Collection Of Stories

It was her third time reading the same page. Realising that she could not remember a single word Samantha Dalton closed the book and took off her reading glasses. She massaged the bridge of her nose, sighed, and put the book aside.

Her thoughts were dominated by one thing, her young lover Stephen, and everything else seemed to be an interminable waste of time. She leaned back against her pillow, feet stretched out under the covers. She was wearing a white flannel nightdress of a style that her husband David had laughingly described as "granny wear". It was comfortable and warm though, and she appreciated that when sleeping.

Stephen. She had seen him grow up, go through the gangly stages of adolescence, and grow into young manhood. She smiled as she remembered the way he carried himself, the unconscious swagger that he had inherited from his father. That turned her mind to John Prester, an older image of his son, the same dark hair and blue eyes, equal in height but more heavily muscled. David and he had spent a lot of time together in their respective garages, sharing an enthusiasm for cars, and after David's death John still came over regularly to service her Trans Am. She could imagine John as the lead in an Italian drama playing a Sicilian don, the aura of machismo he radiated was palpable. He was a kind man but there was an element of the Lothario in him that she was wary of. Her thoughts then turned to Sophia, Stephen's mother, an imperious copper haired beauty with piercing green eyes. The two women had spent a lot of time together, at the gym, going out for coffee, family barbeques. Of the women in the neighbourhood she could claim to be Sophia's closest friend. She wondered how the redhead would react if she found out Samantha was f.u.c.k.i.n.g her son. She sighed again.

The buzz of her phone interrupted the blonde's reverie. Flipping it over showed her who the caller was, and she injected levity into her voice as she answered. "Hello honey."

The voice of Alice Dalton, her eldest daughter, came through the phone speaker. "Hi Mom. I just called to say that Mary and I are settling into camp. The tent went up easily, and the mattresses you had us pack soften the ground enough to sleep on." Samantha laughed at that. On her first school camp she had not taken a mattress and she had barely slept for a week. That was one lesson never forgotten.

"Hi Mom." Mary's voice. "The food is good."

"Then it's improved since my day."

"Mom, everything has improved since your day." Samantha rolled her eyes at that, some of the best things never changed.

"And you guys are behaving yourselves? You're not causing any trouble?" A chorus of no's from her handset. "Alright then. Be good. Remember I love you both."

"Aw Mom." The two girls made gagging noises, but Mary's voice followed. "We love you too Mom, sorry about leaving you home alone for a week."

"It's okay honey. I have a book or two to read, I'll do some swimming, and I'm sure there's housework that needs doing." She could imagine her girls rolling their eyes at that.

"That's way too exciting for us Mom." Alice was speaking. "We'll call you every night to tell you how the day went. Tomorrow we have a hike through the forest, looking at trees."

"That sounds like the kind of thing you'd see in the forest." Samantha deadpanned.

"Yes Mom, we know Mom."

The two girls spoke together. "Goodnight Mom. Sleep well. We love you." The line went dead, and Samantha sat staring at the blank screen, a soft smile on her lips. She loved those two more than life itself.

*****

The phone buzzed again, and this time the number was unknown. Samantha suspected she knew the source though, and her suspicions proved correct as she accepted the call.

"Good evening. Samantha speaking."

"Hi Samantha." Stephen's voice, and she made the mental shift from mother to lover. It was something she had learned with David, ensuring that while she provided for her daughters as a mother, she didn't neglect her husband as a wife.

"Stevie, sweetie. How is my favourite man?" Samantha glanced at the time. She had gone to bed early, and it was only quarter past nine.

"I kept thinking about you, and about earlier." She fancied she could hear excitement in his voice. "I was just laying here and something came up."

"Ooh." Samantha's pulse quickened. "A lovely thick hard something?"

"Yes." She smiled at the thought of her young lover laying n.a.k.e.d with his rigid c.o.c.k thrusting up. "It just seems to be so inspired by you that it doesn't want to go down."

"Have you tried... um... relieving the pressure yourself?"

"Yes... but... it didn't help." Samantha's smile broadened. Thank heavens for the insatiable s.e.x.u.a.l appetite of youth.

