Fifteen years of marriage was over. I didn’t feel sad, it was just what it was. Lots of people divorce. We were no different. Of course I felt the guilt of betrayal but I couldn’t live a lie any longer. Jan was understandably mortified. Then angry. But I’d done it. I’d told her I was leaving.
In my mind it had to be done. I had to be happy rather than going through the motions. I needed to be true to myself. And I had to give Jan a chance for a fresh start while she was still young enough.
I finished packing the last of my shirts and glanced at the time, glad Jan had chosen to stay at work while I was in the house. Understandably she wasn’t keen on seeing me.
It seemed I still had twenty minutes or so until I was picked up so I sat on the end of what was no longer my bed and let my mind drift to how I’d come to be here.
I was thirty eight now but this journey had begun with me a long time before. Long before I’d even met Jan. back when as a naive somewhat nerdy eighteen year old youth I had a crazy infatuation with the dinner lady at my school. She wasn’t one of the cooks. She was out in the hall with the Monitors to help oversee the children and clean up between sittings. Myself and Craig were Sixth-form Prefects and we organised the kids by class and kept the more rowdy ones in order as they waited.
“Class Two A.” I called out from my rota.
Craig was there guiding the twelve year olds into an orderly queue as they rushed forward. Lunch was an hour and a half and with near four hundred children taking dinners it was like a slick military operation.
“And be quiet.”
I could see Anne moving amongst the tables topping up water jugs. To me she was the perfect woman. A goddess in her blue smock. Thirty years old, an eternity away for me having just turned eighteen but it didn’t matter. All I saw was a slim pretty girl with brown hair that hung just short of her shoulders. Not some silly girl my own age. A woman. Experienced. I couldn’t count how many times I’d fantasised about her or how many times I’d jerked myself to exhaustion imagining the line of her tits, or her smooth thighs wrapped around me.
Of course the reality was that I’d never seen anything above the knees or below the neck but in my head I had every detail of her perfect body mapped out. My infatuation was such that had there even been any girls in our school I don’t think I would have noticed.
The first time I let my interest show was the January of my last year at school when we had a childish conversation about her breast size along with Craig. In fact he started it when Anne accidentally knocked a plastic beaker from the table with her chest while leaning over to wipe up.
“Boobs too big?” Craig braved as he picked up the fallen item.
“I wish.”
“They look just fine to me.” I chirped in with a moment of honesty.
“So how big are they?” Craig pressed.
Anne glanced at me waiting eagerly to see if she would answer.”
“You shouldn’t ask a woman questions like that.”
Then still looking at me she said.
“Thirty-six if you must know.”
“No way. I reckon thirty-two. Thirty-four at a push.” Craig retorted.
“Expert at judging a girls boobs are you?”
“So am I right?” Craig wasn’t letting go.
“No. Thirty-six. I suppose you want to measure them.”
“Oh look. A measuring tape.”
How the hell I had a measure in my pocket I don’t know. Left over from woodwork I guess but serendipity was working for me that day.
“Oh hell.” Craig flustered.
Anne stopped wiping the table and stood up straight.
“Really?”
“I dare you.”
Suddenly this had become my conversation. My eyes were on the line of her clothes where what I imagined were the most perfect tits ever gently protruded.
Anne smirked, glancing around while Craig went bright red at my cheek. He was a good talker, not so good when it came back at him.
Anne was smirking.
“Okay. In the broom cupboard.
Just you.”
“Aw.” Craig protested.
“Sorry. I don’t trust you together.”
We slipped inside and shut the door leaving my co-conspirator outside. He’d started this but somehow it was me in the cupboard with Anne. Loyalty meant nothing when I had a opportunity to touch the object of so much desire in me. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling giving just enough light in the dingy space for me to see by.
“You should take the smock off.” I suggested.
“That all you want me to take off?”
I wasn’t brave enough to say what flitted through my mind at that moment. Instead I waited while she peeled the smock away and taking the measure she turned her back to me.
“From behind.” She said lifting the tape into place herself much to my disappointment.
I could hear Craig outside the cupboard giggling.
“Hurry up before someone comes.”
Now she was showing her nerves. I imagined she was regretting a foolish decision to tease a teenage schoolboy. For my part I wanted to see it through. To measure her tits even if only from a safe position at her rear was still the pinnacle of sex for me at this point.
I took the tape and pulled the ends together behind her back, taking the opportunity to lightly brush my uncomfortable bulge against her pert arse. She didn’t flinch and I weighed up trying it again. No. Too obvious. And I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t cum in my pants if I did. Just as exciting I could feel the clasp of her bra just under my fingers holding the tape in place.
“Thirty-six.” I read out.
I caught her perfume and swooned. She smelt wonderful.
Anne stepped away gathering the tape up.
“Satisfied?”
“Well there’s still cup size?”
I think I was pushing my luck now and could feel my cheeks burning.
“C cup.” She whispered.
“And no you’re not checking that.”
She opened the door keen to be out before a teacher appeared. I was ecstatic. I knew her bra size. For a lad who’d never touched a girl this was the height of sexual experience. Thirty-six C was implanted in my brain for life.
“Well?” Craig asked.
“She was telling the truth.”
“Oh yes.” He punched the air
“Did you touch them?”
“No.”
“You should have. I would’ve done”
“That’s why I was in the cupboard and not you.”
I kept her cup size as my own personal little secret. That day had been a mini triumph for raging teenage hormones.
But more was to come.
The snow came heavy that January. In hindsight it was probably pointless for anyone to have made the journey into school. We spent the morning huddled in cold classrooms with heating that struggled to cope with only the handful of teachers who’d made it in. At lunchtime the Head announced anyone able to go home should and I packed my things away keen to be home in the warm.
Trudging outside was a shock to the senses. I never was great at dressing appropriately. I wore a jacket and trousers to school and a crombie in the colder months. That’s what I did. Always smart, with Oxford brogues that just vanished under the ever deepening whiteout. The idea of compromising and donning wellies or putting a coat on with a hood was alien to me.
