love your enthusiasm. And I’ve never done it in a swimming pool.’
‘How about a chaise-longue?’ he asked before putting his erect cock back inside me.
* * *
THE BOY and I continued to see each other. Since his parents weren’t home, I mainly went to his house. On my second visit, he asked me to come to his bedroom.
The room smelled like a young man lived there. There was an odour of dirty socks and clothing. I noticed a myriad swimming trophies on his dresser. He had a plaid bedspread and matching pillows. There was no mistaking that this was THE BOY’s room.
As soon as we were on the bed he began fucking me. This time he was a little more aggressive. He truly fucked me. I was a little surprised.
Afterwards he said, ‘You know that’s exactly how I imagined it would be if I ever fucked you in my bed.’
‘So you’ve beaten off in bed thinking about me?’
I already knew the answer.
‘Duh.’
‘I’d kinda like to do it again.’
And he was off and running.
Later he said, ‘Listen. I really want to take some photographs. Is that OK? I just want to have some pictures of you lying on my bed. It’ll make it seem real.’
‘You won’t show it to your guy friends? I could get fired for sleeping with you.’
‘Of course not.’
‘I need to know you’re sincere about it.’
‘Listen, I have told a couple of my friends that I am sleeping with an older woman but I haven’t told them who it is. I told them I met you at Starbucks.’
‘How much older did you say I was?’
‘I told them you were a woman and I’d only been with girls. Is that good enough?’
‘Yes.’
‘And it’s true. I don’t know if I’ll ever meet anyone else with your sex appeal and sex drive.’
‘I’m not sure it’s really that good for me to be so in need of sex,’ I admitted. ‘I mean, I went from one man to you without even giving it much thought.’
‘Was he better?’
‘He was different.’
‘How?’
‘Let’s change the subject. I’m having a blast with you. Where’s that camera of yours?’
THE BOY found the camera and took a million shots. He took photos of me lying on my back on the bed and bent over the bed, and in others I was on all fours. We laughed throughout. He showed me the photos and some of them were smoking hot.
‘I could sell these to Playboy,’ he mused.
‘Keep them for your own private collection.’
And then he asked me, ‘Do you mind if I fuck you once again but I’ll keep the camera running?’
‘Sure,’ I agreed. When we made love this time we were so turned on by the prospect of the camera that we fucked each other’s brains out. It was a no-holds-barred fuckfest. We were beyond ourselves with excitement. Afterwards he promised to send me a copy of the movie. I did not think of HIM that night. I didn’t. I did not think of HIM, not really. I had THE BOY now. It was all sweetness and light.
14
Loving THE BOY …
My life is like a stroll upon the beach, as near to the ocean’s edge as I can go.
Henry David Thoreau, The Fisher’s Boy
On the last night before THE BOY’s parents were due home, THE BOY and I decided we’d have our own private film festival, starring the two of us. He’d done some edits on the films and had enhanced the lighting and laid music on the track.
We sat comfortably in his family room and he put the DVD into the DVD player attached to the 60-inch flat-screen TV. We’d long gotten into the habit of walking around naked in front of each other. We were a clothing optional couple. It was his idea. He wanted immediate access to my breasts and I was more than happy with the situation.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked.
‘Sure. Where’s the popcorn?’
‘That would’ve been a nice touch. Next time.’
THE BOY sat down next to me on the couch. He nestled against me. ‘It’s pretty good,’ he said. ‘I’ve already previewed it. We could probably upload it on youporn.’
‘I suppose that’s a compliment,’ I said. ‘But we got to be discreet. If anyone were to see this and recognise us I’d have to find a different job. I mean, you know I am not supposed to be sleeping with you.’
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nbsp; ‘Yeah, yeah. But we’re both consenting adults.’
‘But they might think I’d give you a better grade just because we were having sex.’
‘You’re gonna give me a better grade because I’ve been turning in my sister’s papers.’
‘I could get you expelled for cheating.’
‘But you wouldn’t.’
‘No.’
‘Listen, if you ever lose your job you really should consider a job in porn. And I mean that as a huge compliment.’