"So you're lying there, n.a.k.e.d, stroking your big hard c.o.c.k for me?" She heard his muttered assent. "Thinking of me, my n.a.k.e.d body, spread open so you can impale me on your big hard c.o.c.k?" She drew out the last words in her sentence as much for her own enjoyment as his. Being his object of l.u.s.t was incredibly arousing. She pulled her gown up to her waist, then pushed her b.r.i.e.f.s to mid t.h.i.g.h giving her fingers access to her p.u.s.s.y. He grunted his agreement and she went on. "You want to impale my tight little p.u.s.s.y... my tight little c.u.n.t on your big hard c.o.c.k?" He g.r.o.a.n.e.d. "Stevie sweetie, I have my fingers in my c.u.n.t, and it's so wet thinking about your big hard c.o.c.k being forced into it, making me scream because I'm so f.u.c.k.i.n.g tight and you're so f.u.c.k.i.n.g big." She inserted two fingers into her dripping slit, her thumb finding a familiar position beside her c.l.i.t. This was another game she'd played with David, something to console them both when he had had to work late, or had to be out of town on business. "Keep stroking that big c.o.c.k sweetie. Think of my tight dripping c.u.n.t taking your c.o.c.k... your big head so deep inside me... using your naughty little s.l.u.t... your c.u.m hungry naughty little s.l.u.t..."

Stephen g.r.o.a.n.e.d again, "oh God Sammie, I'm going to c.u.m."

"Yes baby, pump that sweet c.u.m in my tight little s.l.u.tty c.u.n.t." She heard his grunt, and could imagine his cream spurting over his belly and c.h.e.s.t. That thought pushed her over the edge, and her h.i.p.s rose and fell as she o.r.g.a.s.med. "Oh God."

Samantha slumped back against her pillow. "Are you still with me Stevie?"

"Yes," his voice was hoarse. "That was... intense." Samantha giggled.

"Have we relieved the pressure?" She heard his tired chuckle.

"For the moment." He hesitated. "Thank you Samantha."

"Oh believe me sweetie, it was my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e." She could imagine his smile.

"I should get some sleep. I'm sure we'll have a long day tomorrow."

"Oh believe me sweetie, you are going to have a long, hard, day." She licked her lips. "A very long, hard, day."

"Goodnight then Sammie." He hesitated. "I'm not sure how to say this, but I'm very happy we've become... closer?"

"For what it's worth sweetie, so am I."

Samantha saved his number, put down her phone, and returned her sleepwear to its original, more decorous, arrangement. Speaking her thoughts out loud. "I am glad Stephen, but I hope I don't do something stupid like fall in love with you."

*****

It was nine on the dot when Samantha heard the doorbell ring. She actually rushed to the door to pull it open, her enthusiasm to see her young lover surprising even herself. Stephen stood on her doorstep, and she was struck by how well groomed he appeared, especially compared to his casual dress the previous day. His dark hair was combed, and he was dressed in a navy twill blazer over a white dress shirt and black slacks, with his black shoes so polished she fancied she could see herself in them. She found herself feeling decidedly underdressed in her white bathrobe.

Stephen did not wait to be invited but simply stepped forward, left hand in the small of her back, the other behind her head as his lips sought hers. Her hands hooked under his lapels, clinging to him as she kissed him back.

When they broke their embrace both were breathing more heavily, and Samantha could feel the flush in her cheeks. "Damn Stevie. I think I missed you." She felt his fingers run through her hair, and leant her head into his palm. He reached back and closed the door.

"Me too."

"You're dressed up today." Her hand rose and fell, indicating his dress.

"I wanted to make a good first impression." His tone was dry. She laughed lightly and kissed him again.

"Oh sweetie, you made one hell of a good first impression yesterday. Your second impression last night wasn't too bad either." She cupped his groin with a soft hand. He was already hard, and she suspected he wasn't wearing anything under the slacks. "How many good impressions can I expect today?"

"A dozen, maybe?" Stephen sounded hopeful. "I told the girls I might be out all day."

"Oh God, Stevie." Her breath caught at the thought of his strong young body against hers all day. "What else do you have in mind?"