I paid the price with snow over the tops of my shoes and a biting wind that cut through the material of my trousers and froze my ears.
“Hi Paul.”
My heart jumped at the sight of Anne wrapped in her heavy coat and long black boots coming out through the heavy Victorian gates behind me. Sensibly she had a hood up secured under her chin so that it didn’t blow off. But her sweet round face with its cute little turned up nose was beaming out at me.
“Didn’t think you’d be here today.” I said moving to join her.
“I know.
Was a bit pointless trudging down here just to go back, but I didn’t want to let anyone down if they had put dinners on.
We can walk back together if you like?”
“Yes. That’d be great.”
This was another high. I was with her outside school. Okay, so walking home was hardly a date, but it was an opportunity to talk away from Craig or any other interfering teenagers. I’d impress her with my maturity.
We started walking and chatting about nothing in particular. Her house was on the same estate as mine and it meant I had her to myself for an easy twenty minutes.
The weather was horrid. A bitter cold wind blowing against our faces and driving the fallen snow into drifts that we had to walk around. Ahead it was an undulating scene of coldly pristine white.
Once Anne misjudged where the curb was and I grabbed her arm in time to stop her falling.
“Thanks.”
I felt like the knight in shinning armour for that.
“It’s a bit deep in places. Be careful.”
“Glad you’re here.”
Another corner and we could see her house. A semi on our nineteen seventies housing estate. My own was little different, just further on.
“It’s too bad for you to carry on. Come in and warm up for a bit.”
Her house looked the perfect respite from the weather. And it was her house. I would get to see where she lived. I buzzed.
“You sure it’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. Jim’s at work and Terry’s at his Nan’s.
Get in.”
Anne gave me a playful shove up the wide drive and I eagerly headed for the door.
“Christ it’s cold.”
She fumbled with the key in gloved hands while I kicked the snow away from the edge of her door so it didn’t fall in as it opened. A moment later and we were inside. I was shivering, trembling in fact as I realised I was chilled to the bone.
“Give me your coat and go through.”
Double glass doors opened into the front room and I got my first view of where she lived. Soft comfy sofas I immediately imagined myself cuddling up to Anne on, and oak furniture. Pale paint coloured the walls and the floors were carpeted. A large fluffy hearth rug sat in front of the fire. It was homely, contemporary.
“Brrr.
I’ll put the fire on.”
I glanced again at the snow falling outside. It was even heavier now, hanging like a curtain, and I still had nearly half a mile to battle through it to the far side of the estate.
When I looked back Anne had lost her coat and was bent over fiddling with the controls on the electric fire. Like a true teenager I focused on her arse and long legs before quickly looking away as she straightened back up.
“You should get out of those wet clothes.”
“Er… I’m fine..”
“No you’re not. Get the jacket off and anything else that’s wet.
Look at your socks. They’re soaked. And your trousers.”
I went red. Suddenly faced with the object of many a fantasy wanting me to take my trousers off. I should have been ecstatic but the reality was somewhat different to the brave manly behaviour I would have day dreamed.
She was right though. My trousers where soaked to the knees. Even Anne’s skirt was wet around the hem.
I let her take my jacket and socks but shyness stopped me there. Even when she returned with two big fluffy blankets to wrap ourselves in.
“Here.
They’re just old ones but they’ll be nice and cosy to wrap up in.”
“Thanks.”
It felt fluffy and warm. The heat from the fire was beginning to reach me and my skin prickled even as I shivered from a cold that cut to my core.
Anne was looking at me again, disapprovingly.
“I’m not going to ask again.”
“They’ll dry off with the fire.”
“Stop being so shy. We’re both adults.
Look I’m okay with it.”
Anne pulled her skirt away and I saw her legs properly for the first time. Up to tiny panties that hugged every line of her arse. Without a thought for the torment she was causing me she hung the skirt over a radiator before coming back.
“Paul.
Come on. It’s no different to being on a beach in trunks.”
“Okay.” I relented.
I unclipped my trousers and bending forward I pulled them down, struggling to pull the sodden bottoms over my damp feet. Knowing my cock was rock hard and about to be evident didn’t help my awkwardness. I was happy to wrap myself in the other blanket hiding my embarrassment before sitting back in front of the fire.
“That’s better.
I watched as my trousers joined her skirt to dry before she turned back. I think I caught a glimpse of her crack through the thin material of her panties just as she pulled the massive blanket around herself again. and my cock sprang to life in my underpants. She sat on the rug close to the fire and pulled her legs up to her chin.
“I’m frozen to the bone.”
Anne put her hands up to absorb the heat.
“What if your husband comes home?”
I readily slipped from the sofa and took my place up opposite her on the rug.
“In this? He works an hour away. He’s not coming home any time soon. It’s still coming down out there.
It does look pretty though.”
Through the window it was picturesque. Snow danced on the wind as it fell from deep blue-grey clouds. A chaotic curtain of fluffy feathered crystals covering the outside world in a frozen blanket. I felt cocooned here by the heat of the fire away from the blustery iciness I knew I’d have to face again.
“Do you think it’ll be clear by Monday?”
“Not seen it this bad for years but I don’t suppose it’ll keep going.
Sorry. School for you Monday.”
“Fine with me. I can’t afford not to be there with my exams coming up.”
“It’s quite Christmassy.” She laughed.
“A bit late though.” She turned back from the window and smiled at me, sending my teenage hormones racing.
“Relax. You look so tense.”
“Sorry.”
She was right. I was a bundle of nerves, desperately searching for something clever to say. I had nothing.
“Excuse me. My bra’s cutting into me. You don’t mind if I remove it do you?”
“Christ no.”
My eyes nearly popped. So did my cock.
“You might have to look away for a moment.” She grinned.
I did as she asked, just catching a glimpse of the blanket dropping away. My cock ached again knowing she would be pulling her top up to get the offending garment off.