‘Only if I was fucking you. I mean, a lot of the guys who do porn are pretty skanky.’
‘True.’
‘Well, how about you start the DVD?’ I nudged him.
He fiddled around with the controls.
We didn’t watch much of the DVD. We were so turned on by watching our own lovemaking, we started fucking on the couch. Later, he told me he had one more idea he wanted to share with me.
He led me outside. I noticed a hammock swinging between two trees. He took me over to it.
‘We’re gonna have to fuck on the hammock,’ he explained.
‘OK.’
‘I’ve thought it out,’ he said. ‘You lie down first until you’ve steadied yourself. I’ll take over after that.’
I climbed into the hammock and, sure enough, it swung back and forth before I was able to rest in it without feeling as if I was going to fall off.
THE BOY then straddled me. His legs were on the ground as he held the top of the hammock in place so that it would not move unnecessarily. He lay on top of me.
He began kissing me. His body was heavy on mine, but it felt exciting to have him like that. ‘Oh, this feels so good,’ I told him.
Soon he took one hand off the top of the hammock, brought it down to his cock and glided it into me before putting his hand back on the top of the hammock.
‘Listen, baby, I’m gonna fuck you good right now,’ he said. ‘There’s no way this isn’t gonna be really, really hot.’
He managed to sway the hammock so that with each thrust his cock went deeper and deeper into me. I lost any sense of decorum and began screaming in ecstasy. My entire body shook in pure delight. I came then, as did he. As he lay on top of me afterwards, I looked at the stars and thought how happy I felt then. It’s been a really long time since joy had overcome me.
One of the things that was most interesting about my relationship with THE BOY was that we were having a lot of simultaneous orgasms. I’m not sure whether my guard was down with him or whether he was able to feel me coming and this turned him on so much that it brought on his own climax. It was an exciting time.
Regardless, I didn’t think THE BOY and I had a future. I was thirteen years older than he was. I had a Master’s degree and he was still in his sophomore year at college. He lived with his parents. He probably needed a girlfriend his own age. I felt as if I was taking him down a sexual path that he might not be ready for.
I wasn’t sure how I’d arrived at this place either. My sexual desires daunted me. My choice of lovers in the past couple of months had been ill advised. I’d let an international lawyer fuck me with absolute abandon and with little regard for my own self-respect and then I’d ended up with a much younger man who adored me. Both men were wrong for me. Yet I couldn’t stop it. I just couldn’t. I needed HIM when he’d been in my life. I needed THE BOY now.
I still thought about HIM. Despite the sex with THE BOY, it was HIM I still wanted the most. I had to be honest with myself. With HIM, I had to surrender my body completely. He was a MAN who took my body and possessed it one hundred per cent. He owned me. I was absolutely aware of that. I wanted to, had to, needed to be owned. I needed a man to fuck me to oblivion. I wanted to be deep throated and deep penetrated. I needed a man who was rough and who wouldn’t take NO for an answer.
I didn’t know when or if I would hear from HIM. THE BOY would have to do for now.
15
THE BOY and I live in a fantasy world …
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
John Keats, ‘Endymion’
THE BOY’s parents came home after their week in Aspen. THE BOY and I had to move our operation to my duplex. I told him I had decided to start grading my papers back at home in the afternoons and he should come over after swim practice.
THE BOY would arrive smelling faintly of chlorine and wet hair. I was already undressed and he’d have his clothes off within seconds of arriving at my house. We’d gotten into the habit of staying naked at his home; there seemed no reason to change it at mine. I bought THE BOY a bathrobe on the off chance that Sam might knock at the door, and kept mine on the same bathroom hook.
The first line of business when THE BOY arrived was for him to spend fifteen minutes worshipping my breasts. He’d usually find me grading papers but I would set them aside on the coffee table. THE BOY would move the table out a little bit and take a side cushion from the sofa. He’d kneel and begin to kiss my breasts. He told me he was an equal-opportunity breast worshipper and he was. Both of them got the same attention. He had started to give me love bites as well. This was new to him and he was very excited by it. We kept a box of Kleenex next to the couch for the occasions when he became so aroused he’d explode.