"Well..." his hand found the belt of her robe, and unfastened it. Samantha giggled as she let him turn her, unwrapping her from the towelling. When she was n.a.k.e.d before him she heard his voice, husky with l.u.s.t.

"You are so beautiful Sammie." She smiled in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e at his words. He stood behind her, drawing her body back against his, his hands sliding down from her throat, over her b.r.e.a.s.ts, down over her flat belly to the bald folds of her s.e.x. Her right hand fell to cover his, revelling in his delicate touch. She reached the other over her shoulder, drawing his face into her neck.

"Oh Stevie... please... yes..." She felt the heat of his breath against her throat, the graze of his teeth. His fingers explored her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.u.n.t, finally settling into a slow circular motion over her c.l.i.t. "Oh my God... oh my God... oh my God..." Part of her marvelled at how quickly he was learning to push the right buttons for her. Another part, the larger part, was simply focused on enjoying his nascent skills. The roughness of his clothing was another stimulation against her soft skin as she ground her firm b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s back against his hardness.

Samantha gasped sharply as she peaked. She exhaled slowly, savouring the constant pressure against her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e flesh, shuddering as the steady stimulation kept her at that peak, goosebumps breaking out over her arms. "Oh Stevie." She sagged in his arms.

Stephen turned and lifted her, left arm under her knees, right around her. She wrapped her arm over his shoulder, snuggling her head into his c.h.e.s.t. She giggled at the sensation of the flannel against her cheek.

"Where are we going sweetie?" She asked dreamily as he started walking.

"Bed."

"Bed... my new favourite word."

"You have favourite words?"

"Oh yes," she nodded her head. "C.o.c.k, c.u.n.t, c.o.c.k-s.u.c.k.i.n.g, cunnilingus, coitus, c.u.m... I really like that one. Now bed." She heard Stephen's chuckle rumble through his c.h.e.s.t.

Stephen lowered her onto the bed, and she fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Take your clothes off sweetie. I want to see you n.a.k.e.d."

"You did say you wouldn't be subtle." The young man unbuttoned his blazer, hanging it over the back of her dressing table chair. Kneeling he untied his shoes, slipping off both, then removing his socks.

"David always said I should say exactly what I want, rather than expect him to guess." Samantha watched intently as he unbuttoned his shirt. His lean torso had clearly defined muscles, and the skin was covered in dark curls. He unfastened his belt, unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping his fly. Released from restraint they fell to the floor, revealing that, as she had surmised, he had not bothered with u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. She licked her lips as his rigid c.o.c.k was exposed. "Yummy."

Stephen joined her on the bed and they kissed again. She rolled him onto his back, looking down into his eyes. Lips met softly. Her slender fingers ran through his hair and he closed his eyes, a euphoric expression on his face. "You like that?"

"Yes." Kissing him again.

"Roll over sweetie." She straddled his taut b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, and leant forwards until her stiff n.i.p.p.l.es were pressed into his back. "We have all day sweetie. No need to rush." He murmured and she sat up once more, her hands sliding over the flat planes of his muscled back. She absentmindedly noted the lack of hair on his back as she started to rub her hands over his neck and shoulders. He exhaled slowly, as if all tension was leaving his body, and Samantha smiled fondly. This too was something she had done for David many times. Sometimes he had even fallen asleep as she rubbed his back. Perhaps Stephen too craved the intimacy this provided.

She leaned forward again, so that her body rested on his, and her head lay alongside his. "It's nice." She heard him whisper.

"I know sweetie. I love doing this." She adjusted her breathing until the two of them inhaled and exhaled at the same rate. She let her mind drift, half dozing, as Stephen lay quiescent beneath her.

*****

Samantha awoke with a startled gasp. Stephen's chuckle seemed loud in her ears. "You fell asleep."

"Sorry... I didn't mean too..." She still lay on top of Stephen, and he seemed completely unperturbed.

"I thought you might need some sleep, and I didn't want to disturb you." He shrugged. "Having a n.a.k.e.d woman for a blanket is rather nice too. I'll recommend it to all my friends." She nipped his shoulder and he chuckled again. "Although if you want to move I'd like to visit the bathroom."

"Of course sweetie." Rolling off him Samantha glanced at the clock. "I was lying there for nearly two hours?" Stephen glanced back at her as he walked into the ensuite.

