"I haven't had a change to thank you for what you did." Jen smiled.
"Owh forget about it," I answered, "No big deal."
"Well it is a big deal... to me," she said, "and that reminds me; I still owe you some money."
Damn, I already forgot about that.
"Just stop by after school, then I'll pay you back."
I was going to say "Nah, that's Ok." but she was already walking back.
At the end of the day, I hurried back to the garage, exchanged the bus for my own car, and drove to Jen's house.
"Come in." Jen said, and I followed her inside the house.
She went inside the living room, sat down and took her purse.
Sit,"she said and patted on the sofa.
"Let me see if I have some cash."
I sat down,looked around the room while Jen was digging up some money.
It was a nice modern living room with a granite floor, or whatever it was.
A few paintings here and there and a little side table with lots of pictures.
"Here we go." She said and handed me $20.
"Not sure if I have enough to give you back." I said. "Wasn't that stuff 10 bucks or something?"
She waved that away, and leaned back in the sofa.
Now what? Flashed through my head.
Saying thanks and leave?
"Well euh... thank you." I stuttered.
"No,thank you." Jen whispered.
"You know..." she continued, "Being sick for the last week was actually a good thing.
It gave me some time to euh... re-arrange my thoughts."
I was still trying to figure out how I could leave without being rude.
I had stuff to do.
Homework,meeting friends at my place later on for a couple of beers, you know... the important things in life.
I didn't have the time, to sit here and listen to an older women nagging about her life.
"You are a remarkable young man." Jen smiled.
"Nice,friendly, helpful, and considerate.
and on top of that; you are good looking as well."
Now I blushed.
Jen smiled when she saw the effect of her compliments.
"You know that I am married right?"
Not sure if she mentioned it, or that I just assumed it.
"My husband works in NYC.
So you can imagine his commute.
He leaves at 6 in the morning, and isn't home till 7 at night.
Then we have a quick dinner, watches some TV and by 10 he goes to bed."
I just looked at her, but didn't say anything.
"So where does that leave me?"
Internally I sighed, and tried to peek at the clock.
I was really wasting my time here.
"I am stuck in this house, all alone... by myself... with nothing to do."
Then get a job or something, I thought, or look for friends.
But I didn't want to encourage her, so I just nodded.
"My husband doesn't even have time to do... you know... his marital duties."Jen winked.
Now I frowned. Was she really saying what I thought that she was saying?
"Sometimes I almost have to force him to give me some attention," she sighed,
"can you believe that Frank?"
I thought it would be appropriate to shake my head, and so I did.
"Look at me." she cried.
"I'm not that bad looking am I?"
I looked at her.
It was true,Jen was not bad looking at all.
Shoulder length, brownish blond hair, waved in big 80's curls.
Jen had a pretty face, and a pair of taunting blue eyes.
My eyes flashed over her body.
Nothing special there.
I don't mean that in a bad way.
She was pretty average looking.
Normal height, normal weight, and it looked to me that she had average size breasts as well.
But the complete picture wasn't bad... accept that she was much older than I was... and married.
"Am I asking too much? Isn't it normal to do it once in a while?"
Again I didn't say anything.
This conversation was going into a whole new dimension.
Jen had a little naughty smile around her lips that made her look quite attractive.
My jaw dropped wide open... was she now asking me for sex?
Jen slowly nodded.
"I think you would do great Frank.
You look strong... powerful... healthy...
and I am sure that a lot of girls are dreaming about you.
Am I right?"
I blushed,"Euh... well.... I euhh.... dunno."
I looked like a damn fool, stuttering those words.
Jen crawled closer to me.
She laid one hand on my arm, while the other one slid behind me.
Her fingers wandered up my back, all the way to my neck.
It send shivers down my spine... good, warm feeling shivers.
Was it getting hot in here?
"I want to have sex with you Frank." Jen whispered in my ear.
My blush got worse, and my heart was trying to jump out of my body.
I began to sweat, and my lips where dry.
I admit it;I got scared.
There, how does that look?
An 18 year old boy who got scared when a woman offers him sex.
But the thing was that I never had sex before.
Sure; I had kissed girls before.
Had my hands up their shirts, fondling their breasts,
while they had given me a hand job with satisfying results.
But this was the real deal baby.
Jen was not interested in some back alley fondling; she was talking about real sex.