But for the most part we kept the breast-worshipping sessions to an allotted time. Once we’d both gotten off on his ardour, we’d get up to make dinner and make it together. We’d chop and slice and steam and cook an assortment of veggies and fruits from the backyard. THE BOY was really enjoying the fact that much of the food we ate was from my garden.
After dinner, we’d go back to our respective studying and grading of papers. I allotted him another breast-worshipping session when we both wanted a break from school stuff. Usually, after the second hurray, we’d find ourselves in bed, making incredible love to one another. We’d fall asleep in each other’s arms.
I hadn’t slept all night with someone consistently since Jake, and it was heavenly. There’d been a couple of times with HIM but he hadn’t been consistent. I’d forgotten how wonderfully safe it felt. I thought that THE BOY and I could go on for ever.
Although still, sometimes at night, I’d find that I couldn’t fall asleep. Insomnia had always been a curse. I would lie there and often I would think about HIM. HIM. I would think about the way he fucked me and I would place my fingers in my pussy to find it wet for my desire for HIM. HIM. He was, after all, a man. I was sleeping with THE BOY but I still lusted for HIM.
Nonetheless time passed. THE BOY told his parents he’d become involved with someone. He may have even mentioned me by name. But he did not tell them I was his instructor at school. They were well aware that he was barely at home. He went back to change clothes and check in now and then, but otherwise he was with me.
THE BOY and Sam became friends. It was a little awkward at first. Sam, no dummy, surmised THE BOY was a student of mine and I got the expected lecture about how I was putting my job in danger. He was also pretty sure that THE BOY was a rebound relationship for me and that I wasn’t being fair to THE BOY. I nodded and agreed, but I did what I wanted to do anyway.
At weekends, THE BOY went to the apartment buildings with Sam and me. He was very handy and took to home repair easily. He also found some of the tenants annoying and silly. The three of us were definitely on the same page about that.
THE BOY also took to gardening. Sometimes I’d just let the two of them work out in the garden while I spent time luxuriating in the bathtub. THE BOY built a picket fence around the garden and painted it white. For a while Sam and I called him Tom Sawyer. It was a lovely time.
One weekend THE BOY suggested we go to a place he knew about in the mountains. He told me he had fantasised for a long time about taking me there.
The evening before our trek to the mountains THE BOY came home with several presents. We were in a quandary as to whether I should open the presents before or after our breast-worshipping sessions, but he told me that a tradition
was a tradition. He kissed my breasts with great intensity. ‘Oh, I love them,’ he said, cupping them. He rubbed them over his face. ‘I can’t live without your breasts.’ He paused. He let go of my breasts and said, ‘Now open the presents.’
I opened the first box. In it was a beautiful peasant dress made of a thousand embroidered flowers.
‘It’s beautiful,’ I said.
‘Open the next.’
I unwrapped the next box to find a push-up bra and panties to match the dress.
He handed me the final package. It was smaller. I opened it to find a pair of flower earrings and a locket that matched the embroidered flowers.
‘This is what I want you to wear tomorrow,’ he told me. ‘I already have a vision of you in the mountains in this dress.’
16
A trip to the mountains with THE BOY. THE BOY …
In our life there is a single colour, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the colour of love.
Marc Chagall
We got up early and began getting ready for our trip to the mountains. I put on the dress, the underwear and the jewellery he’d given me. He began kissing me. He was immediately hard. We stood there for a while, and then agreed we’d postpone anything until we were up in the mountains.
We made a salad and washed some fresh strawberries from the garden and put them in a picnic basket.
‘This is gonna be great,’ THE BOY said. ‘It’s going to be a perfect day.’
‘I love that,’ I replied. ‘Wheels up?’
It took us several hours to get there. The road became curvy and more isolated. We finally came to a point where the Pacific Ocean was to the south and the mountains were north of us. THE BOY found a one-car parking spot on the side of the road. He pointed back to a path about fifty yards behind us.
‘No one ever comes here ’cause there’s nowhere to park and they don’t notice the path,’ he explained. He took out a comforter from the trunk of his car. I held the picnic basket.
‘You look a little bit like a fairy-tale princess,’ he told me.
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