"I didn't want to disturb you." He paused. "I might have dozed off myself. It was very relaxing." The door closed behind him. Samantha shook her head, then laughed.

"Well, I guess that means we've officially slept together."

The swish of the toilet flushing was followed by the sound of running water. Leaving the bathroom, Stephen lay back down on the bed. Reaching over he drew her lips to his. "Where were we?" He asked.

"Well I was going to make mad passionate love to you, but I fell asleep." She noticed his eyes almost sparkled when he laughed. His strong hand c.a.r.e.s.sed her back and she squirmed contentedly against him.

"I think that that was a very good plan. I suggest we pursue it." Her hand found his swelling c.o.c.k as he kissed her again.

"You are becoming a very good kisser." Samantha observed as they broke away again. The young man grinned broadly.

"I guess you could say I was inspired." Samantha responded with a smile before her lips enveloped his c.o.c.k. She heard his soft m.o.a.n, and felt his hand rest lightly on her head, stroking her hair. She used her tongue under the head of his shaft, where he was most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e, and he squirmed underneath her. "Oh God."

Samantha rose onto her knees, straddling him. "Now tab A goes into slot B," she intoned in a matter of fact manner as she reached behind her, guiding his rigid tool into the folds of her s.e.x. As she sank down on him she exhaled slowly. Stephen met her gaze with his own, and she c.a.r.e.s.sed his cheek with her soft hand. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took his full length into her body. When they opened again she lay down, kissing the young man again.

She heard his growl, suddenly felt their positions reversed as he rolled over. Now she was the one looking up at him, her arms sliding around his shoulders to hold him to her. "Alright Stevie," she breathed. "F.u.c.k me." He took most of his weight on his elbows, but she could feel the pressure over her h.i.p.s, and the fullness imparted by his thick shaft. He moved, sliding back then sliding forwards, and Samantha herself m.o.a.n.e.d. "You can use your pelvis against my c.l.i.t..." Stephen looked confused for a second, then tried circling his h.i.p.s experimentally. Samantha gasped, he had hit the right spot on his first try. "Just like that... slowly... haste makes... oh..." They kissed, Samantha's short manicured nails were digging into his back, but he was beyond all pain. Stephen thrust in and out, driving his c.o.c.k deep inside her, then rotating again to hit her c.l.i.t.

She braced her feet against the bed, forcing her h.i.p.s up to meet his thrusts, her hands grasping his b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, pulling him closer. Her body told her she was close. "Keep going Stevie, sweetie... sweetie..." She cried out incoherently as her o.r.g.a.s.m hit, Stephen's c.o.c.k thrust into her as deeply as he could sheath it.

Samantha went limp in Stephen's arms, her hand at the back of his head, drawing him close for another kiss, savouring the closeness of his young body. His expression was one of gentle concern and tenderness as he stroked her blonde hair. "Okay?" He asked.

"Very much better than okay, Stevie." They kissed again. "Reckon you can go again?" Stephen chuckled and flexed the shaft still buried inside her. "You didn't?"

"No, I wanted to please you."

"Oh Stevie," she kissed him. "You're going to make some woman very happy one day," giggling. "Well you're already making one woman very happy at the moment... You know what I mean." She purred as he began to thrust again, her ankles locking behind his h.i.p.s, tensing her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s and t.h.i.g.hs as she pulled him into her.

Stephen's own movements were sure and steady, again combining thrusts with rotation. Samantha flexed her inner muscles, trying to milk his c.o.c.k, and was rewarded with his startled gasp. She giggled again. A natural c.o.c.ksman he seemed to be, but this was still only his second time in the saddle. She would love teaching him everything that she knew... purely because of her altruistic concern for his future girlfriends and wife, she assured herself over mentally crossed fingers.

She closed her eyes, breathing slowly, resisting the impulse to pant, as she tried to focus her attention solely on the body moving above her, the sensation of his c.o.c.k sliding inside her, the heat and scent of his young flesh.

"Oh my..." Again her world became a thing of spasming flesh and incoherent m.o.a.ns.