Sex that I only knew from porn movies and magazines.
A lot of things went through my mind.
I knew that I was ready to lose my virginity.
But to a 10 year older woman?
I would look like a fool, having no idea what to do.
Wasn't sex something that you were supposed to figure out with somebody of your own age?
Jen was much older, and a lot more experienced.
I'm sure that she expected "things".
"Things"that I had no idea about.
And on top of those insecurities, what did she expect?
A relationship? An affair? Just a onetime deal? What?
"I think we could be great friends Frank." she whispered.
Her lips brushed my ear, sending more shivers through my body.
"Real friends... friends that can have fun... and...friends that will have sex together."
She turned my head towards her, and kissed my lips.
"We are going to be very good friends, and if we feel like it; We have sex.
No strings,no obligations, no nothing, just fun and adventures."
Her tongue parted my lips, and wiggled inside my mouth.
Automatically I opened my mouth a bit further.
Her tongue was warm, wet and tasted like coffee mixed with menthol cigarettes.
We can't do this, shot through my brain, but I had to answer her kiss.
Our tongues mangled. Hooked around each other and began their erotic dance.
Jen took my hand and laid it on her leg, while our tongues kept on wrestling.
I went crazy inside my head.
All kinds of emotions where battling with each other.
Excitement,nervous, aroused, fear and insecurity, but at the end...
at the end my fast growing penis won.
I didn't know it back then,
but this would be the first of many times that my penis simply took over my control.
Jen slowly caressed my face with one hand.
Our kiss had become passionate.
She sucked on my tongue, then pushed it aside and swirled through my mouth.
I fought back, penetrated her mouth and searched for her tongue.
She still had her other hand on my hand that rested on her leg.
Normally,with a girl of my own age, I would already have pushed my hand in-between her legs.
If she would have allowed that, I would slowly push further and further until I finally had my hand against her crotch.
If the girl still hadn't pushed me away, or slap my face for that matter,
I would begin to try to open the button of her jeans,
after that I would unzip her zipper, push my hand inside and feel her warm belly.
By then I would have known that I easily could go further.
A girl doesn't let me open her pants for no reason, right?
My hand would lower itself a bit, touching that erotic area where the elastic band of underwear touches the skin.
That little band always felt like a borderline to me.
Above that band is the safe zone.
It is erotic, it is naked skin, but it's OK to touch that.
Girls show it when they wear a bikini or a belly button shirt.
You can touch that during friendly wrestling or something.
Below that band is the forbidden area.
The thin fabric covers a girls most precious possession,
entering that zone means business... serious business.
But this was no regular girl.
This was a grown woman. A married woman in every sense of the word.
A woman who was 10 years older than me.
Did people of that age do the same stuff as we did?
Jen's tongue was experienced and drove me crazy, swirling around in my mouth.
She squirmed up against me.
Her breasts touched my arm, and I was scared to move.
She gently wrapped one leg over mine, capturing my hand between them.
She began to slowly push my hand upwards.
Her hand guided my hand, higher and higher they went.
My hand came close to her crotch.
Did I imagine it? Or was it hot down there?
"You are a hell of a kisser." Jen sighed before she plunged her tongue back in my mouth.
I felt proud.
Me?complimented for my kissing by someone who knew?
I felt like being the king of the world.
I even dared to go a bit further, and pushed my hand against her crotch.
Jen moaned softly when my hand touched her private part.
My cock, bursting out of my pants, and Jen must have felt it bucking up against her leg.
She pushed my hand further.
Sliding it over her zipper, and under her shirt.
My cock bucked again when I touched her naked belly,
and Jen replied with a deep moan when she felt it.
She pushed my hand higher, and I knew where she was taking me.
Slowly she was pushing me to her breasts.
Owh my God! I screamed silently.
I went slowly crazy.
Here I was,making out with a mature woman, and being close to feeling her boobs.
I could die right there and then.
Suddenly the tips of my fingers touched a hard edge.
I had reached the bottom of the cup.
I breathed heavily, I was hot, I was exploding.
But Jen pushed my hand further,
making my fingers slide over the soft and silky feeling lace of her bra.
She stopped when my hand covered her breast,
she stopped and squeezed my hand around it, kneading her own breast with mine.
"If you want more than this," she sighed, "then be here tomorrow morning at 10."
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