education

Thanks to everyone who left comments for chapter one regarding my first attempt at writing. It’s best if you read the preceding chapter to understand what had transpired earlier between myself and my son’s best friend, Alex.



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Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a short towel for my hair, I began to review in my mind the events leading up to today; my recent divorce from Donald, getting back into my workout routine and finally reaching the look I’d been craving, having Alex walk in on me in only my bra and panties earlier today, followed by the drinks we shared before I gave him his first blowjob ever. He and my son, Matt, were in the living room at the moment, still focused on their Xstation of Playbox or whatever it was they called it, shooting up aliens and having a few beers in a well deserved break before starting college. Matt had come home earlier than expected, a few minutes before Alex shot his load all over my breasts, so we had to stop there, leaving me wet and begging for sweet release. I took care of myself briefly and had then jumped into the shower to clean up.



As I stood, drying my hair, his manhood was all I could think about; seven inches long, nothing spectacular, but it had been rock hard because of my body, because of what I had done to him. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my cell ringing on the computer desk in the corner of the bedroom. Stepping into the conjoined master bedroom and draping the towel over the large office style swivel chair, I knew it was my friend Chrystal calling by the ringtone I’d given her caller ID. Picking up the phone I answered, “Hey Chrystal, how’s it going?”



Chrystal’s energetic voice responded on the other end, “Great Jen, Tom took the kids camping this weekend and I’ve been using the time to tidy up around here and relax. If you’re not busy later, why not come by for a glass of wine?”



The offer actually seemed like a good plan to get out of the house for a bit. What could I possibly do with Alex if Matt was here as well? I replied, “Sure thing, I’m going to dish up some dinner for Matt and his friend and I’ll be by in about an hour.” I finished drying off and quickly did my hair into a sport ponytail, the same kind I would put it into for Yoga, and changed into a simple, light blue summer dress with spaghetti straps to hold it up. The hem of the dress was about three inches above the knee, and a v-neck that would show off my cleavage. The dress was made so that I didn’t have to wear a bra, and still feeling quite turned on from before I decided against any panties. I put the whole thing together with matching blue sandals with a slight three-inch heel.



Throwing my cell phone into my purse, I briskly walked down the stairs towards the living room. It had been just over an hour since my exciting encounter with Alex, and his head immediately turned in my direction, his jaw dropping slightly as the sight of me in the dress. Matt kept on playing his game as I came down. I locked eyes seductively with Alex as I kept walking towards the kitchen, saying, “Boys, I’m going to take dinner out the oven, help yourselves when you get hungry. I’m going over to Chrystal’s for a bit.”



Matt responded by saying “Thanks for dinner mom, we’re probably going to stick around here and play for the rest of the evening.”



“That sounds like a fun night,” I replied, stepping back into the living room, “but you know what would make it even better? Help yourselves to the beer and liquor in the fridge and pantry. You’ve both worked so hard this semester and the breaks almost over; you’ve earned it.”



Hearing this, Matt immediately looked up at my approval to drink all my booze, “Are you sure about that mom?”



“Sure,” I casually shrugged my shoulders, “just make sure you don’t go too wild with the drinks! I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” With that, Matt quickly went to the fridge and returned with two cold beers, twisting the tops off and handing one to Alex, who in the meantime had kept his eyes on me and let a smile creep upon his face. Smiling coyly to him and to myself, I walked towards the front door down the hall from the living room. Knowing he was still peering at me over his shoulder while Matt sipped on his beer and returned his focus to the game. I turned to face Alex, gave him a sexy wink of the eye, and left out the front door.



Chrystal lived a short drive away (as despite living in the provincial capital city, it was relatively small, so even if one were to drive from the south to the north end of town you’d only be looking at a 30 minute transit in light traffic) in the neighborhood of Terwilliger. Pulling into her driveway and parking the car, I saw Chrystal emerge from the front door with a wine glass in one hand, and an enthusiastic waving of the other. There weren’t many opportunities for her to have the home to herself, so it was safe to assume she’d gotten into the wine long before calling me.



As I stepped out of my car, Chrystal stopped in her tracks, her gaze widening a bit, her chin dropping down and slightly to the left, “My lovely friend, I do believe that right now is the sexiest I’ve ever seen you dressed!” she said, waving her arm in a wide gesture and almost spilling her drink.