Samantha exhaled weakly, her hand flat against her young lover's c.h.e.s.t. "A minute please..." Stephen slid out, rolling beside her. His arms enfolded her and she clung to him. Her emotions surged, tears coming to her eyes. Stephen asked no questions, he simply held her until the storm abated.

"Thank you." Their lips met in a tender, and given the circ.u.mstances surprisingly chaste, kiss. Samantha smiled and glanced down his body to where his rigid c.o.c.k still jutted out. "Damn, are you still hard? Have you been taking Viagra?" Stephen's c.h.e.s.t vibrated with his laughter.

"I think you're all the Viagra I need."

"Stevie, you do say the sweetest things." She pushed him onto his back. "I can't let you run around like that, you might put somebody's eye out." His laughter was interrupted when she took him into her mouth once more. Blowjobs had not been just a wifely duty for Samantha, she genuinely loved the feel of her man's c.o.c.k in her mouth and the control of his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e it afforded her. When Stephen reached for her head she took his hand and placed it on his flat belly. Taking the hint he placed his hands behind his head and left her to run the show.

Samantha's tongue c.a.r.e.s.sed his balls, working from his base up to the tip, then down again. When his c.o.c.k was in her mouth she massaged his sack with gentle fingers, while she licked the soft skin below her hand slid up and down the full length of his shaft. She teased him unmercifully until his h.i.p.s were rising involuntarily off the bed. At that point the woman used hand and mouth to completely envelop his length, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, moving as her head rose and fell, always holding his eyes with her own.

She heard him cry out, and an instant later felt the first gush of his seed in her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, making room for the series of jets that followed. Samantha kissed his softening c.o.c.k gently. Sliding up she drew him to her c.h.e.s.t, and unbidden he began to suckle at her n.i.p.p.l.es. Samantha m.o.a.n.e.d softly. N.i.p.p.l.e play was her Kryptonite. For her nothing so thoroughly combined intimacy and sensuality as giving suck to her lover. David's attentions had kept her small b.r.e.a.s.ts heavy with milk for many months after her daughters were weaned, and both had been reluctant to let her dry up.

"Stephen?" The young man murmured a response. "Would you like to go for a picnic tomorrow?" He raised his head from her b.r.e.a.s.t.

"Picnic? Whereabouts?"

"I have a friend who owns a bit of private parkland with a small lake and all. Very secluded. We could go skinny dipping, eat, f.u.c.k like rabbits..."

"Well when you put it that way, I'm game."

Samantha picked up her phone, and scrolling through her contacts she picked one.

"Samantha, darling, how are you?" The woman's voice was clear, and did sound delighted.

"Helen. Hi, I'm good."

"How are the girls?"

"They're growing like weeds, they're both off at camp at the moment and I have a few days to myself."

"Oh how wonderful. Esther has grown into a bit of a handful, just like her mom at her age."

"And Timothy?"

"He found himself a nice girl in Singapore of all places. They met online, in some forum or chatroom or something. They hit it off and they're getting married in three months."

"Three months? I'm sorry, I didn't hear about it."

"That's okay, we haven't sent out the invitations yet. You're invited, I promise." Samantha laughed. "Anyways, what did you call about?"

"I was wondering, could I come over for a picnic by the lake tomorrow?" She heard silence for a moment.

"You want the lake all to yourself?" Helen's voice sounded thoughtful.

"Yes. I'll be bringing a friend."

"A "friend"?" There was excitement in the other woman's voice. "As I always say, a hard man is good to find."

"Yes Helen, and he is." Samantha bit her lip to stop a sudden gasp as Stephen's fingers slid between her legs. His smile was wicked, and she shook a silent finger at him. He began to kiss his way down her body, and Samantha had to bite her lip again, concentrating on Helen's words.

"Knowing you he's probably there right now, put me on speaker." Samantha hesitated then did so, holding the phone up. "Hello Samantha's friend." Stephen raised his head, leaving Samantha's p.u.s.s.y unattended for the moment.

"Hello Samantha's other friend."

"Ooh, I like his voice Sam, he sounds young though. Have you been cradle snatching... again?"

"Helen... it was only that one time... and he was only a year younger than I was." Stephen raised an eyebrow, and Samantha made a motion like she was wanting to throttle the woman on the other end of the line. Helen laughed.