“Okay. You can look back now.”
I saw her pullover laying on the carpet along with her bra and went red knowing she sat in just her panties under the all encompassing blanket.
It wasn’t hard for Anne to read my mind. The smirk betrayed she had and my stomach knotted with more embarrassment.
“Bet this isn’t how you thought your day would turn out?”
“No. Not really.”
Then I got brave.
“Of course if you have a tape measure handy this’d be a good time to check your breast size again.”
I instantly wished I hadn’t spoken. But then her eyes widened, and thankfully she smiled at my cheekiness.
“You got your measurement. And you seemed pleased with thirty six. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Yeah. I was.
And the cup size.”
“Ha. Not to small in your vast experience?”
She was teasing and enjoying my discomfort.
“They’re perfect.”
“You’ve not seen them. But they say more than a handful…”
She started laughing.
“Eighteen and you still haven’t been with a girl?”
“Not yet.”
Christ I was declaring my virginity.
“Not even a grope?”
“No.” Now I was uncomfortable admitting my innocence.
“I guess an all boys school isn’t great for meeting girls?”
“Does it show?”
“Just a bit.”
Again I felt her studying me.
“You’re still tense.
You’re fine with me at school. Stop letting your cock do your thinking.”
My eyes went wide hearing her use that word.
“It’s kind of hard when I’m sitting half naked in your front room and you’re… well.”
Oh my God. She was as good as naked under that blanket. I felt certain I was bright red now.
“Yeah well. It’s hard to get warm in wet clothes. But it’s probably something you shouldn’t mention when we’re back on Monday.”
“Promise. Our secret.”
“Not even to your mate Craig.”
“He wasn’t in today. He won’t have any idea.”
“Good. Just don’t tell him.”
She gave that look. The sort where you were left feeling judged. Tested may be.
“You’re right though. I am less dressed than you.”
Anne hesitated as if considering her next words carefully.
“Take your shirt off.
Only fair we’re equal.”
It came like an instruction. Something had changed in her eyes and my imagination started to race with impossible ideas. This time I didn’t protest, unbuttoning and pulling my top away while she watched me intently. I didn’t worry about her seeing my chest, even taking my time to wrap the blanket around me again.
“You’re a good looking lad.
You’ll make some young girl very happy some day soon.”
“Probably not before I leave school. All boys school. Remember.”
“That why you look at me the way you do?”
I flushed red again.
“I do notice you know.”
“Sorry.” I mumbled.
“Don’t be. I’m thirty. It’s nice to know I can still turn the head of an eighteen year old after eight years of marriage and a child.”
“Anne. I think you’re gorgeous.” I blurted it out, finally determined to tell her.
“Even if I was surrounded by girls my own age I’d still…” I couldn’t say that.
“Your husband is very lucky.” I corrected.
“That’s what I tell him. He’s not bad himself to be fair. Bit of an old fuddy-duddy sometimes, but he’s okay.”
I felt a little deflated at that but it was to be expected. He was the guy she’d married. It hurt to think she had probably been riding him while I was still learning to ride a proper bike. Christ I wish I’d been born ten or twenty years earlier.
Anne just sat staring, studying me.
“What?” It was making me nervous. Her eyes held me for a moment longer then she boosted me again.
“Sorry. It’s just that you’re more…”
She looked away unwilling to finish the sentence. Instead staring into the fire as she lost herself in her own thoughts. It took me a moment then I grasped that she had been comparing. What did she mean by ‘more’? It could only be good couldn’t it?
“Have you never had a girlfriend at all?” She probed.
“No. Not a proper one.”
I didn’t see the point of lying.
“When I was younger I hung around with someone, but that’s just kids.”
“You’re not a kid any more.
A few months and you’ll be out there in the world working for a living.
Before you know it you’ll be married with children.”
“I think I’m a little way off that yet.”
“Perhaps. Just make sure you have some fun before you settle down.”
I squirmed with rising embarrassment.
“Is that what you did? You must have married young?”
I think I saw a flash of regret in her eyes before she looked away to hide it.
“Yeah. I did. Too young.
Jim was only my second proper boyfriend and the first to ask. He’s a little older than me. A lot actually. He turned my head. Good job. Money to spend. Car. The usual.
But he’s lovely. And a great father.”
“So was he…”
“My first?
No. Second.
My first was a lad the same age as me. I was eighteen if that’s what you want to know.” She was grinning wildly at me now.
“We did it in my bedroom and mum caught us.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a blazing row. She didn’t tell dad thank god.”
“You got caught by your mum?”
“She came up to see what the noise was about. The clumsy clown knocked everything off the bedside table. Luckily we’d finished but she still caught us naked.” She started laughing at the memory.
“Liam couldn’t get it up in my house after that even when we were alone. Poor lad having his cock stared at by his girlfriends mum. Bet he remembers it to this day.”
“I bet.”
“Probably mum as well.” She sniggered.
“All these things you have to look forward to. Perhaps don’t get caught by any mums though.”
She hesitated again.
“Make the most of it. It ends sooner than you think.”
“To be honest. Right now I’m more interested in getting started.”
“Yeah well. You never know when something magical might happen.”
Again she glazed over as if deep in thought. Her next words burned into my brain such that I never forgot them or the sound of her voice as she spoke them. Soft, purposeful.
“Would you like to see a woman naked?”
My cock was burning and I desperately wanted to rearrange myself.
“Yes.” I wanted to shout it. To declare my overwhelming need. It came as a pathetic whisper.
“Okay. Promise me you’ll tell no one.”
“I won’t. Promise.”
Hell. Was she going to show me her tits?
“I’m trusting you. This could get me into so much trouble.”
I could see her cheeks reddening as I waited, not believing what might happen next.
Anne moved under the blanket, straightening her back as if posing, then she let the comfy material fall to her waist. I think my eyes popped at the sight of her breasts. Two perfect milky white mounds, hanging like large teardrops against her chest. Small pink nipples topped them, growing under my amazed gaze.