Not only was I feeling great from my fun with Alex earlier this afternoon, but also from the results I’d seen in my intense workout regime I’d implemented after becoming single again. I paused as I walked towards her and performed a little twirl and pose, holding my arms out and pushing my hips to the left, accentuating my newly reduced curves as I said “Why thank you! It’s funny you should mention it, because today I was thinking that I’d really hit the mark with the yoga and swimming routine I’d set up.”



Chrystal smiled and nodded, “Absolutely, you look like you’ve got the body of a college girl again! Congrats Jenny!” taking me by the arm and into her home. We quickly sat down in her living room with a bottle of chardonnay, with relaxing jazz playing in the background. Normally we would get together every couple of weeks for drinks at my place or at a restaurant, but when her family was out of town, she loved entertaining company, even it was only me. I’d been particularly busy at work for the last two weeks or so, meaning that this was the first chance we had to really catch up. I’d known Chrystal for years now, our kids met in swimming lessons when they were tiny little things. Although they weren’t friends themselves, Chrystal quickly became a close companion who helped me throughout my deteriorating marriage and right through the divorce. She always provided me with support, even over-supporting at time with her aggressive “Sue the bastard for every penny he has!” comments, despite my assurances that when we divorced, it was quite amicable.



As the first glasses were emptied, followed quickly by the second and third, the conversation flowed about anything and everything; our work life, other friends, movies we’d recently seen, and my newfound exercise routine. I explained how happy I was with my body as of late. Taking a long sip from her glass and staring at me for a moment, Chrystal said “It’s been a while now since you’ve been separated, and I know you weren’t seeing much action in the bedroom with Donald before that. Have you given any thought to dating again?”



After a couple of drinks, my facial expressions tend to answer questions well before my brain and mouth can catch up, as my eyes looked straight ahead, my gaze lowering. Despite experiencing what I would consider my sexual reawakening earlier today, the nature of her question caught me completely off guard, or more that one particular word and its associated connotations; dating.



“No,” I soon answered, “No, I don’t think I’m ready for anything like that.” Chrystal, sensing the tenseness of my reply and the rigidity of my face in responding, quickly spoke up, “Oh Jenny there’s no need to get all serious now. I’m not saying go out and meet some guy to marry,” she paused to put her drink down on the side table next to the couch, clasping her hands together over her knee, “what I meant to say, my dear, is that I recall hearing for literally over a year that you’d not had a single night of wild, passionate sex. Now that you’re a, forgive the language, hot little piece of ass, so to speak, I simply thought you’d have considered finding yourself a pretty little plaything to keep up with that workout routine of yours.”



I felt silly getting so serious over what she’d first said, and quickly realized exactly what she meant even before explaining it to me. Of course, as she spoke, I found it increasingly difficult to maintain a serious look on my face, my mouth forming into a grin that was soon a full on beaming smile. Chrystal had always been one to read body-language, and I would have been a prime example for her to use were she ever to explain the art of reading someone without the necessity of verbal ques. With at first a quizzical expression on her face, followed quickly by one of sudden insight, she slowly said, “but of course, I think I’m too late in offering this advice, you’ve already beaten me to the punch, haven’t you?”



With the impossible to remove smile on my face, and looking shortly left of her prying gaze, I responded, happy and full of memories, “Hmmmm, perhaps.”



Chystal shouted out excitedly, “You little tramp! I don’t see you for a couple of weeks and you’re out seducing some hunk!” We both broke out into laughter, with Chrystal quickly regaining her composure to follow up with the question I’d been expecting but wasn’t quite sure if I would be able to answer honestly, “Who’s the lucky guy then? I didn’t even know you’d met anyone recently.”



Chrystal has been my friend for years now through thick and thin. Despite my actions being, not necessarily taboo, but perhaps more along the lines of socially deviant because of the difference in age between Alex and myself, I certainly felt like it would be a leap of faith to explain the events of today to anyone else. Yet I trusted in Chrystal more than I would in most people, and so I took a deep breath, and began with the lovely view I’d had today at the pool, seeing a hunky, muscular man bent over while tying his shoes at the rec centre. “I love built men in tight shorts!” exclaimed Chrystal, getting excited herself as I described the young man’s body. I then said “Me too, but I was surprised when he stood and turned towards me, because it was Alex, my son’s best friend.”