"Well you're only as old as the guy you feel, so how old are you feeling at the moment? Twenty-five, twenty, fifteen?" Stephen answered her.

"I'm eighteen ma'am."

"Ma'am? Now I'm feeling old. Call me Helen, handsome."

"Alright Helen, you can call me Steve... although handsome is fine too."

"Handsome it is then." Helen's tone was cheerful. "Samantha, tomorrow by the lake is fine, the locks on the gate haven't been changed so your key will still work. Pop by the house when you've finished your... picnic. I'd like to meet young Handsome Steve." Samantha rolled her eyes. "Perhaps we could reminisce?"

"Okay Helen, we'll see you then... but no reminiscing." Samantha ended the call and waggled her finger at Stephen in mock anger. "For that Mister Prester, you're going to have to stay for dinner." Stephen looked delighted.

"We have a few hours till then though," checking the clock again. "Time for a bit of lunch. Cold chicken, salad and homemade ginger beer?"

"It sounds good to me."

*****

They ate together in the longue n.a.k.e.d, neither missing an opportunity to touch the other, delighting in the physical contact. Samantha did cover the couch with a couple of towels as a precaution against spillage, or leakage. When the dishes were washed and dried she slipped her arms back around Stephen's neck, kissing him again.

"We do have a hot tub." It was a suggestion.

"It's outside, won't we be heard from next door?"

"Not if we're quiet."

"I didn't bring my swimming trunks." Samantha laughed. It was plain he was teasing.

"Get in that tub right now Mister Prester."

"I'm going... I'm going..."

*****

The tub was almost bath temperature, and Stephen sank into it with a contented sigh. Samantha took the opportunity to sit in his l.a.p and let his arms enfold her. Resting her head against his shoulder she closed her eyes. Although she could feel his hard shaft against her, for the moment he seemed content just to hold her. She appreciated that, and pressed into him as closely as she could. His arms tightened and she glanced up to see his smile.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice rumbled in her ear.

"I was just thinking how nice it is here, with you."

"I was thinking the same thing..." He hesitated. "Samantha, who is Helen? Do you trust her with our..." He thought for a second, "with our secret?"

Samantha sat silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Part of her didn't want to tell the whole story, but she knew that it would be easier if she did, if Stephen knew what to expect before he met the other woman.

"Helen and I met in high school, and ended up going to college together. She was one of the movers and shakers in the student body, and for some reason she took a liking to me."

"Was she a cheerleader?" Samantha laughed.

"No. She did have friends who were cheerleaders, but she managed to move outside of the normal cliques. She did have a circle of orbiters, like me, who were there to fetch and carry for her."

"I don't like the sound of that." Stephen sounded fierce.

"Oh, it wasn't anything like that. She didn't impose on people, but all of us were glad to do things for her. It's just the way she was... the way she is."

"Was she as beautiful as you?"

"You're so sweet. No, Helen was far more beautiful than I was. I won't say the most beautiful in the school, but she was certainly in the top ten. The face of an angel and the body of a s.u.c.c.u.b.u.s. Incredibly black hair, raven black, and these green eyes." Samantha shook her head.

"Oh." She could almost hear the gears turning over in his head.

"She was the queen bee and we were her hive. She was always very sweet about it, but she always got what she wanted." She hesitated again. "One of the things she wanted was me."

Comprehension dawned. "So you two..."

"So we two... though she had others. She wasn't into exclusivity. Not then, and not even after she left college." She shook her head. "That's one of the reasons her marriages didn't last. She's had two. She cheated on the first husband with the man that became the second, and then he was surprised when he found her in bed with another man."

"But you?"

Samantha pressed her lips against Stephen's cheek. "I was completely faithful to David all the years we were together, and you're the first person to touch me since he died." Shaking her head again. "S.e.x is fun, yes. But s.e.x with someone you're close to, who you care about, who cares about you? That's so much better."

"And Helen?"

"We were close, or as close as she was to anyone. She could be a very sweet person, but I don't know that she ever allowed herself to bond with anyone. Certainly not me. Perhaps it was something to do with her parents. I rarely met them and she never talked about them. They seemed nice enough, but always very formal, quite distant." She frowned. "She never lacked for anything material but she was always looking for something more."