“Wow.” I managed.
Now I knew what a C cup actually meant. And I wasn’t disappointed.
I couldn’t stand it any longer and shifted my position, taking the opportunity to move my cock from its entrapment. My pants hardly contained it now. Her eyes flicked down. She knew what I was doing but I didn’t care. How could I when she was showing me her tits.
“They’re fantastic. Perfect.”
I didn’t know what else to say. They were perfect. Soft inviting flesh gently rising and falling on shuddered nervous breaths. Her nipples were hard now, pointing at me like little accusing digits.
“Thank you.”
She pushed the blanket away completely and stretched her long legs out, flexing her toes just short of where I sat.
“I’m warm now.
Aren’t you warm?”
I just stared. Her legs were just as perfect. Smooth unblemished flesh, her thighs framing the tiny triangle of material that hid her most secret place. It was thin and tight. I could see the line of her snatch, and a darker patch, her minge showing through. I think my mouth probably just hung open. She was better, more beautiful than any naked girl I’d seen in a picture or movie.
“I can image how uncomfortable you feel.”
She glanced down to where my groin still remained hidden from her sight before looking back and smiling.
“Would you like me to help you out?” Her voice was shuddering, as nervous as me.
“Please.”
I pushed the blanket away, happy for her to see my bulging cock. Please, touch me, end my agony, was all I could think, still unsure if it would really happen.
Anne shuffled closer, until she could reach out and put her hand on my thigh. It was electric.
“You can touch me if you want.”
I did. I so did. I reached up with both hands cupping her tits, testing their firmness. Anne quivered, snatching her breaths. Her hand moved higher rubbing over my cock through my underpants.
“Oh God.”
I was squirming. Desperate to have it rubbed. Certain I would cum as soon as she touched it properly.
“Show me.” She whispered.
Half an hour ago I was to embarrassed to take my trousers off. Now I didn’t hesitate. I hooked my pants with my thumbs and pulled them down, unhooking them from my feet and chucking them to the side. My cock bounced free, throbbing and jerking under its own power.
“You’re big.
I thought you would be.
I notice things too you know.”
I gasped loudly as she put her hand around it and pulled my skin back onto my shaft. My whole body quivered and my cock ached with its hardness.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Say if you want to stop.”
“I don’t.”
Stop? Why the hell would I want her to stop? I had her tits in my hands again. Warm flesh that filled my palms. I squeezed, delighting in the tremors that rushed through her body. I didn’t ever want to let go of them.
Her hand started up and down my cock. Slow and gentle, up over my crown sending the same tremors through me.
“Everyone needs an education. Let me teach you about girls.
I can show you how to make love if you like?”
My cock burned, leaking the first sticky juice onto her fingers.
“Tell me what to do.”
Bright green eyes held my attention and I became a willing student.
“Lay back.”
A hand pressed on my chest and I went down as Anne manoeuvred herself over my legs and put her head down.
“Oh fuck.”
Lips I’d dreamed about so often closed over my tip, then rode down my meat. A hand squeezed my balls while another traced a line up the inside of my thigh. I watched her tits swing under her. Hard nipples pointing downwards. Nothing I had fantasied came close to what I was experiencing.
She lifted her head.
“Cum when you’re ready. I know you won’t be able to hang on long the first time.
I’ll keep you hard and then we can do it.”
My biggest fear was gone and I relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Anne’s warm mouth on me. I felt I should be doing something in return but I wasn’t sure what beyond what would just become an inexperienced grope. I forgot about it, becoming lost to the feelings she was creating. My cock throbbed, hurting. Her lips rode back up to my crown as her tongue started to tease my tip. The sensation was unbearable.
“Uhhh.”
I came hard. Cum tore up my shaft and broke free. My cock danced in her mouth and I felt more of my seed bursting forth. Anne just carried on back down my shaft and up again. A hand followed it, as her other rubbed over my balls. My cum leaked from her mouth and coated me, covering her hand. She just carried on oblivious to the mess. I’d be busy cleaning up if I’d been on my own but with Anne it became a glorious addition to our love making.
“Fuck.”
I gasped for breath already feeling my cock harden again. I was in heaven.
Anne sat up and moved higher over me, taking my hands and placing them on her thighs.
“That was your first blow job.
Now. Caress me. Gently.”
I stoked her flesh as I looked down to see her pull her panties to the side. I squeezed her with my fingers to convince myself she was real, almost terrified she’d vanish into a wisp of smoke.
I saw her pussy. Soft wrinkly ruby lips that lined a pink slit. I could see a line of her juice glistening. Just above a small patch of neatly trimmed hair. Then she was guiding my cock into her and the material sprung back to obscure my view.
Her pussy gripped me, pulling me in and squeezing me. Hot and slippery. It felt wonderful.
Anne began rolling her hips, working my cock inside her. All I could think was ‘I’m fucking her. I’m fucking Anne’.
“That’s wonderful.” She said.
“So hard.”
She leant forward onto her hands so that her face was only a short way from mine. Her hair fell forward like a curtain and I lifted my head to kiss her. She parted her lips and I found her tongue pushing into mine. I followed, unsure if I was getting it right until our tongues danced, entwining in a wet embrace. I reached up to find a tit that gently rode over her rib cage. I found her nipple, pinching it, then gently pulling on it. The tiny shudders in her body told me I was getting it right.
All the while she rode up and down on my cock, becoming more energetic with each stroke.
I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I smelt her perfume mixing with the smell of our sex. A sweet mixture of musk and flowers that hung in the heated air of the fire and assaulted my senses. It drove me even wilder.
Her face broke away from mine and she gasped for breaths.
“Uhhh.”
I felt her shudder and she lost her rhythm.
“Aw fuck.”
She stopped and just quivered. I knew I’d just made my first girl, woman, orgasm. And it was Anne.