I said nothing after this; I could see the gears turning in Chrystal’s head. It took no more than a moment for her to figure it out, her eyes widening, saying “Shut up! Are you telling me you fooled around with your son’s friend at the rec centre?”



“No, that’s where I saw him after my swim. It was later in the afternoon, he’d walked in on me nearly naked, that I felt this rush of sexual excitement, the kind I hadn’t felt since before I married Donald!” I said, and I proceeded to detail the events that followed; Alex’s embarrassment, my giving him a drink while teasing him on the couch in my short skirt and bikini top, and giving him his first real blowjob. I sat back and awaited her response. Chrystal sat there for a moment, not saying anything at all, allowing for my story to sink in. A moment later she said “That…that’s really fantastic!” I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, happy to hear any response that didn’t go along the lines of “You’re bat-shit loco, Jenny.”



I asked “Do you really think so?” to which she cheerily replied “Absolutely, but then again, I’m probably a little biased myself. I myself have always wondered what it would be like to be with a young, strong, eager man. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t imagine ever cheating on Tom, but still, the notion has been a fantasy of mine for years; the idea of being with a man pulsing with such raw, sexual potency, such eagerness to please and to learn, to teach him everything about pleasing a woman; it’s all quite wonderful to think about.”



I hadn’t thought explicitly about it before, the complete lack of sexual experience that Alex had. Nothing that had happened was planned, at least at first. “Like I said, it was only this morning that these thoughts crept into my mind, and this afternoon, well I don’t know what came over me. I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, Chrystal; the idea of ravaging Alex, to teach him how to please a woman, is probably the most exciting part, asides from the feeling I get from seeing the look of desire in his eyes. Do you know how long it’s been since I felt like any guy had eyed me up, thinking of me purely as a sexual object? I sure don’t!”



“That sounds great,” began Chrystal, “the idea of going down on a young cock, to be the one making him go wild with anticipation and lust. Is he staying here next year while Matt goes to college?”



“No,” I replied, “They’re both going off to college in a couple of weeks, although not to the same one.”



“That’s perfect then!” Chrystal said, “You’ve got a great chance here to teach him how to treat a woman, and also satisfy your own newfound urges, before he leaves for good.”



I thought about this for a second before replying “You’re right. I mean I couldn’t very well have started something naughty with him and expected it to last the long term. It really wouldn’t be fair to him either, he should be with a girl his age, not one old enough to his mother.”



“Exactly”, Chrystal said, as though we’d both reached the same conclusion, “this is the perfect opportunity for a little fun and learning on both your parts before he goes off and moves onto the next phase of his grown up life.”



Hearing Chrystal put it that way, to rationalize what I’d until now considered borderline inappropriate, calmed me very much.



As Chrystal and I continued chatting, I found my mind wandering more and more to the naughty things I’d love to do to him, to show him, to teach him. Soon enough, we had gone through nearly three bottles of chardonnay, and although it wasn’t late by any means, the large grandfather clock in the hall having only a moment ago chimed a half past eight, I found it increasingly difficult to focus on our talk at hand, the image of Alex’s manhood ever present in my mind. Chrystal noted it as well, “It seems like you’re off in your own little world now, my dear. I’m going to call you a cab to take you home so that you can get some rest.” As she stood and made for the kitchen phone, I realized I’d not mentioned to her that Alex was still over at my house right now, having drinks and playing his games with Matt. I could hear Chrystal speaking over the phone, asking for a cab to come on by and get me, followed by her returning to the living room and handing me her spare set of house keys, “Here,” she began, “these are for you to stop in if you need anything tomorrow, I’m not sure I’ll be home until about noon from my workout, the ladies at my gym and I tend to stop for coffee after our class.”



We continued chatting for a few more minutes when we heard the horn of the taxi outside. We said our goodnights, and as I walked towards the cab, Chrystal shouted from behind me, “Good luck with your little project, let me know about his progress!”, breaking into a tipsy laugh as I turned and waved to her before getting into my awaiting ride. Though the ride home was short, my thoughts were entirely of Alex, and everything I wanted to teach him that night. Paying the cabbie and stepping out of the vehicle, I looked upon my home; I love this time of day, the sun is in mid-sky, illuminating everything with a beautiful orange-hue. Walking inside, I can see the lovely colors of the impending sunset reaching into the house through the windows.