"Did you love her?" Samantha sighed, shaking her head.

"No. She was fun, and it was flattering to be wanted by this goddess, and we were most definitely friends, but I didn't love her and she didn't love me. Not like with David." She stroked his cheek gently. "Any more questions?"

"Why does she want to see me?" Samantha pursed her lips.

"Curiosity mainly, I think. She might want to see if she can get you into bed." She felt Stephen tense.

"Then we should call the picnic off, or go somewhere else."

"I'm teasing sweetie." She kissed him lightly. "I'm sure she'll be on her best behaviour tomorrow. Although I'd suggest that if she invites you back by yourself you should decline politely."

"She has children?" He had been listening.

"Two, Timothy, he's three years older than you, and as you heard he's getting married. Esther is your age, and takes after her mother a lot in looks. You'd probably like her. When this thing of ours ends and you're looking for a girl your own age..."

"That's not happening any time soon though." She could hear the certainty in his voice. She turned her eyes to his and shook her head smiling.

"No." She placed a hand on each cheek and kissed him. "This thing of ours is going to last a while." She giggled. "I'd say I feel it in my bones, but it's not my bones that do the feeling in our situation." She felt his hand slide down her belly and parted her legs. As he touched her she exhaled slowly, her head resting against his shoulder once more. His c.a.r.e.s.ses were slow and gentle and she felt his lips against the top of her head. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have magic hands?"

"I can't say they have." She felt like she was starting to melt.

"You should take up massage. I think you'd make a fortune from middle aged women who want a handsome young man running his hands all over them."

"I'll... consider it." The sardonic tone was back in his voice. Samantha breathed out sharply as his fingers brought her to a peak.

"Magic hands indeed." She pressed closer into him, grateful for his strong arm around her. She shook her head wonderingly. For such a young man, who had never been n.a.k.e.d with a woman until the day before, he was becoming remarkably adroit at bringing her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, while retaining the tenderness that kept him holding her when she needed him to. "Are you sure I'm your first?"

"I'd swear on a stack of Bibles." She felt his lips again. "I have read a lot though, and Mom and Dad have never tried to hide anything from us." He paused. "I mean to say that when we had questions they would answer honestly, and they never hid the fact that they're still... um... intimate." Pausing again. "We three do act like it grosses us out, but it's reassuring to know our parents are still in love..." His voice trailed off.

Samantha turned, kissing his lips. "Although they won't hear it from me, I think they did a pretty good job." She stroked his hair. "Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to render me incapable of leaving this tub on my own feet by digitally stimulating my genitals until my body is surfeit with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e." His eyebrows raised.

"Huh?"

"Finger me until I pass out sweetie." Samantha winked. "Or as close as you can get me."

"Yes ma'am." Stephen responded with enthusiasm.

*****

Despite Stephen's best efforts Samantha did not pass out. Her legs were decidedly shaky though when they finally left the hot tub. Stephen almost carried her through the door and sat her on the couch once more. She smiled wearily and raised a hand.

"Dinner may be delayed a little while," she stated. "The cook needs time to recover." Stephen chuckled as he sat beside her, once again holding her wet body against his own. As much as she appreciated his budding s.e.x.u.a.l prowess, Samantha found his tenderness even more endearing. She grinned, remembering how he had taken her that morning. Forceful when needed, tender when needed, the boy had a lot of potential.

*****

Samantha rose to her feet, smiling down at her young lover. Stephen took her hand, squeezing it gently. "What would you like for dinner sweetie?" There was a sudden mischievous gleam in his eye, and she laughed when his response came.

"You."

"Oh God, sweetie, you're insatiable." He draw her down and kissed her again. "Alright... alright... Just don't blame me if we go to bed hungry."

"Bed, one of my new favourite words." Samantha giggled in delight as he repeated her words from earlier. She straddled his h.i.p.s, lowering herself so her slick lips embraced the length of his shaft, sliding up and down his rigid tool. He breathed heavily.

"You like that sweetie?"