She opened her eyes and stared down at me.
“Now fuck me.”
She lifted herself and I used my hips to power my aching cock into her. As fast and as hard as I could. I held my breath as I felt myself getting close. It felt tight and warm, muscles gripping me and pulling me in. Slippery without being slimy, like wearing a snug glove, or riding on warm oil.
“Uhhh fuck.”
I came almost as hard as the first time, feeling my seed filling her hole and making my last few thrusts slide with even more ease.
“Christ. Fuck.”
This time I felt emptied and my cock started to soften.
“Thank you.
That was fantastic.”
I felt elated. Happier than I’d ever felt. And so grateful.
Anne lifted herself from me and rolled onto the floor. I turned, still unable not to touch her flesh. I stoked her arm, up over her shoulder and down across her tit. It was hard not to just grab it and squeeze but I kept it tender.
Anne gave tiny tremors at my touch and took deep breaths. I studied her sweet face. I’d looked at her features so often before, but now I didn’t need to look away when she saw me. This time I was just inches away and this time her cheeks were flushed from fucking. My fucking of her.
“I need a drink.”
Anne sat up as her senses returned.
“Do you want tea?”
“Yes please.”
“Wait there.”
I lay back as I was treated to the view of her standing up and walking towards the kitchen in just her panties.
“The snow’s stopped.”
She called back.
Outside it was dull but the clouds were a lighter, less threatening grey.
“I should think about getting home before it starts again.” I replied lacking enthusiasm.
I looked around at her home. Modern and comfortable, tidy. I imagined myself living here with Anne as my wife.
“I’ll make us something to eat first.”
When she returned she passed me a mug of tea and pulled the blanket around herself again.
“You can never tell anyone about this. I’ll lose my job.”
I could see the fear in her face. It wasn’t surprising. Any lad would want to shout it from the roof tops. But I wasn’t like that. I didn’t seek the approval of my friends or feel the need to tell them how much of a man I was.
“I promise. No one will ever know.”
Anne put her pullover on again and made us jacket potatoes in the microwave. There was something magical about seeing her tits move unrestrained under the material and I was grateful she didn’t cover her legs.
But the fear and confusion at her behaviour was evident as she avoided mentioning what we’d done. Instead she talked about the weather, then her boy as if to remind me she was married.
Finally it was time for me to leave. I pulled my coat on and braced myself for the icy blast of the walk home.
“Can I see you again?” I ventured, no longer happy to avoid the obvious.
Anne looked down, struggling with her thoughts.
“I don’t know. We shouldn’t have done it…”
I held her and she didn’t object. But I could feel her slipping away from me. I wanted to argue but I wasn’t stupid. I understood what she’d risked and I knew behaving like a dejected kid would guarantee it never happened again.
“I’d really like to.” I said.
“But I’ll walk away if that’s what you want.”
Could I? It was the right thing to do. But I prayed she wouldn’t ask it if me.
Anne didn’t answer me directly, instead fingers squeezed into my arm.
“We’ll see.
Now get home before the snow starts again.”
She kissed me warmly on the lips.
“Whatever happens… it was… great.” She said.
I saw the genuine sadness in her eyes and knew she meant it. Anne drew a breath and forced herself back to her usual jovial self.
“Now go. Get yourself home before it gets dark.”
There was something magical about the realisation I had actually fucked a girl for the first time. That it was a real woman with experience and not some fumbling girl hardly out of childhood made it all the more so. I knew my parents would probably be horrified that their little boy had been seduced by someone so much older, but I didn’t see it that way at all.
For me it was a dream achieved. Anne was the woman I’d fantasied about for nearly two years. The woman who almost daily filled my thoughts as surely as I filled rolls of tissue with my cum imagining my hand was hers. I was ready to pack my things and run away with her to a new life, if only she’d ask me.
But I wasn’t so naive to think it could happen just like that. I would play it cool and take my time. First I had to impress her and show that I was grown up. Prove to her that I was a better choice than her husband. I mused over that thought for a moment, then realised as much as I wanted us to be together I also just wanted to fuck her again and again.
By Monday the snow was just a brown dirty mush on the roads, spraying out from the tyres of carefully moving traffic as I walked into school. Great heaps of drifted snow sat against walls and fences in blocks of solid ice that would take days to melt. And the skies had turned from the picturesque winter post card scene to a bitter drizzle that felt more unpleasant than the blizzard.
None of it concerned me. All I had on my mind was getting through Maths, then History and reaching lunch time. Anne would be as pleased to see me. We’d arrange another meeting. Another afternoon of sex.
The lessons stretched into an eternity, longer than the weekend. Equations followed by the Indian Mutiny. It was hard to concentrate with an aching cock that refused to lay flat and a head full of possibilities.
Then finally I saw her again.
“Hello Anne.”
“Hi.
Help me with the water jugs please.”
I picked up a heavy tray loaded with filled jugs and followed her as she placed them on tables and cleared away the empty ones.
Anne behaved completely normal, as though Friday hadn’t happened. I felt deflated, wondering if it had all been a dream.
As the days went on I settled into the idea it’d been a one off and that it’d never be mentioned again. I think there was more of a warmth from her than before, but it could just as easily have been wishful thinking. Which ever it was, Anne remained intent on making sure she behaved purely professionally. I was the Sixth-form Prefect and she was the dinner time help. That was it. Craig was oblivious and he certainly never noticed a change in either of us.
I settled back into my school work and returned to admiring Anne from afar. She still filled my dreams, more vividly than before. And when we had another small flurry of snow before spring broke I almost lost my mind wishing for it to be knee deep by lunch time. To my disappointment it only succeeded in turning the grass playing fields a pristine shade of white before vanishing in the rain by home time.
So that was it. Everything back to how it had been with no hope. At least until out of the blue Anne surprised me.
“Are you free Saturday morning?” She asked as she furiously wiped a table.