As I enter the living room, I see Alex and Matt in their same spots as when I left, albeit now with quite the collection of empty beer bottles and high-ball glasses on the coffee table in front of them. Matt’s head was slanted off to the side and against a pillow, clearly asleep from drinking too many of my beers, whereas Alex turned his head to face me, clearly having had only a few in order to remain more awake than his friend.



“Hey Ms. Smith.” He said as he eyed me up and down, with the familiarity of how he’d stared earlier in his loss of subtlety after a few drinks.



“Hello Alex,” I replied, “How was dinner and the drinks?”



“Dinner was really great, although Matt didn’t bother having any; I think he was really excited that his mom was letting him drink her booze. He only had five or six drinks, but he’s looking pretty out of it.” The folly of youth, I recalled how inexperienced I was with liquor, owing my worst hangovers and forgetful nights to a complete lack of any food before going out with my girlfriends when I was their age. Alex had been a little wiser, having eaten before hand.



The light in the living room was truly something too beautiful to describe, but this was how I always felt when the sun was in the middle of setting for the evening, and the immense heat I felt earlier in the day was gone, in its place only a perfect warmth as the evening came to replace the day. As Alex faced me, the light of the sun hit him in such a way that it truly highlighted his facial features; his strong jaw, his high cheekbones, and the glint in his eyes as they stared into me, the alcohol removing all his inhibitions. As he sat there, staring at my body, I felt that familiar excitement from earlier in the day. I took quick account of Matt on the couch and asked Alex, “Has he been asleep for long?”



Alex, without taking his eyes off of me, replied “Yeh, he always overdoes it and ends up sleeping the entire night away.”



At hearing this, I walked past the couch and towards the kitchen, gesturing silently for Alex to follow me. He stood quickly, almost tripping over himself in his haste and alcohol induced stupor, but regaining himself at the last moment. Entering the kitchen I continued to make my way to the patio door leading to the backyard, dropping my purse on the counter as I passed. Alex followed closely behind but stopped as I opened the door leading outside, seeming unsure of the situation.



Reaching out and taking his hand into mine, still silent and locking my eyes with his, I led him onto the patio. The backyard was really something else, my personal project these last few years as the distance between Donald and I grew to heights I’d not expected. The pool had been re-tiled, the high hedges and fences installed for added privacy whenever the situation warranted it. Ironically enough, my efforts to this end would never be enjoyed by Donald and I, but were actually motivated by our drifting worlds. I turned to face Alex now, taking his hand in both of mine, again looking into his eyes and saying “I had a lot of fun this afternoon, did you?” to which he enthusiastically nodded his head up and down, smiling, likely wanting to stay quiet for fear of a neighbor hearing him. “Good,” I began, “because I think it’s time I showed you exactly what it feels like to be with a woman.”



At this point we’d reached the long sun-lounger by the side of the pool, the sun was setting quickly now, likely providing us with its warming orange rays for only a short time longer. Alex looked around nervously towards the hedges and the fence, “Out here? Won’t someone see us?” he said in his low voice.



“Don’t worry, no one can see us from the other houses,” I replied, “you just sit back here, relax and let me show you everything you wanted to feel earlier today.” as I knelt in front of him, looking up into his eyes for the second time that day. My gaze lowered to the growing bulge in his shorts as I gently tugged down on either side to see them drop to the ground, his semi-hard seven inch cock sitting now in front of my face. Reaching my hands around to grasp his firm, tight butt, I opened my mouth and took the entire shaft in, causing Alex to moan with pleasure as I began a smooth, steady tempo to get his cock as rock-hard as it had been earlier this afternoon. Alex’s hands instinctively went to the back of my head, gripping it tightly and working with the rhythm we’d built together. I could feel his manhood growing in my mouth as I sucked him off, and in no time at all I was satisfied that it was at its full length. I let go of Alex, standing back up and taking his cock into my right hand, softly stocking it back and forth towards me, lifting his t-shirt with my left him. He quickly got he idea and helped in taking his shirt off, leaving him completely naked, while I was still fully dressed in my summer dress and heels.