"Is there any doubt?" Samantha managed to turn her smile into a pout. "Yes, yes it's fantastic... I love the feel of your c.u.n.t on my c.o.c.k." Samantha kissed him and tapped his nose with her forefinger.

"A girl always likes to be reminded of how s.e.xy you think she is." Stephen smiled up at her, then she felt his arms tighten around her and the sensation of being rolled over so he was on top. She wrapped her legs around him as her back pressed into the seat of the couch. His blue eyes held hers as she felt him position himself to enter her. One thrust and her breath left her lungs in a long m.o.a.n.

"You're the s.e.xiest f.u.c.k.i.n.g woman I know. Whenever I see you now I'll want to rip your clothes off, throw you down and pound my c.o.c.k into your tight s.l.u.tty c.u.n.t..." He hesitated. "Is that okay?" Samantha laughed, kissing him, flexing her muscles around his impaling c.o.c.k.

"Sweetie, if there is something you say that upsets or offends me I will tell you." She ran her fingers through his hair. "But when you have your big hard c.o.c.k shoved up inside my tight s.l.u.tty c.u.n.t... when you're f.u.c.k.i.n.g your dirty little c.u.m s.l.u.t... your whore... your bitch..." Stephen looked shocked. "They're only words Stevie, and they turn me on... when used by the right person." Stephen swallowed awkwardly. "Too much information?"

"Yes, but I'll cope." His h.i.p.s moved, driving into her. Samantha's eyes were half closed, nails digging into his back, focusing on the movement of his young hard body against her, within her.

"Stevie..." she hissed. "C.u.m in me... give me your c.u.m... c.u.m baby..." She squeezed him as tightly as she could, trying to draw his o.r.g.a.s.m from him. Stephen cried out incoherently and she felt him pulse at their joining. "Good boy Stevie... give it all to me..." She kissed him again, her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him to her. "Good boy."

She released him slowly, and Stephen rolled onto his back. "Damn. That was intense." Samantha giggled.

"You're preaching to the choir here, sweetie." She moved into a position where she could rest her head on his c.h.e.s.t, and felt his arms around her once more. "I might have to call it quits there sweetie. You've worn me out." He stroked her hair. "You're still staying for dinner though?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

*****

Fully clothed once more, Stephen stood at the door and kissed Samantha goodnight. She had discarded the apron she had worn while cooking and through dinner, and she was now n.a.k.e.d in his arms. As his hands c.a.r.e.s.sed her firm toned body, she pressed against the rigid c.o.c.k that distorted his trousers.

"Damn Stevie." She traced his shape. "Hard again?" He sighed deeply.

"I just can't help myself when you're around." Her lips brushed his lightly, then Samantha sank slowly to her knees. Her hands unzipped his fly, releasing his swollen c.o.c.k.

"I can't let you leave in this condition. What would people think of my hospitality?" She took him into her mouth, feeling his hands rest on her head. Lips tightened around his shaft and her mouth watered as she enveloped him. Her tongue c.a.r.e.s.sed his thick shaft letting the head slide to the back of her throat. Tilting her head back allowed her to meet his blue eyes with her own. She relaxed... pushing...there it was. Samantha could see the shock on his face as he slid into her throat, every inch fully sheathed inside her. She would have giggled, but their position made that difficult.

Samantha slid back from his shaft, taking a quick breath before swallowing it once more, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her throat with his c.o.c.k. Moments passed, and then his eyes widened. The blonde half smiled as she felt his c.o.c.k begin to throb, pulling back so that he could erupt in her mouth. When his breathing slowed, and his shaft began to soften, she tipped her head back, her mouth open so he could see his offering to her oral skills. Her mouth closed and she swallowed, a finger wiping a small leakage from the side of her mouth, l.i.c.k.i.n.g that clean too.

Zipped once more, she rose to her feet, kissing him. "How early can you be here tomorrow Stevie?"

"About eight?"

"Eight sounds good." Samantha ran her fingers through his hair. "Wear something more casual."

"Sure thing Sammie."

With another kiss she pushed him out the door. Her arms crossed under her b.r.e.a.s.ts as she watched him walk towards the path. Stephen turned and waved, she smiled and waved back. Closing the door, she turned to rest her back against it.

"Goodnight Stevie."