My heart jumped and I wondered if I’d heard her right. She’d hadn’t even made eye contact when she spoke.
“Saturday? Yes.”
“Jim’s doing overtime and Terry’s staying over at his Nan’s.” She said hurriedly.
“Come round about nine.
Don’t be obvious.”
Anne moved away carrying on with wiping the tables as though we’d said nothing special.
This was it. I was going to fuck her again. Christ it was only Wednesday. How was I going to make it to Saturday?
Don’t be obvious Anne had said. I took my bike instead of dads car and with a pounding excitement I peddled across the estate. I must have rode past the house twice checking her husbands car wasn’t there before finally returning and putting it up the side out of view. All the while I was running scenarios in my head in case he opened the door. What could I say? I even considered fighting him to win Anne. I decided on ‘wrong house’.
I breathed a sigh of relief when it was Anne that greeted me and ushered me in quickly.
“I was worried you wouldn’t come.”
She hugged me.
“Of course I was going to come.”
Her mouth found mine and we kissed. A deep warm caress of our lips and I finally accepted it I wasn’t dreaming. When we parted a line of spittle momentarily linked our lips as we looked at each other.
“Come up stairs. We’ll go in the spare room. I can change the sheets after and Jim will never know.”
I followed eagerly, my shyness with her a distant memory as now I was keen to show I was a man. I grabbed her in the door way, planting my lips on hers again and backing her to the bed. My cock was hard as steel, pushing at her groin through her clothing. I could feel her tits, soft padding against my chest that sent tingles of desire raging through me.
Anne fell backwards, bouncing onto the bed with me on top of her. Legs came up behind my back and I ground my hips into her trying to alleviate the burning in my meat. I was pulling at her top desperate to find those soft mounds again while her hands explored my body, pulling at my shirt.
“I missed you.” I muttered.
I uncovered my target, excited by the lack of a bra and closed my mouth around a nipple. I’m not sure what I expected. Candy floss and jelly maybe. But it tasted like skin. Warm sweet skin none the less. And her hard little nipple felt tender, hotter still, between my lips. I caressed it, sucking and nibbling with my teeth, delighting at every jerk in her body knowing I was causing them.
Finally she lifted my head and wriggled from under me.
“I want to teach you something new.”
“Show me. Teach me everything.”
I instantly found myself slipping back into the role of student waiting eagerly for instruction.
“Help me with my jeans.
I guided her denims down those silky legs taking every opportunity to touch them and caress her flesh. Then she pulled her feet in and unhooked her panties. I stared in anticipation as they came over her knees and down to her feet. Then they were gone.
As her legs came back down onto the bed and spread around me I was greeted by the holy grail or every teenage wish. My first real clear view of her vagina, her pussy. It looked like a puffy eye, tightly closed without eye lashes. A paper cut of a slit lined by small, delicate deeply coloured flaps. And above it sat a tiny welcome mat of trimmed pubic hair, just a little darker brown than the hair on her head.
“Don’t stare.”
She whispered.
“Kiss it. Use your lips. And your tongue.”
I almost exploded my load there and then faced with such an exquisite vision and the thought that I would taste her.
“You want me to lick you?”
“Yes.” She laughed.
“Eat me out.”
I tore my shirt off and my head went down. I planted tiny kisses on the tops of her thighs, then around her slit. I determined to take my time and not give in to the over enthusiasm of my youth. This was my chance to prove I was a lover worthy of her. I didn’t want to mess it up.
Eventually I couldn’t wait any longer before claiming my prize.
Drawing my tongue up her slit I tasted her.
Anne bucked.
“Oh fuck.”
Silky viscous juice coated my tongue. Sweet with a hint of saltiness. It was almost impossible to describe. What I did know was I wanted more. This time I parted her crack, pushing into her wet warm place. Such soft pliable flesh.
“Take your time.” She whispered.
I tried. Every part of me screamed that I should just push my face into her and bite down on her flesh as though it was a juicy ripe tomato. But I kept my cool and concentrated on exploring her velvet crevices, taking time to excite her.
“Oh. That’s it.
Now use your fingers.”
I did as she asked. Pushing two fingers into her while continuing with my tongue. Her hand came down and she took hold of mine, guiding it so that I touched her just right. For a few minutes she let me play, delighting in pure enjoyment. Then she wanted more.
“Now take your trousers off and lay down.”
I was shaking with need as I striped away the last of my clothes and laid back on the bed. Anne swung her leg over my face and her succulent pussy was at my mouth once again. But this time she had her hands around my balls, cupping them, and my cock between her lips.
“Mmm.”
I was a quivering wreck.
“You like this don’t you.”
“Fuck yes.”
Her lips rode down my shaft again and I felt my crown rub over the roof of her mouth almost to the back of her throat. I ate her. Like a starving man I sucked at her pussy, probing as deep as I could with my tongue, lapping at her nectar as it flooded down into my mouth. My hands caressed her bum, squeezing and parting her cheeks.
“Find my button.”
Christ. Her clit. I hadn’t even thought about it. Now I searched into the folds of her hood.
“Uhhh.”
Her hand began jerking me with a frenzy and I knew the tiny hot nub under my tongue was it. I flicked it. Sucked it. My hands were all over her arse, around her thighs and up under to her slit.
“I’m coming.”
Her words sounded like an accolade. They told me I had her so hot she was out of control. Anne bucked, almost falling from me. Then I stretched my legs out taut and fired my load into her mouth. To me it felt like a cannon going off.
“Uhhh.”
Anne sucked me clean before rolling away to lay next to me. I put my hand out, rubbing my palm over her knee and along her thigh. I just needed to touch her so much.
“How does it compare to looking at porn?” She asked out of the blue.
I coloured up and protested.
“I don’t look at porn.”.
“Come on. All teenage boys look at porn. So do girls.”
I found it hard to imagine her watching people have sex on a computer screen or flicking through a copy of playboy.
“Did you look at porn?”