“Sit down” I whispered softly; he immediately complied, sitting in the lounger, his legs straight ahead, his back supported at a forty-five degree angle. Standing in front of him, I reached behind and pulled the elastic out that was holding my hair in its ponytail; shaking my head and running my hand through my hair to give it some volume. Lifting the hem of my dress up to my upper thigh and throwing my leg over the lounger, Alex’s eyes widened as the realization hit him as to what I was about to transpire between us, he was about to lose his virginity. His eyes immediately went to my already-wet cunt as I held him by the base of his shaft, slowly lowering myself down until the tip of his cock was parting my lips, lubricating it and preparing for the sensation he’d never felt, that which I’d personally gone too long without. With no great rush, I began lowering myself, inch by inch, until he was completely inside of me, the expression on his face that of pure bliss as he experienced being inside a woman for the first time, his expression mirroring how I felt, being the object of his ultimate desire, in complete control of the events that lead to this moment.



I paused here for a moment and placed my hands on his well-defined pectorals, allowing him to adjust to the sensation, before slowly rising up, up, up to the tip of his cock before once more coming all the way down and slowly, methodically grinding my aching clit against him. I began repeating his motion, delicately but establishing a rhythm by which Alex could accustom himself too. Alex at this point was clearly still overwhelmed by the events that lead him here, his hands rigid at his side. “You know, you don’t have to keep your hands like that, I’d say its safe to touch me, I am riding your cock, you know.”



Alex looked up at me, his mouth, which until now had been parted slightly in surprise, closed as his lips curled into a smile, the reality of the situation hitting home. He carefully placed his hands upon the outside of my lower legs, just above the knees, afraid as though I may break to his touch. He began sliding his hands up, eventually reaching my hips and waist as I continued my steady riding of his shaft. Becoming more and more comfortable with the situation, his hands griped and became strong at my waist, and I moaned in approval as he began to pull me down after I would rise on his cock, quickly becoming an active participant in our intimate dance, no longer merely acted upon. Soon we were both moving in a natural rhythm, taking him completely inside of me, him pushing up to meet me with each thrust, grinding against my clit and sending shivers through my body.



Alex reached his hands up, moving aside each of the spaghetti straps holding the upper portion of my dress up, pulling them down and allowing me breasts to be free of their confines. His hands slid down from my shoulders, running along my arms, rubbing softly the back of my arms up and down, matching the tempo below. His hands slid across my arms, cupping my breasts and cautiously gliding my excited nipples through his fingers. As he softly squeezed my breasts in his hands, I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward, just enough so that I was facing straight down at his toned abdomen, maintaining the rhythm with his thrusts and letting out soft moans with each movement. His hands felt exquisite, my nipples on fire as he teased them. Alex hadn’t had much practical experience with women before, but he had the right attitude; delicate and initially cautious yet sensual and incredibly attuned to his partners feelings.



Our coordination was interrupted suddenly, however, as Alex sat straight up, moving one arm to circle around my waist to draw me in near, his other sliding softly around my neck, he pulled in close and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tilting my head ever so slightly. I closed my eyes and let my mouth go to meet his, but felt nothing for a moment, realizing he had stopped just shy of placing his lips onto mine, breathing me in, savoring the feeling. This intense stillness lasted only a few moments, until Alex simultaneously pulled me once more with both arms, by the waist so as to grind me down into him, and by the neck into what I still consider today to be the deepest, most passionate kiss I’d ever been fortunate enough to experience. Alex’s lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue teased me, barely entering my mouth, lightly touching my lips before retreating back, his hand at the back of my neck, gently pulling me in close when he wanted to kiss me harder.



Sitting there with our bodies intertwined, our lips pressed together, our tongues exploring one another, the sun neared its set position and the dark shadows become more clear on the patio. Alex moved both arms down and forcefully grabbed my butt, moving his lips away from mine but locking eyes with me as he slowly began lifting me up off of his shaft, and then motioning me to lower again. With my arms still around his neck and both feet firmly planted on the ground, our motions and rhythm quickly picked up the pace as I straddled him. Sitting up straight, my head was quite a bit higher than Alex’s, which gave him the opportunity to lower his chin slightly and take my nipple into his mouth. I was in heaven now, too. The raw strength in Alex’s young, strong arms lifting me up and down, his tongue flicking back and forth on my erect nipple, moving from one to the other, I began to feel lightheaded, the fire within me burning hot and nearing climax.