“Of course. Still do. You have a computer. I had to make do with magazines when I was your age.”
“Takes so long to load up though.” I relented.
“You not sneaked any videos?”
“Anne.” I protested.
“Tell me.”
“Okay. I’ve watched one.”
It was more than one but I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of pervert.
“Don’t be so shy about it.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“We’ve just fucked. You’re laying here naked with me and you’re embarrassed about admitting you’ve watched a dirty movie?”
She shifted position and started playing with my cock again.
“I’ll let you into a secret. I watch loads of movies. It gets me in the mood.”
My cock was already swelling in her hand.
“Did you watch one this morning? Before I got here?”
“No. I didn’t need to. Just thinking about you gets me in the mood.
Do you know how hard it is at school. To have you helping clear the tables away and sweep up when all I want to do is take you in the broom cupboard?”
My cock was rock hard in her hand and calling to me to satisfy it inside her again.
“I feel the same. I hate it when you behave so… normally. As if this had never happened.”
“I have to.”
She sounded sad. But I understood. No one could know about this.
“But not today. Not here.”
Anne pulled me on top of her and I slid between her parted thighs. It felt so comfortable, like we were made to be together like this forever.
“Now show me what you’ve learnt from your, one, dirty movie.” She teased.
Back at school it was like pressing the reset button again. The days stretched into weeks without anything happening between us. Anne was on my mind when I woke and when I went to sleep. How I concentrated enough to revise is something I never grasped.
By the end of April I was climbing walls. A Level sittings we’re just weeks away and I needed to know where I stood.
Craig was busy with the scissor sweep clearing the hall and I took my chance.
“When can I see you again?”
Anne looked annoyed. I knew I shouldn’t be raising this in school but I had to for my sanity. She glanced about to be certain no one was about.
“I don’t know.
It’s wrong.
You should be with girls your own age.”
“That’s not what I want.”
“I’m married. A mother. If Jim found out…”
“What if he did? I’d stand by you.”
“And what about the school? What if one of the teachers noticed.
I’m not sure it’s even legal.”
“Noticed what? We’re not doing anything here.”
Anne didn’t answer for a moment and I wondered if I’d elevated my importance a little too much.
“It’s just sex. That’s all it can be.”
She started to walk away then stopped.
“Please don’t mention it in school again.
It’s not easy for me, but I’ll tell you when you can come round.”
She carried on walking. I knew it was to put space between us but I didn’t care. I was elated. She hadn’t just shut me down. We would see each other again. I felt sure.
The next time I saw her was the Saturday after my final exam. It was the last time. I didn’t know it then but Anne was frightened of what we’d started. I think she feared her own desires as much as mine. Or she felt that somehow she was cheating me of my youth. Either way I remembered it as clearly as the first two times.
“I don’t have long. I have to pick Terry up from his Nan’s by three.”
She pulled me into the front room and wrapped herself around me, kissing me with a passion. My hands were searching her body, finding every point I knew elicited a response from her. I breathed her scent in and tasted her mouth as though she was life itself.
Her hand was already inside my trousers working me and I found her tit, squeezing it, delighting in finding she was braless again.
“I need you so much.”
There was an urgency about her as she tore her clothes off. I followed equally as keen. From that first nervousness of showing even my legs I’d moved to a desire to always be naked with Anne. All I wanted was to touch her, to feel her breath, to have her hands on every part of my body. To be so close that we became one.
“I want you to bang me from behind.”
“Okay. Anything.”
I didn’t care how we did it. I just wanted my cock buried deep in her.
Anne turned away and leant over the back of the sofa presenting me with a view of her adorable arse. It looked like a love heart and I certainly loved it. And there, framed by two creamy cheeks was her pussy. A perfectly centred slit sitting on deep-pink raised flesh.
My purple crown was already seeping as I stroked it down the length of her crack.
“Ooh.”
She squirmed, pushing her arse back towards me so that I just parted her neat little flaps.
“Put it in. Please.”
I pressed, feeling the strength of her hole as it encompassed my cock. It slid in all the way until I was buried up to my root in a warm, wet, smooth cocoon. Every nerve down its length teased and tickled by Anne’s flexing muscles as she moved.
“That feels so good.”
It felt as though I could relax and just hang from my rigid cock where it was firmly planted in her.
“Do it. As hard as you can.
Fuck me.”
I was a teenager. That wasn’t something that was going to be a problem.
I thrust into her with all my might. Her pussy pulled my cock in and pushed it out all at once. Powerful muscles contracting and squeezing me. Flesh slapped and echoed around the room and Anne rocked over the sofa.
“Aw fuck.
More. Keep going.”
Until now everything had been tender and gentle. Today it was hard, rough. And still she cried out for more.
“Faster.”
My balls ached as they swung between my legs but I kept going, gasping deep breaths to feed by thighs and hips. Preying that I wouldn’t be so sensitive that I’d cum too soon.
I felt her pussy clench me just as she screamed out.
“Fuuck.”
Anne became a bucking, squirming stallion and it took everything I had to stay buried in that warmth until she began to calm. Now my thoughts went to satisfying the demands of my cock and I shafted her with long deep thrusts that exaggerated every sensation. Perhaps ten or fifteen powerful strokes and my crown popped.
“Uhhh. Yes.”
Contractions deep in my groin forced my cum into her only for it to squelch out around my shaft with my last couple of thrusts.
I fell forward onto her exhausted, but still in need of contact. I put my hands under her and found her tits hanging freely. I caressed them, gently squeezing and kneading her flesh with my fingers.
“That was wonderful.
You can hold your own now. No more shooting your load before the girl’s ready.”
I wished she’d stop referring to girls as thought there would be others. There was Anne. That was all.
With hindsight I think she’d decided this was the last time. That was why she wanted it so fast and furious. A last frenzied fuck that both of us would remember. It wasn’t a lesson. It was the sex of equals. Like graduating from school she was sending me on my way as an experienced lover.