I whispered into his ear “Fuck me baby, you’re driving me wild!”



Alex gripped me ever harder and picked up the pace even more now; his breathing had become jagged, and much faster than a moment ago. He moaned “Ms. Smith, I’m getting really close, I can’t hold off any longer!” and I felt his entire body start to tense up. “I’m going to cum Ms. Smith!” and I quickly lifted myself up and off of him, sitting as far back on the lounger as I could, quickly grasping his shaft at the base and taking the entire length into my mouth. “OH!” he exclaimed; the onset of his orgasm coupled with the unexpected sensations my mouth afforded him, sending him over the edge, his hips buckled and his hands instinctively went to the back of my head, holding me down tight as I felt his hot cum burst out and against the back of my throat. Having had a strong orgasm only a few hours prior, there wasn’t much cum to swallow, but I remember taking every last drop before taking his beautiful shaft out of my mouth and placing it against my check as I looked up at his blissfully relaxed face. Alex’s eyes were wide open, but it was as if he were a million miles away, his mind having escaped the confines of his body and for the time being there was nothing to take his attention away from his first time.



I stayed in my position, slowly stroking his spent shaft back and forth for a moment, purposefully giving Alex the time he needed to come back down from space. I had been so close myself, but Alex’s inexperience was to blame for not pacing himself. My body ached for sweet release, and the moment Alex’s eyes seemed to focus back to reality, I stood up in front of him and looked him straight in the eye before saying “It’s my turn now baby, follow me.”



Alex quickly stood, gathering his clothing as we walked back towards the patio door leading to the kitchen. Sliding it door shut and taking Alex by the hand, I walked him back towards the living room. We didn’t even need to take a peek, Matt’s noticeable snore informing us of his deep slumber. I pulled a fully naked and somewhat hesitant Alex into room, leading him straight to the stairs and up to the master bedroom. Inside, the lights were and the window shades weren’t drawn, the moon’s ambience filled the room creating shadows and silhouettes.



I let go of Alex’s hand and said “Close the door behind us.” As he did so, I backed away slowly and pushed the rest of my dress down past my hips and onto the floor. Alex could not clearly see me entirely due to the lack of light, but I’m sure he had a great view nonetheless. I turned sideways and slowly bent over, undoing the clasp on my heels and taking them off one at a time. Turning away from him now, I made my way towards the corner of the room and turning the large black swivel style computer chair away from the desk, swaying my hips, only the outline of which was visible in this absence of light. I sat down almost on the edge of the chair, leaning back and spreading my legs wide, saying “Come over Alex, I think it’s time you showed me what you can do with your tongue.”



Alex, eager as he was excited, moved silently towards me, his muscular outline ever more pronounced in the moonlight. Reaching the chair, he placed his hands on either side of the armrests, lowering himself down to kiss me deeply once more, his tongue once again teasing my lips. I drew my hands up, running them over his muscular pectorals. He slowly broke away from my mouth, lowering himself slightly, I felt his warm breath on my neck followed by his tongue lightly teasing my skin, barely touching me and then sliding down to my shoulder and back across my collarbone. I’d forgotten just how sensitive that area was, and I closed my eyes back and threw my head back against the soft leather backing of the chair. Alex moved from his being on his feet to sitting up on his knees, his hands leaving the armrests but now coming to either side of my hips and holding firmly as his tongue continued its journey, moving from my collarbone down between my breasts as they rose and lowered with my increasingly heavy breathing. Alex wetted his tongue and quickly transferred his saliva to my nipple, immediately pulling away and blowing lightly, sending a chill through my spine and causing me to arch my back in surprise. I looked down and asked “Where did you learn that, young man?”



Alex closed his eyes and smiled, not saying a word as he took my nipple into his mouth and gently flicked his tongue back and forth. Alex continued lowering himself down until his head was situated in front of my sex, I was so charged up already from the near-climax I’d experienced only minutes prior outside on the patio, I could feel his hot breath on my exposed clit. Alex lingered for a moment, just long enough to make me think perhaps he didn’t know exactly how to make me feel good. Rather than embarrass him by asking outright, I slid my hands out and over his head as if wanting to run my hands through his hair. Gradually, I pulled him to the right spot and said “There baby, run your tongue over my clit, nice and slow.” As his tongue touched me, I thought I was going to explode at that very moment, as long before Donald and I had stopped having sex, he’d not gone down on me in years. Feeling Alex run his tongue over my already stimulated clit felt as though I’d been shocked with an electric current, as if I’d never been licked before, and it made me appreciate the feelings that must have run through Alex’s mind earlier this afternoon when I took him into my mouth.



I continued running my hands through Alex’s hair, my moaning becoming steady and louder as he worked my clit, his tongue moving in small circles. Alex stopped momentarily, saying “Here Ms. Smith, lift your legs up”, I did so, placing them onto his shoulders, his left arm reaching around and squeezing my thigh, the right hand coming up and parting my lips as he resumed licking at my swollen clit. Alex moved his tongue back and forth now from left to right, and again my moaning began without my even considering it. With his free right hand, Alex began probing my cunt with one finger, quickly replaced by both his middle and ring fingers, moving into a steady movement in and out of me coinciding with the movement of his tongue. Curling his fingers to stimulate my g-spot, my head was swamped once more with the lightheadedness I’d felt outside as I neared climax. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes once more, I savored every moment of Alex eating me out. My breathing had become completely broken and quickened; already I was so worked up from everything that had happened earlier today, and with our time outside, his fingers inside of me pushing me to the brink, a sudden, unexpected flick of his tongue hurling me over the edge as I felt the familiar oncoming rush of my orgasm. My body began tensing up, my hips began twisting and writhing and between breaths I said “Mmmm Alex, I’m cumming…I’m cumming…OH!”, my hands grasping firmly at the back of his head, my entire body tensing up, my mouth wide open as the orgasm consumed me. Alex, sensing that I could not possibly take any more stimulation, removed his fingers from inside me, tilting his head and resting it against my inner thigh; my body so sensitive at that moment that even his breathing, his exhaling near my clit sent shivers down my spine.



At that moment, my mind was somewhere completely separate from my body; I’d not had a man make me feel so alive in years, and only this afternoon I was the one giving him his first real blowjob in the living room. Control of my breathing was not my own, and gradually I came to feel the speed of my chest rising and falling as it eventually slowed to somewhat normal levels. My hands were still on his head, playing softly with his hair. I opened my eyes and looked down at Alex, seeing him looking pensively at my sex; this was probably the closest he’d ever gotten to a woman before, so his curiosity seemed only natural. After taking a deep breath to collect myself, I simply sighed and said “That was amazing.”



Alex’s gaze lifted up to mine, his mouth curving upwards into a smile. Without saying a word, he stood up, holding both of my hands and revealing much to my surprise and pleasure, his lovely manhood once again at full attention. It was clear that the virility of his youth craved more than the short session from outside on the patio. Alex locked eyes with me as he pulled me up out from the chair, placing an arm firmly around my waist, drawing me in close, kissing me with passion and purpose. We slowly turned around, he taking steps forward and causing me to move backwards until reaching the end of the bed. Breaking from our embrace as he continued forward, causing me to sit back on the bed. Alex crawled on his hands and knees towards me, encouraging me to move back towards the headboard. As my head reached the pillow, Alex crawled between my legs, his chest directly above my own, his left arm circling my back to hold me tight, his right hand coming behind my neck and lower head. For the first time, Alex was in complete control of the situation, of the positioning, of everything, and he knew it, as he looked into my eyes and placed his lips upon mine for a long, deep, sensual kiss, entering my wet and aching cunt once more with his hard cock. His movements were paced now, with purpose, filling me up completely and grinding into my clit for added sensation. Everything we’d done together today was not only eye-opening for Alex, it had desensitized him and made this slow, methodical rhythm possible.