On the Monday I found out I’d been dumped for the first time. It hurt.
“Settle down.”
The younger classes were rowdy today. First years were always noisy but the warmer spring weather seemed to charge their energy. Craig walked along the line trying to dominate them with his height and authority.
Where was Anne? I’d scanned the hall and kitchens but there was no sign of her.
“Do your tie up.” I heard Craig snap at someone.
I didn’t really care.
“Okay. You can go through and join the queue.” I said.
That started another rush that Craig didn’t even try to control. I still couldn’t see Anne. My heart was jumping.
“Sir. Where’s Anne?” I asked a passing teacher.
“Is she sick?”
“She left.”
“What. Why?”
“Don’t worry. We have a new lady starting Monday.
This is your last week anyway. So why worry about it.”
The teacher walked away as if that solved everything. I was devastated. Anne was the only woman I wanted. I was nothing without her. Hormones raged through me and I felt close to tears.
With my exams over, attending school was a bit hit and miss. There was no reason to be there. Instead I filled my last few days in the library wallowing in self pity and dreaming about what could be.
I rode past her house nearly every day for weeks after, hoping to catch sight of her. Once I borrowed my dads car and sat waiting at the end of the road, hoping she’d just walk past. She didn’t.
Just a week later, with Anne having closed the door to me I left school for the final time and started work. A job in a plastics firm as a packer. It wasn’t what I intended long term but it paid good money and filled a space while I waited for my A-Level results.
It also surrounded me with an ocean of young girls eager to test my boyfriend potential. In a matter of weeks I’d dated and fucked four of them, putting Anne’s training to excellent use. Of course I stupidly lied to each of them just to sink my cock in fresh pussy and never considered that they would talk to each other. By the time I left the company towards Christmas I was a pariah with a reputation for using and discarding them that wasn’t going away.
It was another lesson that I quickly learnt and by the time I started my career in the bank I was more careful to take a girls feelings into consideration and not just head for the nearest dark parking spot after a date.
That was how I ended up with Janice. I don’t think I ever loved her. We just sort of fell into dating and carried on. She was pretty and fun. Loyal and loving. She was even great in bed. The adventurous sort willing to do most things. But at the back of my mind was always Anne. A memory slipping into the distance like a fading shadow, but always present.
It didn’t stop me going through the motions and by the time I was twenty three I’d married Jan and we were moving into our first home. Both of us had careers that were surging ahead. Money and material possessions became our goal over children. For that I was thankful and it made things easier when the time came.
I don’t think Jan was ever unfaithful to me. I couldn’t be sure but it seemed unlikely. I can’t claim to have shown her the same loyalty. For seven years I was dutiful but always conscious I was missing something. Then I moved banks and found Alicja working as a clerk. I thought I’d found a way of closing the gap in my life. She was Polish born although twenty years of the UK meant it was almost impossible to tell. Except that she retained that East European pride in herself. Always perfect hair, false nails and impeccable make up. She dressed like a model.
What she also had was straight brown hair, radiant green eyes and a little turned up nose. She didn’t look like Anne as such, but there was enough there that it triggered a memory and ignited a hunger in me.
I saw her for nearly two years. Until she got tired of snatched moments in the back of my car or business trips where we sneaked between rooms. Eventually she realised there was no future and dumped me.
I didn’t feel the loss. It didn’t bother me one bit, anymore than upsetting those girls in my first job had. Sometimes I wondered if I was just cold and heartless. Other times I felt that it was because none of them truly connected with me. They didn’t anchor my soul to this world or make me feel as if life started and ended with their presence.
From there I’d wallowed unhappily in a marriage saying and doing the right things without conviction. We moved to a larger house and both of us threw ourselves into work. At weekends I bought flowers, we went to dinner and visited friends. Outwardly I looked happy but it was all a lie, an act. A veil that hid my emptiness.
Then a few months ago everything changed.
My phone buzzed and brought me back to the present. I glanced at the message. Time to go. I picked up the luggage case and carried it downstairs. Outside I pulled the door closed on the house for the last time without a thought for it. Apart from my clothes I was leaving everything behind for Jan. I didn’t want any of it. Everything I needed was waiting for me at the end of the path where a shiny blue Mini Clubman waited patiently for me. There was my future now. Everything before had just been a waiting game. An education.
“I was worried you’d changed your mind.”
Anne greeted me, helping me to lift the case into her boot, and I thanked that lucky meeting in the supermarket that led to this day. I was sad to hear her husband had died of course, but to find she was unattached and as beautiful as ever instantly took me back to her front room in the snow twenty years before.
“Of course not.
This is all I’ve ever wanted. You and me.
Just don’t dump me this time.”
To my delight Anne saw me with the same desire that made her risk so much. At school a twelve year age gap had seemed like a chasm. Now it was of no significance. I was an adult. A grown man with a successful career. This time we connected as equals.
“I won’t. Not this time.”
“One thing I have to know. Why did you leave your job?”
She sighed. I could see it was still a painful memory.
“It was so hard to let you go. But I had to. I couldn’t face being in that school without you. I had to have a clean break.”
She leant over and we kissed just as we had all those years ago.
“It’s different now. You’re here because you want to be. Not because of some childhood infatuation.”
Anne was fifty, but she had her same figure and that same pretty face with its turned up nose. The first wrinkles had appeared around the eyes but it just made her look even hotter than before.
“It was never that.
I loved you then. And I’ve loved you ever since.”
Anne put the car into gear and we drove off, taking me to a new life with my first and only true love.
“When we get home I want to see if there’s anything I still need to teach you.” She grinned.
I settled back for the short drive to her house. The same house where I’d once sheltered from the snow, and where we had made love on the rug for the first time. I hadn’t seen it in twenty years and knew it would have changed. But already I was thinking about a couple of blankets laid on the floor in front of the fire. This time I wouldn’t be that over eager youth shooting his load in minutes. This time it would last all evening. And every evening forward.