With each movement of his hips, slowly pulling out almost entirely and then filling me up again, I whimpered into his ear, he in turn moaning softly into mine, building up my excitement as Alex had clearly learned one of the most important aspects of his intended sexual education; feeling and reacting to his partners needs, their reactions giving tell-tale signs of what they desired, of what they needed. My arms paralleled his, one wrapping around his back, the other holding tight to the back of his head. Despite having had two strong orgasms today, Alex was rock-hard and hitting me deep inside. Very gradually, Alex began to pick up the pace of this thrusting, my moans increasing accordingly as he pumped into me, relieving the, until now, seemingly unknown craving I’d so missed over the years.



Soon, our slow movements were replaced by fast, hard pumps. Alex sat up, moving his hands to my waist and gripping me tightly as he slammed his cock into me. My hand moved to caress my breasts, pinching the nipple, the other hand dropping down, my fingers making small circles on my exposed clit. I was spellbound by the perfect view in front of me; Alex’s strong, muscular frame gripping me tight, his shaft pumping in and out of me. I could once again feel the tightness and familiarity of my oncoming orgasm. “Come on Alex, fuck me, you feel so good inside of me!” I said as my entire body began to tense up. My words had the desired effect I’d hoped for, as Alex enthusiastically began to fuck me faster and harder than before, his eyes surveying the entirety of my body before him. This was enough to send me over the edge, my head flew back into the pillow, my hands instantly gripped his wrists as he continued his hard frenzied thrusting; “Aaaahhhhh!” I moaned loudly, almost screaming as my orgasm ripped through me, much more intensely than before. The effect was not lost on Alex, his cock becoming harder, his body tensing in that familiar way I’d seen twice before today; “I’m going to cum again Ms. Smith, I’m cuming…I’m cumming!” he grunted as he pulled into me once more, slamming his cock deep inside, collapsing onto me, his mouth once again near my ear, his panting and heavy breathing resonating with the end of his climax.



Alex and I laid together for that moment, bodies intertwined, as the intensity of our near-simultaneous orgasms washed over us. His breathing slowed, matching mine. As he lay, completely spent and still very relaxed from the drinks he’d shared with Matt throughout the day, I slid my hands up around his back, softly tracing circles with the tips of my fingers over his muscular frame. His whole body seemed sensitive to my touch, and he responded with a soft moan, saying “Mmmm, that feels great Ms. Smith.” I said nothing, simply continuing with my soft caressing of his back.



As I myself calmed down and returned to reality, Chrystal’s words came to the forefront of my thoughts. She was right, even if Alex weren’t leaving for college within a couple of weeks, and despite how much he may enjoy my “company”, and I his, he should be using his newfound confidence and sexual knowledge to win over some pretty young thing more towards his own age, and there were bound to be many of those once he moved away for school. My thoughts were interrupted by Alex’s easing backwards, withdrawing from within me and turning onto his side.



I took this opportunity to say “That was exactly what I needed. Did you enjoy it?”



The look on his face reminded me of a child seeing Disneyland for the first time. “Hell yeh Ms. Smith, that felt amazing!”



His eager responses still made me smile. I turned towards the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching upwards, giving Alex a full view of my naked, completely satisfied body, saying “Well, now you know exactly how to make a woman smile in bed, and believe me, if you do what you did to me, they’ll be begging you for more, every time.”



I walked over to the closet and fetched my red satin silk robe. Draping it over my shoulders and loosely tying it at the belt, I walked over towards Alex and said “You should probably get back down to Matt, see if he needs a hand getting to his room in the basement, and then you should probably get some rest, too.”



My words left Alex looking slightly disappointed, but only for a moment. He too must have understood that everything that had happened today would likely stay confined to today, as he also knew that he was leaving for school shortly, and either way it would not continue. Alex stood up and moved towards the pile of clothes he’d tossed into the corner when we came into the room, saying “That sounds great, Ms. Smith.” I enjoyed watching his muscular body cross the room. He picked up his shorts first and slipped them on, leaving his shirt in his left hand. Looking over to me in the darkness, the moon now illuminating more of the room than before, he moved quickly back to me, silently, not saying a word, and embracing me with his arms, squeezing my chest into his own. Before I had any chance to object, I felt his lips press firmly against my own. Our mouths naturally opened, tongues meeting in a soft swirl. The passionate kiss lasted only a few seconds before Alex broke away, taking a step back and saying “Thanks for everything Ms. Smith, I had a lot of fun today with a beautiful lady.”

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